Clank, clank, clank!
The clash of two swords was accompanied by a bombardment of literary light, which was faintly visible in the darkness. Lin Feng also saw the general appearance of this person through this little blur. This person was wearing a large black cloak, and the shadow of the hood covered his entire face.
Only the light of literary spirit can outline some contours.
The style of the sword in his hand is also that of the Central Plains.
The swordsmanship is quite good.
Although Lin Feng studied hard with Chu Yao and was occasionally instructed by other teachers, she focused more on studying internal affairs. She was young, had little experience, and did not have much talent in swordsmanship, so her overall strength was only average. Facing an opponent who was more experienced, older, and more skilled in swordsmanship than her, Lin Feng did not have the upper hand at all. However, the opponent did not seem to have the intention to kill and was always defending with his sword.
His hands were tied.
On the other hand, Lin Feng was fearless at all times.
For a while, the two sides were evenly matched.
Probably because he realized that Lin Feng was going to pester him to death, and that the warrior number 10 with a long aura was eyeing him covetously, this person stopped pestering him and made a feint. A phantom deceived Lin Feng's senses, and when she came to her senses, a stream of literary energy blocked her way.
The scholar jumped down.
It looked like he was preparing to slip away.
Lin Feng ordered: "Stop him!"
The ten guards below had been waiting for this sentence.
In order to protect Lin Feng's safety, Shen Tang selected ten elite soldiers from the soldiers he brought with him, all of whom were brave warriors.
Although their martial courage levels are not high, they are not afraid of dealing with ordinary enemies or herds of beasts in the wilderness.
"Little man, don't push your luck."
Compared with the brave warriors, the martial arts value of the literati is not the slightest bit better. At Lin Feng's command, ten people stepped on the ground and turned into ten phantoms to catch up with the target. Seeing this, the man also stopped, and the ten guards saw the situation and just surrounded him without attacking.
Lin Feng broke through the literary energy and caught up.
Ask: "Who are you?"
Listening to Lin Feng's standard elegant words, the man said: "You didn't know who started it. Which elder taught you this?"
The guard took the initiative to make way for one person, but his aura was still locked on the mysterious scholar in front of him. Lin Feng frowned and asked, "If you really have a clear conscience, why do you have to hide in the dark and spy on us? There is no need to be polite to those sneaky people!"
Mysterious Scribe: "..."
Talking about this, he inexplicably felt guilty.
He was a veteran who had been out there for many years, and had seen many ups and downs. He considered himself to be a top-notch fighter. But he never expected that his fame would be ruined today, as he was discovered by a young boy and caught red-handed.
He said, "I am just passing by."
Lin Feng is not a three-year-old child.
She sneered: "Passing by? This is a barren land with no birds or shits. Where are you going? How could you pass by here?"
"Your words are really harsh, little guy."
Every word and sentence is weird.
The mysterious scholar didn't want to talk much. "I'm just passing by to do some business. Please help me. Although you have more people, in front of my strength, let alone just a few of you, even if you come three or five times as many, it won't be a big deal. Let's quit while we're ahead."
Upon hearing this, Lin Feng calmed down and smiled as clear as the river.
She knew in her heart that this person was not lying.
Although she couldn't tell how strong this person was, she felt that he was very much like her teacher, as if she was looking up at a mountain or gazing into a bottomless pool. If he was determined to break through, her limited manpower would not be able to stop him.
This kind of people always have some hidden hidden tricks.
but-
The time and the scene were too sensitive, and Lin Feng took on this task with the mentality of seeing death as the way home. If the scholar in front of him was a lackey sent by Shiwu, letting him go would be like letting a tiger go back to the mountain, which was absolutely unacceptable!
His mind changed and he became more determined.
Lin Feng took a deep breath and said calmly: "This won't work!"
The mysterious scribe sneered: "You really overestimate your own abilities!"
He didn't expect that even after he gave in, the other party would still not give in. However, he really didn't want to fight at this moment. After all, he knew his own shortcomings. The young man in front of him dared to go deep into the famous no-man's land of Shiwu with ten people. He must have something to rely on.
In addition, the other party has the same accent and is from the same ethnic group.
He also didn't want to take things to the extreme.
So I could only ask, "What do you want to do, young man?"
"Who are you? Who sent you? What are you doing here?"
Lin Feng asked three questions in a row.
Mysterious Scribe: "No name, no surname, no owner, just passing by."
The answer was quite perfunctory.
Lin Feng: “…”
The ghost believed that the other person was just passing by.
Seeing Lin Feng's face full of disbelief, he said: "Young man, how can you be so suspicious? I did pass by here, but I saw several groups of mutilated corpses passing by here, and the fatal wounds were clean and sharp..."
These groups of people looked like ordinary bandits.
But upon closer inspection, they looked more like elite soldiers raised by some of the Ten Crow nobles, wandering around here searching for something. Even more strange was that they seemed to have been killed by the same group of people. The mysterious scholar also encountered two groups along the way and was chased by them.
After being in trouble for several days and being chased, the mysterious scholar cursed the words in his heart for being unreliable.
What does “Northwest, good luck” mean
In order to fight back, he gave away 20% of the gold and silver he had with him.
This place is far away from Yonggu Pass, and you don't know what kind of monsters you might encounter along the way, so you have to use your money sparingly.
Lin Feng fell silent after hearing the mysterious scholar's words.
His eyes flickered, as if he was considering whether this was true or not.
"I'll believe you for now." Lin Feng paused and continued, "This place is full of dangers, sir, you'd better leave as soon as possible. If you don't believe it and insist on staying here, we can only regard it as a provocation and judge that your words are false. If so, even if we are not strong enough, we will not let you get any benefit!" His words were a combination of soft and hard tactics, with sarcasm and force.
The mysterious scribe almost laughed out of anger.
I really don’t know what’s wrong with the young people nowadays. They are more arrogant than each other and dare to speak nonsense even though they are still wet behind the ears!
The two sides were in a stalemate for a while.
Lin Feng seemed calm and composed, but in fact his innermost shirt was soaked with sweat and stuck tightly to his skin.
Finally, the mysterious scribe took action.
Lin Feng was so nervous that he could hear his chest heaving.
The scholar raised his hand and took off the hood that concealed his face.
Revealing a face with a gentle and elegant temperament.
Can't tell the exact age.
Scholars of literature and art are protected by the spirit of literature. After they reach the age of 20, their appearance is like the preservatives that the master mentioned. They age slowly and there is almost no trace of time on their faces. Only their temperament and the depth of their eyes reveal their age.
The other party sighed, "I'm afraid that won't work. To be honest, I'm lost. After all, this is an extremely dangerous restricted area in Shiwu. I don't have any dry food or supplies. If I go alone, I'm afraid something will happen. I just spied on Xiaolang and his group for this reason... Since Xiaolang is so alert, why don't you take me with you, how about that?"
Lin Feng was stunned when he heard this.
It seemed that he had not expected the mysterious scribe to be so shameless.
For a moment, her expression changed again and again.
After all, I am still young and not as thick-skinned as others.
Said: "We can give you dry food."
Just stay away from them and don't get involved.
The mysterious scribe tilted his head.
He said, "No."