Chapter 633 Master and Servant
Smelling the smell of blood that spread quickly in the air, Balian frowned, seeming to understand something in an instant.
The hoarse and shrill coughing sound lasted for a long time before it gradually subsided. Ye Shu slowly raised half of his pale and blue side face and leaned weakly on the stone. Cold sweat ran along the wet hair on his forehead. to the bridge of the nose.
He casually wiped the shocking red blood stains in his palms on the hem of his clothes, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a sentence with trembling lips: "Do you have any medicine?"
Bailian asked: "What medicine do you need?"
Ye Shu closed his eyes tiredly: "Whatever."
As for his injuries, he seemed to be prepared to deal with them casually. Balian felt that if he hadn't vomited blood and couldn't bear it anymore, I'm afraid I'm too lazy to say this.
Bailian didn't know the specific extent of his injuries, so he walked over and briefly checked the injuries on his body.
The withdrawn Ye Shu did not show much resistance to Balian's approach. He leaned on the stone and allowed Balian to 'touch' him. Suddenly, he seemed to notice As if something, he opened his eyes and looked at Balian: "You can't see?"
Bailian hummed and took some qi and blood-replenishing elixirs and spiritual stones from the jade. Place it in his hand:
"Most of your body has external injuries, but the injuries are very deep and seem to have been injured by the sword energy. The sword energy has invaded the bones, veins and organs. These wound medicines can only stop your bleeding, but cannot remove the sword energy. ”
“Use these spiritual stones to restore your spiritual power. This sword energy Although it is difficult, with your cultivation level, it should not be difficult to stabilize this injury with a little more effort."
Ye Shu hummed, but he gave it to Bailian very politely. He accepted all the things without saying any words of gratitude such as saying that he would repay the favor later.
He didn't even say a polite thank you. After taking the elixir, he said: "Follow Lin Zheng closely. Although he looks very uncoordinated on weekdays, when it comes to important matters, he is still very important. He has a lot of calculations, he really has a way Take everyone out of the demon world safely and follow him. You won't die in this ghost place."
Bailian glanced at him and said: "The sword spirit that Lin Zheng brought back is actually a spirit. Did you take it? ”
The sword energy of the Dragon-Slaying Sword is so unusual.
Although Lin Zheng is the noble prince of the vassal and has a respected status among these monks, in terms of cultivation, there are several older monks in the mine who are above him.
None of them dared to go off alone to capture the sword spirit. With Lin Zheng's cultivation, it was even more impossible for him to only suffer minor injuries after successfully capturing the sword spirit.
On the contrary, Ye Shu, who returned from an outing with him, was seriously injured, but the person who enjoyed the achievements and glory was Lin Zheng.
Ye Shu's frozen eyebrows showed no emotion: "Just as those people said just now, Lin Zheng is my master. Since I am the son of a servant, the sword energy I took is transformed into spirit with him. What difference does it make if you take it?”
There was no hint of unwillingness in his tone, and the words 'son of a domestic servant' didn't seem to bring much humiliation to him.
But Bai Lian noticed that he did not honor Lin Zheng as Little Marquis like that group of people, but called him by his first name.
In terms of temperament and conversation, he does not look like an ordinary domestic slave, and his attitude towards Lin Zheng is also very subtle.
Bailian couldn't tell how much he respected Lin Zheng, but when Lin Zheng abandoned his identity as a young marquis, when he endured the humiliation and shouldered the burden and was willing to become a war slave, the family around Lin Zheng But he was the only servant.
You must know that monks in the Tuohai realm are outstanding backbone talents even in the Shangyang Academy of Zeguo.
But he chose to wear a collar with Lin Zheng in this foreign land, enduring the demon's death threats day and night, and living these years without dignity and humiliation.
Bailian felt very strange.
Based on these actions alone, Ye Shu can be regarded as a top loyal soldier, and Lin Zheng does not look like a short-sighted playboy. Since he can win such a loyal person, he But they didn't even treat each other with the most basic courtesy.
Even... extremely indifferent to Ye Shu's life and death.
The way the master and servant get along is also extremely strange.
The spirit stones given by Balian have long been used up, but he doesn't know whether it's because Ye Shu's injuries are more serious than he thought, or because his body is different from ordinary people, and all the troublesome sword energy in his body depends on him. Expelled cleanly.
However, the external injury did nothing to stop the bleeding.
The smell of blood in the air is getting stronger and stronger.
Bailian had no choice but to take out the Full Moon Wine Gourd and sway it gently in his hand. The wish beads made a crisp collision sound with the gourd wall. As his fingers slid lightly, the trace of blood on the lower end of the gourd was hidden. back, Then he pushed the wine gourd out: "Please have a drink."
Ye Shu's eyes moved slightly, and he saw that the wine in the clear jade gourd could barely cover the bottom of the gourd. , and indeed there is only one mouthful.
He took the gourd and took a sip, but he couldn't feel the feeling of the liquid entering his throat. He could only feel a cool breath flowing down his throat and into his lower abdomen.
My whole body felt warm, and the wounds all over my body felt numb and slightly itchy, which was very comfortable.
After a while, the blood stopped coagulating and the wound miraculously scabbed and healed.
The depleted blood and exhausted spiritual power in his body were suddenly extremely abundant, and his whole body seemed to have endless strength.
Ye Shu held the wine gourd in his hand, his face no longer pale was full of astonishment. He looked at Balian blankly and said: "This wine..."
Bailian said: "After all, he is the hero who hunts the sword spirit tonight. It's not too much to just take a sip of wine."
The fingers holding the wine gourd tightened unconsciously, and Ye Shuzhang He opened his mouth but no sound came out. After a long time, he laughed at himself and said: "Hero? You are the first person to say such a thing to me."
But he is not worthy of dreaming of being a hero. of.
Iron-bone loyalty and shedding blood have always been the privileges of people like Lin Zheng.
Ye Shu closed his eyes and rubbed the jade gourd under his fingertips: "But I still want to thank you for the wine. If you have the opportunity to go to Zeguo's 'Yunzhong' in the future, I will treat you to a local one The gourmet almond bean curd is sweet. ”
Balian couldn't see it. When he said this, the expression on his face was very gentle and seemed sad.
"Almond bean curd? Haha, you have been serving me for so many years, and this is the first time I have heard that you like this kind of thing."
A sudden cold snort made the air around me tremble. It suddenly condensed, and the atmosphere suddenly seemed as tense as a bow.
The cold wind blew up Ye Shu's blood-stained green clothes and took away the blood on his face.
The young marquis Lin Zheng carried two bottles of wine and walked over drunkenly. After walking a few steps, he burped and came to Ye Shu drunkenly. .
Lin Zheng reached out and patted him on the shoulder without deliberately avoiding the injuries on his body. He was very surprised and asked, "Yo?" 'Look at this body, the injury healed so quickly, it was really a waste of worry."
While speaking, Lin Zheng glanced at the wine gourd in Ye Shu's hand, and his eyes suddenly Sharp, sneered: "What? You think I stole your advantage?" Boss, I couldn’t let you drink the toasts from those people, so you secretly drink here behind my back?”
Ye Shu leaned back slightly, as if he was disgusted with the smell of alcohol on his body. Seeing that he had a strange look on his face, he quickly returned the wine gourd he was playing with to Balian.
Lin Zheng, as if he couldn't feel Bailian's presence, threw the unsealed jar of wine in his hand into Ye Shu's arms. The wine splashed out and stained his clothes: "Since I am so elegant, I come to accompany you. Master, please have two drinks.”
Ye Shu didn’t even pick up the wine jar that was thrown at him almost rudely. He remained silent and let the jar of wine fall to pieces on the ground.
The refreshing fragrance of wine overflows.
Lin Zheng's face turned cold and he was about to have an attack when he saw Ye Shu raise a pair of dark and cold eyes numbly. He did not speak or get angry, he was silent and restrained.
Looking straight into people's hearts like that made Lin Zheng feel inexplicably frightened.
Ye Shu didn't say anything in the end, not even a word of apology for the precious sword he destroyed. He slowly stood up and pushed Lin Zheng away, as if to keep a distance from him. Like a wild beast that smelled the scent of a hunting knife, he hunched his back and left further away.
Lin Zheng was carrying the remaining jar of wine, his expression already extremely ugly.
It wasn't until Ye Shu's back completely disappeared in the forest of ink that Lin Zheng withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Bailian. The spikes and malice all over his body were instantly cleared away, and he looked towards Balian smiled and said: "Brother is also a disciple of Taixuan, right? It's so late, and the earth's veins are extremely cold, otherwise Want a drink?”
Bailian said: “We were in the cave just now. Didn’t Mr. Marquis and those fellow Taoists drink enough?”
“Fellow Taoist?” Lin Zheng sneered. He said, his words were particularly disdainful: "They are just a bunch of sycophants."
Bailian looked surprised.
Lin Zheng sat down on the stone where Ye Shu was sitting just now and said: "They are all trophies captured by the demons. They were thrown into the war slave camp and were deprived of their dignity and human rights. When they wore those collars, they looked like dogs." From the moment they were trapped by demons, they were no longer my fellow Taoists."
Bailian Anshen said with a finishing touch: "I think, little one. The collar around the Marquis's neck must have been taken off not long ago, right?"
Lin Zheng's drunken face froze, and then he said helplessly: "If the family was not in ruins, why should I let the noble young master not enjoy the blessing? , come to this hellish place to suffer as a slave."
"What about Ye Shu?"
"What?
"I think that Ye Shu is quite different from the sycophants described by the young marquis. Then for some reason, the young marquis seems to be more disgusted and disgusted with him?"
Mentioning Ye Shu, Lin Zheng's His face darkened instantly. He raised the wine jar in his hand and took a sip. He said, "If your father gave birth to an illegitimate child outside the home and brought him home to raise, you wouldn't like him either."
Illegitimate child?
Bailian was startled, but he didn't expect it to be because of this.
Lin Zheng chuckled, with complex emotions swaying in his eyes: "Perhaps in your eyes, my behavior of borrowing the sword just now was particularly domineering and unreasonable, and I was using my power to bully others, but to be honest Well, I haven’t liked that white water sword for a long time.”
It can be seen that Lin Zheng really hates the group of people in the cave. Regardless of Su Jing, whom he admires and respects, the two girls are even more arrogant than him. Naturally, they cannot be so patient and listen to his troubles. thing.
Now that he finally got Bailian as a listener, he no longer had so many taboos due to his drunkenness.
"White Water Sword, the sword of Chengdao in Shangyang Academy, huh... there are only two swords of Chengdao in the Academy, except for the White Water Sword that was destroyed today, among my father's belongings , and a Black Mountain Sword, hahaha, what a Black Mountain Baishui."
"Before my father died, he locked the Black Mountain Sword in the room forever, even if it was my company. He didn’t even have the qualifications to take a look, but he passed the White Water Sword to Ye Shu.”
Lin Zheng’s face showed unspeakable bitterness: “I am an orthodox marquis, and my father will not pass the sword to me. , but passed it on to him as an illegitimate son, do you know how the guests and subordinates in the palace view me, the young prince?"
Therefore, he would rather destroy the sword that symbolized the reputation of the Hou Mansion with his own hands than let Ye Shu hold the sword again.
Bailian couldn't express his position. He had never experienced such grudges between wealthy families, and he didn't know how to comfort Lin Zheng, so he had to remain silent.
Lin Zheng finished the jar of wine in his hand and was so drunk that he could not sit still: "I, Lin Zheng, am just a mortal, and I also have selfish motives. I just want to be a good little marquis, like Ruoye He is not my father's illegitimate son. I will definitely treat him as a brother. , must..."
I don’t know whether the murmured and firm words were meant for others or for himself, but Balian could feel that the White Water Sword was destroyed in his hands. Lin Zheng's heart seemed no better than Ye Shu's.
In the end, Lin Zheng was so drunk that he couldn't speak clearly. He dropped the empty jar in his hand and fell down without any image, leaning forward.
After the drunken night, the team packed up and got the guidance of the sword spirit transformed into spirits. The purpose was clear and they were ready to go.
Bailian followed the others and was about to go on the road. At this time, footsteps sounded beside him, but it was the young marquis Lin Zheng who had been drunk all night.
He scratched his head in embarrassment and stuffed a bamboo stick into Balian's hand: "I was so drunk last night that my brother listened to my drunken talk all night long. Brother, my eyes are inconvenient. This morning I found a piece of earthly shade bamboo and made it into a walking stick. This earthly shade bamboo has the effect of warding off evil spirits. Brother, hold this bamboo in your hand and act in the earth veins. I'm afraid it's more convenient."
Bailian did not reject his kindness, he nodded and said with a smile: "Don't worry, little Marquis, since you are drunk, you won't remember your thoughts."
When Lin Zheng saw what he said, he breathed a sigh of relief. He laughed and said, "I really like the disciples of Taixuan Sect the most."
Perhaps after a night of drunken chatting, Lin Zheng was also quite affectionate with Bailian.
Although he was extremely polite and courteous to the monks who were traveling with him, anyone with a discerning eye could see that Lin Zheng's attitude towards Bai Lian was different from ordinary people.
Bailian also discovered that this person’s ability to be familiar with was really comparable to Mencius, but in terms of mind and character, he was very different from Mencius.
Meng Zifei is a very sophisticated man. He can be said to be a good dancer and an all-rounder. If he has complicated thoughts, he will never let others see it. His treatment of people, whether they like or dislike them, is basically the same. It has a nice, gentle and moist look.
Compared to Meng Zifei, Lin Zheng is not that thoughtful. As he said himself, he is just a selfish mortal and it is difficult to be honest.
After Balian and Lin Zheng gradually became familiar with each other, in private, Lin Zheng did not hide his plan on how to steal the dragon beads and leave the demon world, and told him everything.
Lin Zheng’s plan is full of trade-offs.
His plan is to go deep into the dragon's veins, and use a secret method to seize the dragon ball while fighting the dragon sword to suppress the dark dragon.
At that time, the aura of the dark dragon that has lost the dragon ball will naturally leak out and get out of control.
According to legend, there is actually a sixth dragon-slaying sword hidden in the earth's veins. However, when the old devil sealed the dark dragon, the dragon beads protected the heart, and the sixth dragon-slaying sword could not penetrate the dragon beads. Defense was lost in the earth's veins.
He could use the ability of the sword to transform into a spirit to find the sixth sword connected to its bloodline. At the moment he obtained the dragon ball, he inserted the sixth sword into the heart of the dark dragon and suppressed it again.
At the same time, at the moment when the dragon ball was obtained, another person swallowed a wisp of the dark dragon's breath and introduced it into the body, and then used this person as a trump card to balance the demon king, leaving it in the earth's veins.
The rest of the people took the dragon beads to negotiate with the Demon King, asking her to open the gate and let them return to the world.
If not, the fellow Taoist who swallowed the breath of the Nether Dragon will die as a martyr, using the breath of the Nether Dragon to refine himself into a demon and feed it to the billions of evil spirits under the earth's veins. , let it go berserk and perish together with the entire demon world.
This plan was indeed carefully laid out. Lin Zheng clearly understood what the Demon Lord's weaknesses were and how to minimize the cost of success.
But the problem is that in the earth line, everyone is a mortal, and they are all mortals who would rather wear a collar to survive.
Everyone wants to return to the human world gloriously with the Dragon Ball.
Who is willing to sacrifice himself to fulfill others?
The answer Lin Zheng gave was that these people all have children and close relatives in the world. They cannot sacrifice for strangers, but in the face of overwhelming interests, there are always some of them who are willing to fulfill themselves. The family agreed to complete the plan.
But Brian still feels that this idea is not a foolproof strategy.
The human heart is hard to fathom and the ocean water is hard to measure. How many people can be generous and sacrifice their lives in the face of death?
Seeing how confident Lin Zheng was about his plan, Balian vaguely felt that he might have already decided who the candidate would be.
Lin Zheng seemed determined to win the dragon ball. Even if Bai Lian wanted to persuade him to stop right now, he might only arouse his resentment and suspicion for no reason.
Bailian was finally able to calm down and was not impatient, so he decided to act according to the situation.
After all, although Lin Zheng's plan seems to be well-thought-out, the Dragon Ball of Minglong may not be so easy to obtain.
Under the guidance of the sword spirit, everyone passed through the huge mineral vein valley and came to a ten-mile deep pool.
The ten-mile secluded pool is pitch black, like a huge black mirror floating on the ground. The lake water is rippling with cold light, and occasionally clear and turbid mayflies can be caught in the water.
(End of this chapter)