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Linno crawled two more steps before he turned over and leaned against the mountain rock. He moved..,
The thin ice formed by the water stains on his body made a soft sound like broken jade,
It rustled down,
He was too lazy to waste his spiritual energy to form any water-repelling spell,
So he let it be.
"Ding!" A sudden sound rang in his mind. Linno frowned impatiently,
There was no more reaction.
"Ding! The main quest has been completed,
Do you choose to return? "
Linno sneered: this unlucky system is getting worse and worse,
Main quest? That thing has never given me a fart main quest!
If it wasn't for the fact that the hard drive of that thing had already collapsed..,
It would be that it had come out with a new style: collect the punishment of 100 ignored missions and 10,000 negative missions in exchange for completing the main quest once?
Linno didn't take the so-called "return" to heart. Ever since he was entangled by this crazy system, he had completed a lot of messy missions, but he didn't get a reward.
However, he didn't get a single reward. Later on, when he asked it for help after that incident,
It didn't respond at all as if it was dead.
Later, Linno treated its words like farts,
But he didn't expect that this broken system, which seemed to have no ability, had all kinds of ways to torture people. From then on, Linno would be tortured to death by it every few days because of the "negative missions". In comparison..,
The heavenly tribulation that made people pale at the mention of it was child's play.
If it were someone else..,
They might have been tamed by it,
They would have easily completed any mission that was not difficult to avoid suffering. However, Linno was stubborn by nature. Not only did he not compromise, but he also disliked this thing even more. Since it had such a method, then his matter back then was just a piece of cake to it. He had completed so many missions before and had not asked for any rewards. It was not too much to ask for its help this time. But not only did it not help, it did not even say a word. Obviously, it only treated him as a tool to get whatever it wanted. If he was still used by it, it would be cheap.
"Crazy" was Lin Nuo's own assessment of the system's malevolence. It was not an objective assessment, but this time, it really seemed like it was crazy. Putting aside the fact that this inexplicable main mission was inexplicably completed, the punishment just now was also inexplicable. In the past, the system would always issue the mission first, and after he ignored the mission for a period of time, only then would the system start tormenting him. Before tormenting him, there would be a warning, so why did it come for no reason this time?
Linno was too lazy to think about it. He was not a smart person. He could not understand this kind of thing with his brain alone.
Closing his eyes, Linno began to absorb the pitiful amount of spiritual energy around him to slowly nourish his body. However, he sighed in his heart. How did he live a life worse than a sh * t-stirrer?
Linno had lived two lives. In his previous life, he was not an orphan, but he was almost an orphan. His father, who went out to work, met his mother, who went out to work, and they had him. When she was eight months pregnant, the two of them went back to their hometown to have a child. Half a month after he was born, his father went out to work again. When he was almost three months old, his mother said that she went to find his father, and then there was no more.
His grandfather passed away when he was nine years old. He took out his grandfather's savings and asked the neighbor to help with the funeral. It was not easy to contact his father, but his father said that he could not ask for leave. As for his mother … according to his father, they never got a marriage certificate. According to his father, he had not seen his mother since he left the village ten years ago.
After his grandfather passed away, Linno lived a good life for the first few years. He rented the land to the neighbors to farm, and the money he earned was enough to fill his stomach. The school helped him to waive the fees. The neighbors knew about his situation, and if there was anything to eat, they would share it with him. If there was any old clothes that he could not wear, they would also help him.
Linno did not refuse these good intentions. He remembered them all in his heart. On weekends, he would help with the farm work. After class, he would also help with things like peeling cotton and picking peanuts.
This was a small return of the favor.
When he was twelve years old, a foreign company came to do development. His father came back and sold the land and the house. He took the money and left. The neighbors who used to take care of him also left because of the relocation. Linno's life was completely ruined.
Fortunately, he knew that his family was in trouble. In the past, he skipped and skipped in school. At the age of twelve, he was already in the third year of middle school. After he took the high school entrance exam and got his graduation certificate, Linno went out to work as a little drifter.
Because he was too young, he did not want to pretend to be a beggar. He believed that he had the ability to work, and did not have the qualifications to be a beggar. Unfortunately, the law did not recognize his ability to work. Linno, who could not find a job, had a hard time drifting in the beginning. Later, he finally found a "permanent job."
Although it was illegal to hire child labor, there was an exception, and that was filming TV shows and movies.
Little beggars in ragged clothes lying on the street, little scholars sitting in school shaking their heads, and children's corpses being mercilessly slaughtered by the Japanese … No matter what kind of job it was, Linno did not refuse it. In this way, not only did he support himself, but he also went to high school.
Of course, he studied like this for three days and two days. Being able to get a graduation certificate was already good enough. University was out of the question. But no matter what, as he grew older, his ability to earn money gradually increased. His life also became better and better. He even became a little famous, and bought a house and a car.
After he became famous, his father "admired" him and came looking for him. He expressed his longing, guilt, and other feelings, and asked him for money, a car, and a house. Linno did not let him think too much. As long as he had money on hand, he gave it to him.
Linno's friends were very angry. They scolded him, saying that it was better not to have such a father, and that it was better to feed money to a dog than to give it to him. Linno's answer was: Grandpa raised him not easily. That person was grandpa's only son. What he wanted was something that he kept for himself. So what if he gave it to him?
This answer seemed to be magnanimous, but in fact, it was frighteningly cold. In the end, he simply did not see that person as his father.
Just like that, he lived a smooth life for nearly thirty years. He really felt that he had lived a smooth life for the past few decades. Although his experience seemed to be full of ups and downs in the eyes of others, Linno did not encounter any obstacles that made it impossible for him to continue living. Just when he thought that his life would be like this, he transmigrated.
One day, after taking a shower, he lay on the bed and played with his phone for a while. He turned off the lights and went to sleep. When he woke up, he was in his mother's womb, and this life began.
In this life, he finally had a father and a mother. He very obediently studied, wrote, and practiced martial arts. Later, when he found out that this was a Xianxia world, he very seriously began to cultivate. Just like that, he lived a peaceful life for more than ten years. Suddenly, one day, in order to curry favor with the main branch and get more cultivation resources, his father asked him to fight for a mission to "help the main branch's cousin break off the engagement". He was about to refuse when suddenly, a "ding" sound rang in his head. The voice that made him gnash his teeth in hatred appeared for the first time. "Plot activated. Side mission: peacefully resolve the issue of Fang Tuo and Lin Ling-er's engagement."
Plot, Fang Tuo, Lin Ling-er … These nouns were like a bolt of lightning. Linno instantly froze. He thought that he was still called Linno because he had transmigrated. He did not expect that he had actually transmigrated into a book!
He had transmigrated into a book. Moreover, he had transmigrated into the book's most attractive and popular male supporting character, who was affectionately called a "shit-stirrer" by the readers, the "first male supporting character"!
He was said to be attractive because the world's most beautiful woman, Lin Ling-er, was his cousin. Linno, who was 70% to 80% similar to Lin Ling-er in appearance, was naturally also a super handsome man. At least in this book, there was no man more handsome than him.
He was said to be popular because the motivation for many readers to follow the novel was to see Linno get slapped in the face and make a fool of himself. Every time he appeared, the comments below were even more enthusiastic than when the male lead acted cool.
As for his shit-stirrer skills, just look at his popularity and you can see it. At that time, Linno's friend dragged him to read this novel because he wanted to use this shit-stirrer who had the same name as him to disgust him.
Now that Linno was here, he naturally would not rush to be a shit-stirrer. He almost immediately decided on his next course of action: safety first, stay away from the male lead.
Anyone who had read this book would know that Fang Tuo was a jinx. Other than the female lead, Lin Ling-er, the closer anyone got to him, the faster they would die. Therefore, befriending him was absolutely out of the question!
Of course, befriending him was even more out of the question. As a shuang novel, Fang Tuo's enemies all died more miserably than the last!
As for secretly snatching the male lead's opportunity, Linno did not even think about it. Facts have proven that anyone who wants to snatch the male lead's opportunity will eventually become the male lead's opportunity!
On the same cliff, the male lead would definitely not die if he jumped down. There were also spiritual fruits and inheritances waiting on him. If it was someone else jumping down … Hehe, you can go in peace.
It would be useless even if you guarded it for a thousand or ten thousand years. It was guaranteed that the second it matured, you would coincidentally walk away and the male lead would appear.
In the mystic realm where danger lurked everywhere, the male lead would be resolute and decisive if he barged in. If you barged in, that would be called being reckless and blinded by greed.
In the trial of death, the male lead would always be the only one. Even if someone else went in ninety thousand times, they would still die …
But no matter what, he still had to go and cancel the engagement. Otherwise, if someone else went and completely offended the male lead who was still a mortal, it would not be good if his entire family was destroyed.
After politely canceling the engagement, Linno strictly carried out his own plan. Under his intentional circumstances, for more than three thousand years, including the two times he brushed past Fang Tuo, the number of times he met him did not exceed ten, and the number of times they spoke did not exceed four sentences each time …
As for the final result, it was really f * cking … Hehe.
But he clearly did not even know what kind of poem this was, and even more did not understand what the "Han" in the Qin and Han Dynasties referred to.
Was he possessed by some kind of wandering ghost? Thinking of the familiar power that surged out of nowhere that day, compared to being possessed by a wandering ghost, he would rather believe that he was the wandering ghost.
However, the memories and emotions from his childhood were so clear and deep.
… …
When Han Pu finished tidying up and came out, Qin Song was no longer in the room. Han Pu was very familiar with the hostage residence, and quickly found him in the garden.
Qin Song was performing a sword dance.
Qin Song was performing a sword dance. Qin Song was good at the zither, good at singing, and good at dancing, but he was not good at the sword. In his hands, the sword was just a dancing prop.
Qin Song was performing a sword dance. Although it was flashy and impractical, it was extremely beautiful.
Under the bright moonlight, the body of the youth in white seemed to be glowing. The wide sleeves that fluttered like clouds, the flexible waist, the fluttering black hair, the cold gleam of the longsword … Han Pu couldn't describe it, but he felt that every movement of the young man exuded a fatal attraction. His eyes were hooked, and his heart was beating wildly. He didn't dare to speak, and he didn't dare to breathe …
The youth's movements were originally slow and graceful, but towards the end, they gradually became more and more intense. The person moved and flipped on the ground, the sword danced and stabbed in the air, each strike faster than the previous one, each strike heavier than the previous one … Han Pu's ears seemed to hear the sound of war drums shaking the heavens, and his eyes seemed to see the fury of thunder descending. He only felt his heart palpitating, and was unable to return to his senses for a long time.
Finally, the thunder stopped, the drums stopped, and the wind calmed down.
Qin Song sheathed his sword, and saw Han Pu's stupidly staring eyes and mouth wide open. He frowned and said, "What's wrong?"
However, although he looked stupid, it was not annoying. His eyes were clear and bright, and there was only admiration and nothing else.
Han Pu swallowed his saliva and said, "I finally understand why Qin Yue treated you so …"
Qin Song interrupted, "Qin Yue has never seen me perform a sword dance."
"Ah?" That's not possible, right?
Qin Song said indifferently, "Qin Song's sword dance is a pastime, but it is for me, Qin Song, to pass the time, to amuse myself, and not to please others."
"Oh …" Han Pu did not know how to continue. He thought for a while and said, "Why don't I teach you swordsmanship?"
Qin Song looked at him in surprise, and shook his head and said, "No need." In this era, skills could not be taught easily, let alone martial arts that could help one settle down and establish one's life. Moreover, he did not feel that he needed this kind of thing.
Han Pu advised, "Your sword dance was indeed beautiful, but swords are used to kill people. What's the use of just being beautiful?"
Qin Song said, "If I can create the world's most beautiful sword dance, then naturally I can create the world's most powerful swordsmanship as well."
Han Pu said, "Beautiful and killing people are two different things, okay? According to what you said, aren't those little beauties dancing all experts? "
"They can't, but I can." Qin Song paused, and said with certainty, "Of course I can."
Han Pu was speechless at Qin Song's inexplicable confidence, and said, "Even if you want to create your own swordsmanship, you have to first familiarize yourself with …"
Han Pu could not finish his words because he found that Qin Song was no longer performing sword dance, but practicing a single straight thrust over and over again. He closed his eyes, as if he was repeating the same simple and boring action, but Han Pu, who was proficient in swordsmanship, was frightened. Qin Song's every action was not exactly the same. He seemed to be constantly making subtle adjustments to make this strike faster, more accurate, more ruthless, and more invulnerable! All of this seemed to be instinctive.
He suddenly believed Qin Song's words. He might really be able to create the world's most powerful swordsmanship. So in this world, there were really geniuses who were born to use swords?
Qin Song closed his eyes and gestured, and said, "If you have nothing to do, go and find me a sword."
Han Pu was not willing to leave now, and said resentfully, "Isn't that a sword in your hand?"
Qin Song said, "It's too light."
A sword for dancing and a sword for killing were, after all, different.
"Oh."
Qin Song said, "You know where the money box is. Go and get it yourself."
Han Pu answered unhappily. He had just taken two steps when he suddenly felt that something was wrong. He turned around and saw that Qin Song had suddenly bent over and spat out a mouthful of blood. His face was pale, and his body was somewhat unstable.
Han Pu's expression changed greatly. He took two steps to Qin Song's side, helped him to sit down on a stone bench, and held his wrist.
Qin Song had long been accustomed to vomiting blood. He rinsed his mouth with tea and said in surprise, "You also know medicine?"
Han Pu said unhappily, "Shut up, don't talk!"
After a long time, he released his hand with a dignified expression and said, "How did you get such a serious internal injury? You were fine last time … "
Suddenly, his expression changed dramatically, and he said angrily, "What did Qin Yue do to you?"
Qin Song could not help but think of those disgusting things. His expression was somewhat ugly, and he said, "It's just a small injury. Don't take it to heart."
"A small injury?" Han Pu said angrily, "Do you know what kind of situation you are in? Right now, you're like a vase that's covered in cracks but hasn't completely shattered. A gust of wind or a cough might cause you to scatter! "
He bent over and squatted in front of Qin Song, and said in a low voice, "Come up!"
"What are you doing?"
Han Pu said with a sullen face, "I'll take you back to your room first, and then I'll call a doctor."
Qin Song found it difficult to explain his current physical condition, and he was too lazy to explain, so he said, "There is a green porcelain bottle in the box in my room. It contains the medicine that Qin Yi made. You ran fast, help …"
Before he could finish his words, Han Pu had already run off without a trace.
Qin Song closed his eyes and recalled the feeling when he was practicing the sword just now. He always felt that something was missing, as if there was a thin barrier separating him from something that he could not touch no matter how hard he tried.
What should he do … he could not find another person to anger him again, could he?
While he was frowning and pondering, his wrist was suddenly grabbed. Qin Song opened his eyes and saw Han Pu looking at him angrily. He said angrily, "Do you want to die?"
Qin Song looked at his right hand that was grabbed by Han Pu, and silently relaxed his fingers that had unknowingly formed a sword. He pushed away Han Pu's hand and poured himself a glass of water.
Han Pu's face was very ugly. He said, "You still haven't given up?" Otherwise, why would he still be thinking about the sword art at this time?
Qin Song frowned. He did not want to lie to Han Pu, and he also could not explain his current condition. Although his injuries looked serious, they were not fatal. That force had broken his body, but at the same time, it was firmly glued together and constantly improved his physique. It could be said that in his current condition, other than spitting out a small mouthful of blood from time to time and feeling pain for a while, he was actually in better condition than anyone else.
He said, "Han Pu, I asked you to follow me, but it doesn't mean that you can interfere with my business at will." He wanted to say that he was fine, but he needed someone to believe him!
Han Pu said angrily, "Is it worth it for you to risk your life for a Qin Yue?"
Qin Song did not say anything. He held the glass and sipped slowly.
Han Pu saw that he did not take his words seriously, so he said angrily, "Well, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't be injured like this. Since you can't let it go, I'll kill him for you!"
He turned around and left.
Qin Song shouted, "Han Pu!"
Qin Yue had just recovered from his serious injuries and was at his most vigilant state. What was the difference between an assassination at this time and seeking death?
Han Pu stopped, but did not turn around. He said coldly, "You told me to stay out of your business, then stay out of my business as well!"
"I also don't want to stay out of your business, but I have a few things to say to you." Qin Song said calmly, "First, my injury has nothing to do with Qin Yue, and it has nothing to do with you. Don't take everything on yourself. Second, I did not risk my life. Even if I risked my life, it would not be for Qin Yue. It could only be for myself. Thirdly, I know better than anyone else what is going on with my injury. It won't get better just because I take care of it, and it won't worsen just because I practice martial arts. "
Qin Song paused and continued, "It's up to you whether you believe these words or not. If you want to kill Qin Yue, it's up to you. But it has nothing to do with me. If you want to die, don't use my name."
Han Pu didn't move for a long time. Qin Song was annoyed by his stubbornness, but he saw Han Pu suddenly turn around, return to Qin Song's side and sit down. He put the medicine bottle on the stone table and poured another cup of water for Qin Song attentively. He smiled and said, "Take the medicine, take the medicine!"
Qin Song stared at him. How could this person's face change so quickly?
Han Pu said with a smile, "Of course I believe your words. But it's rare for you to be so concerned about me and say so many words in one breath. I wanted to hear more, but you didn't say anything after waiting for so long. "
Qin Song was speechless and took the medicine silently.
Although Qin Yi's medicine was useless for his injury, it was very effective in relieving the pain. Every time he had an attack, he felt as if his whole body was being torn apart. Even though Qin Song was not afraid of pain, he still found it hard to bear.
Qin Song sat for a while and calmed down. He was about to drive Han Pu away so that he could continue practicing swordsmanship when he suddenly heard voices. He turned around and saw a few lanterns swaying in the woods. It seemed that they were heading toward his small courtyard.
Han Pu said, "It should be the silly big guy coming back with people."
…
Yu Sheng left with four people, but came back with forty people. Men and women of all ages stood in a few rows, waiting for Qin Song to choose. The manager stood on the side carefully and said that he was not considerate.
The staff of the hostage residence was supposed to be provided by Daqin, so Qin Song did not refuse. He chose four women in their thirties or forties who looked neat and tidy, and asked the manager to take the others back. The manager strongly advised him to keep a cook, a sewing nanny, two coachmen, and a servant.
Yu Sheng took the people to settle down. Han Pu sighed and complained, "People pick young and beautiful people, but you … at least leave one for us to look at!"
When Qin Song was in Southern Chu, he also liked to use young and beautiful girls. But now, he had changed his mind. If a girl was born beautiful, even if she was a servant who sold her body, it was inevitable that she would be arrogant. He used to be happy to coax them. Even if the girls threw tantrums at him, he also felt that it was interesting … but now, he did not have such thoughts.
He frowned and said, "Don't you think he is too attentive? I feel like I have overlooked something. "
Han Pu said, "How can it be? Qin Yue is so infatuated. It would be strange if he is not attentive, right? "
"Ying …" Qin Song suddenly realized that he was really confused!
When he was captured by Qin Yue, he felt that he was going to die. In order to protect Yi An, he told Qin Yue that only by pretending to be infatuated with Yi An could he confuse the Qi people. But no matter how infatuated Qin Yue was with Yi An, he would not let go of the assassin who directly attacked him.
Now that he was here alive, it was obvious that he replaced Yi An's position of being "infatuated" …
Qin Song touched his forehead and said, "Tomorrow, take my token to Nan An Teahouse and tell them that I will go to drink tea in two days. Ask them to reserve a room by the window facing the south."
Han Pu blinked, "Huh?"
It was just a cup of tea. Did it have to be so troublesome?
Qin Song said lightly, "If I stay here, I will be like a sparrow with its wings tied. What's the use of practicing martial arts? I have to leave Daqin first. "
Han Pu said, "Leave Daqin? Isn't it easy? This is my profession … "
He suddenly remembered that this young man's ability to escape was not inferior to his. He suddenly said, "You want to leave openly? I think you should stop dreaming. How can Qin Yue let you go? "
Qin Song said, "Don't say it is impossible if you haven't tried it."
He got up and went back to his room.
If his wrists were not chained to the bed, this treatment was not bad.
"Young master, you are awake?" A petite girl with a round face and big eyes came in with a bowl of medicine. She smiled and said, "The doctor also said that he would wake up around this time, so I went to boil the medicine. By the way, young master can call me Little Peach. "
She put down the bowl of medicine and raised Qin Song's head higher. She said, "Young master had a fever last night. This is the medicine prescribed by the doctor. Come, let me feed you. "
It was now the cold of spring. Qin Song was in a thin layer of clothing and was tossed around for so long. He was even splashed with water. It would be strange if he did not fall sick. He frowned and asked, "Where is this place?"
Little Peach said in surprise, "This is the palace. Young master, you don't know? Yes, young master was sick last night and was in a daze … "
She smiled sweetly and said, "Yesterday, the king personally arranged for you. Young master, please be sure to treat your injuries … I have been here for three or four years and have never seen the king so attentive to anyone!"
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