In the early morning, some practitioners in Luoshui City learned about the news that the monk had returned in a desperate situation at night.

In the morning light, Pu Ming looked at the Tie Ce Army camp not far away, and he really felt very regretful.

It has nothing to do with the outcome itself, but he understands that Lin Yi’s intentions are unlikely to change.

"Uncle Master."

A practitioner walked behind him and bowed to him.

This is a very young man, not a monk, wearing white clothes, very unrestrained.

A small bamboo sheathed sword hung on his waist. The sword looked very thin and short, like a toy for a child.

However, in the perception of any practitioner, this small sword seems to fly up at any time, which seems extremely dangerous.

"Do you still have to wait here?"

The young practitioner asked.

"You still have to wait." Pu Ming turned around, looked at the young practitioner, and said gently, "When you are older, you will understand that attitude is very important."

The young practitioner bathed in the morning light. He did not refute, but said with some concern: "Since he can defeat such a heavy armor, I may not be his opponent."

"The key is attitude, not victory or defeat."

Pu Ming smiled slightly and said, "You can let him understand that if he must be the leader of the Sword Pavilion, there will be many such challenges in the future. You have won too easily before. Even if you lose in his hands, it may not be a bad thing. Any battle should be regarded as a practice. Among your generation of practitioners, no one will be invincible, and even your senior sister cannot."

The young practitioner was stunned. He heard some unusual meaning, "If I lose, my senior sister will come?"

Pu Ming smiled and nodded, "Your senior sister has an old age with him, and I have wanted to see him for a long time. Although my Hanshan Temple has a grudge with Jiange, my grudge is not necessarily very big compared to those of Jiming Temple and Qixia Temple. There are naturally other reasons for rushing to meet him in such a hurry."

The young practitioner understood a little, couldn't help but smile bitterly, and said, "It's a pity that he shouldn't understand the good intentions of his master."

"The enemy has many kinds, but it is still the enemy at this time. He cannot understand his good intentions at the moment, but he will definitely understand in the future. Now you will understand it in your heart." Pu Ming's face became a little awe-inspiring, and he said, "The spiritual waste is intensified. Any practitioner is the precious property of our dynasty and cannot be lost in internal strife."

The young practitioner saluted again and said seriously: "I understand."

At this moment, the silence of the morning was broken by the sound of horse hooves.

The young practitioner listened quietly for a moment, and a look of shock quickly appeared in his pupils.

"Is it heavy armor?"

He was a little unsure and turned to look at Pu Ming and asked.

Pu Ming's eyes were full of praise. He nodded and said, "What else did he feel?"

"It's Tengshe Heavy Armor."

The young practitioner took a deep breath. He had felt the weight of the armor in the several carriages before. However, those armors were different from the True Yuan Heavy Armor, and there was no special spiritual fluctuation. He suspected that he had some problems with his perception, but when he saw Pu Ming give a positive answer, he instantly thought of the answer.

There is only one heavy armor in the Southern Dynasty that is so heavy, without a unique magic array, without the need for the true energy of the practitioner, and there will be no spiritual energy fluctuations in the hidden darkness.

But when he arrived in Luoshui City, the changes that happened to the Tie Ce Army in the past few days had already shocked him. Now there was a rare heavy armor being sent to the Tie Ce Army camp.

Regardless of Lin Yi and the Jiange incident, the benefits Lin Yi has achieved during this period of time alone are really amazing.

...

The Tie Ce Army has become accustomed to the convoys sending armour in recent days. However, I learned that the things in this convoy are very important to Lin Yi recently, so my attitude towards this convoy is naturally different. Not only are I very careful when dismantling, but I also treat the people in this convoy with great care. Although it was still early in the morning, I also served a lot of good wine and dishes.

The mist was shrouded in the Luoshui River, and a small boat gradually floated.

A young practitioner sat on the boat, who was similar to the one beside Pu Ming in Luoshui City.

He sat cross-legged at the bow of the boat, and the sheathless sword in front of his knee was also very small, but it definitely didn't look like a toy.

Because this small sword is snake-shaped, the runes on the sword are as terrifying as snake scales, and the edges are extremely sharp, and the cold light is as if condensed into substance.

The young practitioner's appearance was not as gentle and humble as the young practitioner beside Pu Ming. The resentment in his eyes and eyebrows was very strong and the murderous intention was very strong.

He also came for Jiange.

However, he was not the same as the practitioners in the temples, so he did not know what happened in Lin Yi's return to the Tao.

He was not very concerned about the wars between the Southern Dynasty and the Northern Wei Dynasty.

He only needs blood debt and blood compensation.

In his opinion, it was of course good to deal with Jiange like the emperor before. What else could be better than the arrogant practitioners in Jiange who were forced to become rotten meat and slowly rot and die in Jiange.

Such a trapped death is much better than killing those people directly.

This spring, He Xiuxing was dead, so the fate of these people should be destined.

However, no one expected that those people in Jiange could leave and join the Tie Ce Army.

The main evil is naturally Lin Yi.

So he came and waited for Lin Yi.

...

In the same morning light, there was a slightly fat middle-aged medical officer on the run.

The doctor's body had not healed, and his face had become natural and a little sallow. At this time, he had turned into a woodcutter on the mountain road, carrying a bundle of dry firewood, and his clothes were also very worn, and there were traces of being worn out by dry firewood everywhere, and then they were almost worn out.

However, when a scholar in Qingshan standing with his head down and waiting quietly appeared on the mountain road in front of him, he knew that he had been found by the subordinates of the Chen family's military advisor.

His mouth was a little bitter.

"Why do you have to escape? It's so hard."

The scholar on the mountain road looked at him and said sincerely, "My adults don't want to hurt you, they just need to ask you something. As long as you say it truthfully, it will be fine."

Wang Xianrui does feel it is very hard.

He smiled bitterly, thought seriously about why he ran away, and then lowered his head to prevent the man from seeing his changing eyes quietly. "I don't know much, but I probably don't agree..."

His body and voice trembled slightly, "If you don't agree, you will do whatever you want. You want to ask, why should I say it?"

The scholar in green shirt looked at him in surprise.

He realized that the temperament of the doctor was too different from his mediocre appearance, and it was somewhat similar to that of the young general of the Tie Ce Army.

"I'm sorry then."

He said apologetically.
Chapter completed!