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"You——"
How could Lin Feng have expected the mysterious scribe's reaction?
Doesn't this depend on her sincerity?
Take a deep breath in secret to adjust your mood.
Lin Feng: "We have to do something, and outsiders should stay away."
It was so obvious to drive people away, but the mysterious scribe seemed to be unable to understand the people's words and expressions: "I don't know how to read, and even if I did, I wouldn't easily reveal even the slightest bit of important information about Xiao Lang.
I still understand this bit of human ethics."
Lin Feng suddenly opened his eyes wide.
I couldn't hold back a curse word for a long while.
Take action?
I can't beat myself.
Even if you want to take action, you have to wait until the target is killed.
Not taking action?
Are you allowed to be followed by such an ignorant person?
Lin Feng was in a complicated mood. He snorted angrily and waved to the guards to leave, seizing the time to recuperate and regain his strength.
The mysterious scribe also followed.
The familiarity is staggering.
Lin Feng glared at him and he said: "Solid food."
Lin Feng suppressed his words.
He rushed to the guard and said, "Give it to him."
The mysterious scribe was not completely deceiving Lin Feng. He did not have much dry food and water bags. It would not have been so miserable in the first place, but the two groups of people who were chasing him refused to give up. During the melee, their hands were smeared with gold juice poison.
Sharp weapons tore through his dry food and water bags, and most of them were scrapped, leaving only two or three days left. Food and water sources were hard to find in this vast wilderness.
"Thank you."
He accepted the food from the guard.
I didn't even test whether it was poisonous, so I ate it in big gulps. As soon as I took a bite, I found that the wheat rice dumplings were soft, chewy and chewy. There was no grit in it that hadn't been cleaned yet. You didn't have to worry about the grit grinding your teeth when you took a bite.
The mysterious scribe asked: "Is this this year's new wheat?"
Lin Feng was holding his sword and didn't bother to pay attention to him.
The mysterious scribe said to himself: "It's a bit extravagant."
Due to limited tools, it is not easy to shell wheat.
The so-called wheat rice is made by grinding wheat and combining it with the skin. To put it simply, it means that wheat and wheat bran are cooked together. The processing equipment is backward, which means that the labor cost has soared. A bowl of wheat rice is completely free of wheat bran.
, the "cost" of wheat rice with the gravel removed can be imagined to be high, let alone used as dry food, which is extremely luxurious. Ordinary people just want to eat enough.
Lin Feng is still a young man, and his temper has not yet been fully developed.
Hearing that this guy was eating and drinking and being fussy made me angry.
"Then you don't have to eat."
The mysterious scribe didn't care.
After eating the dry food in several mouthfuls, I drank some water to moisten my throat.
Lin Feng was worried about how to get rid of this man. The mysterious scribe looked up at the dark night and suddenly sighed: "Seeing Xiao Lang's appearance, I can't help but think of the traitor in my family. When he left home, he was about the same age as Xiao Lang...
…”
Lin Feng: "..."
This topic spans a bit.
The mysterious scribe felt something for a moment. Lin Feng's aggressiveness and attitude of arguing with him were indeed very similar to his son. If not, he would not be so easy to talk to.
Lin Feng asked casually: "Where is your master now?"
The mysterious scribe shook his head: "I don't know."
When Lin Feng saw that his tone didn't sound like he was lying, and his frowning brows contained deep worry, he couldn't help but feel soft for a moment.
"With your talents, the children you teach are not bad at all." Ordinary people can only survive with their tails between their legs, but literary scholars or courageous warriors are relatively better off. As long as they don't easily defect to any force and don't make enemies. For Lin
The wind is comforting, the mysterious scribe is noncommittal, and the traitorous son himself knows...
In the land of Shiwu, there is a big temperature difference between day and night.
Especially on cold winter nights, the cold wind is like adding a knife to the face, causing slight pain.
Lin Feng couldn't help but think of his teacher who was far away in Longwu County. Longwu County had been hit by disasters many times and was impoverished. The teacher and the others wanted to restore the people's livelihood here and let as many people as possible survive this harsh winter. They didn't know how much effort they had to put in.
The mysterious scribe smiled bitterly: "He doesn't disdain it."
Lin Feng: "..."
These four simple words contain countless gossips, but she is not Mr. Gu Chi and has no such hobby.
Time flies to midnight.
The mysterious scribe leaned against the mountain wall and sat not far away with his eyes closed for a nap. Lin Feng was alert for more than half an hour. Seeing that he really had no intention of causing trouble, he rested peacefully and slept lightly, and his breathing gradually stabilized. However, this night was destined to be a little uncomfortable.
Ordinary.
Almost at the same time, the two of them opened their eyes.
Lin Feng looked at the mysterious scribe.
The mysterious scribe looked elsewhere.
He made a "shh" gesture towards Lin Feng.
Whispered: "They say this place is a dangerous restricted area in Shiwu, but we don't want it to be so lively and another group of people come."
somebody is coming!
More than one person!
Lin Feng seemed to be able to feel the slight distortion caused by the aura of heaven and earth in the distance stirred by murderous intent, which was particularly clear in the silent night. Seeing this, the mysterious scribe glanced at Lin Feng approvingly - aside from other things, this young man
Talent is indeed enviable.
finally--
The slight sound of footsteps on the gravel was carried along the wind to the ears of the mysterious scribe. Almost at the moment the enemy took action, he struck first. With a wave of his hand, the Wenqi City Wall rose from the ground, just in time to block the attack.
Brush enemies that appear.
Even though he was still in a weak mood, he saw someone coming.
A group of strong men with typical characteristics of the Shiwu clan.
The strange thing is that they were dressed in dirty clothes and looked embarrassed, like savages living in the mountains. Counting the ambush, there were seven of them in total, but all of them were brave warriors. Although the level of martial arts was not high, in this situation,
Together they nest in the mountains...
In an instant, Lin Feng thought of something.
Shua De drew his sword: "Leave one alive!"
Guards obey orders.
They all rushed out.
Well, including Lin Feng who is holding the sword.
When the mysterious scribe saw this, his hand shook slightly.
I didn't expect this young man to be so murderous.
Moreover, this young man is a literary scholar, right?
The mysterious scribe finally noticed this detail, but it was difficult to say anything at this time. Anyway, the mob in front of them was not difficult to deal with. They were fierce, but they were just good people. How could they benefit from having two literary scribes sitting in charge?
With the blessing of [Mingzhe Protecting Yourself], once the guard has no worries, he can force the enemy to fly backwards just by confronting him head-on.
When this group of people realized that they had kicked the iron plate, they had no chance to retreat. After dozens of rounds, they only had time to let out a short scream and lost their lives. They were left alive, but he seemed to be a dead soldier.
Lin Feng decided to commit suicide.
"Look at the appearance of this group of people, they must have been here for a while..." The mysterious scribe squatted down and fiddled with the corpse, "The people outside the restricted area may have come to find them... Both parties are Shiwu nobles.
It’s interesting to raise elite dead soldiers.”
Maybe this is the reason why the spirit of words indicates this place?
Lin Feng: "The target must be nearby, not far away."
Mysterious Scribes: "Target?"
After showing his feelings, Lin Feng could no longer give him a cold face: "The two parties you mentioned, one wants to protect and the other wants to kill."
The mysterious scribe exclaimed: "That's a big fish!"
He first made some mental preparations.
There were two riots in one night. Lin Feng couldn't wait for dawn and ordered her guards to look for any hidden places that might be hidden nearby. With the specific range, it would be much easier to find. While she was waiting anxiously, a sudden