The battle became increasingly difficult, and I felt that my physical strength and mana were rapidly depleting.
The surrounding dense forest seemed to feel the tension of this fierce battle, with birds flying in fright and leaves rustling.
I knew in my heart that I had to find a way to reverse the situation, otherwise I would fall into a more dangerous situation.
In the fierce battle in the forest, I gradually felt the exhaustion of strength.
The Miao men's offensive was like a violent storm, fierce and without pause.
I dodged left and right, but I was scarred and my clothes were stained red with blood.
I know in my heart that if I continue like this, I will die of exhaustion.
In desperation, I tried my best to use my last Taoist skills, creating a burst of smoke and blinding light. Taking advantage of this short opportunity, I ran towards the nearby town with all my strength.
My breathing was rapid, my heartbeat was pounding, and the tingling and numbness in my back reminded me that if he caught up with me again, I would have no way to escape.
I stumbled into the town, looking around for a hiding place.
The town was bustling, and the noise of people covered my footsteps.
I tried to calm my breathing and blended into the crowd, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.
The Miao man followed him like a shadow. He shuttled among the crowd, his eyes as sharp as an eagle.
I felt a strong sense of crisis and was extremely anxious.
I quickly crossed the street and turned into a secluded alley, hoping to escape his pursuit.
However, as soon as I turned into the alley, I was suddenly pulled into a noodle shop.
I was shocked and subconsciously wanted to resist, but I heard the man whisper: "Don't move, I'll help you."
The man quickly sprinkled some black powder on the path I came from.
I watched his movements with doubts in my heart.
The aroma in the noodle shop is lingering, but I have no time to enjoy the tranquility in my heart.
The man turned around with a serious face: "This powder can temporarily cover up your breath and make trackers lose track of you.
Don't move for now, wait until he's gone. "
I stood in the corner of the noodle shop and stared nervously at the entrance of the alley.
My heart is full of questions about this mysterious man. Who is he? Why did you suddenly help me?
But now I don't have time to think so much. I stared nervously at the intersection and saw the Miao man walking quickly to the entrance of the alley.
His eyes kept darting around, clearly confused.
My heart beat faster and cold sweat broke out in my palms.
It was as if time had stood still, and every second seemed extremely long.
Then, he shook his head, ran forward quickly, and disappeared from my sight.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
Only then did I turn my head and look curiously at the mysterious man who saved me.
He was tall and wearing a simple black jacket. His face was somewhat profound and vicissitudes of life, and there was a hint of sharpness in his eyes.
I thanked him: "Thank you, I don't know what to call you?"
He waved his hand and said calmly: "Just call me Feng Lin." After that, he walked into the kitchen.
After a while, he brought out a bowl of steaming noodles and placed it in front of me: "Eat it, it's free."
I was stunned for a moment, wondering why he was so kind.
He saw my doubts and explained with a smile: "I have some entanglements with the people in Miaojiang. The enemy of my enemy is my friend."
Although I still had doubts in my heart, I finally sat down at the table in the face of his kindness.
I carefully took out a silver needle and tested the noodles to make sure they were non-toxic before I started eating them.
Feng Lin didn't mind my caution, but nodded and said, "You really have to be careful outside."
Eating noodles, I felt a warmth flow into my heart.
Feng Lin was sitting opposite and suddenly asked, "Why are you being hunted by people from Miao territory?"
I put down my chopsticks and briefly told him my experience and the purpose of going to Yanshan.
After hearing this, Feng Lin frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about something.
His eyes became deeper, as if he saw some hidden message in my story.
I couldn't help but ask: "Do you know about Yan Shan?"
Feng Lin was silent for a while, and then said slowly: "Yanshan is indeed not a place that ordinary people can set foot in.
Your journey this time may be more difficult than you imagine. "
"Why do you say that?" I asked Feng Lin curiously.
Feng Lin picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said seriously: "Yan Mountain is located in the deep mountains in the south, far away from here.
Are you going to walk there? "
I nodded, although I was prepared, I still felt a little uneasy.
Feng Lin couldn't help laughing and said, "If you walk, you have to go to the year of the monkey and the month of the horse.
Yanshan is located in a remote location and is not easily accessible to ordinary people. "
I was stunned for a moment, and then I smiled involuntarily. It seemed that I had taken it for granted before, thinking that I could reach it on foot.
“There is a faster way,” Feng Lin continued. “A week later, a ship will leave from here and head to Bianshan City in the south.
Taking a boat can save you hundreds of kilometers. "
After listening to his words, I was filled with gratitude: "Thank you, Feng Lin."
I decided to stay in the town for a few days and wait for the ship bound for the south.
Feng Lin arranged a place for me to stay, which was a clean and comfortable B&B.
In the next few days, Feng Lin took me shopping in the town.
The town is not big, but it is full of life.
There are various small shops on both sides of the street, selling everything from antiques to local snacks.
We walked on the stone road, surrounded by leisurely pedestrians and chirping birds.
Feng Lin introduced me to many stories about the town.
I listened with great interest, and gradually developed a sense of intimacy with this strange town.
We stopped in front of a small specialty store and walked into the store. The store was filled with all kinds of handicrafts and antiques.
Every item seems to carry traces of history and stories.
Feng Lin picked up an exquisite wooden carving and began to tell the legend behind it, with a hint of respect and nostalgia in his voice.
The owner of the shop is an old man with white hair. When he saw that we were interested in handicrafts, he enthusiastically introduced us to the history of handicrafts in the town.
The old man's words were full of deep love for this land.
Attracted by these wonderful objects and stories, I picked out a few trinkets to take back as souvenirs.
After visiting the small shop, Feng Lin suggested going to a famous local hot pot restaurant for dinner.
Walking into the hot pot restaurant, the decoration inside is simple and warm.
There were a variety of ingredients on the table, as well as some local specialties that I had never seen before.
We ordered a table of sumptuous dishes, and Feng Lin began to teach me how to eat hot pot. He was skillful in his techniques. He would pick up dishes for me from time to time and introduce the characteristics and eating methods of each ingredient.
While eating delicious hot pot, Feng Lin and I chatted about my upcoming journey.
He listened very carefully and put forward some insights and suggestions from time to time. I was impressed by his rich experience.
"Although your journey this time is difficult and dangerous, I believe you will succeed." Feng Lin said seriously.
