Urban Perspective Little Doctor

4569.Yu Gongzi

"Yes, we have made all preparations. You just need to remember that the name you pretend to be is Yu Chengfeng, from Nanlingzhou, and you have suffered a catastrophe in the sacred religion. First, condolences, and second, ask for help!"

Sect Master nodded and repeated it again.

"Okay, I understand, then I'm going!"

Pang Feng nodded. Now that the Sect Master had arranged everything, he didn't say anything, just set off.

Before leaving, the lord and elder Mei Huaqing, with Pang Feng, took a look at Yu Chengfeng and his party who were under house arrest.

"Is he the same as Yu Chengfeng?" Pang Feng asked through the window, looking at one of the young men who was meditating with a gloomy expression.

"Yes, I was caught under house arrest inexplicably, and I feel a little depressed, so you have to hurry up, resolve this matter as soon as possible, and he can get out of here as soon as possible!"

Whether it was a joke or deliberately "threatening" Pang Feng, the lord smiled and patted him on the shoulder and said.

Pang Feng had to smile back and didn't say a word.

Everything was prepared, and Pang Feng did not hesitate anymore. After bidding farewell to the lord and Mei Changqing, he left the Shengjing Immortal Gate and headed in the direction of Bei Luozong.

At this time, inside the fairy gate, looking at Pang Feng's leaving back, the expressions of Sect Master and Mei Huaqing returned to their solemn faces.

"Just let him go alone, not even a person to take care of, is it really okay?"

Mei Huaqing is still a little worried. Although Beiluo Zong is not as good as Shengjing Immortal Gate, it is also a fairy sect. There are many masters in it. In case things are revealed, without foreign aid, Pang Feng alone can Is it safe to get out?

"The more people there are, the easier it is for accidents. My junior is clever. The only thing we have to do now is to create opportunities to make Bei Luozong believe that Pang Feng is Yu Chengfeng!"

Sect Master nodded, without any doubt about this, while speaking, he cast a look at the disciple next to him.

The disciple next to him immediately arched his hands, and stepped back without saying a word.

Mei Huaqing looked at the eyes and actions of the Sect Master, and asked a little puzzled: "Sect Master, what are you?"

"Give me that junior brother to create a chance to enter North Luozong!"

The lord did not answer directly, but put his hands back and smiled slightly, seeing Mei Huaqing look blank.

...

It has been several hours since he left Shengjing Immortal Gate. Pang Feng did not choose the way of flying, but entered between the mortal world, found a Xiantu Inn, hired a horseman with a lot of money, and sat on the carriage by himself, enjoying his pleasure. Go to Beiluo Mountain where Beiluozong is.

On this road, Pang Feng did not deliberately urge the coachman to speed up. The funeral of the young master of North Luozong could not start so fast, and it would be useless to go early. It would be better to look at the scenery on the road.

I used to fly around in the sky, but now I can walk freely in the mountains and forests, which has a special flavor.

"The coachman, where is it now?"

Inside the car, Pang Feng looked like a dude, and put on a lavender silky thin shirt, lined with a pure white robe, embroidered with auspicious clouds and Ruilong, and a hairpin with a jasper hair on his head. The hairpin, with high-stranded hair, is quite a kind of noble son's style.

In addition, he was generous, and only spent a lot of money when renting a carriage, and provoke the entire Xiantu Inn to call the uncle here.

"Young Master Yu, don't worry, I haven't arrived at Beiluozong yet, this will have just entered the eastern border of Beiluoshan, and it will take at least three days to reach the main gate of Xianzong!"

Hearing this, the coachman hurriedly lifted the driving curtain, and said to Pang Feng with a smile on his face.

"Okay, don't worry, move forward slowly!"

Pang Feng nodded and smiled, and while talking, he raised the jug in his hand and drank freely.

"Okay, Yu Gongzi, you can sit down!"

The coachman stretched his tone, and his voice reverberated throughout the mountains and forests, and immediately reached the ears of the people in black on both sides of the tree-lined path.

"What the **** our junior wants to do? Obviously, he can fly in the air and arrive in one day, but he has to take a carriage. Is his brain funny?"

At this time, the voice of the Sect Master suddenly appeared among the people in black.

The rest of the people in black, look at me, I look at you, looking at each other, no one knows what to say.

"Maybe, this is the strategy of Junior Brother Pang Feng!"

It was only then that Mei Huaqing realized that the opportunity created by the Sect Master to enter North Luozong was that they pretended to be people in black, intercepted Pang Feng halfway, and then deliberately let the people of North Luozong see and borrow For this reason, the people of Northern Luozong were allowed to save Pang Feng, and the identity of Sheng Ziyu who fleeed by taking the wind was set.

"No matter, wait and see. If he is not in a hurry, we will kill him and throw it directly at the gate of North Luozong!"

Sect Master’s patience was almost exhausted in these few days of tracking. He thought that Pang Feng would fly over directly, but everything he planned was lost. They never expected that Pang Feng would find a carriage. This A means of transportation that should have disappeared ten thousand years ago.

However, at this time, Pang Feng, who seemed to have expected all of this, put down the corner of the curtain that was secretly opened, and said to himself: "I want to chase me, but there is no door. I just sat in the carriage and swayed past. If you are in a hurry, there is nothing you can do, hahaha!"

It turned out that Pang Feng had already guessed the plan of the Sect Master and deliberately chose such a slowest way, so that they could not start.

Imagining the look of the suzerain in despair, Pang Feng couldn't help laughing. After a while, he opened the curtain and sat beside the coachman, leaning on the pillar next to the carriage, and leisurely looking at the surrounding scenery.

Surrounded by tall and straight bamboos, they are very tall and even a little bit covering the sky. Under the green bamboos, if no one can grow beside the various rare and exotic treasures, seeing this, Wang Wei's "" suddenly appeared in Pang Feng's mind. "Zhuli Pavilion", the poem became popular for a while, and couldn't help but chant it out.

"Sit alone in the secluded Huangli, playing the piano and roaring again, the people in the deep forest don't know it, the bright moon will come to take pictures!"

Unexpectedly, Pang Feng groaned casually, but the coachman who was listening to the side was taken aback, and immediately turned to him in a daze, with extremely complicated eyes.

Although the coachman did not understand the meaning of Pang Fengyin’s poems, at that moment, he felt a kind of ethereal feeling, as if the whole person’s mind seemed to have encountered a baptism, and he felt refreshed. It's cool, it's so smooth, it's amazing for a while.

"Master Yu, is this poem you just handed over? I didn't expect it to be so pleasant to the ears. Although I am a grassroots, I find it very beautiful, as if I have really fallen into the realm of poetry."