Martial arts start from the visualization of tortoise breathing

Chapter 87;

It is better to travel thousands of miles than to read thousands of books.

But along the way, Fang Ping didn't see the majestic and picturesque mountains and rivers, nor did he see the majestic scenery such as steaming clouds, rosy clouds, colorful purples and reds, but only an empty wasteland with no end in sight.

The wind and sand all over the sky, the scorching sun, and the freezing night are extremely monotonous and boring.

Ten days later, the scene ahead has changed.

An official road leading directly to the city of Daze Prefecture, people come and go, heavy traffic, caravans and bodyguards emerge in endlessly, and there are more skinny people in tattered clothes. These people are unable to survive in their hometowns and have to flee When I got here, I hoped to find a way out after arriving in Daze Prefecture City.

In the sound of rattling horseshoes, you can also see the black cavalry of Dazefu City wearing heavy armor, patrolling the official road in groups of three or four. Bandits and bandits would never dare to appear on the official road. Once discovered, Then there is only one dead end.

It was not the first time for Fang Ping to come to Daze Prefecture. Riding on horseback, he looked at the long queue ahead and some rotten, smelly, starving corpses in the wilderness.

But when Fang Ying and Li Rou looked through the car window and saw a few wolves eating corpses beside the official road, her face turned pale all of a sudden.

"The Daxuan Dynasty has been passed down for thousands of years, but it cannot escape the conclusion that its prosperity will decline. When a dynasty exists for too long, all kinds of disasters will follow. It is impossible for an emperor to solve the problems that have been settled for hundreds of thousands of years in just one life."

Fang Ping restrained his thoughts.

He didn't want to rebel, and it was useless to think too much.

The centipede is dead but not stiff. Even if the Daxuan Dynasty is going to perish, it will not happen overnight. Before the chaos that sweeps the world comes, there is only one thing Fang Ping has to do, constantly improve his cultivation, accumulate foundation, On the day when the torrent of troubled times engulfs the world, Fang Ping also has the strength to protect himself and his family.

at dusk.

It is only thirty miles away from Daze Prefecture City.

After You hour, the city gate was about to fall, and no one could enter the city, so Fang Ping had no choice but to dismount, light a bonfire, and call Li Rou and Fang Ying to get out of the car to get some air.

"I can enter the city tomorrow, and I will take you to a restaurant to eat something good."

Fang Ping said with a smile.

Fang Ying, who was chewing dry food in small bites, heard that she was about to go to the restaurant, and the dry food pancake that was as hard as a stone in her hand became fragrant.

When a gust of wind blew, Fang Ping stood up and looked. A dozen or so civilians who had fled to the official road approached with green eyes, staring at the parcels of dry food cakes scattered on the ground in front of Li Rou.

Li Rou looked at Fang Ping with pity when she saw a few skinny children who were as old as Fang Ying in the crowd.

"Anyway, you can enter the city tomorrow, so you don't need these dry rations."

Fang Ping nodded, and threw the dry food in the package in front of a dozen refugees. There was no grateful scene, and the dozen hungry and fainted refugees scrambled for the dry food like wild beasts.

There were still people who picked up stones and threw stones at those who were suffering from the same disease. In the end, some people grabbed several pieces of dry food, while others did not. In fact, Fang Ping threw out enough dry food to distribute some to more than a dozen refugees.

"The Holy Mother has a bad heart." Fang Ping thought to himself, if he hadn't been tall and brave, and the Fang Tian painted halberd in his hand reminded others that he was not easy to provoke, these refugees might swarm him and ransack him.

……

After a night of silence, Fang Ping arrived in front of the city of Daze Prefecture when the dawn was slightly dewed the next day.

The majestic and ancient city wall is filled with a strong historical atmosphere, and there is a soldier standing every ten steps on the top of the wall.

Compared with this Daze Prefecture, Shanyang County can only be regarded as a backwater.

After entering the city, the huge body of the exotic BMW attracted countless eyes, Fang Ping was used to it.

After a while, Fang Ping stopped in front of an inn called "Tongfu Inn".

The proprietress is a middle-aged lady who still has a charming charm. She entertains the guests with long sleeves and dance skills, making the guests feel at home.

Seeing a mountain-like young man with an inch head, he walked into the inn with Fang Tian's painting halberd in his hand, and immediately greeted Fang Ping with a smile and sat down, "You should stay at the inn if you are a top guest officer. There are fermented radish skins, crispy fried cucumbers, steamed yellow croaker, soup water egg drop soup and other famous dishes handed down from generation to generation.”

Fang Ping didn't know what to say, "Since that's the case, let's have a portion, and then ten catties of beef and a pot of rice."

"The guest officer is a high-grade warrior, right? The shop still has a 20-year-old daughter Hong." Ordinary entry-level warriors.

At this moment, a young man in a commoner coat with a rag on his shoulders came out of the kitchen, holding the dishes the guests needed.

Fang Ping looked, and the eyes of the two blended together.

"This person..." Fang Ping solemnly said, a young man of 25 or [-] years old, with fair skin and a face like a crown of jade, nothing special, but the qi and blood in his body, the interval between breathing and exhalation, all show that this is a master , with light legs, and seems to be good at martial arts such as body skills and light kung fu.

"Who could it be? It shouldn't be someone from the yamen." When the young man turned around, his eyes were uneasily speculating about Fang Ping's origin.

Sensing Fang Ping's gaze, the proprietress introduced, "That's the E family's waiter. Lao Bai, Lao Bai, pour tea for the guests."

Hearing the sound, the young man poured a pot of tea with a charming smile on his face, with a pleasing expression on his face, almost making Fang Ping wonder if he had made a mistake in his judgment.

"Your surname is Bai? What a coincidence, I have a friend whose surname is also Bai. Maybe you were a family hundreds of years ago." Fang Ping said.

The old white-haired man had beautiful eyes and handsome appearance, and he could rely on his face for food. He said with a smile, "How can I? I'm just a small waiter."

"Okay, okay, go do your work." The proprietress, who still had a charm, pinched Lao Bai's arm ambiguously.

Fang Ping: These two have something to do!
"Give me a guest room, a bigger one, and go outside to tie my horse."

"Okay." Lao Bai ran to the outside of the inn, and the moment he saw the exotic BMW, his hairs stood on end.

"Exotic BMW! This kid can't really be from the yamen... It's not right, there is only one exotic BMW in the city of Daze Prefecture, and it was raised in the backyard of Mr. Futai... This kid may have come down from... "

With a pale face, Lao Bai looked around in all directions, wanting to see if anyone was in ambush.

"What are you looking at? My horse needs to be fed with meat supplements. I will keep the account first, and then I will count the money for staying and eating at the inn." Fang Ping walked out of the inn and called out Li Rou and Fangying who were in the carriage.

Fang Ying stole a glance at Lao Bai, her face blushed.

"Is this a heterogeneous BMW?" Lao Bai asked.

"That's right." Fang Ping squinted at Lao Bai, "Knowing the exotic BMW, it seems that your Excellency is also a well-informed person."

"The guest officer is overwhelmed. The small one is just a poor running hall. I have met many people. I heard guests mention the exotic BMW." Lao Bai led the exotic BMW to the backyard of the inn.

(End of this chapter)