I said I'd go back in time

Chapter 41 Successful Assassination
In the depths of Wolong Mountain, an old man knelt down in front of the cave, and the sound of weeping and crying continued to go deep into the cave.

"My son..."

"I robbed five Yazhai wives and gave birth to seven daughters. It was not easy to have such a son."

"He's dead now! He was beheaded and hung on the top of the wall!"

"The whole family of the person who killed you deserves to die. I will send them all down to accompany you."

The old man is the bandit leader in Wolong Mountain, and his son is the dark young man who led the bandits to ambush Lin Xing a few days ago.

At this moment, the old man kowtowed in the direction of the cave, with tears and snot smeared together, and said sadly: "Saint, I want to avenge my son. I know Zhang Tiande can't be killed now, but what the hell is Lin Xing? "

"My son is dead, why is he still alive?"

A sigh came from the cave: "The dark thread in the Marshal's mansion is extremely important, and this time to suppress the bandits is the information he sent."

The old man stared wide-eyed and said: "Saint, as long as I can avenge my son, all the soldiers and horses in my village will be dispatched by the holy religion in the future, and there will never be a word of no."

"What's more, Lin Xing is seriously injured now, killing him will be effortless."

"On the contrary, let such a thing stay under Zhang Tiande's hands, that would be breeding tigers."

After a moment of silence in the cave, the other party's answer came.

"it is good."

"He's going to die."

……

On the second night, Lin Xing suddenly felt a sharp pain.

Then he opened his eyes and found himself lying on the bed intact.

"I am dead?"

"I'm lying on the bed well, but I can be killed?" Lin Xing rubbed his head, speechless for a while: "Is there such a good thing?"

After all, having died too many times, Lin Xing was not as extreme as before when he found out that he had been killed.

Even because he could take advantage of the opportunity of being repeatedly killed to hone his skills, he faintly looked forward to encountering this kind of life-and-death battle.

He even simply sat cross-legged, practicing meditation while waiting for the murderer to visit again.

The cat doll beside the bed turned over in a daze, put its face on the bed and said, "You are so noisy, Lin Xing, what happened?"

Lin Xing explained: "It's nothing, just someone killed me once."

Bai Yiyi said in a daze, "Be quiet, I'm so sleepy."

After a while, a puff of misty smoke suddenly surged in the room.

Lin Xing suddenly opened his eyes, looked towards the direction of the window, and saw a bamboo tube protruding in at some point.

"It turned out that they stunned me first and then killed me. No wonder I didn't know how I died."

Lin Xing didn't want to waste any more time for the other party to stun him again, so he threw himself out of the window regardless of his injuries.

Then I saw a man in black looking at Lin Xing who jumped out in surprise.

In the next moment, violent killing intent rose from both sides at the same time.

boom!
The fists of both sides collided fiercely in the air.

Lin Xing only felt a sharp pain all over his body, and all the unhealed wounds were torn apart again at this moment.

"This Lin Xing is seriously injured." The man in black on the opposite side smiled slightly, and with a flash of silver light on his waist, he saw a soft sword already in his hand, biting Lin Xing like a silver snake.

At this moment, Lin Xing was still injured, and the opponent was still holding a sharp weapon. After a few strokes, Lin Xing fell into a pool of blood.

……

"This killer should also understand the inheritance of soldiers, but he definitely has no sublimation skills."

"However, it is quite difficult to win in my unhealed state."

"In this case, I can rest assured."

Returning to his senses again, Lin Xing turned his head and thought in his heart: "While waiting, continue to practice the spell."

Because he was afraid that the other party would not be able to come when the light was on, Lin Xing practiced spells in the room in the dark, waiting for the other party's attack by the way.

Fighting to the death again and again, and dying again and again, Lin Xing's spell skills also continued to improve.

Until a trace of sleepiness flooded his heart, Lin Xing realized that he had been exercising for a long time.

Charm (0.3% per layer) → Charm (28.7% per layer)

"I have to rest, what should I do next? Shall I call the guards in the Marshal's mansion directly?"

But thinking of this, Lin Xing felt a little bit reluctant.

Could it be that when he met an assassin who took the initiative to assassinate him in close quarters, he always felt that it was a pity to only give him this chance tonight.

"To deal with such a vicious murderer, there is no need to talk about any rules. Only by making more use of his value can I recover my memory faster and better protect the world in the future."

"For the assassin himself, this is also paying for the sins he committed and contributing to world peace."

Thinking of this, Lin Xing's next training plan has emerged in his mind.

……

Fan Chaolun is an ordinary-looking middle-aged man with a popular face.

But he knew he wasn't popular.

He is a true disciple of Ziyang Temple in Taiping County. He has practiced excellent swordsmanship since he was a child, and his Ziyang swordsmanship has reached level 4.

Originally, he ate and drank delicious food in the Ziyang temple, guarded tens of thousands of acres of fertile land in the temple, and hundreds of slaves, so he could be said to have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of his life.

But Ziyang Temple was wiped out by the other party's troops because they refused to obey Zhang Dashuai's military order, and only Fan Chaolun escaped.

"Master, master, if it weren't for you, an old fool, who refused to pass on the sublimation of Ziyang swordsmanship to me, how could Ziyang Taoist temple be destroyed so easily?"

Every time he thought of Ziyang Temple being wiped out by Zhang Dashuai, Fan Chaolun couldn't help feeling his master's short-sightedness, and then he felt hatred for Zhang Dashuai.

Later, he got someone's advice and help, and with this public face, he sneaked into the Marshal's mansion, lurking here as an ordinary handyman.

But he knew that he was not ordinary. He was the last disciple of Ziyang Temple, an avenger lurking in the darkness, and a debt collector who coveted the lives of Zhang Tiande and his subordinates every day and night.

He knew that one day he would take back all the secrets of Ziyang Temple, and take back everything that should belong to him.

It's a pity that some time ago, he passed on the information about the bandit suppression. He thought he could give a good blow to the arrogance of Zhang Tiande's family, but he was destroyed by one person.

But finally today, he will kill the young man named Lin Xing and start the first act of his road to revenge.

"Hmph, he must be sleeping in the room right now. If his seriously injured body is hit by my mist again, he will definitely die next time."

Fan Chaolun came to Lin Xing's wing, looked up...but found that Lin Xing was not in the room.

"Not here? Did he go to the toilet?"

Fan Chaolun waited patiently for a while, and then searched in the small courtyard, but he couldn't find any trace of Lin Xing.

Next to the wall, Lin Xing rubbed his brows: "Isn't it over yet? I'm so sleepy."

Lin Xing, who has gone back in time time after time, has been able to accurately predict the sequence of Fan Chaolun's actions to find him, so that the other party can't even see him at the moment, and he doesn't know where to assassinate him if he wants to assassinate him.

In desperation, Fan Chaolun could only return to the room with a puzzled expression.

Lying on the bed, he thought to himself that he would let Lin Xing live another day, and he would wait until tomorrow night.

"Wait, Zhang Tiande, Lin Xing is just the first..."

Not far from Fan Chaolun's house, Lin Xing finally followed Fan Chaolun's room all the way after being killed several times in a row.

"Is it here?"

Lin Xing yawned and began to sit cross-legged on the ground, closing his eyes to rest.

About an hour later, he recovered a lot of energy, opened his eyes and looked at Fan Chaolun's position: "Let's get started."

He walked directly out of the other party's window and just looked at it.

From then until dawn the next day, he rested like this for a while, brushing alone for a while, resting for a while, brushing alone for a while...

In order to ensure efficiency, he will not brush himself too tired every time, and always close his eyes to rest when he feels a little tired to ensure his efficiency.

For him, the whole process was dry and boring.

But for another, the next few days were destined to be unforgettable.

(End of this chapter)