Liu San looked at Wang Lin carefully and suddenly asked, "Are you a scholar who takes the exam?"

Wang Lin looked as usual and shook his head and said, "I haven't taken the exam, but have some skills and plans to make a living in Tianshui City."

Liu San's expression was slightly relaxed. His question was very meaningful. As the big exam was approaching, candidates often gathered in Tianshui City in the surrounding villages and towns, but most of these candidates carried book frames for writing. Although the person in front of him seemed to be a martial artsman, if the other party admitted that he was a candidate, he needed to pay attention.

However, Liu San didn't take this matter to heart, so he smiled and said, "Come on, we are about to go back to Tianshui City. Since we meet is fate, friends, let's go with us."

Wang Lin looked grateful and clasped his fists and said, "Thank you for the red deceased."

The black-faced man glanced at Wang Lin and smiled and said, "Boy, can you ride a horse?"

Wang Lin smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Liu San pointed to the carriage behind him and smiled and said, "What are you grateful for? You're out there and you're having a hard time. Young man, go up. In another four days, we'll be in Tianshui City."

Wang Lin clasped his fists and climbed onto the carriage without saying a word. He looked back and saw that there were about a dozen of the same carriages behind him. After scanning his spiritual sense, he found that the carriage was empty, so he didn't care and sat cross-legged.

Yang Sen pulled the horse rope and came to Wang Lin and asked, "Friend, why didn't you get your luggage when you go out?"

Wang Lin shook his head and sighed, saying, "I met a robber, it's hard to describe it."

Yang Sen was stunned, looked at Wang Lin for a long time, and comforted him: "Just save your life. It's not stable these days."

While chatting, Wang Lin suddenly looked up and looked at the jungle not far away. He swept his mind and found that there were two people hiding in it and staring at the convoy.

Until the convoy walked through the jungle, he didn't see the two of them taking any action. Wang Lin pondered for a little and stopped paying attention.

After a day's journey, when the sun sets and night falls, Liu San whispered loudly in front of him: "Boys, I will enter the Tianshui City tomorrow. At that time, the boss will send someone to pick me up. I can't find a place to stay today. Let's rest here for a night. Let's go on the road tomorrow morning. When I return to Tianshui City, I will take you to Binhonglou to find a few girls to have fun."

The men laughed, took off their horse hoods, tied the horses together, and surrounded the carriages. After doing these, the big guys began to tie out tents, sleep, set up fires, and drink wine, which was very lively.

There were also three or five people patrolling nearby with shifts.

When Wang Lin got off the carriage, he was pulled to the fire by Yang Sen. During the day of the interaction, Yang Sen felt that Wang Lin was quite interested and often boasted about some interesting things about his journey.

Wang Lin listened with relish. The more he did this, the more Yang Sen was talking about it. Seeing the convoy resting, he hurriedly pulled Wang Lin over.

There were three people sitting in the fire. In addition to the red deceased Liu San and the black-faced man, there was also a middle-aged scholar wearing a blue shirt. The man had a white face, a wide forehead, bright eyes, and a bit of wisdom.

Seeing Wang Lin coming, Liu San smiled and said, "Sir, this is the guy I mentioned to you. I went to Tianshui City to make a living." After that, he said to Wang Lin again, "Brother, this is Mr. Wang from our mighty escort agency. Your surname is Wang. It seems that he is also my family. You have a good chat. Mr. Wang is knowledgeable and knowledgeable."

The middle-aged scholar smiled gently and said, "Lao Liu, don't gild me. My little skills are nothing."

Liu San's eyes rolled and said, "Who said, Mr. Wang, you have to be small in ability, then I, Liu San, are nothing. Little brother, this Mr. Wang is a living god. He knows astronomy and geography, especially the art of face, which is amazing."

Wang Lin looked at the middle-aged scholar carefully, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and said with a fist: "Sir, the divine court is full and his eyes are wise. He is obviously an extremely intelligent person. The ancients said that he could see his spirit and know his rhyme. This statement is indeed true."

The middle-aged scholar looked at Wang Lin in surprise and smiled, "I'm also a fellow disciple? I think you are a scholarly aura, but it contains the shape of a dragon. The future is unlimited."

Wang Lin smiled and said, "The teacher in my hometown has studied the art of confrontation. After I have been reading it for a long time, I will naturally read a few words."

The middle-aged scholar laughed, and the black-faced man next to him suddenly said, "Mr. Wang, you can do it for me too. I'm not young anymore. Do you see if I have a good fortune in marriage?"

Liu San smiled and scolded: "How many times have you been begging along the way? Every time Mr. Wang meets someone, he will have to spend energy. Save it, boy."

The black-faced man didn't care about Liu San's words and looked at the middle-aged scholar with a gaze.

The middle-aged scholar pondered for a moment, nodded with a smile, "Forget it, I will calculate it for you today. Yang Sen, have you begged me many times? This time I will show you all together."

After saying that, he closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, his eyes flashed with a flash of light. Wang Lin's expression was as usual, but his heart moved. He swept his spiritual sense and saw a trace of spiritual power suddenly appearing on the chest of the middle-aged scholar. The trend of the spiritual power flow was quite strange, and finally condensed the middle-aged scholar's eyes.

The middle-aged scholar stared at the black-faced man, muttering something in his mouth as if he was calculating something, and his right hand quickly pinched. After a long time, a hint of rosy rose on his face, and he frowned and said, "Liu Laowu, your dark clouds cover the heaven, and a bloody disaster will appear. There will be a disaster in the near future. If you spend it, you will be in love with your marriage within three months."

The black-faced man was stunned and then smiled and said, "A disaster? It's okay, even if we are rolling on the tip of the knife, it is inevitable that there will be a bloody disaster."

The middle-aged scholar's eyes turned and stared at Yang Sen. After a long time, his face changed slightly and he said, "It's strange, why are you suffering from blood and light?" After that, he looked at Liu San again, his face immediately became gloomy and said, "What's wrong, my masterpiece has never made any mistakes. Lao Liu, you also suffer from blood and light."

After saying that, he looked serious, stood up, and everyone around looked carefully, his face became heavier and he said, "Old Liu, it seems not good. I look at everyone, all of them are covered in blood. This is definitely not a coincidence!"

Liu San narrowed his eyes, looked around, and said in a deep voice: "Sir, is that we all have a bloody disaster recently?"
Chapter completed!