Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 925: Slap in the face

Pei Qiyin glanced at Lin Feng's expression from the side, feeling confused.

Why is the general acting like a weasel that has stolen a chicken?

Together, they buried Kondo Tenma's corpse and cleaned up the fight scene. Then, they strolled forward along the route Emonnosuke had taken.

They were not in a hurry. Perhaps Emonosuke had already escaped back to the base, or perhaps he was nowhere to be found.

In short, the two of them had no hope of catching up with Emonosuke.

Just think of it as a walk under the moon, a relaxing pastime for post-war recovery.

The next person to arrive after Pei Qiyin was Qiao Jushan. Seeing Lin Feng climbing out the window, he didn't dare to follow him immediately. After waiting for a while, he could no longer see the figure.

He ran slowly, and he and Bu Yunting could barely keep up with Pei Qiyin's figure, climbing over the wall and chasing into the wilderness.

Wen Jian and Ye Liangcai brought hundreds of guards and rode out of Xuncheng. Following the sound of gunfire, they finally reached the destination.

Lin Feng found a rock to sit on, and asked more than a hundred guards to hold torches and search in a fan-shaped direction in the direction where Emonosuke escaped.

He judged that there must not be many middle-level disciples in such a hidden sect, so if he could kill one, there would be one less.

Since we have already made enemies with them, why not make the hatred deeper?

After another half an hour, Lin Feng had almost recovered some of his strength.

"Qiyin, go get a horse. I can't walk."

Since you are injured, it is better to ride back on horseback.

Pei Qiyin waved to the guards and turned his head to ask.

"General, aren't you going to wait for the results?"

"What are we waiting for? He's already disappeared. A master like him wouldn't die so easily. If he wants to leave, I'm afraid few people can stop him."

Pei Qiyin nodded: "Yes, the general always analyzes things clearly."

A guard brought a warhorse over and helped Lin Feng climb onto the horse's back.

"Go inform everyone, it's time to return to the city."

As soon as Lin Feng finished speaking, he heard a war horse galloping towards him.

"General, report, a body has been found."

"Hmm? What kind of body?"

"The report says it was an old man, and the cause of death was probably bleeding to death."

Lin Feng looked at Pei Qiyin awkwardly.

Just when he was sure that this old guy could escape, he was immediately slapped in the face.

He pulled the reins and the horse rushed forward.

More than five miles away from them, on a rock next to a bush, sat an old man with white hair and beard, staring at the moon in the sky with a dull gaze.

There was a large pool of black blood under the old man's body.

Lin Feng and Pei Qiyin looked at each other and felt that this person was most likely the old man from the Wunianliu sect.

Lin Feng carefully examined Emonosuke's body and concluded that he had indeed died from losing all his blood.

The wound was a scratch less than half an inch long on the right rib.

How could such a wound cause a master to bleed to death?

Seeing Lin Feng frowning in thought, Pei Qiyin gently pointed at the broken sword at his waist and nodded.

Lin Feng understood what she meant, and he also thought that it was Broken Sword's doing.

This broken sword is so strange that it deserves the title of the treasure of Yuquan Temple.

This is still a broken sword. If it were complete, how powerful would it be?

Pei Qiyin moved closer to Lin Feng and whispered.

"General, when we get back I'll add a scabbard to the broken sword to prevent it from getting scratched."

Lin Feng nodded vigorously, agreeing deeply.

Once this thing cuts your skin, the bleeding won't stop. How can you be careless?

By the time more than a hundred of them returned to Xuncheng, it was already dawn.

Lin Feng felt extremely tired. Not only was he covered in wounds, but his physical strength and energy were also on the verge of collapse.

Last night's battle was a matter of life and death, extremely thrilling.

Pei Qiyin helped Lin Feng to sleep, and then hurried to find materials to add another layer of protection to the broken sword.

This thing can take your life at any time, so you should treat it with extreme caution.

No wonder Lin Feng’s master, after hearing about it, ran over without caring about anything else to remind Lin Feng that this was a very evil thing.

Lin Feng has a ferocious beast hanging around his waist. Others try to avoid it as much as possible, but Lin Feng must always keep it by his side.

Just thinking about it makes my head tingle.

Fortunately, this beast is not sharp, otherwise it would be difficult to deal with.

While sewing the scabbard, Pei Qiyin was thinking about how to pay attention to protection in daily life.

Then Qiao Jushan came in with a battle report.

"Sir, this is the battle report from General Wei Bao's cavalry battalion."

Pei Qiyin was busy working with his hands and didn't even raise his head.

"read."

Qiao Jushan hesitated for a moment, looked in the direction of the inner room, and then carefully unfolded his report.

"At the end of the Mao hour today, 13,000 pirates have already advanced to the gates of Jingnan Prefecture."

Pei Qiyin nodded: "Well, put it on the table."

Qiao Jushan obediently placed the battle report on the desk and glanced at the piece of cowhide in Pei Qiyin's hand.

"Sir, are you sewing a scabbard?"

"It's the scabbard."

Qiao Jushan hesitated: "This... is a bit heavy and not easy to carry."

Pei Qiyin smiled and said, "Thicker is better, it's safer."

Qiao Jushan didn't quite understand, but he didn't dwell on it anymore. He leaned forward with his tall and strong body.

"Sir, how come these masters are so powerful?"

Pei Qiyin glanced at him.

"If you practice the techniques taught by the great general earnestly, needless to say, in fifty years, you will be much more powerful than them."

Qiao Jushan's eyes widened: "Fifty years?"

"Why, too little?"

"Then I'm not in my seventies or eighties."

"Do you think they have eighty?"

Qiao Jushan nodded thoughtfully.

"Indeed, he looks to be in his seventies or eighties. If this is the result, then there's nothing great about practicing this technique."

"Why isn't it that great?"

Qiao Jushan spread his hands and said, "Sir, think about it, they practiced this technique for fifty or sixty years, but were killed by our general. Tell me, what is the benefit of practicing this technique?"

Pei Qiyin stopped what he was doing and looked at Qiao Jushan seriously.

"Jushan, why are you following the general?"

"Because he was able to convince me with a fight, and his words and actions were also convincing."

Pei Qiyin smiled and said, "Well, the general was able to kill these two old guys, not by relying on martial arts."

"Ah? Then what's the general's reason?"

"Brain."

Pei Qiyin tapped his temple with his fingers, then lowered his head and continued to sew the scabbard.

Qiao Jushan frowned and thought, then turned around and walked out.

As soon as he reached the door, he almost bumped into Wen Jian.

"Hey, another battle report has arrived. Is the general awake?"

"No, Master Pei is here."

The two men passed each other, Wen Jian took the battle report and walked into the house.

"Captain of the Guards, Jingnan City is in danger. The pirates' attack is too fierce, and the city defense troops are unable to withstand it."

Pei Qiyin was still sewing the scabbard stitch by stitch.

"What does Jingnan City have to do with us?"

Wen Jian was stunned: "Ah? Our boss is not from Yuquan Temple..."

Pei Qiyin shook his head: "No one admits this now, but many people still want to force this label on the general."

Wen Jian was a little confused: "You mean, there are problems with the pirates' siege..."