Sword Demon Shinto

Chapter 64 Is He Unintentional?

"Although there are countless theories about the battle of Huaiyang City, no one knows better than me. The city collapsed and the bones were everywhere. Thinking about it still makes my heart tremble."

Lin Xuan said, several people looked at Lin Xuan together, their eyes were full of doubts, even surprises, the middle-aged scribe couldn't help but said: "Boy, don't fool us, talk like you have experienced it yourself."

Lin Xuan smiled, touched his chin, and said, "Barely, I have participated in it, and I survived by luck."

"Nonsense!" The middle-aged scribe said, and glanced at Lin Xuan, his face was full of contempt.

"It's just you, a kid who didn't even grow hair, and dared to say that he participated in the battle of Huaiyang City. Do you want to laugh my big teeth off? Do you think you are Li Fengyue, or are you unintentional? Do you think you look like it yourself? ?”

"Eh." Lin Xuan was taken aback, looked at his own attire, straightened his clothes, looked at the middle-aged scribe, and said, "Isn't it like that?"

"Ha ha!"

"Boy, do you think that if you carry two swords on your back, you are careless? Young man, it is good to have ambition, but once you pass it, it will be disgusting. You should do your duty and don't aim too high."

The middle-aged scribe laughed, and his companion also laughed, looking at Lin Xuan as if he was watching a monkey. Lin Xuan smiled awkwardly, and instead of defending himself, he asked, "What's wrong with me?"

"There is no resemblance in the whole body. You must be a child of an aristocratic family who has just come out of home to practice. I advise you, the rivers and lakes are dangerous, you need to be careful when walking, and go home quickly."

"Eh." Lin Xuan was stunned, his face trembling, he couldn't hold back a word, the middle-aged scribe smiled and said: "Forget it, boy, you look like a person in Huaiyang City, tell me about you How much do you know about that battle, don't make it up, I, Xiong Si, am a gangster, and I can expose your lies at a glance."

"En." Lin Xuan nodded, looked away from the middle-aged scribe, and looked at the unobstructed Surabaya, his heart slowly calmed down, as if returning to that battle, the last sword.

"The battle in Huaiyang City was just a battlefield for two people, and the rest of them were just a foil, or some people who wanted to make a profit, but because of greed, they lost their lives in the end."

"Li Fengyue, a once-in-a-thousand-year genius in the Eastern Plains, who practiced Taoism in the outer world. When he thought about it, the sky ignited, and with a wave of his hand, the sea of ​​flames started a prairie fire, and countless flame beasts evolved, but..."

Lin Xuan's tone paused, and he closed his eyes, recalling the last sword, when he merged with the Heixuan sword, his body seemed to have undergone unknown changes, but now thinking about it, he is at a loss.

"Say it, and then what?" the middle-aged scribe urged, and realized something was wrong as soon as he spoke.

"Cough! I mean my eyes were covered by a puff of smoke and I couldn't see clearly. I need you to recall it for me. In fact, I was in Huaiyang City at that time. The smoke and dust covered my vision. You should be closer. , I probably see it clearly." The middle-aged scribe argued, Lin Xuan smiled lightly.

"Li Fengyue is strong, but Wuxin is even stronger. Holding a sword in his hand, he slashed out countless sword lights. The earth cracked, the sea of ​​fire disappeared, and the sky-high flames overflowed the earth. The last sword was even more terrifying, and the sword was swung..."

"Well, it's almost right, you continue." Seeing that Lin Xuan stopped again, the middle-aged scribe continued.

"I forgot."

"Forgot? Can you forget all of this?" The middle-aged scribe asked in disbelief. Lin Xuan smiled helplessly. He really forgot. The last sword, just for a moment, he seemed to have lost his sanity and only had a vague impression.

"Boy, are you fooling us?" The middle-aged scribe said, thinking about what Lin Xuan said, he always felt something was wrong, Lin Xuan spoke as if he was in the scene, how could this be possible.

"How can you know so clearly? In the battle of Huaiyang City, half of the city was smashed and turned into ruins within a few kilometers. How did you know that? Could it be a nonsense?"

"Hehe, what do you think?" Lin Xuan smiled lightly, and looked into the distance, a shallow white line was approaching the shore.

"Boy, you'd better tell the truth, don't bluff us, you can't afford the consequences of lying to us." The middle-aged scribe threatened, and several companions also had vicious expressions on their faces.

"I said it a long time ago, but you don't believe it, and if I say it again, you won't believe it either, so what do you want me to say?" Lin Xuan said lightly, looking at the shore through the thick water mist.

On the edge of Surabaya, a carriage stopped quietly. A woman in red and several men with golden masks stood, looking at the oncoming boat with a respectful expression. The woman in red even had a bit of awe on her face.

"Son!"

Lin Xuan stepped out of the boat, and the woman in red and several gold-masked men saluted Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan nodded and said, "They are all from my own family, so there is no need to be formal."

"Ning Caiyue, I haven't seen you for more than half a year. She has become more and more mature and attractive. No wonder that kid Wu San is so in love with her. He is going to come to Dajin for personal gain. I think he just wants to see you."

"What?" Ning Caiyue was shocked and looked at Lin Xuan.

"Why, don't you believe me?"

"Caiyue believes it, but I'm just too excited. Thank you for your kindness." Ning Caiyue took a deep breath and bowed deeply to Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan smiled lightly and accepted the bow.

Wu San is the only innate strong man in the dark night, and he was harmed by the little lady Ning Caiyue, so he can bear this worship. Wu San is an orphan, he was rescued by Lin Xuan when he was young, and he was trained as a killer for more than ten years After all, people are not grass and trees, who can be ruthless, and finally fulfilled them.

"Okay, don't compliment me anymore, by the way, where is Zi Ye, why didn't you see him?"

"Ziye is in Jindu, something happened in Jindu, Ziye has already left, I believe the result will come soon." Ning Caiyue said, Lin Xuan nodded, glanced at the dull-looking people behind, and smiled He smiled, stepped into the carriage, and did not react until the carriage left a few people.

"She is... Ning Caiyue?" The middle-aged scribe said tremblingly, his face full of shock.

"how is this possible?"

"Is it just the same name and surname? How could the king of Fengyang County come to the side of Sishui? It must be impossible!"

"Just now she seemed to be calling that kid, that kid..."

A few people stared blankly at the carriages disappearing on the road little by little, with countless questions in their hearts.

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"Who is he?" the middle-aged scribe said, as if talking to himself, several people's eyes focused on the middle-aged scribe, and one person's eyes were fixed, as if thinking of something, his face was full of horror.

"Xiong Si, he seems to have said that he is unintentional."

Unintentional!

A taboo-like name constantly echoed in the minds of several people. The instigator of the Huaiyang City War was rumored to have defeated the Prince of Yan, Li Fengyue, and beheaded countless powerful men. He could be called an invincible figure in the world.

Is it really him? The few people are almost numb. Such characters are actually on the same boat with them, and they were even ridiculed. Thinking of this, the middle-aged scribe felt a chill in his heart, and his head was covered with cold sweat. Ma De, pretending to be the real master.

(End of this chapter)