Sword Demon Shinto

Chapter 414 Another Killer

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A short blade pierced through the air and stabbed towards Lin Xuan's heart. Lin Xuan looked indifferently. Looking at the old man in front of him, the old man's eyes were fixed, and the short blade stopped at Lin Xuan's chest.

"Where did you take the young master?" the old man asked, looking at Lin Xuan with a fierce look on his face, Lin Xuan glanced at the old man lightly, passed the old man, walked into the cabin, and put Ning An on the wooden bed .

"He has been holding back here for too long. A young man should have the vigor and vigor of a young man, and should not bear too much. This dark cabin should not be a place for him to stay."

Lin Xuan looked at the old man, said slowly, and sat cross-legged. The old man looked condensed, closed the cabin door, and sat down.

"Master, have you been drinking?"

"Ah."

"You gave it?"

"Ah."

Lin Xuan nodded, took out two more jugs of wine from Qiankun Ring, took a sip, and threw the other jug ​​of wine to Mr. Fan. Mr. Fan took the wine, but did not drink it, and put it aside.

"I do not drink."

"Why, is it because of Ning An? You are so vigilant and don't trust anyone, as if everyone is your enemy. It makes me more and more interested in Ning An's identity."

Lin Xuan said indifferently, as if he glanced at Fan Lao unintentionally, Fan Lao's expression became tense again, and he looked at Lin Xuan.

"You are just a guard. It's best not to think too much, and don't think about the identity of the young master. I don't know what your background is? But as long as you dare to touch a single hair of the young master, I will fight you hard!"

"Hehe, Mr. Fan, it's good that you know, I'm just a guard, why are you so vigilant?"

Lin Xuan smiled softly, took another sip of wine, and suddenly stretched out a hand towards Elder Fan. Elder Fan was startled, turned his hand over, and a cold light suddenly appeared, and the dagger appeared in his hand. He looked at Lin Xuan with a vigilant look on his face. color.

"What do you want to do?"

"I didn't think about what to do, it's been a day, and it's time for us to pay the bill. We agreed, one thousand spirit coins a day, Mr. Fan, you are so old, don't you want to renege on the bill?"

"Eh." Fan Lao was stunned for a moment, staring blankly at Lin Xuan, and after a while he came back to his senses, sat down again, took out a thousand spirit coins, and handed them over to Lin Xuan, who accepted them with a light smile. Passed the spirit coin.

"Okay, the bill is settled, and we have money. I'll go out for a walk and be back soon."

Lin Xuan said, stood up, opened the cabin door, and walked out. Elder Fan's head was a little confused. He glanced at the pot of wine beside him, and then at the door. Lin Xuan had disappeared, and his eyes were slightly concentrated. , directly picked up the jug, and drank slowly.

"By the way, Mr. Fan, I forgot to tell you. Don't worry about me." Suddenly, Lin Xuan appeared at the door again, looked at Mr. Fan, and said with a smile. color.

"Mr. Fan, I'm leaving. I'm really leaving this time. You should drink slowly so that you don't choke."

"Ha ha!"

With a loud laugh, he left a few more pots of wine. Lin Xuan really left this time. Mr. Fan sat on the ground, full of embarrassment, scolding the bastard in his heart. He looked at the wine on the ground, but still couldn't hold back. drank up.

Outside the cabin, the turmoil of dead people had receded, there were far fewer people, and no one noticed Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan pretended to be a drunkard, and walked staggeringly on the deck.

"Others laugh at me as crazy, I laugh at others who can't see through, uh, wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha left..."

Muttering indiscriminately, with disheveled hair covering his face, reeking of alcohol, he staggered along the way, all passers-by covered their noses and looked at Lin Xuan with disgust.

"Where did the drunkard come from, it's disgusting!"

"The herringbone area is like this. The quality of people varies. It is normal to meet such a person."

"It's too dirty, stay away from him."

……

Where Lin Xuan passed by, there were all kinds of insults and reprimands. Lin Xuan seemed crazy, but actually he listened to everything in his heart, his eyes were shining, and he looked at everyone on the deck.

In the herringbone area, there must be more than just the young man in blue. There must be other killers. Lin Xuan doesn't like this feeling of being out of control and out of control. He wants to find him.

On the deck, women, men, old people, and young people, Lin Xuan's gaze passed over each of them, and finally fell on a woman in a coquettish dress in the corner. This woman looked like a prostitute, but she was the only one. A man who showed no disgust when he passed.

It was her, Lin Xuan's eyes flickered, and he walked past the woman again, tilted his head, and deliberately fell on the woman. The woman seemed to be panicked, but in fact, she took a step to the left and avoided Lin Xuan. .

"Where is the drunkard, you can touch Miss Chun'er, get out of here, and don't let me touch you again!"

A stout man lifted Lin Xuan up from the ground, threw him out, then turned his head to look at the woman, smiled, and showed great courteousness to the woman. Lin Xuan showed an evil smile on his lips, and left.

On the tip of the woman's hair, a piece of green leaf was attached, like a tarsal maggot, it had not been used for a long time, and I almost forgot about it, it was a treasure that Lin Xuan got from a city before.

A tree branch with a few leaves on it, put the leaves on the person who wants to track, even if it is thousands of miles away, you can still use the tree branch to sense it, Lin Xuan called it "thousands of miles without a trace".

The matter was done, Lin Xuan staggered away from the deck, straightened his body, scratched the long hair covering his face, threw it back, and smiled, although his body was still heavily stained, he still couldn't resist his airy temperament.

In the cabin, Lin Xuan came in, and saw a drunken old man, lying in a shapeless manner, muttering words, and he didn't know what he said. Seeing this scene, Lin Xuan shook his head.

An old man, a young man, just the two of them directly set foot on the airship to Dadu. I really don't know if it's because they are too big, or what. If it wasn't for him, they would probably die tonight.

After closing the cabin door, Lin Xuan sat cross-legged, activated the Medicine King's ancient scriptures, and began to recover from his injuries, as well as Bai Daohai.

The meaning of sorrow, this is a different kind of Taoism, perhaps unprecedented in history, as for the grade, Lin Xuan does not know, but he knows, the general Taoism in front of the meaning of sorrow, it is scum.

Compassion, formless and formless, goes straight to the mind and soul. It should be regarded as a kind of soul morality, but how to cultivate it?
Killing, devouring, and merging into one's body, this is the method of magic cultivation. In a short period of time, from the first level of the king to the third level of the king, it is overbearing and terrifying, and it is not tolerated by the world!

Sadness, the Taoism condensed by grief and silence, is it necessary to let oneself continue to be sad, sad to the soul, so that you can continue to advance, but Lin Xuan is a normal person, how can there be so much sadness.

After thinking for a while, there was no progress. Lin Xuan shook his head and stopped thinking about it. His mind sank into the sea of ​​grief, and slowly recovered. Now, the most important thing is to step into the sea of ​​heart again.

(End of this chapter)