Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 926: The Manor at the Foot of Tianzhi Mountain

“It’s not that there are problems, but that there are serious problems.”

Pei Qiyin lowered his head and began to sew the scabbard again.

"They just want to drag the Zhenxi Army into this and prove the general's relationship with Yuquan Temple."

Before Wen Jian could say anything, he heard someone in the room say.

"These hidden sects always try to appear legitimate and righteous on the surface, but deep down they are egocentric and believe that those who obey will prosper, while those who disobey will perish."

Lin Feng walked out while talking.

He slept all day, from dawn to dusk.

Pei Qiyin quickly got up, got some clean water and a silk handkerchief, and came to help Lin Feng wash up.

Wen Jian also raised the battle report in his hand.

"General, Jingnan City is in danger. Should we rescue it?"

Lin Feng waved his hand and said, "That's a lie. Five thousand provincial soldiers, relying on a high city, can't they resist over ten thousand pirates?"

"Could it be that Jingnan Prefecture is cooperating with the pirates to put on a show for us?"

Wen Jian frowned in confusion.

"It's not that complicated. It's just one attacker, one defender, and all sorts of information to keep you guessing. Don't pay attention to them."

After Lin Feng finished washing up, he took the teacup handed to him by Pei Qiyin and turned around to sit behind the desk.

"Wen Jian, how is your internal strength training going?"

Wen Jian immediately lowered his head and said embarrassedly.

"General, this technique may seem easy to master, but progress is very, very slow."

Lin Feng nodded: "This technique is actually a slow and steady process. It is not something that can be mastered overnight. If you want to make rapid progress, the key still depends on your understanding."

"Comprehension?"

Wen Jian looked a little confused.

Pei Qiyin quickly waved his hands: "You can't ask for this. You can figure it out on your own during cultivation. Don't overthink it. Enlightenment is no small matter."

Wen Jian nodded to show that he understood, then turned and walked out of the house.

Lin Feng asked Pei Qiyin to light a candle, carefully pulled the broken sword out of its sheath, placed it on the table, and observed it carefully.

He had not taken this sword seriously before, thinking it was just a legend among the sect and the martial arts world, which gave such a weapon a lot of mystery.

But in recent days, he had witnessed several bizarre events that were beyond his comprehension, which forced Lin Feng to take it seriously.

The broken sword was dark and heavy, and including the handle it was only about one and a half feet long. It was obviously heavier than if it were made of iron. Given its volume and density, it was impossible for it to be so heavy.

If it were made of gold, it would be fine.

Of course, the broken sword is obviously not made of gold, and its hardness is also very high.

The broken end of the sword was also covered with black substance, and the color of the material inside could not be seen clearly.

Lin Feng studied it for a long time, but found nothing except that it was heavy.

One way to hurt the opponent is to hit him with force, and the weight of the weapon can cause serious injury to the person.

Another thing is the broken end of the sword, which is quite sharp and can be used for both cutting and stabbing.

Unable to figure out anything, Lin Feng had no choice but to put the broken sword aside, took out his pistol, and began to wipe it carefully.

At present, the pistol is his most powerful offensive weapon, and the masters of those hidden sects are also afraid of it.

While cleaning the gun, Lin Feng was thinking about how to improve the pistol's attack capability, as well as how to reduce its size and make it easier to carry.

His enemies changed from the military and assassins to masters of the hidden sects. Their level had improved, and his swordsmanship and speed were no longer enough in front of them, forcing him to increase the attack power of his weapons.

Both the pistol and the broken sword have their flaws, but they are sufficient for temporary use.

Once the hidden sect finds itself so difficult to deal with, it will definitely send more powerful masters. By then, the two weapons in front of it may not be enough.

Pei Qiyin came over to check his wounds, changed the dressing, and whispered about the various intelligence he had received.

"General, Jinggao Prefecture reports that Prince Rui Zhao Xun, accompanied by a number of high-ranking officials and hundreds of guards, has left Jinggao Prefecture and is heading northwest. We are still tracking their exact destination."

Lin Feng laughed and said, "Zhao Xun, I guess he's going to take over the mountain and become the king this time. He'll continue to be his prince, but this time he'll be the king of the mountain."

Pei Qiyin shook his head: "The Zhenxi Army will never let him survive in the Dazong territory."

"I think he's most likely going to the Western Xia border. There's a chance he could survive by traveling between the two sides."

"Alas, these officials certainly can't bear the hardship of being a farmer."

Lin Feng said confidently: "Don't even mention them. If I were to plant a few acres of land now, I probably wouldn't be able to endure the hardship of working in the fields."

Pei Qiyin changed the medicine on one of his wounds, then gently untied the other one, while continuing to speak.

"Wei Bao's Rangers are everywhere. They even discovered a manor at the foot of Tianzhi Mountain. Who do you think lives there?"

Lin Feng pondered, "The manor at the foot of Tianzhi Mountain...it's very likely owned by a high-ranking official of the Dazong Dynasty. Many officials with a longer-term vision have already planned a way out for themselves."

Pei Qiyin smiled and said, "You are very familiar with this person."

Lin Feng rolled his eyes in confusion, still not knowing who it was.

"Hey, I won't bother you anymore, Xu Jin, the chief guard of the Dazong Imperial Palace."

Pei Qiyin changed the medicine for Lin Feng's wound.

Lin Feng laughed and said, "So it's this guy. I didn't expect him to have such good vision."

"What you didn't expect is yet to come."

"how?"

"General, can you guess who is with Xu Jin?"

"I'm not a god. Even if I were, I wouldn't use my magical powers on such a boring person."

Lin Feng shook his head and said disdainfully.

Pei Qiyin smiled mischievously.

"If the general could really guess that, then Qiyin would really think that you must be a god."

"You don't have to provoke me. If I wanted to guess, I could actually figure it out. If I didn't want to, I wouldn't be in the mood."

Pei Qiyin carefully bandaged Lin Feng's wound.

"General, if you can judge this, Qiyin will never leave you in this life. I am willing to be your slave and do anything for you."

Lin Feng smiled bitterly: "Forget it, how could I be so cruel as to use a girl who looks like a fairy as an ox or a horse."

Pei Qiyin twisted his body: "You judge it so that Qiyin can admire it."

Lin Feng gently installed the pistol and put it into the holster.

"It's not hard to tell. Xu Jin is the chief guard of the imperial palace. He holds considerable power within the palace. Many people curry favor with him, and he must have a lot of money."

Pei Qiyin nodded: "I can think of that too."

"Also, Xu Jin is responsible for the security of the imperial palace, especially the safety of Emperor Zhao Zhen. Therefore, he has the right to inspect those around the emperor."

Lin Feng paused for a moment: "Well, more importantly, he can restrict the emperor's activities."

"What actions did the emperor take?"

"Court meetings, meals, sleeping with the emperor, outings... and so on. He has a lot of people to manage, and all of them will come to Xu Jin for help."

Lin Feng turned his head and glanced at Pei Qiyin.

"So, the only person who could leave the palace with him was a beautiful woman."

When Lin Feng saw Pei Qiyin's mouth slightly open and her eyes a little dull, he knew that his guess was correct.