Chapter 311 He misses his father
"Ling Lingqi Fire?"
Tian Daheng immediately ordered someone to open the box and bring the things over.
In the face of great changes, Song Houyong and others died. According to common sense, there was no intention to talk about this.
But Tian Daheng had a delicate mind. He knew that Jiang Lin valued love and righteousness, and must be feeling sad now, so he deliberately used strange fire to divert attention.
Jiang Lin took the box, but did not open it immediately. Instead, he asked in a low voice: "Brother Song...is he walking pretty fast?"
The slower a person dies, the more pain they tend to endure.
Tian Daheng's eyes were slightly red and his lips trembled for a moment, then he suppressed the grief in his heart and said: "It's quick, I didn't suffer much."
"Really..." Jiang Lin looked back at the carriage carrying the coffin.
Tian Daheng said: "It has been nailed to death. Sir, it is better not to lift the coffin. Let Brother Song... go away safely."
How could Jiang Lin not understand that Tian Daheng didn't want him to be too sad.
His eyes swept over the seriously injured and disabled people sitting in the watchtower. Some had their arms cut off at the root, some had no legs, some were blind, and some had both ears cut off.
Even they were tortured like this, how could Song Houyong be immune alone.
Sensing Jiang Lin's eyes, those seriously injured all forced out smiles, trying to make themselves look better.
Jiang Lin sighed in his heart, and turned around and said, "This time, the gold, silver, jewels, and the Qin family's two million taels will all be divided among the brothers. Especially the casualties, there should be more. If it's not enough, I'll give it to you." Yes.”
"That's enough." Tian Daheng said.
Jiang Lin didn't say anything more and raised his hand to open the small wooden box.
A flash of dark blue fire came into view.
In the field of vision, a prompt suddenly appeared.
[Good quality fire (blue) (1/7 incomplete), can absorb energy and increase strengthening]
Jiang Lin was surprised when he saw it. This was the first time he saw the legendary strange fire, but what was different from his imagination was that the introduction was more complicated than other objects.
It's easy to understand that the quality is good, roughly equivalent to the level of a spiritual weapon.
But there is a "blue" on the back and the word "incomplete".
"Could it be that the so-called Blue Spirit Fire is not complete and has seven colors in total?"
Jiang Lin turned to look at Tian Daheng and asked, "Have you ever heard that the Blue Spirit Fire is a incomplete fire?"
"Incomplete strange fire?" Tian Daheng shook his head and said: "I only heard that the ancestors of the Wen family obtained it accidentally, and used it to create the Sky Fire Castle, which remains to this day. As for where it came from, and whether it is incomplete, maybe there is something in the Sky Fire Castle. Record.”
Jiang Lin was startled. Skyfire Castle was completely burned by him. Even if there is a record, it has now turned into ashes.
"Why, do you think there is something wrong with this strange fire?" Tian Daheng asked uneasily.
"No problem, just ask." Jiang Lin said casually.
After turning back, he stared at Lan Lingqi Huo while carefully examining the line of information.
If the so-called Blue Spirit Fire is just one part of a complete fire, then the value of this thing is still quite high.
The incomplete fire has already reached the spiritual weapon level. If it is collected completely, it should be at least the Yuan Weapon level, or even the Holy Weapon level, right?
As for the level of divine weapons, Jiang Lin had never thought about it.
You know, even if the ancient purple gold wood already has spirituality, it has only reached the level of a holy weapon.
It was only with the dual blessing of Hengyu furnace and fire-burning skills that Branch was promoted to the level of magic weapon.
And this thing is already the most important treasure of Xuanhua Dao.
The Taoist sect's top treasures are nothing more than this. There should be only a handful of divine weapon-level materials.
From this point of view, it may be true that the ancestor of the blacksmith built the magic weapon and the emperor personally sent the ore.
If the mortal world lacks this kind of top-level material, the heaven where the gods live may not lack it.
This question was quickly forgotten by Jiang Lin. After all, he didn't know any clues. He didn't know where to search for other fire sources.
He read the information at the back again, absorbed energy, and increased the intensity.
The literal meaning is actually very simple, but after careful consideration, I feel that it is not that easy to understand.
When you absorb energy, what energy do you absorb?
The vitality of heaven and earth? Or the object itself? Or something else?
What kind of improvement method is used to improve the degree of strengthening? Which aspects should be strengthened?
"It seems like we can only find out when we find time to try it after we get back." Jiang Lin didn't look any further and slowly closed the lid of the box.
Tian Daheng looked at it uneasily, wondering whether this thing would satisfy Mr. Jiang.
Jiang Lin didn't say anything more about Qi Huo. He sat quietly in the carriage and moved forward along the road.
Many days later, the carriage arrived at the city of Caiyang County, Hua'an Prefecture, Yunzhou.
This is a shop that was not previously occupied by Wushuang Castle and Tianhuo Castle. Most of the family members sitting in the watchtower have been resettled here, including relatives of Song Houyong and others.
Although it's not as good as Kyoto City, prices are relatively cheaper and the shops are bigger.
After many days of rest and the help of elixirs, the injuries of Tian Daheng and others were no longer serious.
After jumping off the carriage, they ran to the store, knocked on the door, and shouted: "Open the door!"
There was a commotion inside, and someone heard Tian Daheng's voice. He quickly opened the door and immediately said in surprise: "It's deputy landlord Tian who is back!"
Suddenly there was a series of footsteps in the house, and many family members, men, women, old and young, looked around. When they saw the relatives getting off the carriage, they couldn't help but run out with tears in their eyes.
The family reunited, naturally crying with joy, and the scene was extremely heartwarming.
But there were still some people who stood at the door and glanced back and forth at the carriage, but couldn't see the person they wanted to see.
They may be old or immature, male or female, old or young, and their faces are full of confusion.
Why...didn't you see it? Is it still behind?
They stood on tiptoes and stretched their necks as much as possible to look back, with hope in their eyes, hoping to see their belated family members further back. But no matter how hard they tried, there was no result.
Jiang Lin came to these people under the guidance of Tian Daheng.
"This is Mr. Jiang who I told you about before." Tian Daheng said.
Those people looked at Jiang Lin with awe in their eyes, but more of an uneasiness.
A woman in her thirties or forties held a seven or eight-year-old child in her arms. Her voice was slightly hoarse: "Jiang, Mr. Jiang... where is my man? He, is he buying something for us?"
The child in his arms raised his head and asked happily: "Mom, is dad buying me candied haws? He promised to buy it for me when he comes back."
The woman subconsciously grabbed her son's collar, pursed her lips, and stared at Jiang Lin.
Her eyes were full of expectation, but there was also a deep uneasiness in them.
Jiang Lin suddenly felt a little dry, and couldn't speak for a while.
Only the child was still saying: "Mom, when dad comes back, I must let him take me to fly the kites! I made an agreement with Fatty and Sanniu."
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"Dad also promised to teach me martial arts, but I want to practice shooting, but I don't like the knife. It's too short."
"And..."
"Shut up!" the woman suddenly shouted angrily. This sudden rebuke made the child stunned for a moment, and then his eyes gradually turned red, and his face was full of grievances.
He just missed his dad.
The woman's eyes had begun to turn red and her body was trembling slightly. She looked at Jiang Lin and asked with trembling lips: "Master Jiang... Where is my man?"
Tian Daheng glanced at Jiang Lin, then sighed and said to the woman: "Brother Miao died unfortunately, sister-in-law, please express your condolences."
The eyes of the child who was leaning in the woman's arms suddenly opened wide and rounded.
At first, I felt that my mother was holding her collar too tightly, which was a bit uncomfortable, so I stopped trying to push her fingers away.
The woman looked at Tian Daheng and opened her mouth slightly, as if she wanted to say something.
In the end, he couldn't say anything, so he fell down on his back and passed out.
"Sister-in-law!" Tian Daheng screamed and quickly called someone to help him up.
A group of people were busy lifting the woman, pinching her and treating her. Amidst the noise, only the child stood there blankly.
The small fists were clenched, and the crystal tears fell involuntarily.
He cried silently, but so sadly.
He misses his father.
Thinking about the candied haws my father bought.
Thinking of my father accompanying me to fly the kite.
I thought about soaking my feet with my dad, crawling into bed and having fun together.
No more.
The child knew that his father would never come back to do these things with him.
Jiang Lin silently walked to him, stretched out his arms to hug the child, and whispered: "It will feel better if you cry out."
The child just said "Wow" and let out an earth-shattering cry.
The reunited family members and those who survived all turned around and watched all this at this moment.
Looking at the child who was hugged by Jiang Lin and crying bitterly.
As for other family members who had not found their relatives and did not understand the outcome, they all choked up and shed tears.
The cries one after another grew louder and more numerous, until within a radius of several hundred meters, they could hear the shrill cries.
This was all Jiang Lin could hear.
Looking at the family members who cried until they fainted, cried until they had no strength, cried until they were about to hit their heads against the wall to death, he clenched his hands involuntarily.
During the prosperous period of the Qian Dynasty, the frontier army was invincible.
But how do those people above the court know how hard the lives of those below are.
When these family members came in, they were still looking forward to their loved ones coming back alive.
When the door opened, they received the most unfortunate news.
Life and death seem to be separated by only one door.
But no one came to trouble Jiang Lin, and they didn't even come to trouble Tian Daheng.
Just crying, shouting, or seeking death in such sadness.
Because they are used to this world that doesn't care about human life.
At this moment, Jiang Lin felt powerless.
What seems to be a very high achievement is actually meaningless. It cannot change the world, and it is almost impossible to control one's own destiny.
The cold north wind howled, and the sky was filled with fine snowflakes. Gradually, it turned into heavy snow amid the cry.
The overwhelming white color seems to make the whole world covered with white silk.
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