Immortal Sword Master

Lin Xin looked at Xiao Yi lightly, but said nothing.

"If you really have a problem, tell me quickly." Du Gulin's voice rang in his ear. "Otherwise, if something goes wrong, I won't be able to manage it!" She was a little upset in her tone. "I said how good this kind of thing is to tell you earlier, making it so passive now."

Lin Xin's face remained motionless, and he returned with a voice.

"I didn't know earlier, no one would expect this kind of problem. But thank you very much."

"Thank you, if you really want to thank me, will you lend me some money?"

"......."

Lin Xin didn't look away from her, did this really think it was easy for him to make money?

"Hey, don't just talk about money? Seriously, can you borrow some money?"

"Have you heard that? I've helped you so much, and you give me some indication? Isn't that justified?" Du Gulin was unwilling.

Lin Xin simply closed his eyes to reassure him.

"You guy!" Du Gulin hatred his teeth. "Isn't it just money? You just borrow this point and you're like this. You say you're still not a man?"

Lin Xin felt that his head was jumping a little.

"I'm looking for you to borrow money from you. I tell you, if I change someone else, I wouldn't be waiting for you! It's for your face to find you." Du Gulin's unique theory appeared.

"Then I'll go to rest first." Lin Xin said directly to Hua Yunu.

"Please, master, as long as you don't leave the camp," Hua Yunu smiled.

Lin Xin saluted slightly and turned away.

Dugulin was suddenly anxious.

"Hello! I said Lin's name! You really didn't show anything at all? Hello!"

She looked ruthless at Lin Xin's calm and calm back.

"Isn't that just borrowing some money? You're cruel!"

Lin Xin was speechless. It was true that Du Gulin did not look for other people to borrow money, but that was not looking down on others, but that the amount of money she borrowed was so large that the average person would definitely not lend her money. The acquaintance was borrowed all over her and she saw it through. Will definitely not borrow again.

Only him, so much money to spend, this is the original word of Du Gulin.

Listening to the faint voice of Hua Yunu arranging actions behind him. He didn't care. As for Dongyue, if not expected. It should have been detached.

at night.

The whistle of a soft groan slowly floated out of the corner of the camp.

Lin Xin stood across the flute and stood alone in the shadows, playing gently. There was no one around him, but one hand seemed to be holding someone's waist. It was as if there was someone beside him.

"The landlord is playing the flute again." Ouyang Fei leaned in front of his wooden house and looked at Lin Luo, who was carving a wood carving, whispered.

"He has always been like this." Lin Luo still focused on the black tree roots in his hands, and carved it with a small knife.

"After so many years, his wife died so long, can he still let it go?" Ouyang Fei was a little bit emotional.

"It's not that you can't let it go. It's Master ..." Lin Luo looked up and pointed to his head. "There is something wrong here."

"Uh ....." Lin Luo was so moved by a good sentimental mood that he suddenly changed his taste, and Ouyang Fei gave him a bad look.

"The owner's infatuation has been so utterly atmosphereless and unhappy by you!"

"Atmosphere? What is that? Can it be eaten?" Lin Luo casually said, "I don't like atmosphere or emotions, it will interfere with my spiritual practice."

"You don't like it doesn't mean you can suppress elimination." Ouyang Fei said casually.

"I'm trying." Lin Luo was a serious answer.

"What the **** are you thinking about?" Ouyang Fei was speechless for a while, and the two of them could be regarded as fateful and familiar. He talked a lot more casually.

Lin Luo thought seriously.

"I was thinking that if people can abandon emotions and act solely for the purpose. The efficiency of action is absolutely beyond imagination."

"Maybe, but I don't like people like that, living like that, tools, and walking dead?" Ouyang Fei shook her head.

"What meaning does that master have?" Lin Luo looked at Lin Xin again.

Ouyang Fei was also silent.

"A lot of people think Master is crazy," Lin Luo lowered his head and continued to sculpt. "They thought that geniuses would always be different, so it was normal."

"and then?"

"Only I know. Master is actually normal. Even more normal than we are." After finishing the sentence, Lin Luo lowered his head and continued carving.

"Normal? That's it?" Ouyang Fei pointed at Lin Xin, holding the empty air in one hand. Look down and kiss gently.

"..........."

Lin Luo looked up and then looked down.

"This doesn't count."

Ouyang Fei also wanted to laugh. However, seeing Lin Xin laying down his jade flute, speaking tenderly and indifferently to the air, she felt uneasy and panicked, and the smile on her heart faded away.

Lin Xin closed his sword and returned to the room. He accidentally saw a palm-sized sparrow at the door.

He paused, stretched out his hand, took out a bit of dry food, crushed it and put it in the palm of his hand, and immediately the little sparrow flew up and fell gently to his hand, pecking at the food.

Holding up the bird, Lin Xin's mouth unwittingly softened.

After teasing the little sparrow for a while and letting it go, Lin Xin just entered the room and closed the door, but suddenly heard an exclaiming sound from outside.

He walked out of the window and looked out. Between the thick branches of the giant trees outside, a little blue fluorophore lit up slowly and fluttered everywhere.

He glanced down at the Red Flower Sword, the rune on the blade was still glowing slowly, but it was not obvious that it was covered by the scabbard.

Getting ready to take off and change to rest.

Suddenly, a large raging warm current poured from the blade and rushed into his meridian fiercely.

Well.

Lin Xin snorted and took two steps backwards. I felt that my brain was impacted a little, but my heart was a reflection of joy. I knew this was Inmanto's beginning to absorb the essence of blood.

Before he waited to see how much Xiu had improved, a huge indescribable horrendous current suddenly flowed from the Red Flower Sword.

In just a few seconds, he seemed to feel it. A large wave of waves that made it difficult to breathe pressed on him.

boom! !!

Pangran's invisible force squeezed outward from his chest.

For a moment, Lin Xin spewed a **** bite, and his heart was frightened.

This is the first time that Inmanto has been released by him to move freely. Originally this guy had been around the camp, but after evolution it seemed to be able to move slowly. Unexpectedly, there was such a mess.

He felt the blood vessels in his body beating violently, squeezing, and might explode almost at any time.

"Come ..." He opened his mouth to spread the voice, but just opened his mouth and spit another blood.

The huge, horrifying hot stream was still pouring into him.

He tried hard to guide this force toward Guiyuan's vortex, but Guiyuan's crystal nuclei were quickly filled, and then the whole body meridians were quickly filled.

At the beginning, the warm current was barely easing, but just squeezed into the blood vessel indomitably. But later, the speed of power gradually increased, almost like a crazy cow desperately running towards the meridians.

After only a moment of effort, my vision was a little fuzzy ...

Lin Xin held the door frame and felt that his whole skin was about to be cracked. From the window glass, he saw himself at this moment.

The red blood vessels on the face are bulging, dense and dense like a worm, appearing bright red, and the eyes are blood red, covered with fine bloodshot.

Suddenly, he seemed to see a woman with dark hair and a red dress standing behind him, his face pale. Looking at him reflectively from the window, smiling.

"Lingling ..."

His vision became more and more dim, and he saw the woman slowly approaching him, getting closer and closer. Getting closer....

laugh! !!

A blood arrow shot out. Splashed on the glass, stained red.

For a moment, Lin Xin fell to his knees on one knee and could no longer support the serious imbalance and weakness.

He supported the ground with one hand, feeling that the inside of his body was being rapidly destroyed by a huge spiritual force, but the cultivation was a crazy climb.

I don't know how long it has passed, and the pain of the explosion will fade away.

Unconsciously, he slept slowly.

*

In the blur, Lin Xin opened his eyes again. But I saw myself lying in a confined space.

"This is ...?" He horrified to find that he was lying in a coffin.

There were people in the delicate coffin lying side by side with him. Looking over his face, he saw a familiar face.

Xiao Lingling's body was wearing a red dress. Lying on her back in the coffin, her face was still rosy and shiny as before. As if just sleeping.

Twenty years of sharing the same bed, countless memories suddenly swarmed.

"Ling Ling ..." Lin Xin seemed to have forgotten where he was for a while, and stretched out his hand to touch Xiao Lingling's face.

With his hand stretched out, but still in the air, he saw Xiao Lingling's plump face quickly rot, wither, and turn white. The originally shiny skin slowly lost its color, and mildew spots appeared.

The original beautiful eyes slowly sunk, gradually turning into two deep rotten eye holes. The flesh and blood on his face gradually decayed into rag-like corpse patterns.

Suddenly, Xiao Lingling opened her eyes and slowly turned her head towards Lin Xin.

An irrepressible joy mixed with fear filled his heart, Lin Xin wanted to reach out his hand to caress, but could only hang in the air.

His vision gradually blurred ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ At the last moment, when he was about to be completely invisible, he finally strove to reach out, as if the tip of his index finger touched something lightly.

There was a sigh in the dimness.

call!

Suddenly, she breathed heavily, panting, and when Lin Xin opened his eyes, he found that he was lying on his back on the ground of the wooden house, there was a little blood around him, and there was a big blood stain on his chest.

He sat up straight and looked at his hand. There was a small piece of skin faintly on the index finger, and there seemed to be signs of necrosis, as if the corpse had been left too long for the corpse to rot.

"Isn't it an illusion ...?"

"Maybe, maybe not ..." As if asking himself, he murmured to answer his question.

"Zhuangzhu! Zhuangzhu! Something went wrong!" There was a sudden knock outside the door. (To be continued.)

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