Chapter 632 After the Heroes
Bailian was vaguely aware of the invisible battlefield and gunpowder smoke unfolding between the two of them. He swallowed unconsciously and subconsciously rubbed his palms against his thighs out of uneasiness. A few times.
At the time of the dilemma, there was some movement outside the cave, causing the monks who had closed their eyes to rest and recuperate to open their eyes.
They cheered with great surprise: "The young master is back."
"The young master is back!"
"Hurry up and boil some water to make some noodles. The young master has been here all day, and I'm afraid he's already hungry."
"Ouch, the young master is injured! The doctor is going to prepare some medicine to bandage the young master!"
The sudden change also interrupted the tense relationship between the two aunts.
Su Jing and Yin Baishuang looked at each other wordlessly, and then turned their heads away without looking at the other.
Bailian breathed a sigh of relief and stroked his chest fearfully.
Bailian originally knew a thing or two about the young master everyone was talking about from Xun Guan.
This man is a hereditary first-class marquis after the famous general of Daze Kingdom. He has a high status and is a proper royal noble.
His father inherited the national surname of 'Lin' and taught at Shangyang Academy. When the princes of Zeguo met this man, they had no choice but to address him as "Little Marquis".
No matter how you look at it, such a young master born into a noble family should not appear in such a dangerous place.
The reason why a young prince who was supposed to be pampered and pampered was forced into such a situation where he lost all his dignity and became a slave to the demon clan was naturally not his own unrealistic dream of a heroic boy.
His parents are both generals of the country, commanders of the emperor, noble and powerful pure-blood nobles.
It is a pity that in recent years, his parents have suffered from old wounds caused by their participation in the Anti-Zhao War and the bitter battle against the Langya Demon Sect. Both Lin and his wife returned home, leaving only the young child behind. Lin Zheng, the only son, brought down the entire family.
Overnight, the two family heads suddenly separated, and the Lin family gradually declined.
And now Lin Zheng has only lost his reputation as a martyr.
Lin Zheng was so determined to revive his family's reputation that he even risked his own life and went deep into the demon world. He was tortured under the claws of demons all day long in a place of life and death like the War Slave Camp.
The purpose is to win the Dragon Ball today, achieve unparalleled feats, and recreate the glory of the Lin family back then.
Although such a passionate idea is excellent, Bailian feels that the arrangement of the young Marquis Lin Zheng is not appropriate after all.
Even if he succeeded in borrowing Milu's hand, he came to the land of dragon veins and found the dragon ball. How could he bring the dragon ball with him when these demons were surrounding him and the Dark Crow Realm Bridge was broken? Return to the human world to prosper the Yao family?
However, looking at the way everyone trusted him, they seemed to believe that the young prince could successfully lead them away from this sea of suffering.
The desolate and rocky mine suddenly became extremely busy because of Lin Zheng's return.
Although everyone was yelling and shouting to get the medicine quickly, the young prince's injury was not serious. There was a bloody mouth on his arm. It looked like a sword wound, and the wound seemed to be coming. It had been treated on the way and the bleeding had stopped long ago.
Looking at Lin Zheng's steady pace, his young face was particularly handsome and dazzling when illuminated by the ore. Except for his clothes, which were stained with dust and mud and were slightly damaged, looking rather embarrassed, there was no other sign of anything else on his body. Seriously injured.
He crossed the crowd, waved his hand to signal everyone not to make a fuss, and held a cloth bag in his hand.
It seemed as if some animal had been hunted in the bag, and it was struggling and growling.
He quickly arrived in front of Su Jing, with excitement in his eyes: "Miss Jing, when I went out to explore the terrain, I was lucky enough to hunt down a little guy who became a spirit. You are widely involved in the world of Taoism. I wonder if you can form a psychic speaking skill with this little guy?”
The underground dragon veins cover mountains and rivers. Even if it is the land of the dragon's tail, its territory is more than a thousand miles long.
If you want to find the specific location of the Dragon Ball, you may have to ask the earth spirits to identify the location.
Bailian couldn't help but feel surprised when he heard Lin Zheng's high-spirited look.
Looking at his cultivation level, he is only at the Tuohai realm. In the mine, there are many seniors at the Spirit-bearing realm. They don’t dare to wander into this deep world of earth alone. This Xiao Hou I was able to capture a spirit alive without the fire demon lantern.
The means are quite good.
Ze lives in the southern country, is based on Yang, and serves Taixuan.
Shangyang Academy is the royal academy of cultivation, and Taixuanzong is the state religion of Zeguo. In terms of status, Taixuan is above Shangyang.
Therefore, the extra respect and admiration for Su Jing in Lin Zheng's eyes is not unreasonable.
Su Jing glanced at the cloth bag in his hand, without even asking him to open it and look at it. His clear eyes seemed to see through the origin of this spirit at a glance.
There was no emotion in her eyes, and she spat out four words as coldly as smoke: "The spirit of sword energy."
Lin Zheng's eyes suddenly brightened, and his expression became even more excited: "The spirit of sword energy?!"
Su Jing averted his gaze, as if he was not too interested in this object: "The spirit of sword energy can only be transformed into a spirit. Sword language, if you swallow a spiritual sword for it, it will end its relationship with you."
Hearing this, Lin Zheng faced him. He was even more delighted. After bowing deeply to Su Jing, he untied the cloth bag, stretched out his hand to move behind, and said: "Ye Shu, let me lend you your sword."
He stretched out his hand. It was extremely natural, and he asked for it as a matter of course, as if he had never realized how important a sword is to a monk.
What's more, the freedom and dignity of the monks in the war slave camp have been deprived by the slave trainers. With Milu's overbearing and arbitrary temperament, how can he give them the opportunity to equip themselves with more weapons in private.
Therefore, everyone in the room is basically equipped with a sword.
We still don’t know what kind of crisis we will encounter ahead. If we lose our sword, our ability to protect ourselves will undoubtedly be greatly reduced.
It was only then that everyone noticed that a young man in green clothes was following Lin Zheng step by step. He did not deliberately hide his aura.
But in front of a person like Lin Zheng, who has a strong presence like a rising sun, he seems to have become extremely insignificant, making it difficult for people to notice his existence.
Lin Zheng was talking about borrowing the sword, and there was no command in his tone.
But even an outsider like Bailian can feel the difference in status between the two.
Ye Shuwu stood there for a while, without moving, perhaps because he lowered his head. The pair of abrupt shoulder blades behind his back made his body look particularly hard, thin and cold.
Lin Zheng became impatient after not getting a response. He repeated his words again and said: "Ye Shu, lend me your sword. When you get back, I will give you a newer one." Okay." Almost no one who knows Lin Zheng would doubt the weight of his words.
Although Lin Zheng sometimes behaves extremely arrogantly and unscrupulously, as if he never knows how high the sky is and how thick his heart is, he has never gone back on his promises. Pass.
He said he would give him a better sword in return, which was definitely not a perfunctory statement.
Everyone saw Lin Zheng's eagerness and urgency, and couldn't help but frowned, accusing Ye Shu of wrongdoing: "The young marquis is waiting to use the sword. This is your master's order. You are a retainer. son, Mo Don’t you have to resist the order?”
“Young Lord, I promised you a better sword, so I won’t ask for your sword in vain. What’s more, since you are a servant of the Lin family, Mo I'm talking about a sword, but what's on my body is eaten The cost of wearing it is not owned by the Lin family, so why are you so blind to the master’s orders?”
“Huh, if it were me, a mere sword could buy me a chance of survival. I got pregnant early He held the sword in his hand."
Ye Shu's shoulders trembled, and he finally had a reaction. After a while, he slowly raised his face, his eyes filled with gloom, and his voice was very cold: "Then come. ”
The man who had just spoken suddenly froze in his chattering mouth, and couldn't help but said angrily: "What the young marquis wants is your sword, what does it have to do with me! You can't shirk it. It's your master's job to do something for my master." Nu Ying You have done your duty, but you still dare to push back and forth like this. If the old Marquis hadn't taken in you as an orphan on the battlefield, you would have died under the cavalry of some army.
I remember that even the one you have in your hands now. That sword, too It was given to you by the old prince when he was still alive. What? Now that the old prince is gone, the young prince can't control you. Or do you really think that you should get Shang Yang as the rumors say? The Sword Queen of Chengdao Academy , then he can turn over and become the head of the prince's palace!"
Human monks who have been wallowing in the night of life and death where demons dance all the time, are driven by the darkness of death all day long. Over the years, their temperament has become somewhat better! .
Such a person has long been tempered by the threats of blood, cold, and death to become the acrimonious person he is today.
There was a loud bang.
From the solid stone wall of the mine, a cold stone was plucked out by one hand, and angrily it fell to pieces under the man's feet.
The color of extremely angry blood flowed upstream on Lin Zheng's face, and his eyes were frighteningly dark, with boiling molten iron pouring into them and turning into flames.
The man jumped up in shock, with a look of fear on his face: "Little...Little Marquis."
As if he had been touched on a topic that shouldn't be touched, Lin Zheng There was a fierce look on that young and energetic face: "I When will it be your turn, as a descendant of a third-rate family, to make irresponsible remarks about the Lin family’s affairs?” Ni Lin, shut up quickly.
Compared with the anger of the young Marquis, Ye Shu, who was sharply targeted, reacted extremely unusually and slowly calmed down. He raised his eyes and looked at Lin Zheng, his eyes cold and bottomless.
The pale knuckles pressed against the hilt of the sword loosened little by little. He untied the sword belt, threw the sword out of its scabbard, then turned around and left the mine.
Lin Zheng pulled out the sword he threw over, his dark eyes reflected the word 'white water' on the sword, and his tone was cold: "What a white water sword."
As a student with excellent moral character in Shangyang Academy, logically speaking, even if he wants to establish contact with the spirit of sword energy, he will never ruin the extremely important inheritance of the academy so easily. Sword of Tao.
Lin Zheng's sneer face contained a hint of jealousy and bitterness.
The son of a prince, general, and prime minister was jealous of a domestic servant?
The sword energy spirit released from the cloth bag has the appearance of an immature child. Its body shape is very similar to Shou's, but it does not have the cold aura unique to Yin objects in Shou's body.
Soon, it unceremoniously ate the White Water Sword fed by Lin Zheng, then stroked its belly and burped, seemingly very satisfied.
Maybe it had been in this dark place for too long without a full meal, and suddenly it was fed such a 'big meal'. The way it looked at Lin Zheng couldn't help but change from hostility to a bit of intimacy. Come.
It didn't show much resistance to Lin Zheng's psychic technique, and cooperated with him to complete a perfect spiritual communication.
During the conversation that others could not understand, Lin Zheng's face became more and more joyful, and his eyes looking at the sword spirit became more and more like he had found a treasure.
After the spiritual talk ended, Lin Zheng told everyone good news.
His luck was indeed blessed by God. The sword spirit he had worked so hard to catch turned out to be one of the three thousand sword spirits of the Dragon Slaying Sword at the Dragon Tail.
In this way, the day when everyone finds the Dragon Ball is naturally not far away.
Everyone was very happy, and the atmosphere in the mine suddenly became extremely hot and exciting at the news of this surprise. There were even a few people clamoring to open a jar of wine and have a good drink.
Lin Zheng, who was in a good mood, naturally cheered happily.
Bailian couldn't stand the noisy atmosphere. He simply told Xun Guan a few times that he wanted to walk around.
Xun Guan was also immersed in the joy of finding the sword energy spirit of Dragon Slayer Sword so quickly, and had no time to greet Bailian.
After casually telling him not to stray too far from the defensive formation set up by everyone, he joined the crowd and went to celebrate and toast to the young Marquis Lin Zheng.
Hold the lamp, Bai Lian quickly came out of the mine. The damp wind in the earth's veins rolled up his clothes, and there was a coolness in his face. The wind seemed to be filled with sadness, adding a touch of desolation and emptiness to the world.
"You can't see with your eyes. Walking with a lantern, don't you think it's a bit of a double act?" Not far away, Ye Shu's voice came through the wind and sand. His voice was a bit low and hoarse, but it didn't sound like a young man's voice.
Indeed, his cultivation level is in the same realm as Lin Zheng, so how can he be a young man in age.
It’s just that for some unknown reason, his body’s growth cycle stopped, and his years stayed in his youth forever, no longer growing up.
Bailian glanced sideways, followed the direction of Ye Shu's words, smiled, and said: "This lamp can search for spirits, not to guide the way."
For Ye Shu In the book, Balian should be a strange face. For a stranger to suddenly join their team, even a person like Xun Guan, who seems to have little scheming, is constantly pushing his identity.
But Ye Shu didn't seem to be interested in these. He was quiet for a moment before asking the question he was interested in: "Why don't you drink and celebrate with them?"
Bailian tilted his head, He wondered: "Why celebrate? Is there any happy news? "
Ye Shudao: "With the spirit of sword energy to guide the way, they will be able to find the dragon ball soon. Once they find the dragon ball, they can leave the devil world. "
Baili. An Shixiao shook his head, but stopped talking.
At this time, Ye Shu, who was supporting the grotto, covered his mouth with one hand, as if he wanted to speak, but could not make any sound.
His shoulders were trembling, and his extremely thin back was bent hard, forming a tight arc. He coughed heartbreakingly, and his throat and heart seemed to be brutally sliced open by an invisible blade. .
As he coughed violently and suppressed the sound of vomiting, hot blood spurted out from between his fingers, flowing all over the ground in colorful, scarlet and sad colors.
The thin green clothes gradually spread out into large areas of wet red. Such a cold and melancholy person seemed to become extremely haggard in an instant.
(End of this chapter)