"Director Wu." Shen Lou slightly nodded.
Wu Zhaoyang wore the Zhong family's plain brocade robe, but the neckline was not decorated with white tiger fur.
After Zhong Changye passed away, even with Shen Qirui in charge, the Western Regions were still in chaos. The incompetent Zhong Suifeng can only rely on capable subordinates, and Wu Zhaoyang, who is already popular with Zhong Changye, immediately stands out. Last year, he was named Prime Minister and Guanneihou, equivalent to the prime minister of the Western Regions.
"My eyes are clumsy, I wonder who this young master is?" Wu Zhaoyang turned to Lin Xin politely, because he smiled all the year round, deep smile lines had formed in the corners of his eyes, like the tail of a koi carp, which was very amiable.
"Second Uncle Zhu's apprentice." Shen Lou gave a brief introduction without mentioning Lin Xin's name.
"It turned out to be the second master's disciple, disrespect and disrespect." Wu Zhaoyang bowed his hands in salute, and did not neglect Lin Xin because of his young age.
Lin Xin's eyes fell on the jade pendant on Wu Wanhu's waist. Immortals of noble origin, most of the jade pendants are family patterns. Not matching the family pattern, but also auspicious five bats, Pisces and the like. This person's jade pendant is an osmanthus cake.
A square piece with a few blemishes on the surface, it looks like petals scattered on the sweet-scented osmanthus cake.
This person was interesting, Lin Xin raised his eyebrows slightly, and invited Wu Zhaoyang in as his master. Looking back at the carriage, there were only a few ordinary guards, and there was no sign of Zhong Lun.
There is no need for the Duke to deliver the tea wine in person. Zhong Changye came here in the first place to bond with Zhu Yangai. Zhong Lu, as Zhong Changye's mad dog, naturally goes wherever his master goes.
"Master, I saw the man who chased and killed Uncle Zhao." The young Lin Xin still didn't know how to wield a sword, so he ran to Master's side with a sigh of relief. Turning around suddenly, he found Zhong Lu standing outside the window, staring at him with the eyes of a hunting dog looking at prey.
"Yi Xiao, is this your apprentice?" Zhong Changye walked in, his eagle eyes turned slightly, and fell on the pale-faced Lin Xin.
"Yes, Xin'er, this is Zhong Shibo." Zhu Xingli rubbed Lin Xin's head with a smile, motioning for him to say hello.
Lin Xin stared at Zhong Changye, "I met Zhong Shibo."
"This look makes Gu think of someone." Jian Mei frowned slightly, and Zhong Changye helped Lin Xin who was saluting. "Gu has two sons who are about the same age as you. They are very naughty. After the Tumi Festival, go with Gu." Mo Guishan, shall we play?"
It was an ordinary elder's words to invite the younger generation, but when he heard the incantation in Lin Xin's ears, his whole body tensed up.
"Mo Guishan doesn't shit, who wants to?" Zhu Xingli waved his hands in disgust, "When did you pay back the Luli you owed me last time?"
"When did Gu owe you Luli?" Zhong Changye had a deep knowledge of Zhu Yixiao's nonsense, and didn't want to talk to him, so he turned and left.
Zhu Xingli spat cursingly, and dragged Lin Xin to Qingliang Hall.
"Brother, I'll go back after the Tumi Festival, you help me look after the child." Zhu Xingli leaned over and snatched the wine from Zhu Yangai's hand.
"Get out!" Zhu Yangai slapped him.
"Meow!" Mrs. Jing, who was squatting on the armrest, followed suit and beat him up.
Zhu Xingli rolled over on the spot with his head in his arms, and stood up smiling, "It's settled, don't ask others to abduct me before I come back, especially the one with the surname Zhong."
"Master?" Lin Xin looked at Master suspiciously.
"Silly boy, I can't beat Zhong Changye, but your uncle can. Stay in the Palace of One Thought, and go back after the sword is cast." With the natal spirit sword, you can run away if you can't beat Zhong Lu, so you don't have to worry about it.
Only two days after separation, the bloody Mo Yuer suddenly flew to Yi Nian Palace.
Blood, there was blood everywhere on the Goose Hill. With one step down, the crimson thin shoes worn from Zhu's house were completely soaked in blood. When I lifted my foot, there was a lot of meat foam.
The plain white cloth was like shredded paper money, scattered everywhere, entangled with the flesh and mud, unable to see the original appearance.
"Master!" Lin Xin quickly walked through this dead place, rummaging through the ruins, "Zhu Yixiao! Zhu Xingli!"
"Xin'er..." A weak cry sounded from the tangled grass.
Pushing aside the gravel with bare hands, Zhu Xingli leaned on the messy pile of stones. The crimson crocodile looked much thicker than usual, and the deer glass pendant on his forehead fell into nowhere, leaving only a light golden chain empty Head tilted.
"Xin'er," Zhu Xingli opened his eyes, his face was calm, but the veins on his neck were tense, his voice sounded like it was coming from an old bellows, and the wind was leaking, "Kill me...quick... "
His slender arms were bent at abnormal angles, and he touched the Spring Scar sword next to him with difficulty.
Lin Xin picked up Chunhen, held Master's wrist, and tried to transfer spiritual power to him, but it was like a mud cow falling into the sea. The spirit veins were cut off, there was no vitality, and something was still swimming in the veins.
"This is the evil thing that destroys the immortal way," Zhu Xingli took a trembling breath, and said the sentence completely, "Xin'er, I can't hold it anymore, kill me!"
The veins on his neck became tighter and tighter, and Zhu Xingli finally showed a look of unbearable pain.
"No... Master... um..." Lin Xin struggled in his dream, breaking out in a cold sweat.
"Believe me, believe me!" Shen Lou pushed him.
Opening his eyes suddenly, the blood mist faded away, and the goal was a thin tent, and the sound of the rain curtain was heard next to his ears. The weather was hot, and the coolest place in Yinian Palace was Qingliang Hall, and the elders on both sides were not there, so Lin Xin pretended to sleep here and dragged Shen Lou to accompany him. Looking up, you can see the stone room where the master is.
The time when Master's accident is approaching, he is like a hysterical lunatic, he can only feel at ease for a moment when he sees the closed stone door.
"Did you have a nightmare?" Shen Lou supported him with one hand, looking at him with clear eyes, it didn't seem like he was woken up, it seemed like he hadn't slept all this time.
Lin Xin looked at him, his lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something. Turning over suddenly, he poked his head into Shen Lou's arms, hugged him tightly with both hands, and said in a hoarse voice, "Shen Qingque, don't be so nice to me."
Shen Lou froze for a moment, thinking that Lin Xin had seen through that he was reborn, "What's wrong?"
Taking a deep breath, the faint scent of grass and trees on Shen Qingque's body can always dispel the haze. Everyone in the previous life said that he was a master-killing demon, only Shen Lou asked him if he had any difficulties.
He was like a man trapped in the desert, bruised and bruised, about to die of thirst. Shen Qingque was a bottomless pool, knowing that he would drown if he jumped into it, he still crawled towards it without hesitation, even if he lost his life because of it.
Lin Xin didn't answer, but just hugged him tightly.
"Hoo-" With a slight piercing sound, Shen Lou turned over in an instant holding Lin Xin, and raised a small silver sword between his fingers.
"Touch the fish!" Lin Xin grabbed the sword and looked at it, the word "heavy" was engraved on the back, it was cut and sent, something happened to Yanqiu.
Zhong Changye was already dead, how could something happen to Yanqiu
Lin Xin's fingertips were icy cold, and he tightly held the small sword that was trying to escape to the refining room, "I want to go back to Yanqiu, immediately, immediately."
Shen Lou got up quickly to get dressed, looked at the pale sky, "Should I call your master..."
"No!" Lin Xin raised his voice suddenly, and tightly grasped Shen Lou's wrist, "Master must not let Master know, not a single word!"