Lady Lin’s First-ever Journey to Immortality

Chapter 158: ready to move

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"I've said it all, if you don't come back, you won't come back, you just won't come back!"

In the Lin family's villa, Li Xi'er hung up the phone angrily, and the only one who could make her angry was the master who urged her to go back to the mountain gate all day long.

"What's the matter, who made you angry again?" Baojia asked with a smile when he saw Li Xi'er pouted.

In the past three years, Baojia's appearance has not changed at all, but her eyes have matured a lot, and she is no longer the vigorous and resolute girl who takes Wang Miao'e as an example when she speaks. In the past three years, the Lin family has been under a lot of pressure, and the Qin family may not be having a good time.

The Zou family seemed to be convinced of the news of Lin Luoran's death from the very beginning. Although they did not openly attack Lin's father and Lin's mother, they launched a series of suppression and revenge against the Qin family. The military and government are not in the same system, but they can stumbling each other. They can't move Commander Qin, so they start with his old subordinates. Anyone who has anything to do with the Qin family will inevitably encounter all kinds of difficulties from the Zou family.

You can't fight because you are in the army? There are always relatives, there are always friends, right? They still have to gain a foothold in society, how many companies can withstand the pressure from the Zou family

This has risen from a political contest to a level of life and death. Commander Qin can ignore himself, but he can't just watch his old subordinates worry about various hardships at home, and finally take the initiative to "retire from illness" in the second year.

Baojia is no longer the sole granddaughter of the commander of the military region, nor is she the intended daughter-in-law of the wealthy Liu family in Beijing. She is now an ordinary jewelry designer. The only unusual thing is that she is also practicing—living in the In the Lin family, Baojia never thought of eating for free.

Li Xi'er changed from her usual coquettish and naive, a little dignified: "Sister Baojia, have you noticed anything unusual lately?"

Baojia shook his head and looked at Li Xi'er puzzled. The latter laughed and changed the topic to cultivation. Although Li Xi'er is a single-line Daoist of the gold system, but based on his practice experience, he is enough to be a teacher of Baojia and Lin's father.

When Baojia left, Li Xi'er touched the "immortal rope" on her wrist thoughtfully.

In the past two days, the master's urging has become more and more urgent. In the middle of the night, Li Xi'er always felt some sneaky movements around the villa.

... It's them, are they finally going to attack the Lin family

A sense of despair surged in Li Xi'er's heart. She had obviously worked hard in cultivation for the past three years, but she was not as good as Senior Sister Lin who was in the secret environment. She had persisted for three years, and there was no reason to give up at the last moment.

Although death is terrible, being a cowardly person makes Li Xi'er hate herself.

Besides, the master won't let her die, right

What about the rest of the Lin family

In the mountainous areas in summer, the weather changes as it is said. One moment it is still clear and the sky is clear, but the next hour, the sky will be inadvertently covered by the sudden accumulation of dark clouds. The wind blew the curtains violently, and it seemed that it was going to rain again.

The irritable Li Xi'er was stunned, and for no reason remembered the thunderstorm three years ago. The weather was similar. A strange woman in black came. Sister Lin heard something at night, and she never came back after she went out... Li Xi There was mist in his eyes.

—Sister Lin, Xi'er is so tired, where are you

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The view of Qingcheng on the road a few miles away from Lin's villa.

If Li Xi'er's cultivation base was a little higher, she would definitely find her somewhat old and disrespectful master sitting on the grand master's chair.

Mu Lao sat at the top of his left hand, looking at his expression, he didn't seem very happy.

Mr. Guo still coughed badly, and his complexion was worse than Mr. Mu's.

The Master of Qingcheng Temple, Huizhu Laodao, sat directly above him, and Xiao An was on his side. Although he was still young, he was becoming more and more like the successor of the master of Qingcheng Temple.

In the small Qingcheng Temple, all the famous people in the world of practice have come. To put it bluntly, this is a regular meeting of the practice community, but to put it bluntly, it is an open discussion on how to carve up the Lin family.

Those who can help Lin Luoran speak, Mu always doesn't want to offend people's character, Guo always has old injuries, and it's okay to curse, but if you really want to use your hands, the injuries will explode immediately.

Chen Yun, the head of the Huaxia Special Department, was wearing a Chinese tunic suit and was a good old man who smiled at everyone. Although his cultivation level was low and he was one step short of building a foundation, because of the entanglement of various forces, his right to speak was not low.

Chen Yun's right-hand man, Wen Guanjing, was not present today for some unknown reason.

Four of the only remaining five foundation-building monks in China, Hui Zhu, Mu Lao, Guo Lao, and Li Xi'er's master Xi Heng, have come. It is said to be a businessman, but in fact Huizhu's cultivation in the later stage of foundation establishment is far ahead of everyone, and his opinion should be respected.

Although Wen Guanjing was not there, the Shushan writers were not absent. Everyone had their own thoughts, Chen Cha drank a few cups, and Xi Heng broke the tranquility first:

"We count a secular family like this, don't we..." Being old and disrespectful is one thing, but face is another. Thinking that Li Xi'er had eaten nothing in Lin's family for several years, Xi Heng couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

The Patriarch of the Wen family supported his beard and smiled: "Old Xi, I heard that your disciple is very stubborn."

What's so stubborn, the Patriarch of the Wen family smiled without saying a word, and just clicked.

What Xi Heng wanted to say, Huizhu opened his eyes: "Old Xi, you have to know the truth about the crime of being pregnant, we are not trying to kill people, as long as we get the things and take care of the Lin family in the future, it's not a problem... just The adopted son of the Lin family is a genius of a single lineage, if he doesn't cultivate it properly, it will be a loss to the cultivation world."

After seeing Huizhu's three or two sentences, Mr. Guo suddenly got up and coughed violently.

Mr. Mu sighed. There is still a big family behind him who wants to eat. For so many years, the Mu family has prospered. After three years of coordination and suppression, it is worthy of getting acquainted with the girl of the Lin family—she is a girl with good conduct. No Fukuzawa

The Patriarch of the Wen family smiled and rubbed his hands: "Why don't you just give that child to our Wen family?"

Who is willing to let go of a genius with a single element? No one who thought about it said anything. Xi Heng snorted coldly in his heart, Shushan Sword Cultivator is the right way, and when will even the earth element be robbed!

The earth element is the most upright and mellow, and has nothing to do with the fierce swordsmanship...

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Imperial capital, nursing home.

After three years of reconstruction, coupled with the "magic pill" provided by the master, the young master of the Zou family finally stood up.

If it was put on a good person, it would be an inspirational drama. As for Zou Yaowei, it can only be said that he has the potential to cause harm for thousands of years.

The young master of the Zou family was overjoyed, while his charming master was somewhat dissatisfied.

Although the power in the blood pool can make her bones rot and recover extremely quickly, with her current cultivation level, she cannot be reborn with a broken arm. The woman in black is stronger, how can she accept that she has only one hand to go out to meet people.

So for the past six months, the woman in black has been undergoing transplant surgery in the imperial capital - she needs to have the same length of hand bones as her, but also cares about the shape, the most advanced transplant surgery, and finally she uses the secret technique to fit the arm to the body. Without her as a cheap apprentice, it would not be easy to do.

After more than a dozen surgeries, I finally found an arm with a similar fit. As for where did the failed arm come from? The woman in black touched the barely qualified novices. With the power of the Zou family, they could always find qualified "donors".

Are they voluntary? The woman in black bared her nose, what does this have to do with her.

"You want to deal with the Qin Lin family, what's the matter?"

These days are too boring, watching a play is the only way to pass the time, right? The woman in black really wants to know whether those upright people who are serious on the surface, but disgusting in their hearts, when the Lin family is in trouble, will they help...or add insult to injury.

"Master, don't worry, the disciples have already ordered them to go down, and they won't kill them until we go to Rongcheng in person."

The woman in black looked at the bright red nails, and said with a delicate smile, "That's it, very good."

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The ground of Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum is full of tourists.

Below the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum is the bloody and dark Blood Pool Underground Palace.

Thousands of times of gnawing, the innocent souls have long lost patience with this tough bone that never dies, and the water in the pool of blood is tumbling. Occupy their place, it is better to throw it away!

Swimming away, Lin Luoran was floating in the pool of blood, his eyes, which had been closed tightly for three years, opened slightly, and his eyes ached from the glare of blood.

She didn't bother to lament the hard-won light, first checked the situation in her body, and a faint smile on her lips inadvertently—

Finally, the last trace of spiritual energy in the body was refined into spiritual power.

One year is definitely worth double the value.