Chapter 111.2: Part 2

Ordinary people may not be able to bear the fishy smell, but for Gu Yan, it was very alluring.

It fluttered its wings excitedly and shouted to ask Huo Feng to buy food for him.

Huo Feng was a little helpless. He only said, "Wait a moment, wait a moment, let's go home and eat."

He tried to appease the excited Gu Yan and tried to calm him down.

There were a lot of people on the wharf. How dared he let Gu Yan down?

While selecting raw fish, Gu Yan and Huo Feng are somewhat exhausted.

Is this what taking care of children meant? Maybe next time I won't take this little guy out.

In order to hurry up, Huo Feng didn't bargain anymore and chose two fresh raw fish. He took the little Gu Eagle out of the fish market.

As he walked, he comforted and said, "OK, OK, we'll go home now. I'll give you something to eat when we get back."

When Huo Feng said this, he found that the little Gu eagle, who had been screaming all the time, suddenly stopped moving.

He was a little curious.

"Eh? Gu Yan?" Huo Feng tilted his head and looked at the little Gu eagle on his shoulder. He found that the little Gu eagle was staring at the river bank not far away curiously.

On the Bank of the river, there was a three-story ship that was now berthing.

The white cloth was tied on the ship, and the mourning flags were hanging high. It was clear that it was a mourning ship.

After the ship docked at the shore, just as it stopped steadily, there was the neighing of horses.

On the big ship, there were six knights in white cloth riding horses. They directly rode white horses to leap ashore from the deck, and then galloped toward the gate of Fushan city.

The knight who ran at the front kept shouting.

"The second young master of the Wu clan has come to mourn! Make way! Make way!"

On the crowded wharf, even walking was a bit crowded.

However, the six horsemen in white ran directly into the crowd, and the speed was getting faster and faster. They had no intention to stop at all.

The neighing of the white horses and the yelling of the knight in the front scared all the pedestrians on the road back to both sides for fear of being hit by the galloping horse.

These six galloping horses were as fast as meteors. If ordinary people were hit, they would be killed directly.

The originally bustling Wharf Road was suddenly disturbed by the appearance of these six knights.

But where could people dodge? They could only move toward the vendors on both sides.

Under the impact of the crowd, the stalls originally placed on both sides of the road were instantly submerged by the crowd, and many things were blown away.

The peddler's boss kept complaining and shouting at the crowd.

"Ouch! Don't crowd! Don't crowd!"

However, galloping horses were coming here. Who dared to block them on the main road? People were all scared to flee everywhere, and the cries of these poor peddlers were directly drowned by the crowd.

The booth was directly lifted off, and the goods on it were scattered on the ground and trampled by people.

Even if the stall owner wanted to stop it, he couldn't stop it at all. The crowd surged in, and the stall owners shouted anxiously, but they could only grasp the goods they could grasp with their hands and retreat toward the rear, for fear that they would be crushed by the crowd.

Among the crowd, Huo Feng was originally standing at the edge of the crowd, so when the crowd was thick, he immediately took the little Gu eagle back to protect the food in the bamboo basket, and also saw the six horsemen galloping in the crowd.

From his perspective, the six knights were all excellent cultivators.

The strongest two of them were serious middle-aged men. One of them was a burly man, while the other was a thin man.

The two men galloped through the crowd on horseback, their eyes cold, and they didn't even look at the frightened people. It seems that the ordinary people who desperately retreat on the road are not even ants to them, and they don't even bother to look at them.

Huo Feng could clearly feel that even if he had not lost his cultivation base, he couldn't defeat these two people.

However, although these two middle-aged men have high cultivation bases, the highest status in the riding team was the youngest one in the team.

His long black hair was tied behind him, swinging up and down with the galloping steed. His face with a trace of a dissolute smile is very handsome. If he smiled, he could charm countless girls.

Although he was dressed in white, it was not a mourning dress, but the clothes of rangers.

After hearing the fear and fear of people around him, Huo Feng realized that this young man in white was the second young master of the Wu clan, Wu Zhiyuan.

Now that the old man of the Wu clan had died of illness, the second master of the Wu clan had gone all the way back to catch up with the cremation ceremony tonight.

When the riding team passed the road where Huo Feng was, Wu Zhiyuan on the horse seemed to be aware and subconsciously looked at the roadside.

He saw an ordinary young man standing silently outside the crowd. The other party was plainly dressed, wearing a bamboo hat, carrying a bamboo basket, and squatting a strange little eagle on his shoulder. Now the young man was watching him quietly.

——But there was no fear in his eyes. The young man was completely different from the people around him.

Wu Zhiyuan was a little curious. He took another look and found that the other side's sword was... the Yun sect disciple?

Wu Zhiyuan smiled, but didn't care. With a whip, he rode his horse toward the gate and quickly left the young man who should be a disciple of the Yun sect behind.

The Fushan City would be in chaos, and as the protagonist, this drama was waiting for him to come on stage!

It was only a disciple of the Yun sect. He might have had some interest in meeting him in the past, but now he was in no mood to pay attention to such a person.

Today, he only wanted to laugh.

The old bastard finally died. This is the best news I have heard this year!

Ha ha ha...

Wu Zhiyuan was in a happy mood, and the speed of the horse under him was also faster.

The crowded market road was in front of him, but all the people were retreating and didn't dare to stop him.

Such a vast world awaits him.

How can I care about a mere disciple of the Yun sect at such a time?

Wu Zhiyuan laughed and went away.

In the market which gradually recovered its calm behind him, standing behind the gradually dispersed crowd, Huo Feng frowned.

He had been quietly looking in the direction of the city gate, watching the six knights disappear in the field of vision, and then slowly withdrew his sight.

If he remembers correctly, the Wolf God wants to look for the later generation of the Wu clan, right?

How could the Wu clan's young people be like this?

Suddenly, Huo Feng suddenly remembered the sad sigh of the Wolf God in the courtyard.

Looking back now, it seemed that the sigh of Wolf God at that time contained endless helplessness.

"The situation of the Wu clan is really a headache..."