"Ah... Uncle?"
Lin Suci heard Lin Zhixi's voice and hardly dared to look at his expression.
Perhaps there is only one person in the world who cares about him and treats him well to this wicked son who was abandoned at birth.
Now he was lying in a pool of blood in front of him, his whole body lost the paleness of blood, and there was no sign of life.
"Uncle!!!"
Lin Zhixi, who fell on the ground, was trembling all over. He couldn't stand still, and his unreliable voices overlapped with each other. His hands and feet crawled towards the bluestone slab that was stained red.
Bai Qingkong followed him, trying hard to support him. At this time, he couldn't say much, and could only accompany Lin Zhixi forward.
Lin Suci held Yan Boshen's hand with his backhand, his palm felt cold, and he couldn't bear to look at it.
The man lying in a pool of blood was picked up by Lin Zhixi, a sharp cut tore through his chest, and the coagulated blood shed bright red blood as Lin Zhixi moved his body. .
"Uncle!!!"
Lin Zhixi confirmed the lifelessness of the person in her arms several times, and grief came from it, and she couldn't make a sound while holding the person in her arms.
A gust of wind passed through the verdant bamboo forest, whimpering like weeping.
There is no trace of anger in this small courtyard abandoned by the world.
Lin Zhixi's cry and Zhu Lin's sob became the only voices here.
After an unknown period of time, Lin Zhixi gradually calmed down.
The person he held in his arms closed his eyes, and he could no longer feel his sadness.
Lin Zhixi wanted to pick him up, but his legs were so soft that he quaked, and he almost fell together with his feet.
Bai Qingkong steadily supported him.
Lin Zhixi's eyes were straight, and the man who was a bit taller than Bai Qingkong was very weak at this moment, relying on the support of Bai Qingkong, barely standing firm.
Lin Suci bit her lower lip, really unable to put her hands on her shoulders, stepped forward with Wan'er, and gave Lin Zhixi a hand.
There are only two bamboo houses in the small courtyard. They are facing each other. The door is open, and there is a small stove at the door. There is a clay pot on the stove, and the strong smell of "medicine" inside burns red with it. Charcoal beeps and gurgles.
When Lin Zhixi crossed the threshold, he saw the pot of "medicine" and his eyes were dripping blood.
In the simple room, there is an Arhat bed by the window. There is also a gossip notebook on the bed. A few pages are opened. On the pages of the book, the bamboo leaf clip that blows in with the wind-shun window is embedded in it. in.
Bai Qingkong and Wan'er were more vigorous, and helped Lin Zhixi support the person, put them gently on the bed, tidy up the appearance of the person, looked at each other, and took two steps back.
Standing behind Bai Qingkong, Lin Suci saw the man whose remains had been tidied up.
Lin Zhixi called his uncle, but he didn't look like an uncle at all.
However, at the age of thirty, the face with closed eyes did not receive the torture before death, and Serenity seemed to fall into a deep sleep. The soft facial features do not have any edges and corners. If you don't look at his blood-stained clothes, it is like a teacher in a private school.
Lin Zhixi bent her knees and knelt before the man's bed.
After a while, he curled up into a ball in pain and let out a cry like a trapped beast.
The tall and handsome man was fragile and vulnerable at this moment, his shoulders shrugged and trembled.
Lin Suci tugged Yan Boshen's sleeve and quietly backed out.
Wan'er, who was following them, also came out, and Bai Qingkong's sleeve was pressed by Lin Zhixi, he did not dare to alarm Lin Zhixi, and did not come out with him.
In the small courtyard filled with the fragrance of "medicine", the blood is mottled.
Wan'er pursed her lips, walked to the corner to find the broom, made a squeeze, and washed and cleaned the yard.
This is a plot that Lin Suci does not know. He was standing in the yard that was freshly washed with water, but the tip of his nose had the bloody blood that had just arrived. He stared at the bright water beach on the ground that could reflect the shadow, feeling a little dazed.
"Let's go." It was Yan Boshen who broke the deadlock first.
He held Lin Suci's hand and raised his hand to call for a flying sword.
"Go now?" Lin Suci hesitated, "but Lin Zhixi his uncle..."
"It has nothing to do with us."
Yan Bai interrupted him slightly.
"Every moment of the day, the dead are more than visible. Vendettas are "suicides" or accidents. It is something that people around them should "worry" about."
Yan Boshen said something cold and ruthless.
But it is also the most typical attitude in the realm of cultivation.
Lin Suci also knew that this uncle of the Lin family, who seemed indisputable in the world, would be pierced through the chest by such a sharp sword, and there must be an intricate story behind it.
"Can you see his cultivation level?"
Naturally, he was referring to Lin Zhixi's uncle.
Lin Suci shook his head honestly when he heard the words, "I can't see it."
For him, it is possible to say that the uncle is just an ordinary mortal.
After all, from his body, there is no strong breath. Death did not cause harm to the surroundings.
"It's Jindan."
Yan Bai revealed the answer faintly: "Anyone who can kill a golden core monk with a single sword must be above the Nascent Soul."
Foundation building is the first hurdle for entry, and integration is a test of the monk's path to monasticism. If you speak more severely, you can count as a low-level monk below fusion. Jin Dan is regarded as a middle-level cultivator; Yuan Ying has already stepped into the high-level door.
No matter how strong the Golden Core cultivator was, it would be difficult to deal with a Nascent Soul cultivator. The crushing strength of innate "sex" will make the Jindan brothers breathless.
For so many years, the myth of counterattack can be created, but only a few Sword Saints have been glorious.
Lin Suci's face changed slightly.
A Nascent Soul monk, to their group, is no different from a god crushed by one hand.
"When he came, he held his breath not long ago, and his vitality had just dissipated, and his death was not long." Yan Baishen explained, "The murderer, he didn't go far."
If you kill a carbine at this time, the people in their yard will all be dumpling stuffing.
Lin Suci immediately understood the importance of the matter.
He immediately said: "Then we will go now."
He turned around and stepped across the threshold. When he first entered to call Bai Qingkong and Lin Zhixi, a hurricane blew the bamboo forest out of the courtyard, and the bamboo forest was bent over by a hurricane. Many bamboos with thick arms snapped and snapped.
"… That's too late."
Yan Baishen whispered.
Lin Suci had a meal.
Outside the courtyard, the bamboo forest full of formations has been destroyed and scattered, dozens of swords flew out of it, and the anxious monks fell into the courtyard that was still full of water stains.
"Brother Six!"
"Mr. Zuo!"
The monks who landed on the ground called out their titles one after another, and when they saw Yan Baishen in the courtyard, the faces of Lin Suci and Wan'er changed drastically.
"How could an outsider break into this place? Could it be that what he said was true? Mr. Zuo was indeed killed?"
A woman in a blue dress frowned and murmured.
"Who cares about him! Now appearing in Sixth Brother's house, Sixth Brother has no spiritual energy at all, it must be related to them!"
An impatient man drew his sword with a chuckle, pointed it at Yan Baishen, his eyes warned: "Where is the sixth brother?"
Wan'er calculated the cultivation base of these people and quietly hugged her head and squatted to the corner.
Lin Suci moved towards Yan Boshen and pointed behind him friendly: "If the sixth brother you are talking about is that... it's inside."
More than a dozen people rushed in at once. There were also a few slow-moving people who sprinkled vigilantly in the yard, interrupting Lin Suci and the others.
As they rushed in, a sharp exclamation rang.
After a short and long silence, there was a series of crying and crying.
The people inside were crying desperately.
As soon as the people outside heard this crying method, there was nothing else they didn't know, and they all drew out their swords, their eyes burned red.
Yan Boshen gently pushed Lin Suci behind him.
"Who are you, did you deal with Mr. Zuo?" One of them stared at Lin Suci and asked sharply.
Lin Suci shook his hand and looked innocent: "It's not us either. We were invited to find the gentleman inside. Who knows that when we first came, we saw that he was already..."
"Don't worry," an elder grabbed the man, "you forgot, Mr. Zuo was killed by the big demon Yanran."
Yan Ran
Lin Suci took a breath.
Why is that big demon also here
The outsider hadn't broken it clearly yet, and there was a clear, loud and fierce slap inside.
"Beast! You wicked obstacle! It's all because of you! Sixth brother will give his "life" in vain! How could it not be you who died! How could it not be you!!!"
Lin Suci's heart jumped.
This slap, this vicious curse, was obviously directed at Lin Zhixi.
After a while, Lin Zhixi's hoarse voice came from inside: "I also hope... I am the one who died."
"Didn’t he love you the most? He has gone. How can you stay in this world? Just pity, you have stolen it all these years. Now, if you still go back, go and accompany Mr. Zuo. You will also be the one. He has taken good care of you for so many years."
A man's voice was so persuasive.
Persuaded Lin Zhixi... to go to the funeral.
Lin Suci couldn't listen anymore.
"Shut up! You are so sad, why don't you go with him by yourself!"
The one who jumped out before him was Bai Qingkong who stayed inside to accompany Lin Zhixi.
The voice of the young man was clear and clear, and at this moment, he was full of anger.
There was a jingling noise inside, and the next moment, Bai Qingkong's body flew out and hit a millstone in the yard severely.
The boy turned pale with pain, and grabbed his waist and grinned and got up.
A figure rushed out.
Lin Zhixi was even more embarrassed than Bai Qingkong. Before he came in, the clothes he had specially arranged were stained with blood, and his cut was torn. On his face, a clear five-fingerprint floated on his pale face, which had been swollen in a short period of time, glowing with red threads, and there were blood stains on the corners of his mouth.
Lin Zhixi's eyes, which were vaguely covered by broken hair, were so dark that they were not bottomless.
Followed by the monk who rushed in, they all walked out again.
At first glance, the eyes were red and swollen after crying, all expressions were sad, and some even looked at Lin Zhixi and others with empathy and hatred.
"Being a sword in the chest directly broke the sixth brother's heart and broke the golden core."
A man came out and said hoarsely to the outsider.
Everyone outside knew what was going on inside, and even if they were psychologically prepared, it was difficult to hold on to themselves, and they shed tears.
"Fine, Brother Six loved him the most during his lifetime. At this time, don't embarrass him in front of Brother Six."
A tired woman sighed, "Also ask these kids, please let them go if there is nothing wrong."
"This is a mortal who has not yet started, and he has the aura of a sub-demon on his body, but it is also pure. This kid is building a foundation, and that woman is a fusion, and the class is low. This matter must have nothing to do with them."
The man with the sword swept over them, and finally, his eyes fell on Yan Baishen who was wearing a black hood: "As for this... I can't see it."
"Can't see?" Someone changed his face, "Above the golden core?"
Yan Boshen allowed them to look at it, clutching Lin Suci's hand tightly, and whispered, "Is it cold?"
Lin Suci's palm was cold. In other words, he is cold at the moment.
There are reasons why the big demon is nearby, as well as some reasons of its own.
"Fortunately..." Lin Suci thought for a while and whispered, "How are we going?"
Yan Boshen didn't care about the people around him at all. Lin Suci asked, and he replied, "Go straight away."
He was holding Lin Suci in one hand and the sword in the other.
Among those people, someone took out a magic weapon: "Who cares, use a goldfish to explore it first. Otherwise, it's really feasting."
The small goldfish with the palm of the hand that was taken out swam to the opposite side of Yan Baishen, suddenly reddened, and its tail swayed frantically.
"No! He is Yanran! He is Yanran!"
The monk was indifferent, his eyes stared when the little goldfish turned red, his face changed suddenly, and he exclaimed.
"What?!" Everyone was shocked.
But when their eyes fell on the little goldfish, the suspicion in their eyes was dispelled, transformed into panic and guard, and they drew their swords one after another.
"This was made by Uncle Dun specially. The goldfish who tested Yanran's aura, the goldfish moved. The guy with the hidden head and the'showing' tail in front of you is definitely a Yanran!"
"Huh?" Lin Suci was a little dazed by this incident, "What are they talking about?"
Yan Bai deeply held his hand tightly.
"Wait, that person has no cultivation skills, just a mortal!" a female nun yelled anxiously.
"Don't hurt the innocent, save him from Demon Jun Yanran!"
There were a dozen monks in the yard, and even Lin Zhixi raised his eyes, staring at Yan Boshen in astonishment.
Lin Suci's dizzy head turned around as well, looking sideways at Yan Boshen.
"Bai Shen?"
Why did they call Yan Boshen the name that was so familiar to him
"It was he who killed Mr. Zuo! It was him! The big demon Yanran!"
The crying female sister gritted her teeth, her body turned into a bow, and she struck deep towards Yan Bai!
At the same time, a whip wrapped Lin Suci's waist, pulled him hard, pulling him out, and falling straight onto a flying sword.
"Take the mortals away! Go back to Lin's house for help!"
"Baishen!!!"
Lin Suci's hand was suddenly shaken away, but in a short while, he moved away from Yan Baishen's side. He was lying on this strange flying sword, and he stretched out his hand and shouted with a look of horror.
In the courtyard not far away, more than a dozen people turned into sword shadows, rushing to the position of Yan Baishen, and the sharp sword light completely submerged Yan Baishen's figure.