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People who had experienced ups and downs could easily control their emotions.

She pretended that nothing had happened and went back to her room. When the time was right, she came over and took Dan Qiang with her to slip away in the broad daylight. When an old friend met again and told her his story, hearing that the other party had suffered such hardships, the anger of the strong individual was even more difficult to quell. First, he killed the noble gentleman, then he brought her back to take revenge on that Sect Leader.

"And after the death of the Sect Leader?" Ye Wen was deep in thought.

One of them said, "The Single Castle Lord explained this matter. The Heaven's Will Sect's Sect Leader saw that the Young Forest Emissary was here, and his side was the first to do evil, so he handed the position of Sect Master to the Single Castle Lord. This is also the previous body of the Single Family Castle."

After the single strong had taken over, they had undergone a great transformation to the old powers, given preferential treatment to the passing merchants, and implemented a strategy of exemption to the people under their jurisdiction. In just a few short years, the single strong had received the support of one of the common people. When the Sect Leader of the Heaven's Will Sect was being changed, Dan Qiang changed his sect's name to the Single Family Castle. The new Sect Leader He Wu Lan initially didn't agree, but seeing the expensive gifts that Dan Qiang had sent, as well as the sincere words and tacit consent, he officially set himself up in the north as the Single Family Castle. However, when the Mo Clan exterminated the Heaven's Will Sect, not only did the lone expert not remain neutral, he even provided the Mo Clan with a lot of information. As a result, after the Mo Clan took over, the Single Family Castle was still preserved. In the later stages of the competition, Mo Yunfan was forced to retreat from the army that had occupied the north. Until now, the power of the single-family castle had reached an unprecedented peak. However, the lone tyrant kept a low profile and didn't expand his influence. If any commoners came to his aid, he would send people to settle them down. Therefore, although the Single Family Castle appeared to be a family with a surname, its power had long surpassed that of a small sect. The current Single Family Castle could be said to be a major force in the north. Of course, this was excluding the Jade Pavilion, which was starting to make people tremble in fear.

Ye Mo had a lot of imagination for the master of the Single Family Castle. After hearing the words of these guests, he felt that these people respected and respected Dan Qiang just because he was treated differently when going to and from the castle. As for the true master of the Single Family Castle, Ye Mo Han couldn't make up his mind.

The north wind was biting cold. Cows and sheep were being driven on by the merchants with great difficulty, and their cries could not be heard. They seemed to be complaining about the discontent they had felt during the difficult journey. Seeing that the two of them talked quite a bit and that their temperament was also different from ordinary people, the merchants did not know where the Solitary Longsong Stronghold was, so they privately decided to walk a few dozen more miles to send the two of them off.

The merchants who roamed everywhere were well-informed, and were especially concerned about the affairs of the world. Naturally, they wouldn't miss out on the war between the Nangong Clan and the Mo Clan. Ye Jianhan asked them about the war, and they got a lot of feedback.

Ever since the destruction of the Wise Yang City, the Nangong Family had built their foundation in one city. The following troops were stationed outside the city in order to prevent any counterattacks from the Mo Clan. During this period of time when Ye Mo Han and Dong Fang Rui were travelling in the mountains, Wisdom Yang City had changed owners five times. Usually, they would be under the Nangong family's banner during the day and become the Mo family at night. Corpses littered the fields outside the city, and blood flowed like a river. The stench floated for several miles, causing people to feel terrified upon hearing it.

"Sigh, after so much fighting and fighting, quite a few people have died, yet we still haven't seen anyone able to kill them." "A merchant was indignant." "These people who died were all children of commoners. In this world, it would really be better if they belonged to a family."

One of them also sighed, "I'd rather be a peaceful dog than a chaotic human."

One of them laughed and asked: "Everyone, in the future, who will be able to sit stably in this world, is from the Nan Gong Family or the Mo Family? Or Wu Dang and Shaolin? "

The leader of the caravan interjected, "As long as we have food, it will be the same for anyone who is the leader of the world and the emperor." The group nodded in agreement. Ye Mo Han listened to him and felt that he made sense. He looked at the man carefully, but his face was rough because of the years he spent in the north. If one looked closely, it was not hard to see the depression on his face. Ye Mo was curious. Although this leader was passionate, he hadn't spoken much since they had met. However, every time he spoke, it was always with a lot of weight. It made people admire him.

Ye Mo Han had asked for the leader's name, but Pan only smiled and said, "What name do you have for someone who runs a business? If Young Master doesn't mind, you can just call me Big Brother." His words were sincere and his expression was sincere. However, Ye Mo Han was too embarrassed to inquire further. However, during the rest of the trip, Ye Mo would always secretly observe his big brother Pan. Sometimes, when he was alone and lost in thought, he would even sigh involuntarily, causing Ye Mo to become even more curious about Pan's identity. When people meet in troubled times, which one of them doesn't have a few stories? However, what Ye Mo Han wanted to know the most was whether or not Pan Tong was a retired martial practitioner.

It wasn't even dusk yet, but Pan told them to stop behind a leeward hill, set up a tent, and set up cooking utensils. He used water to cook three large pots of beef and lamb. As the soup was dipped into the water, a spicy fragrance filled the air for miles in an instant. Just the smell alone was enough to withstand half the cold. These pieces of beef and lamb meat were quite chewy. Although they had been cooked for a long time, the spicy strength was not reduced in the slightest. Instead, they jumped up and down with the heat, as if their faces were on fire. But after eating a bowl of meat, along with the strong wine that Pan Xianfeng's group had brought with them, even though they were in the cold north, Ye Mo and Dong Fang Rui were still sweating profusely, their faces completely red.

Everyone chatted and drank merrily. The atmosphere was very harmonious. This meal lasted for almost two hours, and the sky had completely darkened before it ended. In the dark night, the angry roar of the gale was like that of a berserk lion, rushing straight ahead and intimidating everyone. However, the rest of the group did not mind. Drunk as they were, they fell into the tent and slept soundly. They gathered in groups of twos and threes and told each other about the strange things they had heard or experienced.

As the feeling of drunkenness washed over him, Ye Mo felt dizzy. He just wanted to enter the tent prepared for him and Dong Fang Rui and have a good night's sleep. However, he saw Pan Tong walk to the side of the mountain alone, so he used his martial arts to suppress the alcohol in his body and let Dong Ri go to sleep first before quietly following Pan Tong.

The direction that Boss Pan was heading towards was the wind vents. After passing through the windy hills, Ye Mo Han could feel a strong wind that was like blades, but it also made him more clear-headed. He saw Boss Pan striding with the wind, his sleeves swishing, but he did not care. He only stopped in front of a flat land after walking for a distance of two miles.

Ye Yihan followed along behind him. When he saw that Boss Pan had stopped, he hurriedly hid himself. When he looked up again, he saw that Boss Pan had already taken a horse stance, his left hand facing the sky and his right fist halfway out, frozen on the spot. Around half an hour later, Boss Pan suddenly let out a low growl and placed his left palm on his right arm. A golden fist came out from his right hand and struck the ground a few hundred feet away, and a "puchi" sound rang out. Ye Mo Han knew that if this fist landed on a person's body, even if they didn't die, they wouldn't be able to survive.