long night walk

Chapter 633 After the Heroes
Bai Lian was vaguely aware of the invisible battlefield and gunpowder that unfolded between the two of them. He swallowed unconsciously, and subconsciously rubbed his palms on his thighs a few times because of anxiety.

At the time of the dilemma, some movement came from outside the cave, which caused the group of monks who had closed their eyes to rest opened their eyes at once.

They cheered with great surprise: "It is the young master who has returned."

"The son is back!"

"Hurry up and boil the noodles, the young master has been away for a whole day, I'm afraid I'm already hungry."

"Hey, the young master is injured! The doctor quickly prepare the wound medicine for the young master to bandage!"

The sudden change also interrupted the confrontation between the two sisters-in-law.

Su Jing and Yin Baishuang looked at each other wordlessly, then turned their heads away without looking at each other.

Bai Lian heaved a sigh of relief, and stroked his chest in fear.

Bai Li'an knew a thing or two about the young master that everyone was talking about from Xun Guan.

This person is a descendant of the famous general of the Daze Kingdom, a hereditary first-class prince, a high-ranking, proper royal family and nobleman.

His father inherited the national surname 'Lin' and was taught by the head of the national master of Shangyang Academy. His mother and his father were from the same school. Both parents were from the top elites of the academy. After this one, I have to respectfully call him Young Master.

No matter how you look at it, such a noble-born young master shouldn't appear in such a dangerous place.

Naturally, it was not his own unrealistic dream of being a hero who forced a young master who was supposed to be pampered into such a situation of losing his dignity and becoming a war slave of the demons.

His parents were both generals of the country, commanders of the emperor, noble and powerful pure-blood nobles.

It's a pity that in recent years, his parents have become more and more aware of the old wounds left by the Langya Demon Sect due to their participation in the First War against Zhao. .

Overnight, the two family leaders separated suddenly, and the Lin family has gradually declined since then.

And now Lin Zheng just won the title of Martyr in vain.

Lin Zheng wanted to revive his family's reputation with all his heart, and even risked himself to go deep into the devil world, where he was tortured by the claws of monsters all day long in a place of life and death like the slave camp.

The purpose is to win the Dragon Ball today, make an indelible feat, and reproduce the glory of the Lin family back then.

Although such a hot-blooded idea is excellent, Bai Lian feels that the young master Lin Zheng's arrangement and actions are not appropriate after all.

Even if he managed to find the dragon ball in this land of dragon veins with the help of Milu, how could he bring the dragon ball back to the human world to rejuvenate the Yao family when the group of demon rings are waiting and the Dark Crow Realm Bridge is cut off? ?

However, seeing how much trust everyone had in him, they seemed to believe that this little duke could successfully lead them away from this sea of ​​suffering.

The deserted and rocky mine suddenly became extremely busy because of Lin Zheng's return.

Although the crowd shouted and clamored to get the medicine quickly, the young master's injury was not serious. There was a bloody gash on his arm, which looked like a sword wound, and the wound seemed to be coming. The road has been dealt with at that time, and the bleeding has already stopped.

Looking at Lin Zheng's steady pace, his youthful figure was particularly heroic by the ore. Except that his clothes were covered in dust and mud and he looked rather embarrassed, he didn't see any other serious injuries on his body.

He passed the crowd, waved his hand to signal everyone not to make a fuss, and held a cloth bag in his hand.

It seemed that some animal had been hunted in the sac, and it was struggling and growling.

He walked swiftly and came to Su Jing at the first moment, with excitement in his eyes: "Miss Jing, when I went out to explore the terrain, I was lucky enough to hunt a little guy who became a spirit. You have extensive experience in the art of Taoism, I wonder if you can do it?" Form a psychic speech with this little guy?"

The underground dragon veins cover mountains and rivers, even if it is the land of the dragon's tail, the territory is more than a thousand miles long.

If you want to find the specific location of Dragon Ball, you may have to ask the land spirit to identify the location.

Hearing Lin Zheng's full of energy, Bai Lian couldn't help being surprised.

Seeing that his cultivation base is only in the realm of expanding the sea, in the mine, there are many seniors in the spirit realm, and they dare not wander into this deep and secluded world alone. This young master does not have a fire demon lantern Under such circumstances, he was able to capture a spirit body alive.

The means are not bad.

Ze lived in the southern country, based on Shangyang, and served Taixuan.

Shangyang Xuegong is the imperial academy of self-cultivation, and Taixuanzong is the national religion of Zeguo. In terms of status, Taixuan is above Shangyang.

Therefore, Lin Zheng's special respect for Su Jing in his eyes is not unreasonable.

Su Jing glanced at the cloth bag in his hand, and didn't even order him to open it, his clear eyes seemed to see through the origin of this spirit at a glance.

There was no wave in her eyes, and she spat out four words coldly like smoke: "Spirit of Sword Qi."

Lin Zheng's eyes suddenly brightened, and his expression became more excited: "Spirit of Sword Qi?!"

Su Jing closed his eyes, as if he was not very interested in this thing: "Sword energy transforms spirit, only speaks with sword, you swallow a spirit sword for it, and it will conclude the words with you."

Hearing this, Lin Zheng's face was even more joyful. After bowing deeply to Su Jing, he untied his cloth bag, stretched out his hand to move backward, and said, "Ye Shu, I will lend you a sword."

He stretched out his hand very naturally, asking for it as a matter of course, as if he never realized how important a sword is to a monk.

What's more, the freedom and dignity of the monks in the slave camp were all deprived by the slave trainer. With Milu's domineering temperament, how could he give them the opportunity to equip more weapons in private.

Therefore, the people in the room are basically equipped with a sword.

It is still unknown what kind of crisis will be encountered ahead. If the sword is lost, the ability to protect oneself will undoubtedly be greatly reduced.

It was only then that everyone noticed that a young man in Tsing Yi followed Lin Zheng step by step, and he did not deliberately hide his aura.

But in front of a person like Lin Zheng who has a strong sense of presence, he seems to have become extremely insignificant, making it difficult for people to detect his existence.

What Lin Zheng said was borrowing a sword, and there was no order in his tone.

But even an outsider like Bai Lian can feel the difference in status between the two.

Ye Shu stood there for a while without moving, perhaps because he lowered his head, the abrupt shoulder blades on his back made his figure extraordinarily thin and cold.

Lin Zheng, who didn't get a response, gradually became impatient, and he repeated his words again, saying: "Ye Shu, lend me your sword, and I will return you a better one when I go back."

Almost no one who knew Lin Zheng would doubt the weight of his words.

Although Lin Zheng sometimes acts extremely arrogant and unscrupulous, as if he never knows how high the sky is and how thick the heart is, but he has never regretted what he promised.

When he said that he would return him a better sword, it was definitely not a perfunctory word.

Everyone saw Lin Zheng's urgency and urgency, and couldn't help but frowned, accusing Ye Shu of wrongdoing: "Young Lord is waiting to use the sword, this is your master's order, you, the son of a retainer, are you trying to resist the order?" No?"

"Little Marquis promises to give you back a better sword. Of course, you won't want your sword in vain. What's more, since you are a servant of the Lin family, let alone a sword. How much do you spend on food and clothing?" It's not owned by the Lin family, why do you have no eyesight to see the master's order?"

"Hmph, if it were me, a mere pair of swords would be enough to bring me a lifeline. I had already held the sword with both hands."

Ye Shu's shoulders trembled, and he finally had a reaction. After a while, he slowly raised his face, his eyes filled with gloom, and his voice was very cold: "Then you come."

The person who spoke just now, his chattering mouth froze immediately, and he couldn't help turning into anger from embarrassment: "What the young master wants is your sword, so what has it to do with me! Don't try to shirk it, and make things happen for your master. The slave should do his duty, and dare to push back and forth like this. If the old Hou Ye hadn't taken you as an orphan on the battlefield back then, you would have died under the iron cavalry of some army.

I remember that even the sword in your hand today was bestowed on you by the old Hou Ye when he was still alive.how?Now that the old Hou Ye is gone, the little Hou Ye can't do anything about you.Or do you really think that, as the rumors say, after you get the sword of Chengdao from Shangyang Xuegong, you can stand up and become the head of the prince and mansion? "

The human monks who have been rolling in the night of life and death where the demons danced all year round are forced by the darkness of death all day long. After years, this temper can be improved a bit.

Such a person has long been tempered by the threats of blood, severe cold, and death into the bitter and mean appearance he is now.

There was a loud bang.

On the solid rock wall of the mine, a cold stone was forcibly picked out by one hand, and it fell to pieces under the feet of the man angrily.

Lin Zheng's face had extremely angry blood flowing upstream, his eyes were frighteningly dark, and boiling molten iron was poured into flames inside.

The man jumped up in shock, with a terrified expression on his face: "Little...Little Lord."

As if being touched on a topic that shouldn't be touched, Lin Zheng's youthful and youthful face was full of anger: "Whenever it is your turn, a child from a third-rate family, to talk about the affairs of my Lin family's marquis mansion. Four!"

That person also seemed to realize that under his excited nonsense, he set off the anger of the little prince, and quickly shut up.

Compared to the young master's anger, Ye Shu, who was sharply targeted, slowly calmed down with an extremely abnormal reaction. He raised his eyes to look at Lin Zheng, his eyes were cold and downcast, bottomless.

The pinched pale knuckles that were pressing on the hilt loosened little by little, he untied the sword belt, threw the sword out of its scabbard, then turned around and left the mine.

Lin Zheng pulled out the sword he threw over, his dark eyes reflected the word 'white water' on the sword body, and said in a cold tone, "What a white water sword."

As a student with good moral character in Shangyang Academy, logically speaking, even if he wanted to get in touch with the spirit of sword energy, he would never ruin an extremely important inheritance of the Academy so easily. sword.

Lin Zheng's sneering face concealed a bit of bitter jealousy.

The son of a prince and general is actually jealous of a servant?
The spirit of sword energy that was released from the cloth pouch looked like a naive child. Its body shape was very similar to Shou's, but it didn't have the yin and cold aura unique to Shou's body.

Soon, it unceremoniously ate the Baishui sword fed by Lin Zheng, and then patted its belly and burped, seemingly very satisfied.

Perhaps it hadn't had a full meal in this dark place for too long, and when it was suddenly fed such a 'big meal', it couldn't help but look at Lin Zheng from hostility to kindness.

It didn't have much resistance to Lin Zheng's psychic technique, and cooperated with him to complete a perfect spiritual exchange.

During the conversation that others could not understand, Lin Zheng's face became more and more joyful, and the eyes that looked at the sword spirit became more and more like a treasure.

After the spiritual words were over, Lin Zheng told everyone the good news.

His luck was really blessed by the gods, and the spirit of sword qi he had worked so hard to catch was actually one of the three thousand sword qi of the dragon-slaying sword in the town of Longwei.

In this way, the day when everyone finds the Dragon Ball is naturally not far away.

Everyone was overjoyed, and the atmosphere in the mine suddenly became extremely hot and excited under the news of this surprise, and several people even clamored to open the jar of wine so that they could have a drink.

Lin Zheng, who was in a good mood, naturally applauded happily.

Bai Lian couldn't stand the noisy atmosphere, so he briefly explained to Xun Guan that he wanted to walk around.

Xun Guan was also immersed in the joy of finding the sword spirit of the Dragon Slaying Sword so quickly, and had no time to greet Bai Lian.

After casually instructing him a few words not to leave too far away from the defensive circle set up by the crowd, he joined the ranks of the crowd and went to congratulate and toast Lin Zheng's young master.

Carrying the lamp, Bai Lian quickly left the mine. The damp wind in the veins rolled up his clothes, and a cool breeze entered his face. The wind seemed to be stained with sadness, adding a touch of desolation and emptiness to the world.

"You can't see, and you walk with a lamp, don't you think it's a bit of a move?" Not far away, Ye Shu's voice came through the wind and sand. His voice was a little hoarse, but it didn't sound like a boy's voice.

That's right, his cultivation base is on the same level as Lin Zheng's, so how can he be a teenager at his age.

It's just that for some unknown reason, his body stopped the growth cycle, and the years stayed in his youth forever, never growing up.

Bai Lian looked sideways, followed Ye Shu's direction with a smile, and said, "This lamp can be used to search for spirits, not to guide the way."

To Ye Shu, Bai Lian should be an unfamiliar face. For a stranger who suddenly joined their team, even Xun Guan, who didn't seem to have much intention, kept pushing his identity.

But Ye Shu didn't seem to be interested in these things. After a moment of silence, he asked the question he was interested in: "Why don't you drink with them to celebrate?"

Bai Lian tilted his head, puzzled and said: "Why are you celebrating? Is there any happy event?"

Ye Shudao: "With the guidance of the spirit of sword energy, they will be able to find the Dragon Ball soon. Once they find the Dragon Ball, they will be able to leave the Demon Realm."

Bai Lian laughed and shook his head, but stopped talking.

At this time, Ye Shu, who was supporting the grotto, covered his mouth with one hand, as if he wanted to speak, but he couldn't make a sound.

His shoulders trembled, and his extremely thin back bent down fiercely, forming a tight bow arc. He coughed so hard that his throat and lungs seemed to be brutally cut open by an invisible sharp blade. .

Along with his violent coughing and suppressed vomiting, hot blood spurted out from between his fingers, and the ground was colorful, scarlet and desolate.

Little by little, the thin Tsing Yi blew out a large swath of wet red. Such a cold and melancholy person seemed to have become extremely haggard in an instant.

(End of this chapter)