Zhaoyao Peak is the burial place of Lin Zhenghan and his wife. Back then, the family was going to return to Yongdu, the capital city, when suddenly they were intercepted and killed by a group of men in white clothes.
"Zhao Jian, take Xin'er and go first!" Lin Zhenghan threw his son in his arms to the guards.
"Yes!" Zhao Jian picked up Lin Xin who was struggling, "Master, let's go."
"I won't go!" There were many people in white clothes with high spiritual power. The young Lin Xin realized that it would be difficult to meet again this time.
"Xin'er, be obedient. Daddy will look for you in a few days." Lin Zhenghan had blood beads on his brows, his face was frosty, and his peach eyes smiled softly. He stuffed Huang Yupei into his son's arms and pushed it hard. Put, "Go!"
"Father! Mother!" Lying on Zhao Jian's shoulder, the vertical and horizontal aura and blood mist were the last images left in his mind, lingering in his dreams year after year.
Lin Xin knelt in front of the grave, with his palms facing up, and kowtowed three times.
Zhu Xingli poured two bowls of wine, poured one bowl in front of Lin Zhenghan's grave, lifted the other bowl by himself, and touched it in the air, "I found Xin'er, don't worry."
"Why did the Zhong family kill my father?" Lin Xin stood up and pulled the grass growing from the grave. The monk in white, Zhong Lu, who has been chasing and killing him, the murderer is undoubtedly a member of the Zhong family.
"It's not necessarily because he wanted to kill him." When Zhu Xingli arrived, it was already too late. The specific reason cannot be tested, but the Zhong family pursued him for one reason, "Do you know why your father is called Xun Luhou?" ?"
Lin Zhenghan was originally from the Lin family in the Eastern Region. He was born tall, with strong spiritual power, but he was a lover and fell in love with a mortal woman. Immortals, especially princes and nobles, are not allowed to intermarry with mortals. Immortal cultivation requires spiritual veins, and the descendants of immortals must have spiritual veins, which occasionally appear among mortals but are extremely rare. In order to ensure bloodlines, each family has its own rules, and the Lin family in the Eastern Region is especially strict.
In order to marry the mortal girl Lansu, Lin Zhenghan rebelled against the Lin family, and had a grievance with the Lin family in the Eastern Region.
The current emperor is not limited to this, he appreciates Lin Zhenghan's ability, and gave him a large piece of land as Liehou. In order to repay the emperor's kindness, Lin Zhenghan agreed to the secret order to search for the Luli mine for the emperor, and the search took many years.
"So, my dad found a new mine?"
"I don't know if I found it, but Zhong Changye thinks he found it."
"Shouldn't these things usually be discussed when I am an adult?" Lin Xin felt helpless. He is only eight years old now, and the elders would not tell children these complicated hatreds. Shaking it out, there is no fear that his mind will be unstable and he will go astray.
"A person has to know where he came from before he can find where he belongs." Zhu Xingli said inscrutablely. He has never raised a child, so he raised it blindly. He said everything that should be said and should not be said. He can only follow the fate of what he looks like.
Lin Xin knew what kind of virtue his master was, so he didn't bother to talk to him, and lowered his head to burn a stack of paper money for his parents. Rebelling against the Lin family for Lansu, and looking for Luli for the emperor, and finally dying here, maybe this is where his father chose. So where does he belong
His previous life was a mess, he wanted everything, he couldn't keep anything, in the end he was empty-handed, died, and changed to Shen Qingque... Perhaps, Shenlou was the home he wanted, but unfortunately, the window was sloping and the house was leaking. Sores and holes can't cover the wind and rain all over the world.
Huang Shiwei went all the way to the southeast, but he didn't even see a single person, so he returned in vain.
"Buy a land called Yanqiu at the junction of the Southern Territory and the Eastern Territory. Once someone inquires, report it immediately." Shen Lou put one finger on a corner of the "Four Seas Notes" map and pressed hard to make a dent. If they can't find it, they can only sit on the sidelines and wait for a year or two. No matter what, they must find him before Lin Xin kills his master.
"Where is Wild Goose Hill?" A clear and resonant voice came from outside the window, and on the edge of the window with a roller blind, there was a pair of Shen Yingying with braided croissants lying on their stomachs.
Putting the dry sweet-scented osmanthus in the book, Shen Lou closed the map, "What are you running here again?"
"Where's that little attendant of yours?" Shen Yingying didn't go through the main entrance, but leaned on the low window sill with both hands, turned over and came in directly, with a bow on her back.
"Lost it! Lost it!" The pot standing on the bird stand answered in a loud voice.
Shen Lou picked up a bean and smashed it precisely on the parrot's head.
"Woo—" The desolate and long sound of the horn, like thunder, exploded on the border, and instantly spread like a beacon, resounding throughout the entire northern region.
The northern desert is changing, barbarians are invading!
"Father!" Shen Lou quickly caught up with Shen Qirui who had changed into a suit of armor, "I'll go too."
"No, the son is weak, not yet..." Dong Shichuan hastily opened his mouth to stop him.
"Let's go!" Shen Qirui grabbed his son, Huan Xinghai's elite gathered, the black streamers gathered in mid-air like black clouds of thunder and lightning, and headed straight for Beimo.
The barbarians live on the grassland north of Dayong's Northern Territory, where the grass is luxuriant and the yellow sand is long. The people of Yongguo call it the Northern Desert. Their cultivation methods are different from those of the Yong Kingdom. No matter immortals or mortals, they are all capable of fighting and fearing death. Whenever the autumn harvest, spring plowing, and food shortage, these barbarians would go south to plunder.
The steed stood on the hill, looking at the barbarian army in Wuyang Wuyang in the distance, snorting impatiently.
"The home of the Shen family is the battlefield, not the sickbed. If you can't go to the battlefield, kill yourself as soon as possible!" Shen Qirui said coldly to the pale Shen Lou, holding the whip.
Shen Lou smiled slightly, and the spear with deer glass inlaid in his hand held a flower steadily. The tip of the spear pointed to the ground, and the abundant spiritual power cut off the withered grass under his feet. Shame on the family!"
The cold wind blows, the autumn water reverses, and the iron clothes are broken on the battlefield.
When the war broke out, Shen Shizi, who was only twelve years old, went to the battlefield and had no time to continue looking for his little attendant. Slay the iron cavalry, kill the Hulu, and become famous in one battle.
"However, the son of Xuan Guogong led a team of light cavalry alone, braved the heavy snow, and went around to the outside of the wolf pass. At that time, the moon was dark and the wind was high, and his fingers could not be seen. The son..." About the brave and invincible young son Legend is the favorite of the storytellers these days.
Born noble and becoming famous at a young age, Shen Lou lived like a legend since he was a child.
"Okay!" Speaking of the exciting part, Lin Xin threw away the melon seeds in his hand and applauded loudly. After slapping his hands, he couldn't get enough of it. He jumped onto the high platform two or three times, and sat directly on the storyteller's table, "You tell me The battle at Yelangguan was very interesting, but the story about Shen Shizi's appearance is wrong."
"Where did you come from, go down!" The storyteller shook his sleeves and slammed him off the table.
Lin Xin got up with a grunt, and jumped up and down on the table, "Shen Shizi is not a strong man with a height of eight feet. He is only twelve years old. How can he wield an iron sword weighing eight hundred catties? He is as handsome as bamboo." , using a deer glass silver spear, and he can only get the natal spirit sword until he is fifteen years old. Even if he knows how to control a sword, his father will not agree.
"What do children know?" The storyteller blushed and raised his hand to hit him, but Lin Xin snatched the fan.
"I used to be a servant in the Shen family, and I met Shen Shizi!" Lin Xin opened the folding fan, fanned it twice, stood on the table, and talked about the book by himself, "But he said that the wild wolf pass is a It's a canyon…”
Lin Xin had listened to Shen Lou's books a lot in his previous life, and he had already memorized them by heart. It was a classic version polished and polished over the years, and it was much more interesting than these freshly made jokes today.
The people in the audience were gradually fascinated by it, and applauded one after another.
Zhu Xingli rested his chin on one hand, and threw beans into his mouth intermittently. When Lin Xin finished speaking, he just finished eating a plate of beans, and held out the empty plate in front of the listeners, "My son Well said! Give the money, give the money."
"Is there a father like you? If you don't let your children study hard, what are you talking about here?" The storyteller who was kicked off the stage scolded with his neck stuck.
"That's right, look at you wearing brocade robes and jade belts, yet you have the nerve to ask for money." Someone who didn't want to give money made trouble.
"I picked this kid up. I feed him and he has to make money for me." Zhu Xingli put on a rascal face.
"You bastard!" an old man with a gray beard scolded.
"Catch him, he's a human trafficker!" A joke made a hornet's nest, and the crowd was so excited that they wanted to beat him up. Seeing that the situation was not good, Zhu Xingli picked up Lin Xin, who was watching the excitement, and ran away. He jumped out from the second floor of the teahouse, flung out his spring marks, and slipped away.
No money for tea.
"Hey, it turned out to be an immortal!"
"...that must be a joke."
There is a world of difference between immortals and mortals. If people can teach children the art of immortality, there is no need to read books.
"Hahaha, who told you to talk nonsense." Lin Xin lay on Master's shoulder, laughing so hard that he couldn't breathe.
"Hey, you kid, dare to laugh as a teacher!" Zhu Xingli raised his hand to hit him, but suddenly his face became serious, and he caught a small sword that was galloping between his fingers. The little sword was only palm-length, embedded with a piece of deer glass the size of a thumb, it fell into Zhu Xingli's hand, the spiritual power in the deer glass was already exhausted, it flickered twice and shattered into powder.
"What's the matter?" Seeing that Zhu Xingli's expression was not good, Lin Xin hurriedly asked.
"Something happened," Zhu Xingli took out a piece of deer glass, crushed it, embedded a small piece into the small sword, and typed a formula into it, "Hurry up, Ah Xin, we have to hurry over there."
Without saying a word, Lin Xin rolled over and climbed onto Master's back, hugging his neck tightly.
Zhu Xingli let go of Xiaojian, tied Lin Xin around his body with his clothes belt, and galloped away with Xiaojian.
I was so happy to reunite with Master that I forgot about it! Lin Xin lay on Master's back, secretly anxious. When I met my master in my previous life, my master had already taken in an apprentice, his senior brother, Jian Zhong.
"Master, who is asking for help?"
"Fairy Pinellia, cut autumn radishes."
The author has something to say: Small theater:
Iron powder Yingying: My brother is the most powerful, and my brother is the most handsome!
Fan-headed yellow guard: Aww, call the prince!
Black fans believe in: Tsk, this person is a sanctimonious hypocrite
Iron fan Yingying: You are not allowed to say that about my idol
Fan-headed yellow guard: You, do you have a real hammer? I didn't sue you for defamation!
Black fan Xinxin: Of course, you idols, he is a fan! I even recorded a video!
Iron powder couple: QAQ
Fan-headed Yellow Guard: ⊙ o ⊙
Lou Lou: …