Upon seeing this, the refugees kneeling on the ground exchanged glances, took off the earthenware jars from their backs, and hurriedly ran to the spring to fill the jars with water.
The head guard glanced over, his eyes wide with anger. Not wanting them to get their way, he took the opportunity to pull out a throwing dart from his waist and flicked his wrist, ready to shoot it at the refugee's back.
Yun Er reacted quickly, picking up a stone and knocking the dart away.
Yun Mo's punch was as fast as lightning, the afterimage creating gusts of wind as it landed on the head guard's chest. Accompanied by a dull thud, the sound of bones shattering rang out.
The head guard looked down at his sunken chest, his vision went black, and he collapsed to the ground dead.
The refugees glanced back at the dart that had been knocked down, and were immediately terrified, turning tail and running away.
When the guards summoned the steward and brought more than twenty men to the spring, the head guard and four or five guards had already been killed.
Yun Mo and his guards surrounded the spring, and saw them raising their swords at each other with murderous intent.
The steward was terrified. After carefully examining Yun Mo and the others, he turned and left.
These are people they can't afford to mess with!
"Master, they just left like that?"
Yun Er kicked the corpses on the ground; he hadn't had enough of beating these weaklings yet.
Yun Qi asked, "Could there be another trick up your sleeve?"
Yun Mo frowned and said to Yun Qi, "Go and bring Second Brother and the others over. We'll camp here and rest tonight."
Then he had the body moved away and the surrounding filth cleaned up.
The surrounding refugees had long been frightened away, leaving only one survivor.
Yun Mo walked around the spring. The spring was a circle less than ten feet wide in diameter. The center of the spring was dark and bottomless, with water constantly surging and churning up from below. Just as Yun Qi had said, there was an underground river.
He was carefully observing the spring when he heard a carriage speeding towards him.
Yun Mo looked up and saw three horses pulling a luxurious carriage, seemingly heading towards them.
Before long, the carriage stopped beside the spring.
The steward who had brought the men earlier jumped off the carriage first, then helped Wang Tingshan, a man in his forties or fifties with a white beard, down from the carriage.
The steward leaned closer to Wang Tingshan and whispered a few words, after which Wang Tingshan walked towards Yun Mo.
The bodies of the guards on the ground had not yet been moved. Wang Tingshan only glanced at them before looking away, his face revealing neither joy nor anger.
Upon seeing Yun Mo's face clearly, Wang Tingshan's eyes narrowed slightly, then his pupils suddenly contracted. He stared wide-eyed, his mouth slightly open, and his beard trembled slightly.
He pointed a trembling finger at Yun Mo, "You, you are the third son of the Yun family?"
Yun Mo glanced at him coldly, his grip on the sword hilt tightening, a murderous intent surging within him. "I am Yun Mo."
Wang Tingshan said excitedly, "I am Wang Tingshan, and I have had dealings with your father before."
"In the Battle of Yanmen Pass, the three most outstanding generations of the Yun family died in battle. It is said that the second young master of the Yun family was seriously injured and died on the way back to the capital. The third young master of the Yun family went missing. The women of the Yun family were encountered by Hu people during their exile and have been missing ever since."
"I never expected this! Heaven truly has eyes; the Yun family is still alive."
As Wang Tingshan spoke, tears streamed down his face, and he raised his sleeve to wipe them away.
Yun Mo's expression remained indifferent. If he hadn't heard his father mention Wang Tingshan, he would have been deceived by Wang Tingshan's clumsy acting.
This person holds a position in the cabinet, is adept at handling interpersonal relationships, and is a complete opportunist, not worthy of trust or close friendship.
He remained unmoved by the death of his own guards, which shows that he was a ruthless person at heart.
Besides, Wang Tingshan was a Grand Secretary of the Imperial Court. He had traveled thousands of miles with his family to come here. How could Yun Mo not guess the reason behind it?
Yun Mo had long hated the incompetent officials in the court, so he naturally didn't give Wang Tingshan a friendly look.
Wang Tingshan had already said all that, and when he looked up at Yun Mo's disdainful expression, his expression stiffened. He immediately composed himself and said seriously, "Young Master Yun, is it possible to share this water source?"
Yun Mo refused without hesitation, behaving like a guard from the Wang family. "I'm afraid that won't work. My team has many people, and this water source might not be enough. Please leave on your own, Elder Wang."
Having heard him say all this, Wang Tingshan decided not to make a fool of himself. "Young Master Yun, it's goodbye forever."
The butler inside the carriage said respectfully, "Master, are we just going to let this go like this?"
Wang Tingshan closed his eyes and pondered for a long time before saying, "The Yun family is not to be trifled with. Leave some room for maneuver, so you can meet again in the future."
"Can……"
The butler wanted to say something more, but Wang Tingshan stopped him, saying, "Don't say anything more. Go back and restrain your men, and make sure they don't cause any more trouble."
"Yes," the butler knelt to the side, bowing his head obediently.
Lin Yinan got out of the car and came to the spring, where he saw villagers and guards continuously fetching water to feed livestock and cook.
The water in the spring quickly receded by two-thirds. Although the water in the center of the spring was still churning, the amount of water was decreasing.
The villagers and guards, seeing this, hurriedly filled the water bags, pottery jars, and wooden buckets they carried with water.
There were still many refugees wandering around, but when they saw guards standing watch by the spring, none of them dared to take a step forward.
Lin Yinan sat by the spring in a daze when Su Yunzhi, who had come to fetch water, came up to greet her.
"Anan, are you feeling better?"
His eyelashes were lowered, his expression was gentle, but his cheeks were sunken, his face was much thinner, and his tall figure was somewhat frail.
Su Yunzhi stood there, her desolation and loneliness accentuated by the cracked and parched yellow earth.
"I'm fine, thank you for your concern!" Lin Yinan said calmly.
She looked away from him. As long as Zhu Jinhui was around, no matter what kind of wife Su Yunzhi married in the future, his life would not be easy.
Yun Mo returned from circling the camp and saw the two talking face to face. He strode forward, squatted down in front of Lin Yinan, and blocked her view.
"Why did you come out?" Yun Mo asked softly, ignoring Su Yunzhi standing beside him.
Lin Yinan saw through his little scheme, curled the corners of her lips, and followed his words, saying, "I was bored sitting in the car."
Su Yunzhi felt that he was superfluous to stay there. He quickly fetched two buckets of water from the spring and left, afraid that if he looked at it any longer, his heart would break.
Lin Yinan glanced at the displaced people who were eyeing them menacingly in the distance. "The number of displaced people is increasing. If we don't provide them with water, I'm afraid it will cause trouble."
"I just walked around the camp. Everyone has basically filled their water tanks. I'm going to have the guards let the refugees in to fill their tanks."
"We need to make them line up properly to avoid chaos," Lin Yinan suggested.
"Okay, I'll arrange it right away."
Lin Yinan saw from afar that Yun Mo and his guards were talking to each other in the crowd of refugees. The refugees cheered and lined up in an orderly fashion.
Along the way, Lin Yinan had seen that Yun Mo was truly a commander-in-chief.
He was skilled in leading troops into battle, brave and decisive, with high combat prowess, and handsome as well. If he lived in modern times, he would definitely be a heartthrob.
Lin Yinan stared at the spring, lost in thought, her mind beginning to wander.
"Anan, what are you doing sitting here?"
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