The south is not as deserted as the northern border. Even in the autumn when everything is beginning to wither, there are still abundant water and grass in the south.

Ling Jue had a deep understanding of this. Although he had never traveled to the northern border, his journey south was enough to compare with the situation in Kyoto.

He rode his horse and swayed on the knee-high path, neither too slow, but frowned. According to what the waiter said, he could reach Luoting as long as he crossed this low mountain today.

Logically speaking, although he did not stumbling along the way, he was also exhausted. The destination was close to him, so he shouldn't have made such an expression.

However, when recalling the suspicious performance of the officials of Luoting at the beginning of the year, Ling Jue really didn't know what identity he should appear in front of them.

He still remembered that the most eye-catching one of them was the prefect.

He was a dignified magistrate. Even if the family and his family of Pingyang Hou came here for business, he could not not welcome him when he came, and he would not send him off when he went there, right?

So has the prefect already been in vain and made plans to separate from Tiansheng's court?

However, these are all my own guesses at the moment. Ling Jue never makes a conclusion with some things that can make a fuss. This is the basic attitude you should have towards things and people.

He always kept his name invisible all the way, so he naturally would not fail at this last moment. It seems that it is better to keep his identity and purpose silently so that he can inquire about it secretly.

The sunset had not yet set, but it had just deviated slightly from the position that was originally hanging high in the sky. Ling Jue had already dismounted and walked into Luoting City with the reins of the horse.

"I'm sorry, let it go, let it go." Ling Jue walked along the way.

People have not yet reached the busiest downtown area of ​​Luoting. The crowds have knocked him like an uprooted aquatic plant in a torrent.

The person who hit him was a young man with long hair tied up with a hairband and a scholar's elegant appearance. Seeing this, he hurriedly bowed and apologized: "I'm really sorry, brother."

Ling Jue chuckled: "It's okay, but what happened before this?"

The man yelled, and then he remembered that his big business had not been done yet. While waved to him, he turned around and left, he told the truth: "It is Mr. Lin's daughter who is recruiting a marriage, so brother can also go and have a look."

He thought that some officials bullied the people, and Ling Jue felt nervous just now. Now that he heard that it was a marriage recruitment, his interest was lost.

"Forget it, hasteness is not achieved." Ling Jue pulled the reins in his hand forward and prepared to stroll around the city.

On the built high platform, a woman in red slashed her, and the clothes in front of her were all broken in the wind. However, when her clothes were exposed, her skin was still intact.

She fell down and kicked the man in the heart. The man staggered several steps, and then lay down on the platform.

There was a sigh of sighing in the audience. When I heard it carefully, most of them were ridiculed: "A big man can't even beat a weak woman."

One by one, a sneering and disdainful expression was revealed in front of others, and the men who were defeated on the stage were really unable to hold on.

Then he hurriedly got up, covered half of his face with his sleeves, and bowed to the woman in red: "I'm not as good as someone else's skills, so I'll say goodbye."

The woman in red ignored it and just waved the big knife in her hand and made a sound: "Who else, come and fight."

"What a tough woman!" The young man dressed in a scholar exclaimed, not feeling that his voice reached the ears of the woman in red on the stage: "Who dares to marry such a tough woman?"

The woman in red looked at the back of the knife, and a pretty face she had clearly seen on the knife surface that was polished like new: "Since that's the case, why don't you come up and fight?"

The scholar only felt that these words made his back chill all over his spine, and he didn't know who the woman in red was talking about this. But he was always worried for no reason, as if he was aware of telling him: It's you!

Out of comfort, the man squeezed out a stiff smile and said to himself: "It's not me, right?"

Yes, how is that possible? There are so many people under the stage, and half of Luo Ting's men gather here.

The scholar thought he had analyzed it logically and breathed a sigh of relief. But the next second, the woman in red had a very loud voice: "It's you, little scholar, stop watching it, come up!"

Everyone was very involved in the process of throwing hot eyes, and even tacitly gave him a path leading directly to the high platform.

The scholar was shocked and waved his hands repeatedly, and his head turned into a rattle: "No, no, no, there is no need!"

"No need?" The woman in red kept relentlessly and reached out to touch the strands of hair that were raised lightly in the air on her side: "You don't respect me in your words, and I, Lin Yiyi, are not someone who can't tolerate others. As long as you can beat me, you will say whatever you want in the future."

The scholar was about to run away, and he was not a person who could only study hard. The book said that those who know the times are heroes, and no matter how you look at it, it was a very clever decision.

There is nothing wrong with what Junjie can do. He pushed the crowd away and said, "Young Master, say goodbye. Miss Lin, just have fun."

"Want to leave?" The woman in red flipped and jumped directly from the high platform, firmly blocking the scholar: "How come you are a person who is untrustworthy?"

The scholar was afraid, but his mind was still very clear: "I never promised you to compete in martial arts. How come I didn't believe in saying it? It's really, it's really unreasonable."

After saying that, the scholar left with anger. After hearing the woman in red behind him, the scholar realized that he should be able to run as far as he can and stay away from this place of right and wrong.

"Don't run." The woman in red stood behind her and shouted and ran towards the direction of the scholar's escape: "Don't run, you have made me embarrassed. I will compete with me anyway."

It's really unreasonable that the scholars were panicked, fortunately, most of the people on the street gathered on the high platform before.

Hearing the sound of footsteps approaching behind him, the scholar became more and more panicked, and someone was vaguely leading a horse in front of a stall.

"Although the saint does not do such things that he does not ask for himself, he doesn't care about so much now." While the horse's owner was not careful, the scholar was about to step forward to grab the reins of the horse.

"Little thief, what are you going to do?" Ling Jue didn't notice that someone wanted to steal the horse, but someone invaded his area. He subconsciously reached out to catch it and caught it.

"You don't know martial arts?" Ling Jue frowned, slightly surprised. Since he didn't know martial arts, where did he get the courage and confidence to learn to steal horses?

"No, the young master just wants to borrow horses." The scholar looked up and his eyes suddenly widened: "It's you, brother."

Brother? Ling Jue then looked at him a few more times, "Didn't you accidentally bump into me just now?"

The scholar nodded quickly, as if he felt that he was saved: "Yes, brother, I am in urgent need of help from Taijianghu. Someone is going to chase me. Can this horse..."
Chapter completed!