Mecha Star Wars.

Chapter 1167 Young Master Ruilin

If it weren’t for the information this person had provided earlier, Lin Fan and his team would have no idea where to find anyone.

The result of his aimless wandering was that Jintong, who had already hidden in the carriage and left the town, walked farther and farther away.

By the time they were sure that the person was not in the town, Jintong had already disappeared like a drop of water into the sea.

Trying to find someone at that time would be like looking for a needle in a haystack, and I don’t know how much extra effort it would take.

It was nothing like yesterday, when it was done in half a day and they didn’t even have to do it themselves.

In the morning, Shen Xiuyuan asked the shopkeeper about this person and wanted to thank him in person, only to find out that they had set off early in the morning.

He felt a little regretful at the time, but he didn't expect that he would meet her again on the road not long after.

"What a fate." Yu Sinian used his fan to open a crack in the cloth curtain, looked at the neatly arranged carriages and horses in front, and said indifferently.

"Hey! You!" Du Xingyu said to him unhappily, "You speak in a sarcastic tone, dare you to speak clearly!"

When I looked back, the curtain had been drawn, and there was no trace of Yu Sinian!

Du Xingyu felt like he had punched cotton, the force was not relieved, and he felt very uncomfortable. He simply shook the reins and urged the horse forward.

In front, the young man got out of the car after seeing them, and stood on the roadside in neat clothes, as if waiting for them.

When the two sides meet, some greetings are inevitable.

Shen Xiuyuan took the opportunity to express his gratitude. He also learned that the young master's name was Ruilin, and he was the son of a certain aristocratic family. He admired the happy rivers and lakes in the books, and this time he came out to travel just to experience it for himself.

"Is there a surname called Rui?" Mu Jingjing muttered softly in the carriage.

"Junior sister, why do you take it so seriously?" Yu Sinian unfolded his fan and waved it slowly in front of his chest. "Look at his demeanor, he must be from a noble family."

Noble people have many concerns, so it is common for them to travel around the world without using their real names.

When traveling around the world, everyone has a few aliases and code names.

When Jin Tong heard the young voice of Master Ruilin outside asking him, a new idea suddenly popped up in his mind.

After knowing that Jintong was rescued safely, Ruilin was very happy for Shen Xiuyuan and the others.

He excitedly said that he was going to the provincial capital next. He heard that the Lingzhen Pavilion auction would be held there soon and he must not miss such excitement.

At the end, he very naturally asked Shen Xiuyuan where they were going.

"What a coincidence?" Mu Jingjing muttered in the carriage, "Isn't he going the same way as us?"

"That's why I said we were destined to meet." Yu Sinian's mouth curled up slightly, as if he had expected this.

Du Xingyu leaned against the door of the carriage, and this time he just twitched the corners of his mouth and did not refute.

"Brother, you mean, he..." Mu Jingjing covered her mouth with one hand, pointed outside with the other, and asked in a low voice, "Is he coming for us?"

Yu Sinian also cooperated by covering his mouth with his fan, leaning forward and whispering back, "The family knows a lot about the various sects. If he is worthy of his status, he would have recognized the disciple token on our waists at the first sight."

The disciple order of Changtianmen does not have the name of Changtianmen on it, but the pattern is fixed. Anyone with a little knowledge can recognize it, such as Madam Wen.

The aristocratic families appear to be ordinary people on the surface, but as they are at the top of the power hierarchy, they have intricate ties with all the forces in the world of immortal cultivation.

Many noble families would offer sacrifices to monks or even sects. It was a one-sided output, but the interests involved were self-evident.

The upper three gates also accept offerings from the emperor, and no one can say anything about it.

As long as the monks act within the rules and do not use their extraordinary abilities to oppress ordinary people, many things that do not need to be said out loud are tacitly understood by everyone.

Since we have the same destination, it is natural for us to travel together.

Lin Fan and the others naturally knew that Ruilin was waiting for them on the road on purpose.

Although they were not sure whether he simply wanted to make friends or had some other agenda, they could just fight back against the enemy with their own weapons and block the water with their own earth. It was not the case that a few cultivators would be afraid of a few ordinary people.

Ruilin's group also had four people. In addition to Ruilin, there was a middle-aged scholar with a mustache who looked like he had no fighting ability, a strong guard who looked vigorous and had good kung fu skills, and a servant who looked very smart.

Judging from the attitudes of the three people, Mr. Ruilin should have a very high status in the family.

His decisions and ideas were completely obeyed without any doubt by the people below him, no matter they were servants or guards, including the scholar who was supposed to be his think tank.

This ability to control subordinates is rarely seen among nobles of the same age.

When Ruilin led a group of subordinates and, under the guidance of Shen Xiuyuan, came to their carriage to say hello, the people inside could not continue to pretend to be deaf and dumb.

Yu Sinian lifted the entire curtain with a fan, announced his name, and nodded at the other party.

Mu Jingjing, who was sitting opposite him, quickly glanced at the people outside the car, and nodded after Shen Xiuyuan's introduction.

Lin Fan sat at the innermost seat, facing Ruilin's inquiring gaze. Suddenly, he felt his feet move and said, "Thank you."

"Miss Lin, you don't have to be polite," Ruilin said with a smile, "It's just a small favor, I'm glad Miss Jintong is okay."

He knew clearly that several people were disciples of Changtian Sect, but he did not reveal it. Instead, he called them "Young Master" and "Miss". No one knew what his plan was.

Everyone was happy to cooperate and waited to watch the show.

However, Jin Tong realized that he was caught because he was betrayed by this guy. The shy expression on his face became distorted for a moment, and he quickly lowered his head.

It was a pity that her self-righteous concealment was not enough to deceive the sharp eyes of the crowd.

Lin Fan and his companions relied on speed that was measured in millimeters.

Jin Tong is going to die for no reason! Everyone is feeling sad. It seems that the days ahead will not be easy.

As for Ruilin, when he saw the familiar expression on the monk's face, he didn't react for a moment.

Then he smiled playfully.

It’s good to have weaknesses!

Compared to the others who are not so slick, this golden boy might be a breakthrough...

There are also benefits to traveling with Ruilin.

As a descendant of an aristocratic family, he was very familiar with the provincial capital and introduced it to Shen Xiuyuan and others like the back of his hand.

"If you say he is the prefect here, I would believe it." Mu Jingjing whispered to Lin Fan in the carriage.

Lin Fan, however, heard Rui Lin's behavior that seemed to be trying to increase his own advantage, and felt that this noble young man was a little too "learned". He subconsciously glanced at Yu Sinian and said, "I'm afraid the prefect may not know more than him."

Yu Sinian also looked over and said, "The Yu family in the south doesn't have such talents anyway."

The Yu family of Brahma City that was massacred had been in power for hundreds of years, but they met with this misfortune just because they were too powerful and were feared by their superiors.

No family like that could produce a young master like Ruilin. This Ruilin's identity might not be as simple as he said.

Ruilin didn't realize that his boasting had already exposed most of his fake identity.

He recognized the disciple order of Changtian Sect's direct disciple at a glance.

Taking another look, it was clear that all five of them were direct disciples, and they were definitely the backbone of the new generation of Changtian Sect.

What could be more important than making friends with them at this time?

So Ruilin took the initiative and gained some goodwill first.

After Lin Fan and his team went to Flower Street to look for someone, they took people to the town office...

It’s a pity that this lost golden boy is not quite what he originally imagined.

But it’s good to be different. Changes are also opportunities...

Ruilin sat on the car with a smile on her face, chatting with Shen Xiuyuan and Du Xingyu, with a thousand plans in her mind...

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