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"I don't care about the Shen or Wang families! When you come to my territory, if you're a dragon, you have to coil up; if you're a tiger, you have to lie down!" He waved his hand.

"Brothers, kill the men, take the women! The young lady is mine, the maids are yours to take!"

"Yes!" The bandits roared in response, drew their knives, and grinned as they pressed forward.

"Protect the young lady!"

The guard leader shouted, and four guards brandished their swords and charged forward, immediately engaging in a fierce battle with seven or eight bandits.

The clash of swords and the screams of agony echoed through the dilapidated temple.

Miss Shen had stood up, holding the guqin, her face pale, but her eyes remained calm.

The two maids trembled with fear and clung tightly to her.

Although the four guards were skilled, the bandits outnumbered them and were all desperate criminals, so they were quickly overwhelmed.

One of the guards was slashed in the shoulder and fell to the ground screaming.

He was also stabbed in the other leg and staggered backward.

"Miss, let's go!"

The guard leader desperately blocked the two bandits, shouting hoarsely.

Seeing this, Zhao Tianba became even more smug and charged straight at Miss Shen with his knife: "Little lady, don't be afraid, come back with me and we'll eat and drink well..."

Just as the dirty hand was about to grab Miss Shen's arm, something suddenly flew from the side and hit Zhao Tianba's hand with a thud!

It's half a dry biscuit.

Zhao Tianba winced in pain, pulled his hand back, and glared angrily.

In the corner, the young man in the blue robe who had been silent all along had stood up at some point, patted the crumbs off his hands, and was calmly looking at him.

"Friend, that's going too far."

Lin Feng spoke, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears.

Zhao Tianba narrowed his one eye: "Kid, are you trying to meddle in other people's business?"

"To stand up for what is right when you see injustice."

Lin Feng took two steps forward, and Lei Bao and the others immediately stood up, put their hands on the hilts of their knives, and followed.

"Just the few of you?"

Zhao Tianba spat, "You're asking for death! Kill them all too!"

Immediately, three bandits abandoned their guards and charged at Lin Feng with their knives.

Lin Feng didn't move his feet. Only when the blade was about to hit him did he slightly turn his body to avoid the first blow. At the same time, his left hand shot out like lightning, grabbed the opponent's wrist and twisted it!

"Snap!"

The sound of bones cracking could be clearly heard! The bandit screamed as he staggered backward, the knife already in Lin Feng's hand.

Lin Feng gripped his knife, parried the second blow with a swift movement, and then the blade spun around, drawing a trail of blood from the third bandit's chest! The movements were clean and swift, without any hesitation.

In the blink of an eye, two of the three bandits were lying on the ground, while the remaining one clutched his wrist and screamed in agony.

Zhao Tianba's expression changed; he knew he'd met his match. He roared, "Charge! Chop this brat down first!"

The remaining five bandits, along with Zhao Tianba, formed a six-man group that surrounded Lin Feng with flashing knives.

Lin Feng remained calm, his single-edged sword transforming into a bright curtain of light, deflecting blades slashing from all directions with a clanging sound.

He moved nimbly, weaving through the flashing blades. Every strike was precise and ruthless, whether stabbing or slicing, always hitting a vital spot.

"Thud!" A knife pierced the abdomen of a bandit.

"Ah!" A knife severed another person's wrist.

Lei Bao and his men had also joined the battle, working together with the Shen family guards to deal with the remaining bandits.

Zhao Tianba grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.

This young man's swordsmanship was cunning and ruthless, clearly a military fighting style, but far superior to that of ordinary officers! He tried his best but couldn't gain the slightest advantage, and was instead forced to retreat repeatedly.

Seeing that most of his men had fallen, Zhao Tianba knew things were going badly. He feigned a strike and turned to run out of the temple.

How could Lin Feng let him escape? With a single step, he blocked the doorway, and with a flash of his blade, he aimed straight for Zhao Tianba's throat!

Zhao Tianba was terrified and desperately raised his knife to block.

With a loud clang, he felt a tremendous force surge through him, his hand split open, and the knife flew out of his grasp! Immediately afterward, he felt a chill in his chest and looked down to see a section of the knife tip protruding from his chest.

"You..." Zhao Tianba stared wide-eyed at Lin Feng in disbelief before slowly collapsing.

The temple fell silent instantly.

Seeing their leader dead, the remaining two bandits let out a shout and scrambled out of the temple gate, disappearing into the rainy night.

The fight started quickly and ended even faster. The bodies of the bandits lay scattered on the ground, and the air was thick with the stench of blood.

The head of the Shen family guards, clutching his shoulder wound, stepped forward and bowed deeply to Lin Feng: "Thank you so much for saving our lives, sir! If it weren't for your intervention, we would all be dead today!"

Miss Shen stepped forward and gave Lin Feng a graceful bow. Her voice trembled slightly but remained clear: "My name is Shen Qingyi from Jinling. Thank you for your righteous rescue, young master. May I ask your honorable name?"

His surname is Lin, and his given name is Feng.

Lin Feng returned the greeting and casually threw the knife he had taken on the ground.

"It was nothing, Miss Shen, please don't worry about it."

"It was just a small favor for Young Master Lin, but it was a life-saving grace for Qingyi." Shen Qingyi raised her eyelids, her clear eyes looking at Lin Feng. She was still in shock, but she had regained some composure.

"Young master, are you also heading south? Where are you going?"

"Let's go to Jinling," Lin Feng said.

Shen Qingyi's eyes brightened slightly: "What a coincidence? Qingyi is on her way back to Jinling. If it's on the same route, would you mind traveling with me, young master? It would be good to have someone to look after you on the road."

She paused, then added, "Qingyi is somewhat skilled in playing the zither and has also read some books. Perhaps... she can chat with you on the journey and alleviate the loneliness of your travels."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Lin Feng quietly, waiting for his reply.

The firelight danced on her pretty face, her eyes reflecting a warm glow.

Lin Feng looked at her, remained silent for a moment, and then nodded: "Okay."

Shen Qingyi's lips curved slightly, revealing a faint smile: "Thank you, young master."

The guards had already bandaged the wounds and cleaned up the mess.

Outside the temple, the rain was gradually subsiding and dawn was approaching.

Lin Feng returned to the corner by the fire, sat down, and closed his eyes to rest.

Shen Qingyi sat back down, her slender fingers lightly plucking the strings of the zither, and a piece called "Flowing Water" flowed slowly, melodious and clear in the morning light of the dilapidated temple.

Lei Bao leaned close to Lin Feng and whispered, "Master, this Miss Shen... is no ordinary person. The Shen family of Jinling is a famous family in Jiangnan."

"Hmm," Lin Feng responded, without opening his eyes.

A noblewoman, traveling alone, spends the night in a deserted temple and encounters bandits... Is it a coincidence, or is there more to the story?

Where will this unexpected encounter, which began in a deserted temple on a rainy night, lead this journey?