Fenglingdu is a small town.
It belongs to Deying County and is the gateway of Jingzhou.
If Lingxiao City is the north-south and east-west transportation hub of Dashun, then Fenglingdu is the north-south transportation fortress of Dashun.
Fenglingdu is backed by Fengling Mountain and faces Shunjiang River in front.
If you want to come from the north, this is the only safest passage along the river bank in Jingzhou for more than two hundred miles.
Therefore, Fenglingdu was once an important garrison town in Dashun.
However, the world has been peaceful these years, and the guards stationed here have long been withdrawn.
However, this is still the most convenient ferry crossing from Jingzhou to the north, so it is still very prosperous.
Even more prosperous than Deying County.
Chai Jingyun and the others often pass by Fenglingdu when they come to Beijing, so they are quite familiar with it.
However, just as he arrived at the gate of the town, Zheng Zheshi stopped the carriage and issued a warning to everyone.
When Chai Jingyun heard this, he frowned slightly and opened the car curtain.
Duan Wenjun and the others followed and jumped out of the car.
People in the motorcade gathered together and surrounded them.
"Old Duan, be careful, something is wrong!" Mo Shoucheng said softly.
He and Yun Batian were guarding Duan Wenjun, one on the left and the other on the right.
Zhao Xiaowu took the escort and protected the convoy behind in the center.
Lou Loulou and his soldiers had formed formations on both sides, protecting Chai Jingyun's carriage in the middle.
Duan Wenjun couldn't help but frown slightly when he saw everyone looking like they were facing a formidable enemy.
At this moment, the sun has set in the west and the sky is already dark.
After nightfall, the night sky became a little cooler.
Gusts of mountain wind, carrying a puff of water vapor, rushed towards the face, giving people a sticky moist feeling.
Not far in front of the motorcade is an archway made of blue bricks.
The archway is very high and wide.
Judging from the mottled marks on it, it seems to have been there for many years.
Looking up, there is a piece of white jade inlaid in the center of the blue-gray archway.
There are three words "Fenglingdu" written on it.
The font is bright red and vigorous.
Each stroke is as sharp as a knife.
On both sides of the eaves of the archway, two rows of red lanterns hang.
Everything around the archway was shrouded in the hazy red light.
Even if the bright moon is in the sky, it becomes eclipsed.
Behind the archway, the entire Fenglingdu was quiet, without a single light.
Looking far into the distance, you can still see countless figures in the attic under the moonlight, as if they have fallen into a deep sleep.
There is indeed something wrong with this Fenglingdu.
You know, it's just dark now, so the town shouldn't be so quiet.
Even if people go to bed early, hotels and restaurants should not close so early.
Chai Jingyun slowly walked to Zheng Zheshi's side, without speaking, just staring quietly in the direction of the town.
He did not speak, and naturally everyone remained silent.
Duan Wenjun's mind began to search for information about Fenglingdu.
In the previous life, there was also Fenglingdu in China, and it was also a very famous place.
It was an ancient town full of chivalrous tenderness, and many stories have described the heart-stirring stories that happened there.
That is the place where every young martial arts boy dreams.
Moreover, it is a place with many ancient legends.
According to legend, in ancient times, the Yellow Emperor fought with Chi You.
Chi You used magic to raise the fog, and Huangdi's tribe found it difficult to discern their direction in the fog and fell into trouble.
As Huangdi's minister, Fenghou made a compass at the critical moment and helped the army defeat Chi You.
But unfortunately, Feng Hou died in the battle and was buried there.
In order to commemorate this wise minister, the place was called Fenglingdu.
Some people also say that Fengling inside Fenglingdu is actually the tomb of Nuwa.
Because Nuwa's real name was Feng, she was named Fengling.
It’s just that these legends are too old and people have never been able to verify them.
Duan Wenjun had been here before when he carried out a mission to arrest tomb robbers and cultural relic dealers.
However, I don’t know if the Fenglingdu in front of me has anything to do with the Fenglingdu in the previous life.
According to some of the geography and landforms of Dashun that Du Maoxun told him before, the territory of Dashun seems to be somewhat similar to China in the previous life, but the territory is smaller.
However, Jingzhou is in the south of Dashun, and Fenglingdu in the previous life was in the north of China. This geographical location seems to be a bit too different.
Just when Duan Wenjun's thoughts were wandering away, Chai Jingyun said, "Old Zheng, go and take a look first!"
"Yes, Young Master!" Zheng Zheshi nodded.
Just when he was about to walk towards the town, Mo Shoucheng said, "Old Zheng, let me go with you!"
Zheng Zheshi's face became very solemn, he turned to look at Mo Shoucheng and nodded slightly.
Duan Wenjun knew that Chai Jingyun's coachman was not a simple man, he was a top-notch master.
However, such a master is so cautious and careful. It is obvious that the situation in the town makes him very afraid.
"Old Mo, be careful!" Duan Wenjun looked at Mo Shoucheng worriedly and said with concern.
"Don't worry, Old Duan!" Mo Shoucheng nodded, then turned to look at Yun Batian, "Sister Yun, I'll leave it to you, Old Duan!"
Yun Batian nodded, "Be careful! I will protect the young master's family!"
I don't know when, Yun Batian's black iron horizontal sword has been unsheathed.
Mo Shoucheng nodded to Zheng Zheshi, and the two of them sped towards Fenglingdu.
Everyone looked very nervous and looked in the direction of the town.
The figures of Mo Shoucheng and Zheng Zheshi disappeared from everyone's eyes in just the blink of an eye.
But they didn't wait long, and they all came back.
Mo Shoucheng's face was full of doubts, but Zheng Zheshi's face was full of horror.
"Sir, there is no one in the town." Zheng Zheshi frowned, "And it looks very strange."
Chai Jingyun's brows also furrowed. "There's no one inside? It's very strange?"
"There are no people left, but the room maintains its original appearance. There are even half-eaten meals on some tables." Mo Shoucheng followed, "What's even more strange is that there are no signs of fighting."
"It's like the people inside suddenly dropped what they were doing and left when someone called them," Zheng Zheshi added.
"Did you go to Miyue Inn?" Chai Jingyun stared at Zheng Zheshi and spoke again.
"Everything is normal inside the inn. There is still a pot of half-fried beef in the kitchen." Zheng Zheshi's face was extremely serious. "But there is no one inside. The proprietress and other waiters and cooks are not here."
"This is weird!" Chai Jingyun murmured to himself, then turned to look at Duan Wenjun and said, "Wenjun, do we want to enter the town now?"
