"you--"

Lin Feng did not expect the reaction of the mysterious scribe.

Isn’t this sincerely dependent on her?

Take a deep breath in the dark to adjust your mood.

Lin Feng: "We need to do things and outsiders avoid retreating."

The rushing people was so obvious, but unexpectedly, the mysterious scribe seemed to be unable to understand people's words and face: "I can't read it, and even if I read it, I will not easily reveal any important matters about Xiaolang. I still understand this kind of human sentiment."

Lin Feng suddenly opened his eyes wide.

I couldn't hold up a word of swearing for a while.

Take action?

I can't beat it myself.

Even if you have to take action, you have to wait until you kill the target.

Don't do it?

Let such an unknown person follow?

Lin Feng was in a complicated mood and snorted in anger, waved his hand to greet the guards and left, and seized the time to cultivate and restore vitality.

The mysterious scribe also followed.

It is amazingly familiar.

Lin Feng glared at him and said, "Dry food."

Lin Feng held back his words.

He rushed to the guard and said, "Give it to him."

The mysterious scribe did not completely deceive Lin Feng. He had no dry food and water bags. It was not so miserable, but the two groups of people who were chasing him were reluctant to let go. In the melee, they used a sharp weapon of gold smear and poison in their hands to cut through his dry food and water bags, and most of them were scrapped, leaving only two or three days. In this vast wilderness, food and water sources were not easy to find.

"Thank you."

He took the food handed over by the guard.

I didn't check whether it was toxic or not, so I started eating it in big mouthfuls. I found that the rice dumplings were soft and chewy, and there was no mixed with gravel that had not been cleaned. I didn't have to worry about the gravel that would wear down my teeth after biting it in one bite.

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

Lin Feng didn't even bother paying attention to him when he held the sword.

The mysterious scribe said to himself: "It's a little extravagant."

Due to tool limitations, it is difficult to shed wheat.

The so-called wheat rice is to grind wheat and cook it with the skin. To be more understandable, it means that wheat and wheat bran are cooked together. If the processing equipment is backward, it means that labor costs soar. A bowl of wheat rice that completely removes the wheat bran and cleans up the gravel can be imagined how high the "construction cost" is, let alone use it as dry food, which is too luxurious. Ordinary people only want to eat enough.

Lin Feng is a young man after all, and his temper has not yet been trained.

I heard that this guy was picky and picky when he was eating and drinking, so he became angry.

"Then you can skip it."

The mysterious scribe doesn't care.

After a few bites of dry food, I drank water to moisten my throat.

Lin Feng was worried about how to throw this person away. The mysterious scholar looked up at the dark night, and suddenly sighed: "When I saw Xiaolang's appearance, I couldn'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 spans a bit.

The mysterious scribe was inspired for a moment. Lin Feng's impulse and his attitude of arguing with him were indeed very similar to his son. If it weren't for this, he wouldn't be so easy to talk to.

Lin Feng asked casually: "Where is the son-in-law now?"

The mysterious scribe shook his head: "I don't know."

Seeing that his tone was not as fake, Lin Feng couldn't help but feel soft for a moment.

"With the talent of a teacher, the children taught are not bad." Ordinary people can only survive with their tails tightly, but literary scholars or brave warriors are relatively better. As long as they do not easily join any force, they do not make enemies. The mysterious scholars do not comment on Lin Feng's comfort, and their rebellious sons know their own family...

In the land of Ten Miscellaneous areas, the temperature difference between day and night is large.

Especially on the cold winter night, the cold wind is like adding a knife, shaking on people's faces and causing a tiny pain.

Lin Feng couldn't help but think of his teacher far away in Longwu County. Longwu County suffered repeated disasters and was penniless. The teachers and the teachers wanted to restore the people's livelihood here and let more common people survive this harsh winter. I don't know how much effort it would take.

The mysterious scribe smiled bitterly: "He doesn't want to."

Lin Feng: “…”

The four simple words contain countless gossips, but she is not Mr. Gu Chi, so she doesn’t have this hobby.

Time flies to the second half of the night.

The mysterious scholar leaned against the mountain wall and sat not far away to take a nap. Lin Feng was alert for more than half an hour. Seeing that he really had no intention of causing trouble, he felt relieved to sleep 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 at another place.

He made a "shhh" gesture at Lin Feng.

He whispered: "Everyone said that this place is a dangerous forbidden area in Shiwu, but he didn't want it to be so lively, and another group of people came."

Someone is here!

More than one person!

Lin Feng seemed to be able to feel the aura of the world in the distance being stirred by the murderous intent, and the slight distortions produced were particularly clear on the quiet night. Seeing this, the mysterious scholar looked at Lin Feng with praise. Without saying anything, this little man's talent is indeed enviable.

finally--

The slight sound of footsteps on the gravel was transmitted along the wind into the ears of the mysterious scholar. Almost at the moment when the enemy took action, he took action first. With a wave of his hand, the Wenqi City Wall rose up to the ground, just to stop the enemy that was emerging in unison.

With the slightest literary spirit, I also saw the visitor.

A group of strong men with typical characteristics of the Shiwu clan.

Strangely, their clothes were dirty and described as being embarrassed, like savages living in the mountains. Including those who were ambushing in secret, there were seven people, but each of them were martial arts warriors. Although the level of martial arts was not high, the situation and scene were all in the mountains...

In an instant, Lin Feng thought of something.

He was able to draw his sword: "Leave a living mouth!"

The guard obeyed the order.

They rushed out together.

Well, including Lin Feng who holds the sword.

Seeing this, the mysterious scribe shook his hands slightly.

Unexpectedly, this little boy had such a strong murderous aura.

Moreover, is this little boy a literary scholar?

The mysterious scribe finally noticed this detail, but it was hard to say anything at this time. Anyway, the group of mobs in front of him were not difficult to solve. Even though he was fierce, he was a good person. Can the two scribes who were in charge of the situation still benefit them?

[Mingzhe Protects Self-Safe] Blessings, after the guards are gone, they can force the enemy to fly back by just head-on battles.

After the group realized that they had kicked the iron plate and wanted to retreat, they had no chance. After dozens of rounds, they had only had time to let out a short scream and lost their lives. They left a living mouth, but he seemed to be a dead soldier and chose to commit suicide without waiting for Lin Feng to take action.

"Look at the appearance of this group of people, I must have been here for a while..." The mysterious scribe squatted down and fiddled with the body. "The people outside the restricted area may be coming to find them... Both sides are elite dead soldiers raised by the Shiwuqiuqiu, which is interesting."

Perhaps this is the reason why the Spirit of Words indicates this?

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

Mysterious Scribe: "Target?"

After presenting the love of others, Lin Feng couldn't give him a cold face: "The two people you mentioned need to protect and the other want to kill."

The mysterious scribe said, "That's a big fish!"

He made some mental preparations first.

After two incidents in one night, Lin Feng couldn't wait for dawn and ordered the guard to look for any hidden places that might be hidden. With a specific range, it was much easier to find. Just as she was waiting anxiously, the guard was surprised.

"Finally found!"

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Chapter completed!