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In a deep woods more than 500 miles away from Zhejiang Province, an inconspicuous carriage was quietly parked under the shade of a tree, and the horse was leisurely nibbling on the grass on the ground.

Luo Lin and the groom sat on the rocks by the lake, eating their dry bread for the day. The ragged old man sitting next to them was also able to share a piece.

"Master, have a drink of water." Luo Lin took the kettle and took a sip, but his eyes couldn't help but look at the weed-covered path in the distance. "It's been a long time since I walked this road. It's so desolate."

"Yes, after all, this is the official road of the previous dynasty. Now it is rarely visited. Only merchants who don't want to take a long detour will use it. The area is overgrown with weeds and the road is no longer visible." The coachman echoed with a hint of emotion in his tone.

"Hurry up and finish eating. We have to get to the official road before dark and find an inn to rest." Luo Lin urged.

After eating today's dry food, the three of them got on the carriage again.

The old man was old and had eaten and drunk a lot, so he felt drowsy as soon as he got on the bus and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Not long after Luo Lin got into the car, he frowned and felt vaguely uneasy. That inexplicable premonition had not dissipated since he sat by the river.

The coachman seemed to have noticed something unusual around him and involuntarily sped up the carriage.

In the woods a hundred meters away, a group of men in black were moving around like ghosts. They communicated tacitly with gestures and eye contact, approaching silently.

Luo Lin pondered secretly in his heart, but he still couldn't guess who was behind this to harm him.

Your Majesty? Impossible.

Bei Zhenting? Bei Zhenting shouldn't be so stupid.

He checked every corner of the court, but was still confused.

Just as he was lost in thought, the old man sleeping in the corner twitched his ears. Then, the carriage lurched gently, and the coachman lowered his voice and said urgently, "Sir, they're coming! There's quite a few of them, about forty."

Hearing this, Luo Lin's eyes became stern, and he said in a deep voice, "Stop the car."

The carriage stopped at the sound. He opened the curtain and with a whoosh, a flying sword came flying through the air and headed straight for his face.

"Master, be careful!" the groom exclaimed. At the same time, Luo Lin waved his hand, caught the flying arrow steadily, and threw it back. Then a scream was heard in the forest, and a man in black fell from a high place.

The battle broke out instantly, and the men in black rushed out like a tide, surrounding Luo Lin and the groom.

"Luo Keyi, today is the day you die!" the leading man in black shouted sternly.

Luo Keyi is Luo Lin, whose courtesy name is Keyi.

This group of men in black obviously knew Luo Lin's identity very well.

"That depends on whether you have the ability to do it!" Luo Lin sneered, took the spear handed to him by the groom, stretched out his body, and a man in black died under the spear.

The battle between the two sides was in full swing. Luo Lin single-handedly fought against nearly thirty men in black. His spearmanship was so exquisite and unpredictable that anyone who came close was killed by Luo Lin's spear. However, the men in black were also well-trained. They divided themselves into attacking and defending positions, taking turns to fight, intending to exhaust Luo Lin's physical strength.

Luo Lin saw through their conspiracy, secretly calculated in his mind, changed his gun skills, and used a set of Luo family's changing gun formation techniques to respond to all changes, making it impossible for the men in black to defend themselves.

However, even with the Luo family's changing formation spear technique, which integrated offense and defense, the long and fierce battle still made Luo Lin's physical strength gradually decline, and he was accidentally scratched by a man in black.

When the men in black saw that Luo Lin was injured, they immediately seized the opportunity to besiege Luo Lin.

Luo Lin was injured and outnumbered. As he staggered, he stepped on empty air and happened to step on a round stone. He lost his balance and fell backwards. Seeing this, the men in black around him drew their swords and wanted to kill him.

At the critical moment, the groom rushed down the mountain like a tiger, killing several enemies by himself. He flashed to Luo Lin's side and saved him.

At the same time, a stone shot out from nowhere and accurately hit a man in black who was trying to launch a sneak attack. The man in black lost his balance and fell flat on his face.

"What...is going on?"

How could the stone fly here by itself?

The man in black was shocked.

The groom's stern face showed no emotion. He placed his broadsword on the neck of the man in black and shouted, "Tell me! Who sent you here?"

The only response he got was dead silence.

The groom kicked the man in black and knocked him down. Black blood was seen oozing from the corner of his mouth. He had obviously known that he could not escape and had committed suicide by taking poison.

"Master, the man is dead, and your injuries..." The coachman looked at Luo Lin with concern.

Luo Lin shook his head, endured the pain and tore off the corner of his clothes to bandage the wound, "It's okay, it's just a flesh wound, not worth mentioning."

The two then searched for clues in the mess, but found nothing. The man in black seemed to have deliberately erased all traces.

Luo Lin noticed the spot where the stone had hit him, a deep hole in the ground, and he couldn't help but feel suspicious. He looked up at the carriage parked not far away, and a thought flashed through his mind - could it be him?

Recalling the old man's various inappropriate behaviors along the way, Luo Lin felt more and more that the old man was not simple.

Just as he was lost in thought, "What's that smell..." A sudden sound broke the silence, and a corner of the carriage curtain was lifted. The old man stuck his head out, and when he saw the corpses all over the ground, he was so scared that he fled the scene rolling and crawling.

"Old man, please stay!" Luo Lin shouted hurriedly, but the old man had already disappeared into the bushes.

"Master, do you want to chase me?"

"That's all"

Luo Lin looked at the deep hole on the ground and suddenly remembered the "taste" the old man mentioned.

The groom also reacted and nodded to Luo Lin.

"It does have a very faint smell, or more precisely, an aroma, but I've never smelled this kind of aroma before. It's very strange..."

"Well, let's get in the car and get going!"

"That old man..."

"Don't worry about it. If he's just an old man, how could he have so much strength? I don't know why he wants to help us, but maybe he's here to protect us."

Luo Lin thought of something and said this.

Ma Fu: Maybe. Who would protect a stranger for no reason?

Luo Lin looked at the coachman's face full of disbelief and smiled without saying anything.

As the sun sets, a horse-drawn carriage slowly heads south along the long, old official road...

On a cliff among the mountains, a ragged young man sat on the edge of the cliff, lit a small fire, and gnawed on half a piece of dry bread. In front of him, the afterglow of the setting sun illuminated the rivers and streams, and the towering mountains and steep cliffs stretched for thousands of miles, all of which were the mountains and rivers of the country.

child time.

The capital of Dacheng was shrouded in darkness, the night was as dark as ink, and the full moon was hanging high in the sky.

People had already fallen asleep, and from time to time in the darkness could be heard the cries of some unknown animal, like the whimpering of a baby, which was very scary.

A crow tilted its head and stared at the house where candlelight was still on. Inside the house, a man in black was kneeling on the ground, reporting something to the owner of the black dragon chair above him.

I don't know what was said, but the owner of the black dragon chair was so angry that he threw a cup of tea. With a bang, the sound of the teacup breaking broke the silence of the night and scared away the crows on the dead branches outside the window.

"Waste! All of you are waste!" the master roared and kicked the man in black to the ground.

The men in black retreated silently, leaving only the man in the room.

The man paced back and forth in the room, no one knew what he was thinking about. Suddenly, he stopped, picked up his pen and wrote quickly. He tied a secret letter to the leg of a carrier pigeon and released it out of the window...