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A moment later,
Linno stood up with the help of the mountain rock,
His movements just now were a little big,
Someone might come to check,
In order to avoid trouble,
It was better for him to leave as soon as possible. He lived quite comfortably in the nearby village,
He didn't want to move for the time being.
"Huoer."
As he called out in a low voice, the pitch-black lake rippled gently, as if something had broken free. Then, the lake instantly returned to its green color, but in the next moment,
It began to freeze at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a huge piece of white ice, and from time to time, it made a crushing sound.
As the lake water froze, the surrounding air also became somewhat distorted,
White mist surged out of nowhere, getting thicker and thicker.
Linno stretched out his right hand, and a flame-shaped hole appeared in the thick mist, jumping happily into his palm.
Linno flicked his left hand,
The flame suddenly appeared,
A pale blue flame about a foot long appeared on his fingertip.
The broken ice on his body disappeared in an instant,
The thick mist also retreated to a distance of thirty feet away.
After the thick mist retreated,
The invisible flame in his palm was completely invisible. Only the blue flame in his left hand seemed to be sucked in by something, slowly disappearing.
Linno flicked the "top" of Huoer's "head" and said, "Thanks to you this time. When I recover, I'll treat you to a full meal."
If it weren't for Huoer going down to the lake and creating such a lake of "water" that was several times colder than ice, he might not have been able to survive this time. Nowadays, the system's methods were getting more and more despicable.
Huoer jumped twice in his palm, expressing its joy vaguely, and jumped into his glabella. Linno turned around and left.
Ever since he was seriously injured last time, Linno's body had become a sieve. It was not easy to save up some spirit energy. In addition, he had nothing to do, so after crossing two mountains, Linno landed and walked on two legs.
Not long after, a 'white cloud' descended and stopped about ten meters in front of him. Seven or eight people stood on it and looked down at him. One of the boys, who looked to be about thirteen or fourteen years old, asked coldly, "Did you see anything strange in your surroundings when you were here?"
Linno asked back, "What strange scene?"
The boy's expression turned cold. Just as he was about to get angry, a person beside him said, "He's just a mortal. What can he know? Let's hurry over and check. Don't let others beat us to it. "
The boy snorted and rode the "white cloud" away. Linno heard a cold voice, "How dare you not bow in front of us immortals. Because of your ignorance, I'll only give you a light punishment today. If there's a next time, you'll be killed without mercy."
As soon as he finished speaking, a yellow fireball floated over from the sky. Clearly, in order to increase its deterrence, the caster deliberately slowed down its flying speed. However, it had a lock-on function, so no matter how slow it flew, it was not something that mortals could dodge.
Linno called "Huoer", but Huoer did not move at all. It only showed a hint of disdain. Obviously, it thought that the fireball's level was too low, so it was unwilling to eat it. Linno had no choice but to watch the fireball float into his left arm. He waved his hand again to get rid of the impurities in it. He also hated eating this kind of low-level flame. Although he could get a little energy, there were too many impurities, which spoiled his appetite.
When he returned to the village, it was already late. Linno looked at the rising smoke with a smile on his face. In this world, what was more warm and moving than the smoke at home and the dim light in front of the window?
However, when he got closer, he did not hear the familiar laughter of children. Instead, he smelled a faint smell of blood. Linno frowned slightly and followed the smell of blood to Huzi's house at the entrance of the village. When he entered the door, he saw Huzi lying on the kang with a big hole in his chest. Huzi's mother was holding Huzi's body and trembling with tears, but she did not dare to make any sound.
Lin Nuo stood there quietly, not making any sound. A few days ago, when he went out, Hu Zi was still hugging his leg, pestering him to bring back a live rabbit. That pair of black eyes were curved into crescents when he smiled, and when he opened his mouth to reveal his white teeth that were not yet fully grown, it made one's heart soften.
In the end, Lin Nuo still failed to bring back the little rabbit that he promised. However, Huzi could no longer jump up. He looked at Lin Nuo with his big eyes shrouded in mist. Only when Lin Nuo took out the grass grasshopper from his pocket would he smile again.
The sound of hurried footsteps came from behind. Lin Nuo turned around and saw Huzi's father and three elder brothers coming out of the room with shovels and kitchen knives in their hands. Their faces were filled with grief, anger, and fear.
"Don't go! Don't go! " Huzi's mother rushed out and blocked the door with tears in her eyes. Her voice was shrill, "If you want to go out, you have to kill me first! Let me die first! Let me die first! "
Huzi's eldest brother cried out, "Mother! Brother can't just … "
Huzi's mother plopped down on the ground and hugged Huzi's father's leg. She sobbed, "… I don't have Huzi anymore. I beg you, even if it's for me … Don't die, I beg you, don't die … Wu wu …"
She knelt on the ground and desperately held the person in her arms. She was afraid that if she let go, he would become a cold corpse like Huzi.
Feeling his wife's fear and despair, Huzi's father dropped the shovel in his hand and hugged his trembling wife. The other children rushed up and cried together.
How could they not know that what awaited them was only death? They didn't even have the ability to splash blood on that person's clothes … But how could they bear it? How could they bear it?
Linno was silent for a moment and turned to go out. Outside the door, a six or seven-year-old boy was waiting for him, "Uncle, father was afraid that you would cause trouble, so he asked me to come to the village entrance to welcome you."
Linno nodded and didn't say anything.
The boy wiped his tears and said, "An hour ago, a few immortals came to the village and killed Huzi's cow. Huzi was angry and went to question them, then …"
"Where are they?"
"At the threshing field …" The boy was halfway through his words when he saw Linno turn around. He was scared out of his wits and rushed up to hold Linno's leg tightly, crying loudly, "Uncle, uncle! Don't go … Uncle, I'm scared … Don't die, don't die … "
Linno bent down to pick up the boy and wiped the tears on his little face with his fingertips. He smiled and said, "Good boy, Dog is so cute. How can I bear to die? I won't die. "
He walked slowly to the threshing field with the Dog in his arms. The Dog seemed to realize something and stopped crying with tears in his eyes. He hugged his neck tightly. On the way, there were a few more people behind them. Huzi's mother finally couldn't keep the men in the family, so she had to pick up the kitchen knife and walk out of the house with them.
Huzi's elder brother was holding Huzi's corpse in his arms … Since they were going to die, it was better for the family to die together.
There were a lot of people on the threshing field. They were killing chickens, slaughtering sheep and roasting cows. These people lowered their heads and did their work silently. Suddenly, someone noticed this group of people and became anxious. He desperately waved his hand and asked them to leave quickly.
Several people sitting on the other side drinking tea and chatting didn't care about the arrival of Linno and the others. The thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy in the middle snorted and said, "I clearly felt that the heaven and earth were shaking and the Reiki was dispersing there, but there was nothing but a large piece of ice. Someone must have taken advantage of it!"
"There may also be traces left by masters fighting there …"
Linno walked forward slowly with the little boy in his arms and asked, "Why did you kill them?"
The young man in white who was interrupted by him raised his hand and shot out a clear light, saying casually, "Reckless things."
He turned back and continued, "… The people who fought were at least masters of the Gold Core Stage, who could freeze the whole lake at once …"
He didn't finish his words and opened his eyes wide in horror. He watched the man in front of him pinch his neck and lift him up from the stool. He smiled gently at the child in his arms, "Are you afraid of death?"
Dog shook his head with tears in his eyes, "No!"
He was not afraid of death, he was only afraid of the people around him.
The young man had a bad premonition in his heart. His eyes widened and his mouth opened and closed. Unfortunately, he couldn't make any sound. The corpse with its neck broken was thrown to the side.
"You … You …"
Linno's eyes swept over the several people who were scared silly and finally fell on the young man. He still asked, "Why did you kill them?"
The young man's lips trembled slightly. Until now, he still didn't feel any Reiki from this person. For this to happen, it was either this person was really a mortal, or his cultivation was far beyond his imagination.
He forced himself to calm down, stood up and saluted, "I didn't know that senior was here. I was rude. Junior Zhuo Ying is … "
Linno interrupted, "Why did you kill them?"
Zhuo Ying's gaze swept over Hu Zi's body, and she said, "That child made a big fuss in front of this junior, and was too rude, so this junior punished him a little … Now that I think about it, I really shouldn't have bothered with a child. In a moment, this junior will … Uh, Se … Senior …"
But his neck was squeezed by a hand.
Linno said indifferently, "Since you killed for no reason, then pay with your life. Why so much nonsense."
Zhuo Ying was scared out of her wits. She knew that in the next moment, this person would not hesitate to break her neck. She screamed, "He was just an ant-like mortal. His lifespan was only a few decades. Sooner or later, he would die. So what if I killed him? What's the big deal …"
Her voice stopped abruptly.
Linno threw away his corpse. The remaining six white clothed "immortals" finally reacted. They took out their magic tools and surrounded him, but did not dare to make a move. One of them shouted, "For a mere mortal, you dare to kill our young master. Do you know who our young master is …"
Linno said, "He was just a foundation establishment stage cultivator. His lifespan was not more than 300 years. So what if I killed him? What's the big deal." It was the words of the young man from before.
That person choked and said, "Our young master is still a child. What's wrong with him …"
Linno turned his head and looked at him. He asked curiously, "Are you trying to reason with me?"
That person said proudly, "That's right! Although senior's cultivation is outstanding, you still can't … "
Halfway through his words, he lowered his head and looked at his empty chest. There was only a big hole left. He slowly fell down.
Linno said, "Just now, when Huzi came to reason with you, he seemed to have gotten this answer … I hope I didn't answer wrongly. I've always liked people who reason with me, and I'm also willing to reason with others."
But in this world, there were always some people who would only reason with people who were stronger than them. Every time he met this kind of person, Linno was not willing to waste his breath on them. He would just casually kill them. Because for these people, reason was no longer reason. It was a tool to hurt others and protect themselves.
No one dared to answer him. Although the remaining five people were still "surrounding" him, they were trembling all over. They couldn't even hold the weapons in their hands tightly. No one knew if this person in front of them would kill them for some inexplicable reason in the next moment.
Fear was like a big hand, firmly grasping their hearts. At this moment, they finally understood how those mortals felt in front of them — there was no reason to reason, no justice to speak of. Life and death depended on whether others were happy or not.
Linno was a bit bored. He was not a person who liked to kill. He was not willing to kill people who had lost their courage. But he also knew that although these people were weak and harmless in front of him, once the threat was gone, they would reveal a ferocious face that was more terrifying than a tiger or a poisonous snake.
Just by looking at the bloody light above their heads, he knew that countless innocent people had died tragically in their hands.
"Since you treat others as ants, don't blame others for treating you as ants today."
Waving his sleeves, killing people.
After Han Pu left, Qin Song sat in a daze for a moment. He got up, found a brush and ink, and began to write: "The peaks gather like a gathering, the waves are like angry waves, the mountains and rivers on the surface of Tongguan Road. Gazing at the western capital, the intent hesitates. Grieving for the Qin and Han Dynasties, tens of thousands of palaces turned to dust. Prospering, the people suffer; perishing, the people suffer. "
Then he looked at what he had written in a daze.
When he heard Han Pu talk about his family, these words inexplicably appeared in his mind. It was just like the sentence "Born in sorrow and disaster, die in peace and happiness."
But he clearly didn't even know what kind of poem this was. He also didn't 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 had surged out of nowhere that day, compared to being possessed by a lonely ghost, he would rather believe that he was the lonely ghost.
However, the memories and emotions from when he was young 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 nothing more than 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 youth in white seemed to be glowing. The wide sleeves that fluttered like clouds, the flexible waist, the fluttering black hair, the long sword that emitted a cold light … Han Pu could not describe it, but he felt that every movement of the young man exuded a fatal attraction, attracting his eyes and making his heart beat wildly, causing him to not dare to speak, not daring to breathe … …
The youth's movements were originally slow and graceful, but towards the end, they gradually became more intense. The person moved and flipped on the ground, the sword danced and stabbed in the air, each strike faster than the last, each strike heavier than the last … Han Pu's ears seemed to hear the sound of war drums, and his eyes seemed to see thunder and lightning raging. He only felt frightened and was unable to recover for a long time.
Finally, the thunder stopped and the drums stopped, the wind and waves calmed down.
Qin Song sheathed his sword and saw Han Pu's stupid look with his eyes and mouth wide open. He frowned and said, "What's wrong?"
But although he was stupid, he wasn't 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 practice swordsmanship."
"Ah?" That's not possible, right?
Qin Song said indifferently, "Qin Song's swordsmanship is a pastime, but it's for me, Qin Song, to amuse myself and not to please others."
"Oh …" Han Pu didn't 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. "No need." In this era, skills couldn't be taught easily, let alone a martial art skill that could help one settle down and establish one's life. Moreover, he didn't think he needed it.
Han Pu advised, "Your swordsmanship was beautiful, but the sword is used to kill people. What's the use of being beautiful?"
Qin Song said, "If I can create the most beautiful swordsmanship in the world, I can naturally create the most powerful swordsmanship in the world."
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. He said, "Even if you want to create your own swordsmanship, you have to first familiarize yourself with …"
Han Pu couldn't finish his sentence because he found that Qin Song was no longer practicing the swordsmanship, but practicing a single 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 shocked. Qin Song's every action was different. 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 most powerful swordsmanship in the world. So in this world, there were really geniuses who were born to use swords?
Qin Song gestured with his eyes closed and said, "If you have nothing to do, go and find me a sword."
Han Pu was not willing to leave now. He said angrily, "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 something was wrong. He turned around and saw Qin Song suddenly bending over and spitting 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 and 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. 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. He said, "It's just a small injury. Don't take it to heart."
"Small injury?" Han Pu said angrily, "Do you know what kind of situation you are in now? 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. He said in a low voice, "Come up!"
"What are you doing?"
Han Pu said with a sullen face, "I will take you back to your room first, and then I will call a doctor."
Qin Song found it difficult to explain his current physical condition. He was too lazy to explain, so he said, "There is a green porcelain bottle in a 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. There was always something missing. It was as if the thing that was in his hand was now separated by a thin layer of barrier. No matter how hard he tried, he could not touch it.
What should he do … He could not find another person to anger him again, right?
While he was frowning and thinking, 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. He silently relaxed his fingers that had unknowingly formed a sword. He pushed Han Pu's hand away and poured himself a glass of water.
Han Pu's face was very ugly. He said, "You 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. Although that force had broken his body, at the same time, it had firmly glued his body together and was constantly improving his physique. It could be said that in his current condition, except for 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 does not mean that you can interfere in my business." He wanted to say that he was fine, but there had to be 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. He said angrily, "Well, if it were not for me, you would not have been injured like this. Since you can't let it go, I will kill him for you!"
He turned around and left.
Qin Song shouted, "Han Pu!"
Qin Yue had just recovered from his injuries and was at his most vigilant. What was the difference between an assassination at this time and seeking death?
Han Pu stopped, but did not look back. He said coldly, "You asked me to stay out of your business, then you should stay out of my business as well!"
"I am too lazy to care about your business, but there are a few things I want to make clear 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 is up to you whether you believe these words or not. If you want to kill Qin Yue, it is up to you. But it has nothing to do with me. If you want to die, don't use my name."
Han Pu did not move for a long time. Qin Song was angry at his stubbornness, but Han Pu suddenly turned around and sat down beside Qin Song. He put the medicine bottle on the stone table and poured another glass of water for him. He said with a smile, "Take the medicine, take the medicine!"
Qin Song stared at him. How could this person change his face so quickly?
Han Pu said with a smile, "Of course I believe your words. But it is rare for you to be so concerned about me and say so many words in one breath. I wanted to hear more. Who would have thought that you would not say anything after waiting for so long? "
Qin Song was speechless and silently took the medicine.
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 slowly recovered. He was about to drive Han Pu away so that he could continue practicing his swordsmanship when he suddenly heard voices. He turned his head and saw a few lanterns swaying in the woods. It seemed that they were heading towards his small courtyard.
Han Pu said, "It should be Blockhead. He even brought some people with him."
...
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 carefully waited on the side, saying that he was not considerate and so on.
The staff of the hostage residence should 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 needle and thread nanny, two coachmen, and a servant.
Yu Sheng took the people to settle down. Han Pu sighed and complained, "When other people choose people, they choose young and beautiful women. You are so good... At least leave one for us to look at!"
When Qin Song was in the Southern Chu, he also liked to use young and beautiful women. But now, he did not know why he changed his mind. If a woman 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 maidservants 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 always feel that 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 failed to assassinate Qin Yue and was captured, 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 attacked him directly.
Now that he was here alive, it was obvious that he replaced Yi An's position of being "infatuated"...
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