Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1253 Blood Letter

Lin Feng rubbed his forehead, feeling exhausted because he had too many things on his mind.

Don't be fooled by how satisfying it was for the Zhenxi Army to sweep away the pirates; behind the scenes, it consumed a great deal of his brainpower, as well as the manpower, material resources, and financial resources of the Zhenxi Army.

Lin Feng strives to make every piece of military equipment the best it can be, and the soldiers' meals must be nutritious. The cotton-padded clothes for winter and the fabrics of summer clothes must be of the highest quality.

Every aspect requires substantial financial support, and Bai Jing is probably secretly complaining. They were already on the verge of running out of money, but fortunately, the confiscation of the property of the former Grand Tutor Wan Quan eased the financial situation of the Zhenxi Army somewhat.

It would be unrealistic to ask Bai Jing to contribute a large sum of money to support Dazong in the south.

Currently, the only way is for the southern part of the country to recover on its own.

Lin Feng saw Pei Qiyin bring in a soup bowl again, wondering what kind of soup she had made for him.

"Qiyin, where do you think I can get a large sum of money?"

Pei Qiyin had just entered the room when she heard Lin Feng ask her this question, and she looked at him with a blank expression.

"How much money does Your Highness require?"

"It's not that I need the money, it's that the southern region needs a lot of investment."

Pei Qiyin then understood, gently placed the soup bowl on the table, and frowned as she thought.

“This amount of money is not small; most state governments cannot afford it.”

That's why I'm worried.

Suddenly, Pei Qiyin's eyes lit up.

"Your Highness, I've heard you mention Eunuch Zhu's place..."

Lin Feng smiled wryly and waved his hand: "I've thought about his treasure. Not to mention it's far away in the capital, even if such a large amount of money is kept at his home, how am I supposed to get it out of the city?"

Pei Qiyin nodded: "Yes, it is indeed a difficult problem. At present, only the treasure of Eunuch Zhu's family can meet your requirements."

Lin Feng pondered for a moment, then waved his hand and said.

"Go and get me a detailed map of Kyoto."

Pei Qiyin was startled: "Your Highness, this is not advisable; it's too risky."

Lin Feng shook his head: "There's no need to worry about safety. If I want to leave, no one in Kyoto can stop me."

"But..."

"Go take care of the business; I'll take care of the rest."

Pei Qiyin had no choice but to turn around and leave.

Lin Feng prepared for three days. On the morning of the fourth day, he took Qiao Jushan and Ye Liangcai with him. The three of them left Funing City, boarded a small warship, and headed upstream towards Jingnan Prefecture.

Pei Qiyin was kept behind to work with the upcoming literary competition and to study how to select talented individuals.

Wen Cheng will remain in Fu Ning Prefecture to establish leadership teams for the six prefectures in the south and be responsible for the smooth operation of the entire team.

Hu Jincai led the Zhenxi Army, while Luo Shidong led the Zhennan Army as an auxiliary force, to guard the two sea entrances of the southern border of Dazong and prevent the sea pirates from invading again.

We must also be constantly vigilant against the pirates in Quzhou Prefecture and Yongning Prefecture in the north. These two prefectures face vast open fields with no rivers in between, so we fear they might sneak over and cause trouble.

As for the war between the Taisho Imperial Guard and the pirates, it is estimated that we will have to wait a while and let them decide the winner first.

After arranging everything, Lin Fengcai left Fu Ning Prefecture with peace of mind.

The boat traveled quickly, arriving at the Nantai Prefecture dock in just half a day from the Fuling Prefecture dock. Since they weren't in a hurry, they spent the night at the dock.

Navigating at night is unsafe, but Lin Feng himself is not afraid; he is only worried about damaging the warship.

It was past midnight when Lin Feng was woken up by Ye Liangcai while he was still asleep.

"Boss, the scouts sent an urgent letter. They woke you up because they were afraid of delaying things."

Lin Feng took the letter from Ye Liangcai and unfolded it to read it.

They discovered that the words were written in the master's blood: "Lin Feng, do not come to Yuquan Temple."

The handwriting was very messy, and the words conveyed a sense of panic, clearly written under very urgent circumstances.

Lin Feng's master is Master Zhen Zhuo of Yuquan Temple. As a Taoist cultivator, his level is equivalent to a third-generation disciple in a secluded sect, although Master Zhen Zhuo's actual identity is a second-generation disciple of Yuquan Temple.

Those who could harm her must be cultivators from reclusive sects.

Lin Feng stared at the few blood-red characters in his hand, pondering for a long time.

It was finally confirmed that this was not fake; you could tell from the blood and the font.

Could it be that those reclusive sects have stopped pretending and are directly attacking their own sects?

On the surface, it's clear that since the other party could harm their master, they could naturally prevent the information from leaking out.

Since such a blood-written letter was delivered to him, it must be because the other party did not stop it and allowed it to be delivered to him.

In other words, the other party confirmed that after Lin Feng received his master's blood letter, he would definitely not abandon it and would go to Yufu Mountain to see how his master was doing.

So this is a trap, a very obvious trap that you can't help but fall into.

The first image that flashed into Lin Feng's mind was Yan Xiaojia, but he immediately dismissed it.

In his observation, Yan Xiaojia was not that kind of person.

Perhaps it was a trap set by second-generation disciples of several reclusive sects to lure him in.

It can't be called a trap; it's a classic open scheme. It's up to you whether you take the bait or not.

Lin Feng really couldn't not go; his master was in trouble, how could he hide from him?

If I ignore it, how will I ever have the face to show my face in the cultivator circle again?

Lin Feng had already accepted his identity as belonging to the same group as the cultivators.

After all, he had practiced the Yuquan Temple's techniques and read the technique booklet that Yan Jin had given him. Although he hadn't practiced them, he had a general understanding of them.

The entire hidden sect has already acknowledged that Lin Feng is a third-generation inner disciple of Yuquan Temple.

This is also why cultivators from other sects want to get rid of him.

Seeing that Lin Feng was in a daze, Ye Liangcai quickly and cautiously asked.

"Boss, what should I do?"

Lin Feng regained consciousness and waved the letter in his hand.

"What else can we do? They've set the course, so we have to follow it. We can't back down."

"But this is clearly a trap."

"Even if it's a sea of ​​fire, I'd still jump in."

Ye Liangcai was about to say something when Lin Feng raised his hand to stop him.

"Let the warships set sail and head to Jingnan Prefecture overnight."

Having decided to go through with it, Lin Feng didn't hesitate; whether he lived or died, he had to go through this ordeal.

Of course, this also reflects Lin Feng's confidence in his own abilities; second-generation disciples of most reclusive sects are no longer able to do anything to him.

The warships weighed anchor overnight, and the sailors rowed with all their might, heading upstream against the current.

They rowed until midnight, and by daybreak the wind had changed from a headwind to a tailwind.

The warships immediately raised their sails and sped towards Jingnan Prefecture.

In just one day, they entered the Jingnanfu Wharf. At dusk, the warships were moored three miles away from the Jingnanfu Wharf.

Lin Feng didn't want others to know he had arrived. After giving Ye Liangcai and Qiao Jushan a few instructions, he disembarked alone and headed towards Yufu Mountain in the setting sun.

This time, in addition to carrying the broken sword, which he still kept tucked into his lower back, he gave up using the revolver and replaced his straight sword with a steel knife produced by his own Douzi Castle in Lingjialing.

He was dressed in short clothes, with a belt as wide as the palm of his hand around his waist, a hero's scarf tied around his head, copper-studded wrist guards, and thin-soled boots.

He looked every bit the wandering knight-errant.

It had been a long time since he felt so refreshed. Lin Feng walked quickly, covering the distance of over fifty miles in less than half an hour, and arrived at the foot of Yufu Mountain.

It was already completely dark. The mountains and forests were dense, and the mountain path was hidden among the jagged rocks.