Too many female prisoners, a special forces soldier transmigrates and marries wildly.

"Enough!" Fairy Lengyue waved her sleeve, and a gentle force swept over, knocking the old man's hand away.

She stood in front of Lin Feng, coldly looking at the old man, "You old drunkard, if you keep causing trouble, don't blame me for being impolite."

"Oh, so you're protecting your own?" The old man laughed instead of getting angry, took two steps back, and crossed his arms.

"Alright, alright, I won't touch your precious disciple. Then... can you at least buy me a cup of tea? I've come all this way, my throat is practically parched."

Cold Moon Fairy stared at him for a long time before finally turning around and saying, "Come in."

Inside the bamboo house, four people sat around.

The Cold Moon Fairy silently brewed tea, while the old man looked around in amazement, clicking his tongue in wonder: "It's still the same, not a single detail changed. This bamboo chair, wasn't it woven from the bamboo I cut back then? This teapot, we bought it in Jingdezhen..."

"Shut up." Fairy Lengyue slammed the teacup down in front of him, spilling tea.

The old man wasn't annoyed. He smiled, picked up his tea, blew on it, and took a sip.

Shen Qingyi secretly observed the two of them.

These two are clearly old acquaintances, and... their relationship is quite close.

"Old drunkard, what brings you here today?" Fairy Cold Moon finally spoke.

"Hehe, I knew you still cared about me." The old man laughed again, but there was a hint of bitterness in his smile.

"Moon Maiden, after all these years, that matter... you still won't forgive me?"

"There's no need to dwell on the past."

Cold Moon Fairy stood up, walked to the window, and turned her back to everyone.

"You've finished your tea, you can leave now."

The old man looked at her straight but lonely back, a flash of pain crossing his eyes.

He suddenly turned to Lin Feng: "Kid, your martial arts are not bad, but you're still lacking. Want to learn some real skills?"

Lin Feng was taken aback: "Senior means...?"

"I'll teach you a sword technique that will make you invincible." The old man grinned.

"From now on, when you go out, just say you're Leng Yue's apprentice, and give her some face!"

Cold Moon Fairy turned around, her eyes filled with complex emotions: "He is not my disciple."

He paused, then added, "You can leave now. We're even now, it's all settled between us."

"Even if we're even?" The old man gave a bitter laugh.

"How can we be even? Moon Maiden, the thing I regret most in my life is that slap I gave you back then. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be..."

"That's enough," Fairy Lengyue interrupted him, her voice trembling slightly.

"Why bring up old matters again? Leave and don't come back."

The old man looked at her for a long time, then suddenly pulled a thin booklet from his pocket and tossed it to Lin Feng: "Kid, this is for you. I like your personality, consider it a small gift."

Lin Feng accepted it and solemnly clasped his hands in thanks: "Thank you, senior."

The old man waved his hand, then looked at Fairy Lengyue, his lips moved, but in the end only he let out a sigh. He turned and walked towards the door, his steps somewhat unsteady.

"Wait a minute," Fairy Cold Moon suddenly spoke.

The old man paused, but did not turn around.

"Take care." Her voice was very soft, almost inaudible.

The old man stiffened, then burst into laughter: "Don't worry, I'm tough, I won't die!"

Having said that, he strode out of the bamboo hut, mounted the donkey, and patted its rump. The little donkey trotted off and disappeared into the depths of the bamboo forest in the blink of an eye.

The bamboo house was completely silent. After a long while, Fairy Cold Moon slowly sat down, picked up the tea that had long since gone cold, and drank it all in one gulp. Her hands were trembling.

"Fairy..." Shen Qingyi called softly.

"I'm fine." Fairy Lengyue put down her teacup, her face now calm, but her eyes were still heavy with weariness. "I'm sorry you had to see this."

"Who is that senior...?" Lin Feng asked tentatively.

"An old friend," said Fairy Lengyue, rising from her seat, unwilling to elaborate further.

"You should rest. Tomorrow, I will teach you a set of Qi cultivation techniques that will be beneficial for healing."

She went back to her room and closed the door.

Lin Feng and Shen Qingyi exchanged a glance, both seeing the doubt in each other's eyes.

At night, Lin Feng flipped through the booklet the old man had given him. The first part contained a set of sword techniques, quite exquisite. The last few pages, however, contained a set of Qi cultivation mantras called "Returning to the Origin and Guarding the One."

He tried to practice.

The next morning, as expected, Fairy Lengyue taught Lin Feng a set of Qi cultivation methods. The methods were not complicated, but they were remarkably effective in regulating internal energy.

After finishing her practice, Fairy Lengyue said, "Your injuries are no longer serious. Let's go down the mountain tomorrow. This place... is not suitable for you to stay any longer."

"Is the fairy worried that senior will come again?" Shen Qingyi asked.

After a moment of silence, Fairy Lengyue slowly said, "He will not come again."

His tone was calm, yet carried an indescribable loneliness.

That night, the moon was bright and the stars were few. Lin Feng practiced his sword outside, while Shen Qingyi sat on the porch watching.

Suddenly, a long howl echoed through the forest, a mournful and desolate sound that reverberated through the night mountains. It was the old man's howl.

The Cold Moon Fairy stepped out of the house, stood by the pool, and gazed motionless in the direction from which the howling sound came.

The moonlight shone on her, her white hair was like snow, her back was straight and solitary, as if she had stood there for a thousand years.

The whistling gradually subsided, and all was quiet.

The Cold Moon Fairy slowly turned around, walked back into the house, and closed the door. She remained silent throughout.

Lin Feng sheathed his sword and sat down beside Shen Qingyi. Shen Qingyi said softly, "They... must have had a very deep past."

"Hmm." Lin Feng felt a surge of indescribable emotions.

The word "love" is the most hurtful. Even the most skilled martial artist cannot escape it.

The next morning, Lin Feng and Shen Qingyi bid farewell to Fairy Lengyue.

The two walked quite a distance and looked back. The bamboo house stood quietly by the pond, the door closed, as if no one had ever disturbed this tranquility.

The carriage finally entered Jinling City.

As Lin Feng drove, his gaze swept over several idle men hunched over in the shadows of the city gate.

One of them looked up, their eyes met Lin Feng's for a moment, then quickly looked down, stood up, dusted himself off, and turned into a nearby alley. The movements were natural, but Lin Feng's intuition told him—he was being watched.

"Let's go to the inn first," he whispered to Shen Qingyi in the carriage.

"Not going back to the other residence?"

"No rush." ​​Lin Feng flicked the reins, and the carriage turned into a side street.

"Let's check how many tails there are first."

The carriage wound its way through the maze-like alleyways. Lao Nian and his companions rode horses ahead and behind, seemingly as attendants, but in reality, they blocked any angles from which they could spy.

After driving for two blocks, Lei Bao approached the car and whispered, "Boss, we haven't shaken off the tails. There have been at least three groups following us. They're not close, but they're sticking to us like glue."

"understood."

Lin Feng remained calm and drove straight to the "Peaceful Inn" in the south of the city.

This was a spy arranged by Yan Qing in his early years. The shopkeeper's surname was Hu. He was an old soldier who had retired from the Shuofeng Army. He was lame, but he was a reliable person.

After settling in, it was nearly dusk.

Lin Feng had Lei Bao and the others take turns keeping watch at night.

Tonight I'm going to Ciyun Nunnery and Jinyun Pavilion.

Lin Feng poured a bowl of hot water and handed it to Shen Qingyi.

"You stay at the inn."

Shen Qingyi took the bowl, her fingers turning white: "Those people..."

"It's precisely because they're following us that we have to go," Lin Feng said in a deep voice.

"The enemy is in the dark while we are in the light. If we don't figure out their situation, we'll be too passive. The assassin had a special mark on him that night at Ciyun Nunnery, and Manager Gu of Jinyun Pavilion died suspiciously. There might still be clues in these two places."

"It's too dangerous."

"It's better than waiting in the inn." Lin Feng patted her hand.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Ciyun Temple is located in the west of the city. Lin Feng went around to the back of the temple and climbed over the wall to enter.

The nunnery was deathly silent. The front, middle, and back courtyards were all empty; the bodies had long since been removed, but the faint smell of blood and burnt flesh still lingered in the air.

He searched the nunnery again carefully, but found nothing more.

Just as I was about to leave, my ears suddenly caught the faint sound of footsteps approaching from outside the temple wall. There was more than one person!