Back Off, Let Me Come

"you--"

Lin Feng never 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?

Allowing such an ignorant person to follow you?

Lin Feng's mood was complicated, and he snorted angrily, waving his hand to the guards to leave, seizing the time to recuperate and regain his strength.

The mysterious scribe also followed.

Jiraiya was astoundingly familiar.

Lin Feng glared at him, and he said: "Dry 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 wouldn't have been so miserable in the first place, but the two groups of people who were chasing him refused to let him go. During the melee, they slashed his dry food and water bag with sharp weapons smeared with gold juice and poison, and most of them were scrapped. He only had two or three days left. . In this vast wilderness, it is difficult to find food and water.

"Thank you."

He took the food from the guard.

I didn’t even check to see if it was poisonous, so I ate it in big gulps. As soon as you take a bite, you will find that the wheat rice dumplings are soft, chewy and have no grit that has not yet been cleaned. You don’t have to worry about the grit wearing down your teeth when you bite into it.

The mysterious scribe asked: "Is this this year's new wheat?"

Lin Feng didn't bother to pay attention to him while holding his sword.

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 skin. To put it simply, wheat and wheat bran are cooked and eaten together. Outdated processing equipment means soaring labor costs. The "cost" of a bowl of wheat rice with the wheat bran completely removed and the grit removed can be imagined as to how high it is, not to mention the luxury of using it as dry food. Ordinary people just want to eat enough.

Lin Feng is still a young man, and his temper has not yet been developed.

Hearing this guy eating and drinking and being fussy made him 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 pitch-black night and suddenly sighed: "Seeing Xiao Lang's appearance, I couldn'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 suddenly felt something. Lin Feng's aggressiveness and attitude of arguing with him were indeed very similar to his son. If not, he wouldn't 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."

Lin Feng couldn't help but feel soft for a moment when he saw that his tone didn't sound like he was lying, and his frowning brows contained deep worry.

"With his talent, the children he teaches 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 you don't defect to any force easily and don't make enemies. The mysterious scribe was unconvinced about Lin Feng's relief. He knew it well...

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 in Longwu County. Longwu County has suffered many disasters and is impoverished. Teacher and the others want to restore the people's livelihood here and allow as many people as possible to survive this harsh winter. They don't know how much effort they have 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 the middle of the night.

The mysterious scribe leaned against the mountain wall and sat not far away, closing his eyes and taking a nap. Lin Feng was alert for more than half an hour. Seeing that he really had no intention of causing trouble, he rested and slept lightly, and his breathing gradually stabilized. However, this night was destined to be a little unusual.

Almost at the same time, the two 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's 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 when 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 enemies that appeared all at once.

Even with his weak literary spirit, he could see the person coming.

A group of strong men with typical characteristics of the Juwu Clan.

The strange thing is that their clothes are dirty and they look miserable, like savages living in the mountains. Counting those who ambush secretly, there are seven people in total, but all of them are brave warriors. Although the martial arts level is not high, in this situation, we are all nesting in the mountains...

In an instant, Lin Feng thought of something.

Shua De drew his sword: "Leave one alive!"

The guards obeyed orders.

They all rushed out.

Well, including Lin Feng who was 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, it would not be difficult to solve this ragtag group of people in front of him. They are fierce, but they are good-looking people. How can they benefit from two literary scholars sitting in charge?

With the blessing of [Mingzhe's Protection], once the guard has no worries, he can force the enemy to fly backwards just by confronting him head-on.

By the time the group 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 before losing their lives. He was left alive, but he seemed to be a dead man and chose to commit suicide before Lin Feng took action.

"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 indicates this place?

Lin Feng: "The target must be nearby, not far."

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.

After two troubles in one night, Lin Feng couldn't wait for dawn and ordered his guards to look for any hidden places nearby. With a specific scope, it will be much easier to find. While she was waiting anxiously, a guard's voice sounded surprising.

"found it!"

(o゜▽゜)o☆

I'll get the non-invasive results tomorrow.