When Lao Feng returned, Wei Fufeng drove away from Famen Temple and rushed to Mei County, where the entrance to Baoxie Road was located, and arrived at Mei County smoothly.

Wei Fufeng was surprised by the popularity of Mei County. There are too many outsiders.

Upon inquiry, most of them came from Jianghuai and had no choice but to leave their hometowns and go to Hanzhong or Bashu to escape the war and seek work.

Outside Mei County, there are more than 10,000 refugees in chaos.

Wei Fufeng was happy and worried. With more people, he could avoid being attacked by wild animals or bandits, but refugees were a lawless group and could easily become bandits.

After discussing with Lao Feng Yi, Wei Fufeng sold the carriage in exchange for a lot of dry food, and then hired a refugee group of ten people.

He asked the refugees to carry Lao Feng and Bi Yinu on slide poles, and he provided part of the food.

A group of thirteen people set off and arrived at the Baoxie Road pass.

The pass was guarded by the Fengxiang Army, and it was inevitable to pay a per-person toll, but it was a penny per person, which was much cheaper than on Ziwu Road.

It's not that Fengxiang Jiedu makes people kind-hearted, but Baoxie Road was originally an official road, and it didn't accept money a long time ago.

In addition, it is also to avoid riots. Any vassal force hopes to have more soldiers and generals, but the prerequisite for more soldiers and generals is the need for food.

If the army is short of food, mutiny and rebellion will result. In recent years, the food harvest in the Weihe Plain has been poor, and the Jiedushi of Fengxiang Prefecture lacks the foundation to expand the army.

The fields in the Weihe Plain were seriously annexed by large households. Even if the governor of the feudal town was strong, he still needed the support of large households. Therefore, no matter how many refugees there were, the large households would not accept them and could only let them go.

Walk into Baoxie Road and walk along Xie Shui, which flows from south to north and is a tributary of the Wei River.

The Bao River is inversely symmetrical with the Xie River, flowing into the Han River from north to south. The two rivers have become a guide to connect the Qinling Mountains, hence the name Baoxie Road.

Wei Fufeng experienced the difficulty of the Shu road, climbing over mountains and ridges, and walking on plank roads that might collapse.

The daily traveling distance is at most thirty or forty miles in a straight line. The refugees are traveling with their families, and there are also women, young and old.

Not long after walking, the woman in green clothes took the initiative to walk, and only Lao Feng rode the slide.

Old Feng was holding a sharpened bamboo gun in his hand, his expression was dull, but his eyes were sharp, and he was being carried calmly.

Wei Fufeng walked as if he were a follower, and he also had a sharpened bamboo spear in his hand.

At night, rest in a forest.

Wei Fufeng and three other people gathered together, and ten refugees gathered together and ate their own meals. The three women among the refugees, eldest and young, went to a mountain stream.

Wei Fufeng lowered his voice and whispered with concern: "Sister, I haven't bathed all the way, so why don't you come over."

"You can avoid trouble by being dirty like this." The woman in green clothes responded softly.

"I feel wronged, sister." Wei Fufeng apologized.

"I'm not as delicate as you think. I grew up in the mountains at a young age." The woman in green clothes whispered.

"Sister grew up in a mountain. I wonder where the famous mountain is?" Wei Fufeng asked.

"I don't want to say it." The woman in green clothes refused to answer bluntly.

Wei Fufeng smiled, and suddenly Old Feng whispered: "Don't be alone, those who travel with us may not be kind."

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Fufeng was slightly startled, and Old Feng added: "Refugees who have to leave their homes have no choice but to show that they are ruthless. If we show incompetence, they may have malicious intentions."

Wei Fufeng nodded. He must be on guard against others.

Old Feng said again: "You guys go to bed first, and I'll just take a nap in the middle of the night. After all, I can ride the slide."

Wei Fufeng nodded, took a torn robe to cover himself, hugged a bamboo pole and lay down on the grass to sleep. Walking on a mountain road would make you more likely to be exhausted.

The woman in green clothes was sitting cross-legged with her eyes closed, as if she was practicing some kind of skill.

Early the next morning, Wei Fufeng was full of energy. The three of them went to the mountain stream to fetch water and eat before setting off. They walked hard for two days and arrived at Taibaiguan Town in the Qinling Mountains.

Taibaiguan Town built a fortress on the mountainside and was guarded by Fengxiang Army.

In fact, it was an official post and merchant town. Fengxiang's army occupied this place to collect mountain goods. At this time, thousands of refugees gathered in the area outside the fort.

Fengxiang's army did not allow passing refugees to enter the fortress, so Wei Fufeng could only consider himself a refugee, found a place to rest, and braced himself for possible banditry.

Fortunately, we had a safe night and continued our journey early the next morning.

On the way, a woman traveling with her took the initiative to approach the woman in green clothes and talk to her.

The woman in green clothes ignored him, and the woman left feeling bored.

Wei Fufeng did not speak to other travelers, and always walked with the woman in green, one behind the other.

After walking safely for two more days, at sunset, we rested in a mountainous area where refugees gathered.

Wei Fufeng put down his book folder, tiredly sat down on the grass, and lay back. The woman in green clothes also sat next to him.

The fellow refugees put down their sliding poles, and one of them immediately walked over to Wei Fufeng.

The woman in green clothes opened the book folder, took out six pieces of dry biscuits and handed them over. The man took the dry biscuits and turned around to leave.

Lao Feng jumped over with a cane in one hand and a bamboo gun in the other.

The woman in green clothes took out the dry biscuits and handed them to her. The old man's arm, which was leaning on a crutch, took it and ate it. The woman in green clothes handed another piece to Wei Fufeng.

Wei Fufeng took it and whispered lazily: "My physical strength is not as good as that of a woman."

"Young Master is not a hard worker, so his physical strength will inevitably lack endurance, but he is young and can recover easily." Old Feng said.

Wei Fufeng smiled and said, "Do we have enough dry food?"

"It should be enough. Even if you dig some grass roots, you can still eat them. Most of the refugees on this road rely on food from the mountains and fields to survive." Old Feng said while chewing hard dry biscuits.

Wei Fufeng sat up and ate some dry biscuits. The woman in green clothes silently handed him water in a bamboo tube, and rarely said softly: "You should study at home."

"Studying is of little use in this world. As I said, if you don't leave home, you may be forcibly recruited into the army or even become a warrior." Wei Fufeng whispered.

"Young master's idea is correct. Rather than being forcibly conquered by the Tongguan army, it is better to serve Mr. Wei." Old Feng agreed.

The girl in green clothes was silent, taking half a piece of dry biscuit and eating in small bites. Along the way, she only ate half a piece of dry biscuit at each meal.

Wei Fufeng asked her to eat more, but she refused. Instead, she picked some young leaves to eat on the road. Wei Fufeng also tried to eat the leaves, but the result was difficult.

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At night, Old Feng was still on duty, and the woman in green was meditating.

Wei Fufeng was sleeping soundly with his bamboo gun in his arms. In his deep sleep, he was suddenly woken up by a beating.

Wei Fufeng sat up with a jolt of pain. Before he could see clearly, his left arm was suddenly pulled, and his body rushed forward.

Bang bang bang! The sound of rocks falling to the ground reached his ears, and Wei Fufeng glanced with his gun in horror.

Under the night, I saw more than twenty figures, two of whom were somewhat familiar. Upon closer inspection, they turned out to be two middle-aged refugees traveling with me.

"Hand over the biscuits, or I'll beat you to death." A man threatened in a mute voice.

Wei Fufeng was shocked and angry. He stared at the fellow refugees and blurted out: "You actually colluded with others?"

"We are fellow villagers." The refugee replied confidently.

"With so many people, how much can you share?" Wei Fufeng said angrily.

The refugee was stunned for a moment, opened his mouth and said, "We are from the same hometown."

"Go to hell." Wei Fufeng rushed forward suddenly, shouting like a tiger out of the mountain, spitting out a message with a poisonous tongue and a bamboo spear in his hand.

The refugee backed away in fear, raising the tree trunk in his hand to resist.

Wei Fufeng's bamboo spear turned into a long shadow, fiercely passed through the tree trunk, and stabbed into the refugee's throat accurately, causing the refugee to open his eyes wide in horror.

At the same moment, Old Feng also moved, jumped on one leg, and attacked the man who was speaking fiercely. The bamboo spear in his hand was also venomous, and the attack speed was faster than Wei Fufeng. He was one step ahead, and the bamboo spear pierced the man's throat.

Ah! The approaching refugees screamed and retreated one after another. Some turned around and ran away, but those who retreated also turned around, leaving two corpses behind.

Wei Fufeng's face was ugly and he did not dare to look at the refugees he killed.

Old Feng said calmly: "Let's go, we can't stay long."

The three of them set off in the dark. Although Lao Feng had one leg, he could still walk alone on crutches, but he was slower.

After walking for a while, the woman in green clothes suddenly said: "Is your approach a preemptive strike?"

"Yes, and no, Lao Feng said that only by being fierce can you intimidate the enemy. If we let those refugees rush up together, we may not be able to parry them. We need to attack them separately to disintegrate the enemy's overall combat strength." Wei Fufeng replied softly.

"They just want solid food." The woman in green clothes whispered.

"In this world, food is life. There are cannibals just to stay alive. There are not many people like you who can eat leaves." Old Feng continued.

"If I take action and can subdue them, but you kill people, all you get is difficulty in traveling." The woman in green clothes whispered.

Old Feng hesitated, smiled bitterly and nodded.

Wei Fufeng stayed silent and spent many days together. He knew that the woman in green was kind-hearted and believed in the Taoist philosophy of saving the world and saving people.

In fact, he didn't want to kill anyone, but he agreed with Lao Feng's teachings in troubled times and should not be merciful when dealing with enemies.

Wei Fufeng's silence was not because he agreed with Bi Yi Nu, but because he didn't want to argue and cause discord.

It is said that it is better to kill thieves than to guard against them. How could he rest peacefully while walking with the enemy? Walking in the steep Qinling Mountains, he could be pushed off the plank road and fall to death at any time.

For Lao Feng, he would rather walk with difficulty than let his enemies carry him away.

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