The north wind carried snowballs the size of rice grains, and the tide slammed on the thatched grass on the roof of the medicine hut, making a miserable rustling sound.
"Give this to Madam, hurry up, don't let this fairy tea go cold." A maid wearing a brown jacket walked out of the medicine hut, about fourteen or fifteen years old, and filled a wooden tray He gave the porcelain cup of hot tea to the boy standing in front of the door.
The little boy was short and stubby, not reaching the waist of an adult, and his thin body was wrapped in an empty gray cotton robe, like a little mouse that had just survived the winter. Obediently took the tray, and responded softly, "Miss Xiaoying, go in quickly, it's windy outside." After finishing speaking, she took the tray and staggered away on the stone road.
The boiled celestial grass cannot be contaminated with other auras, so this medicine house is located in the back mountain far away from the mansion, and to present it to the master, it is necessary to go through a long, inaccessible path.
"Hey, you said they are both young masters, why are these three young masters so pitiful?" Xiaoying looked at the child's back, feeling pity in her heart.
"The bastard's bastard, with his father dead again, can he live a prosperous life?" Another maid who came out to wash up with a medicine pot curled her lips, not feeling that the third young master was pitiful. No matter how bullied they are, they are also immortals with spiritual power, unlike them, who are just mortal slaves who do rough work.
Lin Xin walked quickly across the cobblestone road, turned and stepped onto the covered rain corridor, then suddenly slowed down. Putting the tray firmly on the beauty's back, regardless of whether the snow peas floating in obliquely would cool the fairy tea, he rubbed his frozen little hands.
Not long after he was reborn, he still wasn't quite used to his small body. He looked down at his thin wrist. The bones were straight and well-proportioned. Obviously, they hadn't been broken. Why couldn't even a tray be held steady
All kinds of past lives are still vivid in his mind, and the vicissitudes of life have passed between his eyelids opening and closing. The big devil who was frightened by the rumors in the world of cultivating immortals just so inexplicably returned to the difficult years when he was a child and was still the third young master of the Zhao family.
Bursts of hot air came out of the porcelain cup, and the smell of chimera radiated unavoidably, causing Lin Xin to frown.
Chixingcao is a top-grade fairy herb for reassuring the soul and nourishing the spirit, but it is not good in one thing, it smells like urine. When it grows in the soil, it can only be smelled close at hand, but it is different when it is boiled into a soup. The hot air has a fishy smell, and it turns into a white mist in the cold wind, which is so choking that it hurts people's brains.
For a lord of tens of thousands of households like the Zhao family, Chixingcao is considered a luxury, and it is usually not boiled and drunk casually. Probably because of the sudden death of the young master, Mrs. Zhao was worried about seriously hurting her soul, so she ordered the medicine house to fry it and drink it.
Rubbing the left wrist with one finger, I can't feel the protruding bone stubble, I'm really not used to it. Lin Xin sneered, as far as he could see, the iron-gray roof of the Zhao family was jagged and scattered, just like his childhood memories, why did Young Master Zhao die so early? That person was obviously killed by himself after he became an adult, what age is it now...
"Hehe, isn't this the third cousin?" The young man's male duck voice in the period of changing his voice startled Lin Xin back from his contemplation.
The second young master, who was wearing a royal blue brocade robe and a sable cap, walked over with a naked attendant. The saber at his waist was thrown to the outside from time to time because of his twisted posture, revealing the fist-sized deer glass on the hilt.
Even if the sky is gloomy, deer glass with extremely high clarity is still dazzling. The price of deer glass now is not as outrageous as it will be a few years later, but it is basically one tael of gold and one tael of glass. During non-wartime, the Zhao family did not allow their children to wear such a large piece of deer glass in the mansion.
This man not only put it on, but also shook it three times, for fear that others would not know that his brother was very happy when he died.
Lin Xin said inwardly, "Idiot", lowered his head, twisted his two red hands together, pretending to be at a loss, and called out in a low voice, "Second Young Master."
The idiot Second Young Master has always liked to admire his humble and cowardly appearance, this attitude can probably dismiss him, but Lin Xin does not want to cause trouble for the time being as he has not figured out the current situation. However, today's Second Young Master was not satisfied with this, he drew his sword out of its sheath with a "swipe", and picked Lin Xin's chin with the tip of the sword.
This is what the dead young master often did, perhaps due to the excitement of becoming the young master of the family soon, this young man who only knew how to eat and drink, boldly imitated his elder brother.
The deer glass on the hilt of the sword shone brightly, and the abundant spiritual power instantly filled the sword body, rippling from the sword tip, and cut small wounds like scratches on the tender chin. The bright red blood flowed down Lin Xin's neck and slipped into the skirt of his clothes, but he didn't even frown, and still lowered his eyes softly, as if he didn't feel the pain, "This tea should be delivered to Madam quickly, otherwise It will be cold."
The fishy smell can be tolerated while it is hot, but if it is cooled, drinking it in the mouth is completely the same as drinking urine. Mrs. Zhao was not happy after drinking, so she had to vent her anger on him again.
Hearing this, the second young master became more interested, put away the point of his sword, and winked at the attendant beside him, "What's the point of delivering tea, let my cousin test your homework first."
That entourage was named Xie Tianhe, the outstanding general of the younger generation of the Zhao family, he was originally the young master's lackey.
After receiving the instructions, Xie Tianhe grabbed Lin Xin's collar with ease, dragged him to a secluded place behind the rock, and threw an iron sword without deer glass over him. The sword was too heavy, and Lin Xin, who received the sword, took two steps back before he could stand still. He adjusted his posture awkwardly, his feet slipped and he almost fell down. The little child was holding a long sword that was almost as tall as himself, and the scene was quite funny.
Lin Xin touched the empty deer trough above the hilt, his eyes darkened. A sword without Luli is like a water mill without flowing water, which can only be driven by the spiritual power of the immortal cultivator himself. With his current strength, not to mention Xie Tianhe, but also the ignorant Second Young Master.
The second young master, who followed with his hands in his arms and smiling, obviously didn't know how to write the words "bullying the weak", so he handed Xie Tianhe his precious sword inlaid with deer glass.
"Om—" The vast spiritual power rushed over, and before the sword was completely unsheathed, Lin Xin rolled on the ground with the iron sword in his arms, narrowly dodging the sharp sword energy, and the rocks behind him shattered. one place.
No matter how talented Xie Tianhe was, he was only thirteen years old, and he couldn't use that big move of swallowing mountains and rivers, which made Lin Xin still have the possibility to avoid it. The bigger and bigger snow peas hit his face, making a crackling sound, and the old cotton coat rolled all over the ground with him, embedded in gravel and withered grass, hurting a lot.
"Hahahaha..." The second young master couldn't help laughing when he saw Lin Xin rolling around on the ground like a little gopher, and he didn't notice that a little bit of light was escaping from his and Xie Tianhe's bodies.
Dodging more than a dozen moves in embarrassment, although Lin Xin clearly knew where the opponent's next move was going, he couldn't move anymore. The long sword was coming from the top of his head, so he had to kneel up straight, gritted his teeth and fought back with the sword.
"Crack!" The iron sword without deer glass, like a brittle poplar, broke into two pieces. Seeing that the sword was about to cut off half of Lin Xin's shoulder, the second young master didn't have the slightest intention to stop, but laughed even more happily.
The sword energy cut off the broken hair in front of Lin Xin's forehead. At this moment, the small body suddenly dodged like a ghost, and rushed to Xie Tianhe's side in an instant, swinging the half-cut sword.
"Bah—" Blood gushed out from Xie Tianhe's neck, splashing the stunned Second Young Master all over his head and face. Before he could react, Lin Xin had already clenched his palms into claws, tightly clasping the Second Young Master's Tianling Cap.
"Ah, you, who are you?" The soul was torn and dragged by an invisible force, as if it was about to burst out of the sky, the second young master wanted to shout, but the voice he made was weak with a different tone gasp.
This person can't be his cousin who is being bullied by others, he must be possessed by some evil spirit!
Lin Xin laughed softly when he heard the words, leaned into the second young master's ear, and whispered: "I am an infernal evil spirit, inspired by the heavens, I am here to let you taste the feeling of being lost, second young master, are you still happy?"
The guess came true, Second Young Master Zhao screamed silently, his eyeballs would pop out of frame in fright, saliva dripped from his mouth that could not be closed, and he passed out straight with a terrified expression.
The translucent soul body was like squeezed tofu, slowly escaping from between the fingers. After pinching it a few times, Lin Xin suddenly let go of his hand, and the soul gradually seeped back into his body like water droplets falling on the muddy ground. . It is not a wise choice to kill the second young master at this time.
Throwing away the broken sword, a burst of dizziness suddenly struck, Lin Xin leaned against the stone wall to pant for a while, staggered and ran back to the rain corridor, grabbed the cup of half-cold Chichencao tea, and gulped it down.
The taste is really not very good, but after drinking a cup, the feeling of spinning all day will disappear. Lin Xin sighed, his body was thin and weak, and his soul was also extremely weak, so he had to leave this ghostly place of the Zhao family as soon as possible.
Put the broken sword into the second young master's hand, pick off the shining deer glass, and make fists. The deer glass decayed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into powder.
No one was around, lightly lifted the hem of his clothes, booed to the empty cup, and the steaming "Chi Xingcao Tea" came out of the oven. Grabbing a handful of snow to wipe off the blood on his neck, Lin Xin picked up the wooden tray and walked unhurriedly to the courtyard of Madam Zhao's house.
"My son, if you put it right, it will be gone..." The woman's cry came from the thick cotton curtain, blending with the howling north wind.
"The Shen family replied that they would send someone to check." Zhao Wanhu tried to persuade him a little tiredly.
The Shen family? Lin Xin's hand lifting the curtain couldn't help but paused, Shen Lou's extremely handsome face appeared in front of his eyes, and he didn't know what expression that person would have when he got the news of his death.
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