Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1019 Qi County

After Yan Xiaoding and his companion left, the scene fell silent for a while.

After an unknown amount of time, Yan Xiaojia finally asked.

"What should Senior Brother Shu do next?"

Lin Feng looked up from his thoughts and glanced at Yan Xiaojia.

"Senior Brother Yan, go ahead and get busy. Don't get involved in these messy matters. As for me, I'll deal with whatever comes my way and take it one step at a time."

Yan Xiaojia had wanted to leave for a long time. If he stayed, and the disciples of Wuli Xinmen came looking for him, and the two sides started fighting, how would he handle the situation?

Helping anyone is wrong. There is a competitive relationship between the hidden sects. Although they appear to be on good terms, they secretly try to undermine each other.

Given Lin Feng's current situation, Yan Xiaojia felt that it was best to stay out of it.

Yan Xiaojia stood up and cupped his hands in greeting: "Senior Brother Shu must be very confident. I won't take up any more of your time. Farewell, and I hope we'll meet again."

Lin Feng also stood up and cupped his hands in greeting: "Senior Brother Yan, until we meet again."

Yan Xiaojia smiled and took a few steps back. His body swayed, and he instantly disappeared into the darkness.

He left quickly; since he couldn't figure out Lin Feng's background, Yan Xiaojia didn't want to take any risks.

The older you get in the world of martial arts, the more timid you become. I've spent half my life cultivating myself, and I still have a long way to go. Why turn down happiness?

Lin Feng watched the blurry black figure disappear into the distance, a feeling of disappointment rising in his heart.

He knew that it was the broken sword that had passed it on to him, but for some reason, the broken sword valued this Yan Xiaojia very much.

But Lin Feng couldn't just act on Duan Jian's emotions, regardless of whether it was good or bad.

Currently, I can still suppress the broken sword's emotions and prevent it from controlling my behavior.

If one day I lose control of the broken sword, I have no idea what kind of wicked and reprehensible things it will cause me to do.

Thinking of this, Lin Feng's hand gripping the broken sword tightened, and he felt a chill run down his spine.

The next day, Lin Feng rode his warhorse and soon arrived at the Yongding River.

This is a tributary of the Jinjiang River. The river flows swiftly and is wide, but not a single fishing boat can be seen.

Lin Feng had no choice but to ride his warhorse westward along the Yongding River, hoping to find a boat that could take him.

After traveling more than a hundred miles, they still hadn't seen any ships. Instead, they saw the silhouette of a city in the distance.

Where there is a city, there must be a dock, so Lin Feng decided to go into the city to take a look.

This city looks quite old; on the simple and low city gate tower, two characters are engraved: Qi County.

The city gate was deserted, with no pedestrians in sight. Only a soldier dressed in a single layer of clothing, holding a long spear, leaned against the gate opening, dozing off.

When Lin Feng's warhorse reached the city gate, the soldier immediately looked up and sized Lin Feng up and down.

"Five coins to enter the city."

Although the soldiers were speaking a dialect, Lin Feng could understand it clearly; it wasn't the language of the pirates.

Lin Feng dismounted: "Are there still government officials in the city?"

"Of course, do you want to file a lawsuit?"

"Not pirates?"

"Nonsense, a dignified official of the Great Zheng Dynasty, a seventh-rank county magistrate, is in court."

Lin Feng found it strange. This place was not far from Changzhi Prefecture, so how could it be Taisho territory?

Of course, it didn't matter whose territory it was; he was just passing through. The problem was that he didn't have a single penny on him.

"Sir, what should I do if I have no money?"

"No money?"

The soldier glared, looking from Lin Feng's body to the warhorse beside him.

"Use something as collateral. I think your knife is alright, so I'll leave it here as collateral. You can come back to redeem it when you have the money."

Without saying a word, Lin Feng shoved the straight sword in his hand into the soldier's hand, then led his warhorse into the city gate.

Although the pirates' straight swords were of good quality, they were of little use to him; they could only be used to turn over firewood or chop some dry branches.

The soldier shouted behind him.

"Hey, five coins for a person, ten coins for a horse, remember to bring fifteen coins to redeem it."

Lin Feng ignored him. After entering the city, he found that the streets inside the city were as deserted as the city gate. Even in broad daylight, it was difficult to encounter a single person.

What the hell is this ghost town?

It's difficult to find out anything.

Most of the shops on the street were closed. The few that were open had their doors wide open, but the inside was dark and deserted.

Lin Feng led his horse to a gate with a wine flag hanging above it. The two wooden doors at the entrance were open, and a cloth curtain was hanging on them.

Lin Feng tied his horse to the post in front of the tavern, lifted the curtain, and stepped into the tavern.

The sun was shining brightly outside, but it was pitch black inside the tavern, making it impossible for Lin Feng to see anything clearly.

After standing at the door for a while to get used to it, Lin Feng saw that in front of him was an eight-foot counter, with four square tables on each side and seven or eight stools scattered around.

There wasn't a single customer in the entire wine shop.

Only a thin, middle-aged man with a small mustache stood behind the counter, looking down and fiddling with an abacus.

Lin Feng breathed a sigh of relief; at least he could catch his breath.

"Shopkeeper, are there any boats in the city that can carry passengers?"

The shopkeeper with the mustache slowly stopped what he was doing and looked up at Lin Feng.

"Where are you headed, sir?"

"Kyoto City."

The shopkeeper smiled and stroked his mustache.

"Hehe, there are no boats going to the capital, but there are boats going to Fengdu. Can you go, sir?"

Lin Feng was taken aback. The two were five steps apart, separated by a counter, and the energy between them began to condense and surge.

The broken sword gave no warning, yet the person in front of him was so strange.

Lin Feng took a step back, subconsciously increasing the distance between himself and the person.

Only then did the broken sword suddenly leap, making Lin Feng's heart tighten.

The next moment, the middle-aged shopkeeper behind the counter raised his hand and emitted a bright light, quickly stabbing towards Lin Feng's chest.

Lin Feng only had time to retreat, but not to dodge left or right.

With a loud thud, I felt a jolt throughout my body, as if someone had struck my chest with a hammer. My body flew backward even faster.

Lin Feng flew back all the way to the door before he regained his footing and looked down.

The flash of light just now was probably some kind of hidden weapon, but it was so fast that Lin Feng couldn't dodge it in time. It hit his chest and was blocked by the broken sword.

Lin Feng and Duan Jian were already connected in mind and thought, their consciousness faster than their actions, and Duan Jian was even more elusive.

The middle-aged shopkeeper exclaimed in surprise when he saw Lin Feng block his attack.

Among the cultivators of secluded sects, few could dodge his hidden weapons.

Because most cultivators don't use weapons, only he, because his skill level was slightly lower than others, took a different path and cultivated this thing.

However, this ensured that his fellow disciples who knew he possessed hidden weapons would never have the chance to speak out.

"Not bad, as expected of a top disciple from a major sect. Junior Brother Shu, you have impressive skills."

Lin Feng stood at the door, still shaken. Hearing him speak like that, he knew that this person mistook him for Shufeng Pavilion of Kunyu Mountain.

It is evident that the cultivators and disciples of hidden sects are also treacherous and cunning, secretly plotting against each other.

"Would you dare to give your name?"

Lin Feng frowned as he looked at the other person.

"Hehe, I was just testing you out. Don't take offense, Junior Brother Shu. I am Ke Xiong Yi from the Wu Nian Liu School of Dongliu Island."

Lin Feng calmed himself down a bit. If it weren't for the broken sword, he probably would have already gone to Fengdu City.

This person's methods are extremely sharp. Could this person truly be considered a master of a hidden sect?