C187

The wind blew past every nook and cranny of the forest. Birds chirped merrily in the woods.

Yan Wenqing poured water from the wooden basin onto his face. He was covered in sweat when he returned from his martial arts training.

Xiao Lan stood at the side, looking at Yan Wenqing with the handkerchief in her hand. Under the sunlight, a smile blossomed on her fair and delicate face, a smile of happiness. Seeing her beloved by her side, being able to bring a basin of water for him, being able to bring fragrant rice into his hands, seeing him happily leave, and seeing him come back, this was a type of happiness, a very simple happiness that came from a simple life.

Yan Wenqing, who had finished washing her face, took the handkerchief in Xiao Lan's hand and wiped off the water droplets on her face. He then handed the handkerchief to Xiaolan and entered the house. Xiao Lan poured the water from the wooden basin and placed it under the eaves. At this moment, Yan Wenqing came out of the house.

"Lan, I'm going out for a bit. It might take a few days." Yan Wenqing said.

"Go out? with Big Brother Su and the others? " Xiao Lan asked.

"Yes, we are going to Henan to do something together. We will return when we are done." Yan Wenqing spoke very carelessly. Because he didn't want Xiaolan to worry about him, and he had no idea what he was about to face on this long journey to the sun.

"Then I'll help you prepare some clothes to change." Little Lan said. What a virtuous girl. Yan Wenqing looked at her face full of happiness.

"Right."

"Going on a long journey?" Then the old woman came out of the house.

"Yes, Grandmother."

"How many days of hard work will it take?" the grandma asked in concern.

"Three or four days."

"These kids, this Yinzi went to the forest and hasn't come back yet. You still want to go out? You have to be careful outside." The old granny said.

"It's Grandma. I'm an adult now."

"Sir, look at your clothes." Xiao Lan said as she carefully helped Yan Wenqing arrange her clothes.

A happy smile blossomed on their faces as they blended in the bliss of the forest.

Birds sang in the breeze.

A large number of refugees fled to Henan under the cold and starvation, step by step. The poor people in shabby clothes went to Henan, but where would they go from there? No official would care about that. No official would think about it for them. They were refugees.

The 3000 plus people slowly approached the place where they wanted to escape to, the place where they initially wanted to go.

The horse carriage that was pulling the food had finally passed through three obstacles under the unstoppable command token. As the carriage approached the bridge, the heavy iron ropes that held the sides in place were plastered with thick wooden planks. The bottom of the metal chain bridge was not a cliff that was as deep as one could imagine, but a wide stone trench at the bottom. The bottom of the ditch was as sharp as swords, and if a person fell in there, they would die without a doubt.

Antuso stopped his unstoppable march, for now it was Yuchi that stood on the other side of the bridge.

He was dressed in martial attire, standing tall and straight like a pine. He had a valiant figure, and his vigor was like a blazing sun; he looked dignified and imposing. The pair of cold eyes beneath the inky black eyebrows of the sword had a stern expression, sharp edges, and tightly shut lips. A three-foot-long broadsword hung from his waist. His left hand gripped the hilt tightly.

The pair of cold eyes stared ahead with rapt attention, looking at the group of people on the other side of the metal chain bridge. The wind gently lifted his clothes and lifted his hair.

Behind the tall and burly man was the tall and sturdy Shi Feng. He stood about two hundred meters tall, his iron chain coiled around his body. On top of his body stood the burly warriors, all of them wearing armor.

"The mountain's discharge of water is like a sword." The tall, muscular Yuchi Jin knocked on the door and shouted.

"Give me a leaf of grass to bridge the bridge." Antuso replied loudly.

Yuchi Jin waved his hand in the air, and it wasn't like the time when a horse and car could cross the bridge. Antuzo still stood there unmoving, but on the other side of the bridge, two squadrons of burly soldiers were running towards him with weapons in their hands.

Antuzo was calm and composed, but the people behind him, who were disguised as food delivery workers, were calm and unperturbed. They tightly gripped the sabers at their waists, preparing to take action.

Pang Yu didn't expect all of this to happen.

The soldiers surrounded him, while Pang You and the others held onto the hilt of their sabers tightly.

Their hearts were beating faster, and sweat was pouring from their hair.

However, the soldiers surrounding them did not pick up their weapons. Instead, they inspected the eight carts of food carefully. After checking that nothing was wrong, they clattered back to the other side of the bridge.

Yuchi Snow waved her hand once more at Antuso. This time, Antuzo waved to the motorcade behind him, indicating that they could cross the iron chain bridge.

After crossing the metal chain bridge, one would reach the top of the iron mountain. The top of the mountain, which had risen two hundred meters into the air, was the center of the mountain.

The convoy entered the barracks after making a wide circle around the top of the mountain.

When all the provisions had been settled, Yuchi Jirga arranged for Antuzo and the rest of the twenty-five men to take up residence in a stone hut two miles away from the military camp.

The early morning sunlight cut through the sunny sky. With a single glance, he could see rocks, rocks, hills, stone houses, rocks, and bridges everywhere. There were only a few large trees in the surroundings, standing alone with the stone as a companion.

A group of people were advancing through the forest. They were searching for the marks left behind by their predecessors, because these marks could allow their journey to an end. The road they were on was the way to Ziyang. They had great ambitions, and that was to snatch the lifeline and blood vessels of today's corrupt imperial court in order to save those homeless people who were suffering from cold and hunger. There was nothing to stop them on the way. Pu Yishan, who was the chief of Martial Union, sat on a horse as a smile as bright as the sun appeared on his face. He wanted to save the whole world, he wanted to bring these martial arts heroes to save the citizens.

And they did not notice that in the secret places around them there were shadows flickering in the woods among the grass.