"you-"
Lin Feng never expected this reaction from the mysterious scholar.
Isn't this a sincere attempt to rely on her
Take a deep breath secretly to adjust your mood.
Lin Feng: "We need to get things done, outsiders please stay away."
The mysterious scholar seemed to not understand what he was saying and could not read his expression. He said, "I can't read it. Even if I read it, I won't easily reveal any important information about Xiaolang. You still understand this bit of human ethics."
Lin Feng suddenly opened his eyes wide.
He couldn't utter a single curse word for a long while.
Take action
I can't beat him.
Even if you want to take action, you have to wait until the target is killed.
Not taking action
Allowing such an unknown person to follow you
Lin Feng was in mixed emotions. He snorted angrily, waved his hand to ask the guards to leave, and took the time to recuperate and recover his strength.
The mysterious scribe followed.
He is so familiar that it is shocking.
Lin Feng glared at him, and he said, "Dry food."
Lin Feng kept his words to himself.
He said to the guard, "Give it to him."
The mysterious scholar was not completely deceiving Lin Feng. He did not have much dry food and water bags left. He should not have been so miserable, but the two groups of people who were chasing him were relentless. In the melee, the sharp weapons in their hands, which were coated with golden juice and poison, slashed his dry food and water bags, destroying most of them, and the remaining ones only had two or three days' supply. In this vast wilderness, it was difficult to find food and water.
"Thank you very much."
He took the food handed to him by the guard.
Without testing whether it was poisonous, he ate it in big mouthfuls. As soon as he took a bite, he found that the wheat rice ball was soft, sticky and chewy, and there was no sand or gravel mixed in it. He didn't have to worry about the sand or gravel wearing out his teeth.
The mysterious scholar asked, "Is this the new wheat this year?"
Lin Feng was holding the sword and didn't even bother to pay attention to him.
The mysterious scholar said to himself: "It's a bit extravagant."
Due to tool limitations, wheat hulling is not easy.
The so-called wheat rice is made by grinding wheat and cooking it with bran. In simple terms, it means that wheat and bran are cooked together. The backward processing equipment means that the labor cost soars. It is conceivable how high the "cost" of a bowl of wheat rice that has been completely stripped of bran and sand is, not to mention using it as dry food, which is too luxurious. Ordinary people just want to be full.
Lin Feng is still a young man after all, and his temper is not yet well-trained.
Hearing this guy eating and drinking for free and being picky, I got angry.
"Then you don't have to eat."
The mysterious scribe didn't care.
He finished the dry food in a few bites and drank some water to moisten his throat.
Lin Feng was worrying about how to get rid of this man. The mysterious scholar looked up at the dark night and suddenly sighed: "Seeing Xiaolang's appearance, I can't help but think of my rebellious son at home. When he left home, he was about the same age as Xiaolang..."
Lin Feng: “…”
This topic is a bit broad.
The mysterious scholar was suddenly inspired. Lin Feng's aggressiveness and his attitude towards arguing with him were indeed very similar to his son's. If not, he would not be so easy to talk to.
Lin Feng asked casually: "Where is your son now?"
The mysterious scribe shook his head: "I don't know."
Seeing that his tone did not sound fake and his furrowed brows contained deep worry, Lin Feng couldn't help but soften his heart for a moment.
"With your talent, I think the children you teach will be good." Ordinary people can only survive by keeping their tails between their legs, but scholars with literary talent or warriors with courage are relatively better off. As long as they don't easily surrender to any forces and don't make friends with enemies. The mysterious scholar did not comment on Lin Feng's comfort. He knew his own rebellious son...
In the land of Shiwu, the temperature difference between day and night is large.
Especially on cold winter nights, the cold wind feels like a knife, blowing on people's faces and causing fine pain.
Lin Feng couldn't help but think of his teacher who was far away in Longwu County. Longwu County had suffered many disasters and was extremely poor. The teacher and his friends wanted to restore the people's livelihood here and let as many common people as possible survive this harsh winter. I don't know how much effort they had to put in.
The mysterious scribe smiled bitterly: "He doesn't care."
Lin Feng: “…”
These four simple words contain countless gossips, but she is not Mr. Gu Chi and does not have such a hobby.
Time passed quickly and it was already late at night.
The mysterious scholar leaned against the mountain wall, sitting not far away and taking a nap with his eyes closed. Lin Feng was alert for more than half an hour, and seeing that he really had no intention of causing trouble, he felt relieved and fell into a light sleep, and his breathing gradually became stable. However, this night was destined to be a little unusual.
Almost at the same time, they both opened their eyes.
Lin Feng looked at the mysterious scholar.
The mysterious scribe looked elsewhere.
He made a "hush" gesture to Lin Feng.
Whispering: "Everyone says this place is a dangerous restricted area for the Ten Crows, but I didn't expect it to be so lively. Another group of people came."
Someone is coming!
More than one person!
Lin Feng seemed to be able to feel the aura of the heaven and earth in the distance being stirred by murderous intent, which caused a slight distortion, which was particularly clear in the silent night. Seeing this, the mysterious scholar looked at Lin Feng with approval - apart from anything else, this young man's talent was indeed enviable.
finally-
The slight sound of footsteps on the gravel was carried by the wind to the ears of the mysterious scholar. Almost at the moment when the enemy attacked, he took the initiative. With a wave of his hand, the wall of literary energy rose from the ground, just in time to block the enemies who appeared in unison.
I could also see the person coming through the faint scent of the text.
A group of strong men with typical characteristics of the Ten Crows.
The strange thing is that they were dressed in dirty clothes and looked miserable, like wild people living in the mountains. Including those who were lying in ambush, there were seven of them in total, but they were all warriors. Although their warrior level was not high, they were all hiding in the mountains in this situation...
In an instant, Lin Feng thought of something.
He drew his sword and said, "Leave one alive!"
The guards obey orders.
They all rushed out.
Well, including Lin Feng who was holding a sword.
The mysterious scholar's hands trembled slightly when he saw this.
I didn't expect this young man to be so murderous.
Moreover, this young man is a scholar of literature, right
The mysterious scholar finally noticed this detail, but it was hard to say anything at this time. Anyway, this group of rabble in front of him was not difficult to deal with. Although they were fierce, they were just for show. How could they get any benefit with two scholars of literary mind in charge
With the blessing of self-preservation, the guards have nothing to worry about and can force the enemy to fly backwards with just a head-on collision.
When the group realized that they had hit a wall, they had no chance to retreat. After dozens of rounds, they only had time to let out a short scream before losing their lives. One person was left alive, but he seemed to be a death warrior and chose to commit suicide before Lin Feng could make a move.
"Looking at the appearance of this group of people, they must have stayed here for a while..." The mysterious scholar squatted down and fiddled with the corpses, "The people outside the restricted area may be here to find them... Both sides are elite soldiers raised by the Ten Crow nobles, interesting."
Perhaps this is the reason why the Word Spirit directed this place
Lin Feng: "The target must be nearby, not far away."
Mysterious Scribe: "Target?"
Having presented the other person's kindness, Lin Feng couldn't give him the cold shoulder: "You mentioned two parties, one to be protected, the other to be killed."
The mysterious scribe exclaimed, "That's a big fish!"
He prepared himself mentally first.
After two incidents in one night, Lin Feng couldn't wait until dawn and ordered the guards to search for any secret places where the person might be hiding. With a specific range, it would be much easier to find the person. Just as she was waiting anxiously, a guard's voice was surprised.
“Found it!”
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