It takes four or five hours to walk from the city to the outside of the city, and about an hour to ride a horse, so she resolutely went to rent a horse.

She rode out of the city and followed the path she had been pointed out for.

This ancient is as good as the ancient, the air is fresh, and there are few pedestrians on the road.

The master of the props is a man in his fifties, and although the man is accompanied by iron every day, he is gentle and elegant.

He took out all the utensils in the store according to Lin Mo's wishes, and Lin Mo looked around the sore-opening knives, flat-bladed knives, moon-bladed knives, scissors, tweezers, triangular needles and other utensils on the table.

The workmanship is indeed very meticulous, but there are still shortcomings, and it would be better to improve it.

She asked the master for pen and ink, drew the best scalpels on the drawings and handed them to the master, "Can the master make this look?" ”

Master Jiang looked at the drawings, the style was novel, he had never seen it, he frowned slightly, and his eyes suddenly lit up, "Old man, you can give it a try." ”

Lin Mo didn't expect his master to make it exactly the same, he just hoped that it would be lighter and more convenient than this era.

After customizing the quantity and paying the deposit, Lin Mo left Master Jiang's shop and drove to the city.

Although she can ride a horse, she rarely rides in modern times, and she almost turned her heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys upside down all the way.

Seeing that it was still early, he pulled the reins to slow down the speed, sat on the horse, and swayed towards the city.

When they arrived at the bamboo forest ten miles outside the city, the horses suddenly became a little restless.

Lin Mo, who was sitting on horseback, also felt the murderous aura in the bamboo forest, she tightened the reins, and was about to drive her horse away quickly, when a group of black-clothed people chased a man in a crescent-colored brocade robe and rushed over.

Suddenly, a dagger came straight at her head, and she leaned down to dodge, the dagger plunging into the bamboo behind her.

"Damn~" Lin Mo scolded secretly, seeing that these people were about to rush to his side.

The man in brocade was holding a long sword, and it was a corpse when he swung it, and the man in black couldn't get close to Lin Mo's body for a while.

It's just that during the fight between the men in brocade clothes, Lin Mo saw his face, and it turned out to be Feng Yichen who was still in the teahouse in the morning.

He is ruthless and decisive in every move, and his legs and feet are more than Liso.

Sure that there would be no danger, Lin Mo suddenly became interested, and sat on horseback watching the fight not far away, after all, in modern times, this kind of martial arts scene can only be seen on TV.

Between Feng Yichen, there were two more souls under his hands, he floated to the ground, his body shuttled among the people in black, and when he stood still, the people in black fell to the ground, covered with blood.

The blood of the long sword on his side dripped to the ground, and his clothes were a little scarlet, looking like white snow and red plums, which was pleasing to the eye.

"You're not afraid of being found out if you're pretending to be disabled?" Lin Mo sat on horseback and looked at the man with the appearance of an immortal not far away.

Feng Yichen turned to look at her, his black eyes were calm and indifferent, and he said lightly: "Those who have seen this king standing are all dead." ”

"So you're going to kill me?" Lin Mo's tone was indifferent, as if he was determined that he would not do anything to himself.

"Naturally, it won't ...... Ahem...... Ahem......"

The white figure not far away suddenly covered his lips and coughed violently, his straight body slowly fell to the ground, the long sword in his hand fell to the ground, and the hand covering his lips was full of blood.

Lin Mo frowned, jumped off the horse and walked to him, took his hand to probe his pulse, looked at Feng Yichen, who was already unconscious, and pursed his lips, "It's only been a month and there's another poison, how many people want you to die?" ”