The Journey Against Time, I am the King of Scrolls in a Hundred Times Space

The sect after the war was like a tragic painting graffitied by the cruel war. The place that was originally peaceful and full of vitality is now in ruins and dead silence. The air is filled with the strong smell of blood and gunpowder, as if it will never dissipate. Among the ruins, there are the tired but determined figures of the disciples. Their eyes reveal confusion and worry about the future, but more of it is the determination to rebuild their homes.

Lin Feng supported his injured body and could feel the pain from the wound every step he took, but his steps were still firm. He began to organize the disciples to carry out the post-war cleanup work. Although his voice was hoarse, it was full of power. "Everyone listen, we can't be defeated by this disaster. Start now, work in groups and clean up the battlefield!"

The injured disciples were carefully carried to the medical room, where Su Yao and several other disciples who were good at medicine had already been waiting. The medical room was filled with a tense atmosphere. The bitter taste of herbs mixed with the groans of the wounded made people feel heavy.

"Be gentle, be gentle, don't touch his wound!" Su Yao anxiously exhorted while treating the wound of the wounded. Her hands were constantly busy, her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and her eyes were full of concern and concentration. Every movement was gentle and accurate, for fear of causing more pain to the wounded.

In the square of the sect, the piles of broken weapons and debris were particularly dazzling. Some swords have been broken, and some staffs have lost their light. They used to be the disciples' reliance in fighting, but now they have become the wreckage of war. The disciples cleaned up silently, no one spoke, only the heavy breathing and the sound of tools colliding echoed in the air. Their faces were covered with dust and blood, and their eyes revealed endless fatigue, but the movements of their hands did not stop at all.

Lin Feng looked at all this, his heart full of emotion. He felt a pang of heartache when his once familiar home became so strange and dilapidated. "Everyone work harder, we must restore the vitality of the sect as soon as possible!" He shouted loudly, and his voice echoed in the empty square.

With the efforts of everyone, the bodies in the sect were carried away one by one and properly placed in a special place for a solemn funeral. The bloodstains were washed away by buckets of clean water, but the deep bloodstains seemed to be engraved in everyone's heart. The damaged houses also began preliminary repairs. The craftsmen were busy working, and the sound of hammers and saws intertwined into a symphony of reconstruction.

However, the lack of supplies became a huge problem facing the reconstruction work. During the battle, the sect's granary was devoured by the ruthless fire, and many stored medicinal materials and food were reduced to ashes in the raging flames. The originally sufficient material reserves are now empty, which puts the survival of the sect in a dilemma.

"Master, we have very little food and medicinal materials left, and we must find a way to solve it." Lin Feng reported to the master worriedly, his brows were furrowed, and his face was full of anxiety.

The head of the sect sat on a chair with a gloomy face. After hearing Lin Feng's words, he pondered for a moment, then slowly said: "Send disciples to nearby towns to purchase, and at the same time ask for help from friendly sects. We can't sit and wait for death, we must solve this problem as soon as possible."

Lin Feng took the order and quickly selected several smart and capable disciples, prepared horses and money for them, and told them to complete the task as soon as possible.

During the days of waiting for supplies, Lin Feng was not idle. He summoned several elders and core disciples in the sect to discuss the sect's future defense strategy in a relatively complete room. There was a depressing atmosphere in the room, and everyone had a serious expression on their faces.

"Although the evil forces were repelled this time, they will definitely not give up. We must strengthen our fortifications and enhance the strength of our disciples. We can't let them easily break through our defenses." Lin Feng said, his eyes were firm and his tone was resolute.

An elder nodded, stroked his beard, thought for a while and said: "I suggest setting up more formations and traps around the sect to prevent the enemy from approaching easily. These formations should be carefully designed, combined with the unique spells of our sect, to put the enemy in trouble."

Another disciple continued: "We should also strengthen the training of disciples' spells and martial arts, and we can't fight so hard like this time. This battle has made us see our shortcomings. We need to train harder and improve everyone's combat capabilities."

Everyone expressed their opinions one after another. Some suggested strengthening intelligence collection, some proposed to reserve more weapons and equipment, and some proposed to establish a closer alliance with other sects. Lin Feng carefully recorded every suggestion, nodded from time to time, and gradually formed a clear and comprehensive plan in his mind.

A few days later, the disciples who purchased supplies came back, but the supplies they brought back were far from enough to meet the needs of the sect. They looked tired and helpless, "The supplies in the town are also tight, we have tried our best."

Although the friendly sect also sent some assistance, it was just a drop in the bucket for the huge needs of the entire sect.

"What can we do?" A disciple looked at the scarce supplies with a sad face and a hint of despair in his voice.

Lin Feng gritted his teeth and said firmly: "First, take care of the wounded and the children, and then we will find a way. Don't lose heart, we will definitely get through this difficult time."

Just when everyone was worried about the supplies, Su Yao stood up. Although her eyes were bloodshot, they still sparkled with wisdom.

"I remember that there was a wasteland in the back of the martial arts. Maybe we can reclaim and plant some food and medicinal materials. Although it takes time, this is a long -term solution." Su Yao's proposal made everyone think.

Lin Feng's eyes were bright, as if he saw a little dawn in the dark, "Good idea, immediately organize people to reclaim."

As a result, under the leadership of Lin Feng, the disciples have devoted themselves to a new job. They carried hoe and iron, and walked to the barren land of Houshan. At the beginning, the land was as hard as iron, and the reclamation work was very slow, but no one gave up. They conquered the land with sweat and perseverance.

After a period of hard work, the wasteland was finally reclaimed. The disciples sowed the seeds of hope on the land and planted food and medicinal materials. Watching the tender green seedlings swaying gently in the breeze. Everyone seemed to see the hope of the future, and a gratifying smile appeared on her face.

At the same time, Lin Feng began to conduct strict training on the disciples in accordance with the previous discussion plan. Every morning, when the first ray of sunshine is sprinkled on the training ground, the disciples have stood neatly and waited for Lin Feng's guidance.

"The sword must be fast, accurate, and ruthless!" Lin Feng personally demonstrated the sword method, and each action was clean and full of strength.

The disciples practiced hard, sweat soaked their clothes, dripping on the ground. But they did not complain at all, because they knew that only by becoming stronger can they protect their homes and loved ones.

In the process of gradually recovering, Lin Feng has always maintained a high degree of vigilance. He sends people to patrol around the martial arts every day to observe whether there are abnormal situations. He also often climbed to a high place, looking at the distance, thinking about the threats and response strategies in his heart.

One day, Lin Feng was guiding the disciples to practice on the training ground. Suddenly, a pigeon flew over. A small bamboo tube was tied to the feet of the pigeon, and a bad hunch in Lin Feng's heart.

He opened the note brought by the pigeon, his face suddenly became dignified.

"What's wrong, Lin Feng?" Su Yao noticed the change of Lin Feng and asked hurriedly.

Lin Feng took a deep breath and said slowly: "According to reliable news, the evil forces are assembling, and the scale is larger than the last time. I am afraid that we will attack us again soon."

Su Yao clenched his fist, and a firm flashed in his eyes, "Then we are ready to welcome their challenges!"

Lin Feng and Su Yao looked at each other, and his eyes were full of firmness and decisiveness. The disciples of the school also surrounded them. There was no fear in their eyes, only the desire for fighting and the persistence of justice.

"We won't let them succeed!" A disciple said loudly.

"Yes, we want to avenge the dead brothers!" Another disciple attached.

A new storm is coming, and they are ready, and they vowed to use blood and life to defend the dignity and peace of the martial arts ...

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