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In the original work..,
This jade slip was also given to Fang Tuo by the original owner,
But it was after the strong withdrawal of the marriage..,
In order to let him see the distance between him and Lin Ling-er clearly, he threw trash to him in an insulting manner. But how could the basic cultivation method arranged by the author for the male lead really be trash. Thus, the male lead began to come into contact with the cultivation world,
And began to slowly rise.
Linno was not the original owner,
He was not an arrogant person, let alone facing the male lead who would sweep through the eight wastelands in the future? However, he did not have any intention of pleasing him and casually gave the jade slip to him.
Let Fang Tuo grab the thing he gave him and die,
Linno felt very uncomfortable, so he took out the jade slip.
However, as soon as his hand touched the jade slip, a passage of words appeared.
It did not raise its head,
There was no signature,
It just used a flat tone to tell him that the iron plate on his neck was actually a spatial magic artifact,
Some of the spirit herbs inside could be used to refine the bone changing pill, which was good for his injuries. Don't sell it casually; the map hidden in the black box was a secret realm in the endless sea,
It was said that there was a longevity fruit there, but it was dangerous and mysterious inside,
Don't try it if you're not sure; there was an auction in the Bay Pavilion in three years,
The spirit stones he saved should be able to buy a Cultivation Pill,
Don't forget to take a look when the time comes; drinking a mouthful of the spiritual milk in the purple gourd could restore all the spirit qi in the body. If he brought it with him, he wouldn't be afraid of running out of spirit qi when he fought with others. The place where he took the spiritual milk could gather a gourd every three hundred years...
Linno didn't finish reading. With a slight force from his fingertips, the jade was reduced to powder. With a wave of his hand, it scattered.
Then he sneered.
He had never understood why Fang Tuo would do such a thing to him. The Fang Tuo he knew in the novel was not casual in the affairs of men and women. Although he was clear about gratitude and grudges, no matter how big the kindness was, he would never repay it with his own body. Even if he was injured because of him, Fang Tuo should not have done that. Now it seemed that although he didn't know the reason, Fang Tuo might like him.
But so what if he liked him? Just because you like someone, you can disregard the wishes of others and do whatever you want?
Perhaps at the beginning, he was unconscious, and Fang Tuo could not ask for his opinion. But later on, when he woke up, he remembered very clearly that Fang Tuo had never explained anything to him, and had never asked him if he was willing or not. No matter how much he resisted, she never stopped assaulting him.
Linno sneered. Is this kind of love without any respect worthy of being called love?
He and Fang Tuo had only met a few times and spoken less than ten sentences. He was very clear that he had not fallen in love with Fang Tuo, and he disdained Fang Tuo's so-called love for him.
Linno didn't go to retrieve his spatial artifact, nor did he leave. He sat down on the ground and began to drink jug after jug of wine. He was waiting for Fang Tuo to stop breathing so that he could get him out of his room.
He didn't want to save him, and even if he wanted to, he couldn't. Fang Tuo's injuries were even more serious than his. It was already a miracle that he was still breathing.
The number of jugs on the ground gradually increased, but Fang Tuo was still not dead. Instead, a special aura spread out from his body.
The drunk Linno felt the pull of the aura, turned his head, and then sneered. Should I really say that he's worthy of being the male lead? For a genuine Lin family member with the Phoenix bloodline like them, it would take tens of thousands of years for one to have the potential of Nirvana to appear. But the male lead, after absorbing half of his Nirvana power, actually began to rise from the ashes.
But that was it. Not to mention that it was only half of the Nirvana power, Fang Tuo didn't have the Phoenix bloodline in his body. The Nirvana power was like water without a source, a tree without roots. It was possible to rise from the ashes, but it was impossible for it to rise from the ashes.
Linno glanced at it, then turned his head and continued to drink his wine. However, the Nirvana power in his body began to stir, resonating with the two on Fang Tuo's body, as if it was about to break out of his body. It was the same for Fang Tuo's body. It seemed that as long as he beckoned with his finger, it would fly back to his body.
Linno, who was originally just watching from the sidelines, was faced with a choice: either call back the Nirvana power in Fang Tuo's body, Fang Tuo would inevitably die, but he might be able to completely heal the injuries on his body. Or, he could sacrifice himself and help Fang Tuo to rise from the ashes and save his life. Or, he could just watch like this, letting the one who deserved to die die, and the one who deserved to be injured be injured.
Linno drank large mouthfuls of wine, a little regretful that he didn't just leave. He suddenly felt that the dying Fang Tuo sitting on the ground was an eyesore.
Now, a hundred years had passed since that incident. Although he still felt uncomfortable with Fang Tuo, his killing intent had long since disappeared.
It was true that Fang Tuo used a priceless panacea to freeze his injuries. It was true that Fang Tuo had been running around looking for panacea for him for hundreds of years. It was true that his lifespan was approaching its end, but Fang Tuo had no choice but to sacrifice hundreds of years of cultivation to extend his lifespan, heal his injuries, and raise his realm … Linno was proud by nature. He could hate Fang Tuo and hate him, but he wouldn't deny the price that Fang Tuo had paid for him just because he didn't need it or didn't want it. It didn't matter if Fang Tuo had done something bad out of good intentions.
Forget it, forget it! Just treat it as if I owe you! In the future, we'll be even!
Linno drank the remaining half of the wine jar in one gulp. Then, he got up and first forced the phoenix blood essence in his bloodline into Fang Tuo's body. Then, he guided the power of nirvana to merge the two into one. Then, he repaired and activated the Phoenix Perching Formation that was destroyed by Fang Tuo's intrusion several hundred years ago.
Seeing Fang Tuo surrounded by golden flames, Linno turned around and left. The phoenix's nirvana didn't need anyone to protect it. Even if it did, he didn't have the ability to do so — forcing out the phoenix blood essence wasn't without a price.
Linno originally didn't have much of an obsession with immortality. He didn't really care about life and death, so he didn't feel too disappointed. However, he still couldn't help but smile bitterly: As expected, this was the male supporting lead's fate. What was the use of spending hundreds and thousands of years to prepare? The male lead only needed to appear at the crucial moment, and whatever good things there were would all belong to him.
And he, Lin Nuo, was the golden finger that had come from the Endless Sea to his doorstep!
The damage to the blood essence was irreparable. Linno recuperated in the small sect that he temporarily stayed in for more than three years before he slightly recovered his spirit. When he came out of seclusion, he realized that the sect had changed another batch of disciples to serve him. This was very normal in the cultivation world. These disciples would be changed every few days. Either they had reached a certain cultivation level and had their own cave abode, or they had reached the end of their lifespan and turned into a pile of yellow soil.
But this time, it was a little different. Among the new disciples, there was a seven or eight year old boy with delicate features, which made him particularly unpleasant to the eye.
Linno calmly drank a cup of tea and announced that he was going to continue his seclusion. Then, he returned to the secret room and crushed the Great Heaven and Earth Talisman.
Fang Tuo, this shameless guy, did he really think that he would become a tender yellow melon just because he was painted green? Hmph, if it wasn't for the Great Phoenix Perching Array that he had set up, Fang Tuo would still be a three-headed baby. How could he not recognize him?
After this encounter, Linno no longer wandered around the cultivation world. Instead, he mingled with the mortals and lived his life.
If looking for a person in the vast cultivation world was like looking for a needle in a haystack, then looking for a person in the mortal world was like looking for a drop of water in the ocean.
Anyway, his cultivation level could no longer be improved. It was not bad to live a peaceful life in the mortal world for a few years.
But he didn't expect that this person didn't fear death and went against the Heart Demon Oath and triggered the Thousand Threads Gu to find him. What was even more unexpected was that in just a few hundred years, his cultivation level was two realms higher than his. If not for this, even if he had the Thousand Threads Gu, he wouldn't have been able to use this method to help him break through.
If he had known this earlier, Linno gritted his teeth. He definitely wouldn't have saved him back then!
A pair of hands somewhat clumsily untied his belt.
Fang Tuo's low voice fell into his ears. There was a hint of pleading in it. "Bear with it one more time … Just this one more time … After I help you break through, you'll have another three thousand years. In three thousand years, I'll definitely find a panacea to cure you … "
Linno closed his eyes. His body trembled slightly, but his heart was cold. No matter how unbearable he was, Linno was unwilling to rely on a man he didn't love in exchange for cultivation level and life.
The system's voice sounded at the right time. "The main task has been completed. Do you choose to return?"
"Return."
It was unknown whether it was because he slept too much during the day or because the moonlight outside was too bright. Qin Song, who could sleep soundly in prison, actually couldn't sleep on the high bed and soft pillow. Qin Song tried several times but to no avail. He simply gave up. He got up and took out a few jars of fine wine hidden in the room. Just as he poured himself a bowl, he heard two people who were supposed to be sleeping soundly in the left and right side rooms. One of them flipped over the roof, while the other guarded outside the door.
Qin Song raised his voice. "You two, who wants to come in and drink with me?"
The one on the roof moved twice and then quieted down. The one outside the door was as steady as Mount Tai.
Since no one came, Qin Song could only drink by himself. As soon as the wine entered his mouth, Qin Song wanted to curse. It was obviously the taste in his memory. It was obviously his favorite Jiangnan wine. Why did he feel that it was — f * cking disgusting?! How dare this thing be called wine?!
Forget it. If the strength isn't enough, I'll make up for it with the quantity.
Qin Song drank the whole jar of wine until he was dizzy. In the end, he lost consciousness. He didn't even react when someone came in and put him on the bed. Instead, he had a bizarre dream all night.
In the dream, he stood high in the clouds. With a wave of his sleeve, the sea rolled back and the sky and earth turned upside down. With a draw of his sword, the mountains collapsed and the earth cracked. He galloped freely and was very happy … Unfortunately, when he woke up in the morning, he was still a useless scholar who couldn't even truss a chicken.
After a simple freshening up, he came out. Han Pu and Yu Sheng were fighting in the courtyard. Qin Song watched for a while and felt that it was interesting. He casually broke a willow branch and called out, "Han Pu!"
Han Pu turned around. "What?"
Qin Song laughed. "Watch my sword."
A "sword" pierced toward him.
Han Pu rolled his eyes. Before he could say "Don't mess around", his pupils suddenly shrank. He seemed to want to withdraw and retreat, but he also seemed to want to raise his sword to block. In the end, he just stood there blankly, watching the soft willow branch stop in front of his forehead.
Looking at Han Pu's scattered pupils and the big cold sweat on his forehead, Qin Song slowly withdrew his "sword". He smiled and said, "How was it?"
Han Pu felt that his heart had just started beating again. He stared at Qin Song for a while as if he was looking at a monster. He swallowed with difficulty. "This, last night, you …"
Qin Song nodded. Han Pu let out a series of strange cries and rushed out.
Qin Song laughed.
Yu Sheng said blankly, "What's wrong with him?"
Qin Song laughed. "He probably feels that he has lived his life in vain …"
Before he finished speaking, Han Pu's strange cries came from outside the door. "I have lived my life in vain for the past twenty years! Oh my God, how can you bully people like this … "
Yu Sheng put away his weapons — the two short swords. He said, "I'll tell them to set up the table."
Qin Song nodded. His eyes narrowed. He did not deliberately hide his acquaintance with Han Pu. In any case, when he was in the Southern Chu, he had a lot of friends. He also knew some heroes who were good at martial arts. It was reasonable that his friends were worried about his situation and came to help. With Han Pu's skills, if he really accidentally sold himself to him, it would be suspicious.
What surprised him was Yu Sheng's reaction. Unless Yu Sheng was blind, he should have seen through it. But he was indifferent. It was not that he hid it too well. It was just that he did not care and did not care about it.
This Shadow Guard was so innocent that it was a little scary.
Qin Song retracted his mind and thrust out his "sword" again. This time, however, he couldn't find the feeling of the casual stab when he was joking just now. He tried several times in a row, but each time was more useless than the previous one … Fortunately, he had never thought of reaching the sky in a single bound. Shrugging his shoulders, he threw away the willow branch and went to have breakfast.
Because Han Pu ran away without a trace, only Qin Song and Yu Sheng could eat breakfast. When Han Pu came back, Qin Song had already finished practicing his swordsmanship. He was doing woodwork with Yu Sheng.
"The sword you wanted!" Han Pu casually put a sheathed sword in front of Qin Song. He said proudly, "I did everything you asked me to do."
Qin Song knew he was talking about the teahouse. He nodded. His eyes fell on the sword in front of him. The veins on his forehead began to throb.
Han Pu smiled and said, "Didn't you want a heavier sword? I promise, this is the heaviest sword in the whole Qin Capital! "
Qin Song also believed that this was indeed the heaviest "sword" in the Qin Capital. A small part of the sword was stuck in the ground. The hilt almost reached his chest. The sword was almost two palms wide. Although he could not see the thickness of the sword in the scabbard, looking at its length and width, it was definitely not thin. One could imagine the weight of such a sword.
Qin Song pulled the sword out of the scabbard after pulling it up from the ground. He was not tall enough, so it was a little difficult for him to pull the sword out directly. Then Qin Song found that with his strength, it was not difficult to lift it up. But if he wanted to hold the hilt and hold it flat … he was still far from it.
"Did you do it on purpose?" Qin Song played with the sword and said casually.
This was definitely revenge! Didn't I just scare him with the willow branch? What a petty person!
Han Pu firmly denied, "Didn't you want a heavy sword? It wasn't easy for me to get it! "
It would be strange if Qin Song believed him. He lowered his head to study his new sword. Although it looked a little strange, it was definitely a good sword. The material and refining methods were all first-class. Moreover, Qin Song smelled a strong smell of blood … This sword had seen blood, and it was very likely that it had killed countless people.
Then he thought of the word "nong" that Han Pu mentioned and asked, "Whose sword is this?"
Han Pu laughed. Yu Sheng answered, "It was used by the General of Qi, Wang Meng."
Qin Song knew Wang Meng. He was a famous vanguard in Da Qi. He was eight feet tall and had extraordinary strength. Every time he attacked a city, he rushed to the front and killed countless people. In the countries bordering Da Qi, his name had the magical effect of stopping children from crying at night.
"Wang Meng came to the Qin Capital?"
Han Pu coldly snorted, "Not only did he come, but he was also very arrogant. A few days ago, he rode his horse on the street and injured countless people. After being warned by the King Of Qin, although he no longer rode his horse, he was still so arrogant. That day, he casually destroyed someone's stall. The stall owner mustered up the courage to ask him for compensation, but he was almost beaten to death by him. He also knocked out two of the small officials who came to stop him … I saw it with my own eyes more than just these two times. I heard that he also caught a few young women on the street and ruined them. Now, even the slightly prettier women don't dare to go out! "
"When I went out today, I happened to see him take a big basket full of buns and leave after eating them. He didn't even return the basket … I don't like him no matter how I look at him. Plus, you wanted a heavy sword, so I took his sword."
Qin Song held the sword with both hands and forced himself to draw an ugly sword flower. He asked, "Did you steal it or snatch it?"
"Uh," Han Pu scratched his head and said, "It can be considered … half stealing and half snatching?"
Yu Sheng raised his head and asked, "What do you mean by half stealing and half snatching?"
Qin Song continued, "It means that when you steal something and are discovered by others, you can only take the thing and run away!"
"Nonsense!" Han Pu said angrily, "Do you think I'm that useless? I only left after exchanging a few moves with him, okay? "
Qin Song stabbed the sword into the ground and said, "Take it and return it to him."
Han Pu said unhappily, "Even if you don't like it, you don't have to return it to him, right? In order to snatch this thing, he almost broke my bones. "
Qin Song said, "It's precisely because I like it that I want you to return it to him so that I can get it back openly. When I go to the battlefield in the future, do you think I'll use a stolen weapon?"
"You want to go …" Thinking of the sword in the morning, Han Pu changed his words halfway and said, "In any case, I'm not going!" As an assassin, he had always been in charge of killing, not burying. Asking him to return something, there was no way!
Qin Song didn't force him and said, "Yu Sheng, take the sword to the yamen and say that you picked it up on the road. Ask them to help you put up a notice to find the owner."
Before Yu Sheng could answer, Han Pu laughed and said, "I like this idea! With a notice, wouldn't Wang Meng's reputation be ruined? Haha! I'll go, I'll go! "
Qin Song snorted coldly and said, "Are you going to tell the yamen that you're the thief?"
"I …" Han Pu, who had been demoted to a thief, was so angry that he couldn't say anything. Yu Sheng was right next to him, so he couldn't even refute that he wasn't a thief but an assassin.
Yu Sheng took the sword and left.
Qin Song continued to cut the wood, and Han Pu took over the work that Yu Sheng left behind.
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