Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1026 Unconventional Approach

The man looked uneasy: "Who told you all this nonsense? You've already killed someone, what's with all this talk of benevolence and righteousness?"

The woman hesitated.

"It was Master who said it, and it was he who told us to do it this way."

"Master said he would definitely rent a boat from us, so why hasn't he said anything?"

"Stay calm, he'll come over and talk to you."

"Should we wait for him here?"

"No, we have to keep moving forward."

"But if we leave any further, the boat will truly be gone."

“I told you, he wouldn’t steal the boat.”

"But I'm worried. What will we do if he takes our boat?"

"Why are you worrying about this? How could Master's plan be wrong?"

"I didn't expect that, he didn't say anything."

"Master didn't say that they insisted on talking to us."

How can we rent a boat if we don't talk?

"..."

The two men stood on the dirt road and began arguing.

After a while.

"Alright, you carry the load and keep going. I'll go back and check on things. That'll be considered..."

I forgot to take something.

The woman was more quick-witted and came up with a solution.

The man thought it was a good idea, so he picked up his load and continued walking towards the county town, while the woman turned back and ran towards the dock.

The sun has risen, and the thin mist is gradually dissipating.

The woman hurried to the dock and discovered from afar that her wooden boat, which she had moored there, was gone.

On the wide Yongding River, the shadowy silhouettes of wooden boats could be seen, already far away.

The woman stared in disbelief at the surging Yongding River, at a loss for what to do.

Her master's teachings crumbled in her heart at this moment. How could this great sect leader act so unpredictably?

When she was at the bow of the boat, she smiled gently at him. Her actions, including getting up and getting off the boat, all revealed that she was a kind and hardworking fisherwoman.

How could this person bear to steal the fishing boat that such a kind, poor fisherman's family relies on for survival?

The wooden boat has already gone far away, and even if she shouts loudly, she probably won't be able to bring it back to her.

The woman slumped down on a wooden post by the dock, all her plans ruined. She could only wait for the fisherman to turn around and say something else.

Lin Feng rowed the wooden oar, and the fishing boat slowly moved forward in the river.

He saw the two men carrying the fish away and was about to attack them, but to his surprise, the two men showed no hostility whatsoever as they passed by him.

Moreover, he left the dock directly and strode towards the county town.

Lin Feng was somewhat taken aback. Ever since the man and woman approached in their wooden boat, the broken sword at his waist had been bouncing around, and waves of pleasure were emanating from it.

Clearly, these two men dressed as fishermen were actually cultivators from a reclusive sect.

Lin Feng and the other two disappeared into the mist. Without hesitation, they stepped forward, untied the rope, jumped onto the boat, first used a bamboo pole to propel it, and then rowed the wooden boat away.

You want to play games with me? I don't have time to play with you guys.

This place is not far from the estuary. The current is neither rapid nor slow, and the wooden boat moves slowly upstream.

The only drawback is that Lin Feng's rowing skills are not very good; without a driver, it's extremely inconvenient.

He worked hard for half a day, but the wooden boat could only travel less than ten miles of water. If he relaxed even slightly, the wooden boat would even move backward.

If we continue on this route, it will probably take a year and a half to reach Kyoto.

Lin Feng frowned as he looked at the endless water ahead, thinking it would be better to dock, abandon the boat, and continue on foot.

Just as Lin Feng was thinking about how to row the boat to the shore, the wooden boat under his feet suddenly began to shake, and water began to seep out of the boat's planks right in front of him.

Four or five large holes spewed out towering columns of water.

Lin Feng swallowed his saliva.

"Damn it, I've already worked so hard, and you still won't let me off the hook..."

The next moment, the wooden boat began to sink into the water. Lin Feng's feet were already submerged. He turned his head to look at the riverbanks on both sides, weighing which side was closer.

Then, with a powerful push off the boat plank, his body shot into the air and plunged headfirst into the river.

As soon as Lin Feng entered the water, seven or eight men surrounded him from all sides. They were armed with short knives, shirtless, and moved nimbly and swiftly underwater like giant fish.

Lin Feng was also a good swimmer; he dared to drive his wooden boat off the shore because of his familiarity with the water.

In his past life in the water, he was never afraid of anyone.

However, there's no need to get entangled with these water ghosts.

With a thought, Lin Feng's broken sword instantly left its sheath, leaving a ripple in the water as it rushed towards the first man who approached.

The naked man was an excellent swimmer, and he rolled around trying to avoid the impact of the broken sword.

Little did anyone know that although the broken sword didn't seem to move very fast in the water, it could adjust its direction at any time. If you dodged to the left, it would move to the left as well, just passing right under the man.

A stream of water brushed past him, followed by a neat spray of red smoke from the water. The naked man was slashed from the neck to the lower abdomen by the broken sword, his abdomen completely disemboweled.

Immediately afterwards, another naked man tried to block the broken sword's attack with his short knife, but the broken sword slashed his back from above, still emitting red smoke.

Lin Feng's consciousness was connected to the broken sword. Despite being seven or eight strong men, who were more agile and swift than a big fish, they were still a beat slower in their reaction when facing the broken sword.

Being half a beat slow can be fatal, let alone a full beat.

When Lin Feng swam out several dozen feet, the eight strong men had already been bled dry by the broken sword.

If you look down from above, the entire surface of the surging river is covered with a large patch of red liquid, which lingers in the water for a long time.

For worldly people like these, the broken sword disdains to absorb their blood.

Lin Feng didn't understand. Why did the other side send these worldly martial arts masters to their deaths, or to test his patience?

Or is there some hidden meaning behind this, and will he eventually faint at the sight of blood because he has killed too many people?

Lin Feng swam to the shore and left the riverbed, dripping wet.

The wooden boat had long since sunk into the water, leaving behind only a vast expanse of misty waves, nothing more.

Behind us, the fields stretched as far as the eye could see, except for weeds and shrubs.

Lin Feng didn't know how to proceed. He looked down and realized that he had left his shoes in the river.

After resting for a while, Lin Feng wasn't actually tired; he was just thinking about how to proceed.

Of course, there's no need to overthink it; just walk barefoot forward.

My feet are still a bit tender, and the sand, gravel, grass, and thorns are uncomfortable.

But it won't hurt your feet.

Looking up at the endless horizon, Lin Feng gritted his teeth and took a step forward.

The Grand Elder of the Wuli Xinmen, Puliu Duan, mobilized four disciples from the sect and also ordered the Atsumi family to send out various experts to intercept Lin Feng along the way.

His idea was to have people harass Lin Feng and not let him have any peace and quiet.

If Lin Feng were to kill someone, the blood would disrupt his cultivation and turn him into a bloodthirsty monster.

In this way, the Wuli Xinmen sect of Eagle Rock Island can stand on the side of justice and take action to eliminate this mid-to-high-level disciple of Kunyu Mountain.

Ultimately, the Waterfall faction was still wary of Elder Shuqin, the Discipline Elder of Kunyu Mountain, and Elder Ye Haishan, who was extremely powerful.