The autumn chrysanthemums were washed under the water, and the red leaves gradually became sparse.
A young man galloped on a horse, followed by a servant who was also riding a horse.
After running a hundred miles, although the people were not tired, the horses were tired.
"Master, why don't we come down and rest?”
"There's a woman over there. Let's go and take a look!”
"I've seen too many people like this along the way. How pitiful!”
"There are sufferings in the world, especially when a fatuous ruler is in power!”
They found the mother and son wailing and crying by the roadside in the wilderness. The woman's face was yellow and withered, as if she was about to die. Her cries were mournful but powerless.
The child was emaciated and looked as if he would collapse at any moment.
"Sir, please save my child. He hadn't eaten for days!”
The young man touched his body once and quickly put his hand down.
Taking advantage of the young man's hesitation, the woman grabbed his robe with all her might and knelt down to beg,"
"If you don't mind and are willing to take my son in, even if he has to work like a cow or a horse in the future, it's all up to you!”
The young man did not answer, nor did he nod.
The woman suddenly fell to the ground. No matter how the child called out, she still did not wake up.
The young man tried to probe, but he was already dead.
"Take him away, Master?"
"We can't even protect ourselves. How can we protect others?”
The young man handed the child a piece of sesame seed cake and then rode away.
Soon, they saw a mountain. It was a mountain that they had seen before, but they still felt a lingering fear.
"Master, don't go. There must be danger in the mountains!”
"This mountain is different from that mountain.”
In the mountains, there were white rocks and brooks, and the cold pond was covered in moss. It looked like a good place to live in seclusion.
The servant was right. There were indeed dangers in the mountains.
The group of five bandits all had different appearances, but their expressions were similar.
Each of them had a saber in their hands, a shiny white scimitar.
But were mountain bandits considered dangerous?
"That depends on what they're capable of!" The young man laughed contemptuously.”
The bandits said that they wanted money. If they didn't pay, they would lose their lives.
The young man had no money. Not only did he have no money, he even gave away his last piece of sesame seed cake.
"No money?" The mountain bandit laughed." I don't believe you don't have money even if you chop off my head!”
The young man suddenly jumped up from his horse, and in the blink of an eye, he had already slashed out with his saber.
When he sat back on the horse, the bandit had already lost his head!
Then he asked,"Do I look rich to you?”
The mountain bandit could not answer because he no longer had a head.
The mountain bandit had fallen.
"How dare you kill our boss!”
"I don't have a saber in my hand, so how can I kill him?”
The young man did not have a knife in his hand. He had only snatched the bandit's knife and used it to chop off the bandit's head.
This actually looked like a suicide rather than a homicide.
The rest of the bandits didn't care. Without a word, they charged forward and slashed with their white scimitars.
If the young man were to do it again, he would definitely be able to use the same method to chop off another head. However, with four people attacking together, could he still chop off four heads at the same time?
He actually wanted to give it a try, but he immediately stopped.
Because his servant had already drawn his sword and entered a chaotic mess of blades in the blink of an eye.
The servant seemed to be quite capable. He quickly killed one of them. He did not cut off his head, but stabbed his heart and killed him with a single sword.
Were the servants too strong, or were the thieves too weak?
This question immediately became unimportant. A scream was already exhaled, followed by a second, and then a third.
In just three seconds, the other three were all dead.
However, none of them were killed by a servant, and it was even more impossible for them to be killed by the youth who had been sitting on the horse without moving.
The youth was stunned.
He really couldn't think of anyone who would come to save him. Or was it someone even more powerful who wanted to kill these bandits?
When he discovered the strange feathers that pierced into the back of the dead, he instantly understood everything.
The owner of the feather soon appeared. It was a person, not a bird.
He recognized this person, but he didn't understand why this person wanted to save him.
"Because I want to capture you, so I have to save you. Once you die, I won't be able to catch anything!”
This sentence sounded quite reasonable, and the youth could not refute it.
But the servant said,"They are just a few bandits. We don't need your help at all!"”
The man said,"But I'm going to do it just in case, because I'm going to bring him back in one piece, not a hair less!”
"That depends on whether you have the ability!”
As soon as he finished speaking, the servant's sword had already stabbed out.
Feather!
He was still facing a feather. The strange feather suddenly drew a strange light and blocked the sword.
The longsword fell, and the servant instantly flew far away!
The servant fell to the ground, but he did not die.
The young man jumped off his horse and continued to fight.
However, that person had said that the youth could not lose a single hair, so he would definitely not injure or even kill the youth.
That person had indeed changed his method.
He didn't kill him, but tied him up. He turned the feather into a rope and shot it at the youth.
Could he tie up the youngster?
The youth dodged the first attack.
The young man dodged the second attack.
It seemed that the young man would not be able to escape the third attack no matter what.
Rather than surrender, it was better to fight to the death!
The young man seemed to have another ultimate skill that he had yet to use. However, just as he was about to make his move, a strong light suddenly shot out from the forest towards the person.
This was an extremely shocking yet familiar light. It was even 10,000 times stronger than the light of the feather.
The light was instantly released and then disappeared.
The person holding the feather also disappeared.
Was he scared away or shot?
The young man was no longer concerned about this question. What he cared about was where this light came from and why.
Soon, the young man heard the sound of metal striking.
Blacksmith Xiao Lin was forging, as if the location of the smithy was the source of the magical light.
The young man walked closer to the smithy, only to discover a single source of light.
The source of the light could not have been magical, because it was an old and broken oil lamp.
So this time, he left.
He left quietly without alerting the blacksmith.
Several months later, Xiao Lin was still in the shop.
The blacksmith shop was still the same blacksmith shop, and Little Lin was still the same Little Lin.
What about the mystical light?
As usual, he did not appear.
The young man was thinking about something related to the mystical light, but Xiao Lin was thinking about something related to the young man.
Two months ago, not long after his father passed away.
Just as he was worrying about no one working with him, a young man dressed like a commoner suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Friend, what can I do for you?”
"Forging!"
Before he asked for the other party's name and background, he only said these two words.
He did not even lift his head to look at the other party. When he saw the other party, the other party was already sitting beside him.
The other party looked very friendly, whether it was his expression or his body movements.
The two of them hit it off at first sight and called each other brothers.
Xiao Jin is the elder brother and Xiao Lin is the younger brother.
Eating, sleeping, and smithing began to become their entire lives.
Their lives were simple and peaceful until a woman appeared.
Because Xiao Jin had temporarily left, he met this woman.
But on the other hand, if Xiao Jin had not left, he might not have met this woman, not now, or perhaps never.
Therefore, Xiao Lin was glad. He was grateful to Xiao Jin for this, even though he already suspected that the other party was not a mortal and did not completely have hostility towards him.
The reason why he was suspicious was that Xiao Jin had asked questions related to the magical light more than once.
In fact, Little Lin had never seen this kind of light before. He only felt that it was familiar from the other party's description, as if it had always been by his side and had never left.
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