Chapter 459: Striving to Achieve the KPI (Thirty-Nine) [Seeking Monthly Tickets]
"you--"
Lin Feng never expected the mysterious scholar to react this way.
Isn't this just deliberately trying to cling to her?
Take a deep breath and calm yourself down.
Lin Feng: "We need to get things done; outsiders should stay away."
The attempt to drive him away was so obvious, but the mysterious scholar seemed unable to understand human language or read faces: "I won't read it, and even if I did, I wouldn't easily reveal even the slightest bit of important information about you, young master. I understand this basic principle of human decency."
Lin Feng suddenly opened his eyes wide.
He couldn't utter a single curse word for a long time.
Should we take action?
I can't beat them.
Even if we're going to take action, we should wait until we've killed the target first.
Not taking any action?
Why let someone whose background we don't even know follow us?
Lin Feng was filled with mixed emotions. He snorted angrily, waved for the guards to leave, and hurried to recuperate and recover his strength.
The mysterious scholar followed.
His natural familiarity with others is astonishing.
Lin Feng glared at him, and he said, "Dry rations."
Lin Feng swallowed his words.
He said to the guard, "Give it to him."
The mysterious scholar wasn't entirely deceiving Lin Feng; his rations and water pouches were indeed running low. It wouldn't have been this bad, but the two groups chasing him were relentless. In the ensuing chaos, their weapons, laced with golden poison, ripped through his rations and water pouches, rendering them mostly useless, leaving him with only two or three days' worth. In this vast wilderness, food and water were scarce.
Thank you.
He took the food offered by the guard.
Without even checking for toxins, they started eating it in big mouthfuls. One bite revealed the wheat rice ball to be soft, chewy, and free of any grit or grime. They didn't have to worry about the grit wearing down their teeth.
The mysterious scholar asked, "Is this this year's new wheat?"
Lin Feng, holding his sword, didn't even bother to acknowledge him.
The mysterious scholar muttered to himself, "That's a bit extravagant."
Due to limitations in tools, wheat is not easy to husk.
So-called "wheat rice" is simply wheat cooked with its bran removed. In simpler terms, it's wheat cooked with its bran. Due to outdated processing equipment, labor costs skyrocketed. The cost of producing a bowl of wheat rice completely free of bran and grit is unimaginably high, let alone using it as a staple food—it's far too extravagant. Ordinary people simply want to be full.
Lin Feng was still a young man, and his temper had not yet been tempered.
I got angry when I heard this guy being picky about food and drinks while freeloading.
"Then you don't have to eat it."
The mysterious scholar didn't care.
He finished his dry rations in a few bites and then drank some water to soothe his throat.
Lin Feng was worried about how to shake off this person when the mysterious scholar looked up at the pitch-black night and suddenly sighed, "Seeing the young man's appearance reminds me of my rebellious son. He was about the same age as the young man when he left home..."
Lin Feng: "..."
This topic is quite broad.
The mysterious scholar spoke on a whim. Lin Feng's impulsiveness and argumentative attitude were indeed very similar to his son's. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so easy to talk to.
Lin Feng casually asked, "Where is your son now?"
The mysterious scholar shook his head: "I don't know."
Seeing that he didn't seem to be faking it, and that his tightly furrowed brows contained deep worry, Lin Feng couldn't help but soften his heart for a moment.
"With your talent, sir, your children are bound to be quite good." Ordinary people can only live cautiously, but scholars with literary talent or martial artists with martial prowess are relatively better off. As long as they don't easily side with any faction or make enemies. The mysterious scholar remained noncommittal regarding Lin Feng's words of comfort; he knew his own rebellious son best…
In the land of Shiwu, the temperature difference between day and night is large.
Especially on cold winter nights, the wind feels like a knife, slicing and stinging your face.
Lin Feng couldn't help but think of his teacher, who was far away in Longwu County. Longwu County had suffered repeated calamities and was destitute. His teacher and his colleagues wanted to restore the livelihood of the people in the area and help as many commoners as possible survive this harsh winter. He wondered how much effort they had put in.
The mysterious scholar smiled wryly: "He wouldn't deign to do that."
Lin Feng: "..."
Four simple words, yet they contain countless gossips, but she is not Mr. Gu Chi, and has no such hobby.
Time flew by and it was already past midnight.
The mysterious scholar leaned against the mountain wall, sitting not far away with his eyes closed, taking a nap. Lin Feng remained vigilant for more than half an hour, and only when he saw that the scholar really had no intention of causing trouble did he relax and fall into a light sleep, his breathing gradually becoming steady. However, this night was destined to be somewhat unusual.
Almost at the same time, the two opened their eyes.
Lin Feng looked at the mysterious scholar.
The mysterious scholar looked in another direction.
He made a "shh" gesture at Lin Feng.
He whispered, "Everyone says this place is a dangerous forbidden zone in Shiwu, but I didn't expect it to be so lively. Another group of people has arrived."
Someone's coming!
More than one person!
Lin Feng seemed to sense the slight distortion in the distant天地气 (heaven and earth energy) caused by the stirring of killing intent, which was particularly clear in the silent night. Seeing this, the mysterious scholar glanced at Lin Feng approvingly—putting everything else aside, this young man's talent was indeed enviable.
finally--
The soft rustling of footsteps on the gravel carried by the wind to the mysterious scholar's ears. Almost the instant the enemy made their move, he struck first. With a wave of his hand, a wall of literary energy rose from the ground, perfectly blocking the horde of enemies that surged forth.
Even with the faint glow of the writing, I could still make out the person who had come.
A group of burly men with typical characteristics of the Shiwu clan.
Strangely, they were filthy and disheveled, resembling wild men hiding in the mountains. Including those lying in ambush, there were seven of them, but each was a martial artist with exceptional courage. Despite their relatively low martial arts level, they were all huddled together in the mountains in this situation…
In an instant, Lin Feng realized something.
He drew his sword with a swift motion: "Leave one alive!"
Guards, obey orders.
They all rushed out together.
Yes, including Lin Feng with his sword.
Upon seeing this, the mysterious scholar's hand trembled slightly.
I never expected this young man to have such a murderous aura.
Moreover, isn't this young man a scholar with a literary mind?
The mysterious scholar finally noticed this detail, but couldn't say anything at this point. After all, this rabble was easy to deal with. Ferocious as they were, they were just for show. Could they really expect to gain any advantage with two literary scholars in charge?
With the blessing of "Protecting Yourself Wisely," the guards, having no worries about their backs, can force the enemy to fly backward in a head-on confrontation.
By the time the group realized they had kicked a hornet's nest, it was too late to retreat. After dozens of rounds, they only had time for short screams before losing their lives. One man was spared, but he seemed to be a suicide soldier; before Lin Feng could even make a move, he chose to take his own life.
“Judging from their appearance, they must have been here for a while…” The mysterious scholar squatted down and fiddled with the corpse. “The people outside the forbidden zone are probably here to find them… Both sides are elite assassins raised by the Ten Black Nobles. Interesting.”
Perhaps this is the reason why the power of words instructed this place?
Lin Feng: "The target must be nearby, not far away."
Mysterious scholar: "Target?"
Having accepted their favor, Lin Feng couldn't afford to be cold to them: "You mentioned two groups, one wants to protect, and the other wants to kill."
The mysterious scholar exclaimed, "Oh! That's a big fish!"
He should prepare himself mentally first.
After two disturbances that night, Lin Feng couldn't wait for dawn and ordered her guards to search the surrounding area for any possible hiding places. Having a specific area made the search much easier. Just as she was anxiously waiting, a guard's voice rang out in surprise.
"Found it!"
(o゜▽゜)o☆
I'll pick up the non-invasive prenatal test results tomorrow.
(End of this chapter)
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