Too Early

Yang Lin saw the doubts of Haishu and could not help but explain to his own teaching: "The bandits have not been the first to slaughter villages. Although they are mortal, there are sectarian forces behind them. It is easy for us to kill those thieves. It’s easy to get rid of our door behind the door."

Haishu opened his mouth and finally closed.

A martial art that has only a forty-eight-leaf realm in the palm of the hand is indeed very fragile, he understands.

I looked at Haishu: "Although we can't get rid of those martial art, but the ability to protect your little child is still there, you can live with us with peace of mind."

Haishu looked at the teachings of the singer and finally understood why there were so many mortals in a cultivating sect...

Yang Lin arranged a separate room for Haishu, and told him about the members of Lingxiaomen. He left a few grains of Gudan, and then left.

As night fell, the entire Lingxiaomen was covered by the night, and the sea otter opened his eyes.

After a few days of cultivation, his injuries were better, but his anxiety was even better.

The only monk found can't unlock the seal for himself. Where is he going to find the second one?

The repair was ruined, the celestial being was sealed, and the enemy who killed the Yang family was powerless. The anger mixed with sorrow and rose from the heart. The sea otter clenched his fist, and his sword's sharp sharp eyebrows provoked slightly. There was a glimmer of flash.

Sitting cross-legged, Haishu closed his eyes and tried to mobilize the remaining aura of the body to attack the sealed species.

The golden seal on the fairy swayed slightly, and the overbearing and powerful force poured out. The blade generally rushed to the meridians of the sea otter. The pain hit, and the **** face of the sea otter disappeared, and the forehead was covered with cold sweat.

After several shocks, the immortal seal was as strong as ever, but the sea otter was completely out of force, sweaty and rainy, and soon fell to the bed.

When I was thrown into Lingtian, I was tortured every day, and I didn’t feel the pain I felt once today. The sea otter was dizzy, my thoughts drifted, and when I fell into the fog, I finally fell into a darkness.

"Ugh."

I don't know how long it took, a deep sigh fell into the ears of Haishu, who?

Haiyan’s eyes moved, and it felt like she had been struggling for a long time before she opened her eyes. The bright sunshine outside the window shone in, and the warm light seemed to melt people.

"Child, you woke up." Yang Lin came from the side with a pleasant voice.

Haiyan looked up and saw Yang Lin looking at himself with a look of concern.

"How are you feeling? I have been sleeping for three days, hehe."

Haitang frowned: "Three days?"

How can you be in a coma for so long? Even if you have injuries on your body, you can't be weak with this foundation.

Haitang remembered that before he was in a coma, he was desperate to attack the immortal seal. It seems that he should be countered by the mana sealed in the body.

"Do you know if you have a high fever? Maybe it was caused by a traumatic injury. You have been giving medicine for these days. Should the physical injury be better?" Yang Lin said with some concern.

The sea otter moved, but felt that there was not much strength, and the stomach was still screaming.

"Hahaha, are you hungry?" Yang Lin rarely saw this kind of cold-faced child showing a similar embarrassed expression. He was suddenly teased. He took a good rice porridge from the side and said to the sea, "Come, eat. Something."

After two days of training in the bed, Haishu’s weak body was only seven or eighty-eight, and he was finally able to get out of bed. He was a little bit eager to ask Ling Xiaomen’s palm, Yang Lu, whether he could be himself. Unblock the seal.

After Yang Lu checked his body, he revealed a complex expression that was similar to Yang Lin and shook his head.

Even though I have already understood this answer in my heart, Haitang is still somewhat lost.

On this day, the sea otter staying in the room for a long time came out.

Although there are many people in Lingxiaomen, there are only twenty true disciples. The rest are the lonely and poor people who are accepted by the sects.

These people are not living in white, and the entire cleaning work of Lingxiaomen is done by them.

Haitang walked on the mountain road, watching the green fields of Lingtian and the little monks working in Lingtian, could not help but think of what Qin Haoxuan had said to himself.

"Your heart is impure. From today on, you will pick up water for irrigation, pick and use fertilizer..."

"What are you looking at?" Yang Lin’s voice came from behind.

Haishu looked at him with a slight look and did not speak.

Yang Lin looked at the little child in front of him. He didn't look like a 13-year-old. But the indifference between the eyebrows and his own pride made him look extravagant. He could meet for the first time. The child had a scar. It’s full of grief and anger, but it makes people feel pity, plus the weird seal in his body...

It seems that it is not too small.

"Do you let your disciples grow Lingtian, but also to hone their hearts?" The silent sea otter suddenly spoke.

“Ah?” Yang Lin gave a slight glimpse and looked at the disciples who were working in Lingtian. They grabbed the hair and said, “No, let them plant Lingtian because we want to eat, not to cultivate Lingtian. What shall we eat?"

Haitang: "..."

"Hey, which monk is willing to go to the same land with the peasants? If the population of our sect is low, it is impossible for the disciples to plant the land."

There is a faint black line on the forehead of Haitang.

"It's awful." Yang Lin didn't know what he saw, his face was repeated, and he swept away toward Lingtian.

Hai Yan looked at her eyes and found that there were just four or five people from Lingtian.

When the sea otter walked to Lingtian, there were already two people, and five fierce men were confronting Yang Lin, who suppressed the anger.

"According to the agreement, Ling Lingmen's Lingmi, which is turned over to Zhaoyuege every year, is 50% of the harvest, but now you have to pay 70%. How can we get it?" Yang Lin's blood is rising, and a pair of eyebrows are tightly wrinkled.

There are five people in the Zhaoyue Pavilion disciples who came here, wearing a uniform black-moon round robe. Each look is arrogant and arrogant. When watching Ling Tian’s disciples, Lingzhong is unobtrusive. Disdain.

For the first person to call Zhao Lu, he is seven feet tall, long horse face, bronze bell eyes, although it is only a twenty-five leaf realm of the monk, but in the face of Ling Xiaomen disciples, the chin must be carried to the sky .

Hearing Yang Lin’s words, Zhao Lu’s mouth hangs a light smile: “Abandoning more than 70%? If you want to pay 10%.”

Yang Lin’s forehead was jumping, and he wanted to drink it directly. When he reached the mouth, he softened it again: “It’s not that we’re disgusting, but 70% is really a bit more... please leave us some points, we also To feed your own disciples..."

After Zhao Lu, a disciple smiled and said: "That is your business."

The disciples of Lingxiaomen above Lingtian were full of anger. As long as the elders spoke, they would definitely shoot out the group of guys who came to their own sects for prestige.

Yang Lin’s hands are shaking: “Don’t be too much.”

Zhao Luqi opened his mouth and smiled: "Excessive?"

The voice has not yet landed, and a white light suddenly emerged from the hands of Zhao Lu, slammed into Yang Lin, flew it out, and then rolled down the ground and picked up a dust.

The sea brow brows up instantly.

Zhao Luli was in the same place, his eyelids were half-lifted, and he glanced at Yang Lin who was lying on the ground: "This is too much."

"brute!"

The disciples of Ling Xiaomen saw that their elders were beaten, their anger was instantly ignited, and the farm tools around them would be played with this group of people.

Haitang came to Yang Lin and saw his nose bleeding. Obviously, the injury was not light. He reached out and helped Yang Lin: "How are you?"

Yang Lin shook his head: "You can't let them do it."

Haishu looked to the front, and the disciples of Lingxiaomen all picked up their weapons. They were angry and angry.

Yang Lu, who stands on the opposite side of the crowd, sees this posture of everyone in Lingxiaomen, just a scornful smile: "Dare to follow us on the moon pavilion, live impatiently? Want to be annihilated?"

The angry Ling Xiaomen disciple's face turned red, and there was a kind of impulse that ignored the killing. This feeling of being abused was too much wrong.

"stop!"

A voice came from behind the Lingxiaomen disciple.

Haishu looked at it and was a teacher.

Seeing his own teaching, Ling Xiaomen’s disciples seem to have found the backbone of the heart, and they have gathered in the past.

"Teaching!"

"This group of animals is too much!"

......

The Fang Dao people looked at the arrogant Zhaoyue Pavilion and they were silent.

"Teaching, you talk, even if we have fewer people, we can't be bullied like this!" Li Heng, a disciple of Ling Xiaomen, said with anger.

"Yes! We are low in strength, but we should have the bones!"

......

In the face of angry Ling Xiaomen disciples, the people in Zhaoyue Pavilion only watched the drama, and Zhao Lu stroked his cuffs. He said impatiently: "What is the ink? Hurry and hand over things, chaos like a dog. Hey, the listener is upset."

After seeing this sentence, the sea otter saw that the straight back was bent.

"Teaching." Li Heng screamed anxiously.

The monks looked at Yang Lin and waved at other people: "Forget it, give them."

Ling Xiaomen disciples looked at their own teachings unbelievably, and their angry faces were full of shock.

Zhao Lu looked at his own people to take things, his mouth smirked a smile, he walked slowly to Yang Lin, and reached out and patted Yang Lin’s chest: "I haven’t given it early, why As for the trouble to this point."

"gone."

Zhao Lu took the person from the Yuege Pavilion and left the Lingxiaomen without anyone.

The sea squinted at the back of the people who had left the moon, and looked back at the disciples on Lingtian.

On the green field of Lingtian, the disciples of Ling Yumen stood stiffly in the same place. Their faces were gray and sorrowful, and their eyes were stunned with obvious but ingraining anger.

The original atmosphere of harmony and joy of Lingtian ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ suddenly quiet down, only the breeze blowing.

The monks looked at the back of their disciples, and the old face had a sadness and helplessness.

"Teach you, go back first, here we clean up." Li Heng, the younger disciple, took the lead to clean up his mood. He came to the side of the party and whispered.

The monk closed his eyes and then sighed and spilled from his mouth: "When you are hard, go back, you will bring the elder Yang to the room."

"We don't work hard." Li Heng pulled his mouth and smiled.

Li Heng greeted Haishu to help him bring Yang Lin back to the room.

In the room, Haiyan looked at Yang Lin, who was placed in the bed, and looked at Li Heng, who had been busy with the elixir. He shook his head slightly and asked: "Is there a future in this sect? ?"

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