Can a Scholar Be Called a Villain

"Who is it?" Suddenly, a soft voice came from the front.

Sheng Yi looked up and saw a woman collecting herbs in coarse cloth.

"Little girl, don't ask too much, just go away." Sheng Yi pretended to be indifferent, but his steps never slowed down.

"Hmph! You won't let me take care of it, but I insist on taking care of it!" The fair face of the herb collector was full of stubbornness, "Are you running for your life?"

"So what?" Sheng Yi said.

"Then you come with me, I know a secret passage!" the herb picking girl said confidently, raising her eyebrows at Sheng Yi.

Suddenly a gust of wind hit her, and she was picked up by Sheng Yi and lay in his arms. Her face was stunned for a moment, then turned red instantly.

"You, you, what are you doing!" Before she could refuse or get angry, she grabbed the corners of her clothes with both hands and said shyly.

"Hurry up and tell me which direction the secret passage is?" Sheng Yi said impatiently, looking down at the girl in his arms, feeling helpless.

As a reborn person, he naturally knew what the girl's expression meant, and he unintentionally incurred another debt.

Only then did the herb collector remember that the situation was urgent, pointed out the direction, and moved forward steadily in Sheng Yi's arms.

A voice slowly sounded in Sheng Yi's arms:

"My, my, my name is Zi Lin."

On the other side, Murong Lin, who was on his way, paused in his steps, with a surprised look on his face, recalling the voice that sounded in his mind just now.

"Ding! The protagonist 'Sheng Yi' has been detected. The protagonist's value is increased by 50. The current protagonist's value is 450."

Murong Lin murmured in a low voice: "What's going on? What happened? Shouldn't he be running for his life? Why did the protagonist's value increase? Is it a chance?"

I don’t understand, the protagonist of the rebirth style is really terrible.

Murong Lin thought helplessly.

If you follow them, you won't even be able to drink the soup. If you don't follow them, you will miss many good opportunities.

Returning to the city defense where Murong Lin was responsible, the defenders who had gone to the ruins had not returned yet, but more and more people were gathering and setting off for the ruins.

Glancing at the crowds of people in the city, Murong Lin sighed in a low voice.

At this time, his consciousness caught a trace of blood, so he smiled and said: "Come out, there is no one around."

Two figures appeared, kneeling on one knee, lowering their heads in front of Murong Lin, and said respectfully: "Greetings to the master."

"Get up, how are you investigating?" Murong Lin asked as he looked at the two people who stood up slowly and bent over.

"Master, this is all the information that can be investigated." The Bloodshed Protector stepped forward and handed over a jade slip.

Murong Lin's consciousness swept away and he analyzed it slowly.

"Long Chen, the only son of the head of the Long family in Betan City. He was born...with weak strength. He was still at the third level of the Body Tempering Realm a year ago.

Later, the incident of Zhu Zhushu breaking off the engagement occurred. Long Chen lost all face, divorced the engagement in court, and made an appointment with Zhu Zhushu for another year.

After that, Long Chen's strength changed drastically, his talent improved, he had no bottlenecks, and he could master spiritual skills as soon as he learned them. One month later, he broke through to the Naling Realm. On the day of the family competition, he defeated all the family members and became the number one. Then he left the family and experienced the world.

Half a year later, someone in Lingmo City near Beitan City met Long Chen and claimed that he had broken through to the Crystal Transformation Realm and his strength was comparable to the peak of the Crystal Transformation Realm. Its power is like the king of beasts, so coercive that nearby spiritual beasts dare not move.

Three months later, someone saw him in the capital, and his strength broke through to the creation realm. "

Murong Lin looked at the information and tried to analyze it.

After Long Chen encountered the breakup of his engagement, he got his golden finger, which is the field of talent. So what will it be?

It seems that he has not performed any strange spiritual skills, so he should not be the old grandfather style. His strength has grown in an orderly manner. He looks more like an extraordinary talent, not a system style. He wanders around the world casually and has a lot of enemies. That's it. Not a rebirth stream.

Then he should be one of the most basic golden fingers, Qiyu Flow.

Combined with the drastic change in his talent, either he received the divine pill and completely changed his talent, or his previously blocked talent broke through the seal and was completely revealed.

Murong Lin looked at the series of connections he had made with him, and then compared the people he had enemies with, and couldn't help but smile: "This guy is really the protagonist! He can cause trouble so much."

He smiled disdainfully and asked the two blood guardians of the Blood Spirit Society: "Where is he now?"

"Back to the master, he has now arrived at the city under the Baihua Sect's mountain gate. Fifteen days will be the date they agreed on for the competition."

"Oh? It's interesting. I remember that Zhu Zhushu is already at the first level of the Ten Thousand Phases Realm, right?"

"Yes."

"Send some men to kill everyone from the Long family in Betan City. Remember, pretend to be Zhu Zhushu's admirer and humiliate Long Chen as much as you want. I have a few more puppets here, and I will give them to you as well." Murong Lin waved his hand and handed them three first-level puppets of the Ten Thousand Phase Realm.

These puppets Murong Lin are not going to be repaired anymore, so let them play their final role.

The expressions of the two blood guardians changed and they became overjoyed.

Murong Lin took out some cultivation resources from his Qiankun Ring, threw them to them and said, "Take them for cultivation. In addition, investigate the trends of those cults and form a death squad for me."

"Yes!" The two blood guardians took the Qiankun bag handed over by Murong Lin and said respectfully.

The lights flashed, and the two figures disappeared instantly, leaving only a little blood.

Murong Lin waved his hand and said to the "iron tree blooming" outside the door: "How about the beast tide?"

"Returning to the master, he has completely retreated. It seems that it is over."

"Is this the end? What a pity, I still expected to find something." Murong Lin imagined the appearance of the beast-eared girl and stood up helplessly.

Go to the center of the room and meditate.

"Since the beast tide has ended, there is no need to continue here. Write a letter to King Zhennan and let's go to Baihua Sect to watch the excitement."

"Yes!" said the "iron tree blooming" outside the door. *

Chapter 20: Zongxiang Gang

On a small road in Yan State, a carriage was driving rapidly.

There were three tall men holding the reins, and there were eight swordsmen on horseback beside the carriage.

This was none other than Murong Lin and his party. They set out from the city defense a few days ago and headed towards the Baihua Sect. The mountain gate of Baihua Sect is very close to the capital, but Murong Lin has no intention of returning to the capital first. After all, everyone in the Xue family has died, and he still died in the city he is responsible for. He is afraid that the Xue family will go crazy and even himself will be implicated.

Although it was originally done by myself.

Murong Lin laughed. Recently, he found that he liked to laugh more and more.

"Bang!" The carriage suddenly stopped, and the three people driving the car were silent. "Bah! Daah!" The "Eight Sword Kings" on horseback drew their swords and stepped forward. Murong Lin only heard a burst of fighting.

As soon as he opened the curtains, Murong Lin saw a group of bandits being slaughtered by the "Eight Sword Kings", and hurriedly shouted: "Keep your men alive."

So the "Eight Great Sword Kings" stopped their swords and brought the only remaining member of the group of bandits who dared to attack Murong Lin to his master.

The remaining bandit's face was pale, and he looked at the people around him in disbelief and fear. His whole body was weak. When he saw that Murong Lin was their leader, he hurriedly knelt down and begged for mercy.

"Grandpa, grandpa, you have a lot, please spare the little one this time!"

He cried, trembled, and burst into tears.

"Which path are you from?" Murong Lin asked curiously, staring at his clothes.

The man cried and said: "Grandpa, little Wang Wu is a member of the Zongxiang Gang. Damn it, little one, because he didn't have the eyes to rush into Grandpa. Grandpa, have mercy on me! Have mercy on me!"

He did not dare to take a closer look at Murong Lin's face, for fear that he would be killed and silenced.

Listening to Wang Wu's screams like a pig being killed, Murong Lin scratched his ears and said helplessly: "Shut up!"

Wang Wu hurriedly shut his mouth, trembling with fear, like a little daughter-in-law who had been bullied.

"I ask, you answer, do you understand?"

"I understand! I understand! I understand!" Wang Wu nodded hurriedly.

"Okay! I remember that your 'Zongxiang Gang' is the most well-informed in the world, right?"

"Yes, it is."

"You are also the best at spreading rumors, right?"

"Yes, it is."

"So, can you help me spread the news?" Murong Lin smiled.

"Huh? Wha... what? You want us to help you spread rumors?"

"It's news, not rumors. Why, can't it?" Murong Lin closed the curtains.

"No! Yes, yes, but this..."

"You have to pay, right? Don't worry, this is the deposit." Murong Lin threw out a stack of gold notes and said, "You just need to spread the news for me. The more people know about it, the better."

"Okay, what do you want to spread?" Wang Wu asked cautiously.

"Just say: There is still a ruins among the ruins near Zhennan City. What you want to say is serious and true. Now, this is information. It depends on how you use it."

Murong Lin threw a jade slip over, and Wang Wu took it carefully and asked, "Master, is that all it takes?"

"Yes, you go." Murong Lin waved his hand, indicating that Wang Wu could leave.

Wang Wu cautiously glanced at Murong Lin again, turned around and left, rolling and crawling into the woods nearby, and soon disappeared.

Murong Lin looked at his figure with a smile.