The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the sound of the roaring water was almost deafening, but Lin Xin could still hear it clearly.
"You..." Lin Xin stared at Shen Lou with wide eyes, and suddenly asked, "Did you see that I crushed He Liuhun's soul just now?" Like Young Master Zhao, he will never be reborn forever.
"Well, try not to squeeze it next time, there is no reincarnation for people who have lost their souls." Shen Lou picked him up and prepared to find a house that hadn't collapsed to shelter from the rain.
At this time, a bright red streamer came from the horizon.
"What's going on?" Zhu Xingli looked at the ruined Yanqiu and the half-disabled disciple nestled in Shen Lou's arms, furious, "Lin Xin, you're really promising!"
"Hey," Lin Xin couldn't help grinning when he saw the alive and kicking master, and was immediately poured a mouthful of rainwater, and quickly jumped out of Shen Lou's arms, "Bah bah, master, oh!"
Lin Xin was slapped on the head, but Lin Xin didn't take it seriously. Instead, he laughed even more happily, and put one arm on Zhu Xingli's body, "Master, I saved my junior brother and murdered twenty-three barbarians, can I attack you?" I have registered, please give me a name!"
The celestial phenomena caused by murderous intent come and go quickly. When the shower had just stopped, the dark clouds cleared away in an instant, and the sun shone on Lin Xin's face, fading away the haze.
Zhu Xingli touched the drops of water on his face, and squinted at him, "Where's the door? Where did you go?"
Beams collapsed, houses collapsed, and the ground was in a mess.
Lin Xin let go of his hand embarrassingly, retreated to Shen Lou's side, and looked back at him, his eyes were so dazzling with golden light, "Why is the sun so strong?"
"It's not the sun." As soon as Shen Lou's words fell, the dazzling golden light suddenly came, and it turned out to be a row of Jinwu guards wearing golden armor holding the imperial banner.
These people didn't get any water on their bodies, obviously they saw the rain on the mountain and waited for the rain to stop at the foot of the mountain before they came up.
Lin Xin squinted his eyes, the Jinwu Guards really arrived at the right time every time, as if they made a special trip to watch the excitement.
"Jin Wuwei, by the emperor's order, came to pick up the sixth prince and return to the palace." The leader came out and saluted Zhu Xingli and Shen Lou.
"What sixth prince?" Zhu Jiangchu helped his limping younger brothers and walked over.
Only then did Zhu Xingli think of his poor second apprentice, "Where's Chong'er?"
Everyone turned their heads and looked at the roof not far away. His Royal Highness, the prince, was sitting on the roof with his two severed hands raised, dripping water.
Sanxian Jianqiuluo and the emperor's son had been lost among the people for eighteen years. After the emperor knew about it, he was very concerned and asked Jin Wuwei to take them back to the palace immediately.
This is the rhetoric given by the Jin Wuwei, it is impossible to know how much he is worried about, but the emperor's order is true, and he will leave immediately.
She was very unhappy about the sudden decision to enter the palace to recognize his father. "I haven't eaten yet!" To die on the road.
There are still a few shabby rooms in the northeast corner that have not collapsed. The tired and hungry people changed into clean clothes and treated the wounds again.
Zishu, who was not injured, went to cook, and the materials were limited, so he made do with a pot of rice and stewed a large pot of mixed vegetables. This is the way people from the Northern Territory eat, and the four Zhu family members were quite disgusted when they saw that pot of stew.
The Zhu family, who never tire of eating fine food, is most displeased with the way of eating in the north. Xirong and Beidi are all rough people.
Zhu Xingli filled a large bowl of rice, then took half a bowl of vegetables into it, stirred it like pig food, dug a spoonful and stuffed it into Jianzhong's mouth, which had no hands to eat.
The random stew mixed with meat and vegetables was surprisingly delicious, and the hungry Jian Chong's eyes lit up, and he almost swallowed the spoon. Swallowing quickly, looking at the Jinwu Guard standing outside the door, he whispered, "Master, I don't want to go to Yongdu."
"Yanqiu is destroyed, I don't have any rice to feed you," Zhu Xingli took a large spoonful to cover his mouth, "Your mother told you this, get out of here after eating."
Jian Zhong was so choked that he rolled his eyes, and after eating, he followed the Jinwu Guard aggrievedly. His hand was broken and he couldn't move, Jin Wuwei had to borrow Shen's Luli carriage parked at the foot of the mountain to pull him up.
Isn't the golden lin a thing in the pool, it will transform into a dragon when it encounters a storm. After years of goodbye, he is the king of England.
Zhu Xingli racked his brains and couldn't figure out when he missed the news to the barbarians in Beimo. The left and right Yanqiu couldn't live anymore, so he had to bring his disciples to continue to play the autumn wind in Yinian Palace.
Returning to Yi Nian Palace, the three stacking swords faced Zhu Yangai who had just left the refining room, and they all softened their knees.
"Don't report what you know, and you are really capable of messing around with your children." Zhu Yangai endured sleeplessly for several days, without any signs of haggardness. On the contrary, Mrs. Jing was wilted by the furnace fire in the refining room, and limp on the throne into a puddle.
"The subordinate was confused for a while, and was afraid of disturbing the master's crafting. At that time, he only thought that Mr. Lin was also from our Zhu family, and he had to help if something happened." The three brothers lowered their heads, each with a bruised nose and swollen face, and a broken arm and leg.
Zhu Yangai raised her eyebrows, and raised her hand to touch the cat's ears, "You guys did the right thing, it's barely worth the merits and demerits."
Before the three of them were happy, they added, "Sweeping the animal park for a month."
"Isn't merit and demerit equal?" Lin Xin lay on the wooden fence of the zoo, looking at Zhu Jiangqiu who was shoveling manure with one arm.
The black panther sent by the Western Regions huddled in a corner, staring at Zhu Jiangqiu's shaking buttocks. Not far away, a big colorful tiger lay lazily in the pool, stretching out its claws to trip Zhu Jiangxia, who was sweeping the floor, as he passed by.
"Maybe it's only half of it," Shen Lou leaned on the fence and looked at him, "It's a very serious crime not to report what you know."
"Why are you looking at me?" Lin Xin turned his head suddenly, and Shen Lou, who had no time to look away in the future, caught him.
After peeping was discovered, Shen Lou still had an upright face, "See how you are different from before."
"What's the difference?" Lin Xin leaned over to show him, "Did the teeth grow back together?"
Shen Lou smiled slightly, but shook his head without saying a word. Watching Lin Xin climb over the fence to help Zhu Jiangqiu shovel the manure, the two one-armed heroes worked together to lift the manure into the sky, hitting Zhu Jiangxia who was being bullied by the tiger.
The former Lin Xin couldn't speak, couldn't open his eyes, and couldn't call him Qing Que.
"My son, Second Master Zhu told you and Mr. Lin to go to Qingliang Hall." Zishu ran over to deliver the message.
Zhu Xingli rummaged through the Zhu family's collection of books, only to find a tattered booklet, which recorded a few words about repairing the soul.
[Spiritual person, the cohesion of the soul, similar to porcelain.]
Turn the page, and there is nothing behind, turn forward, it has nothing to do with it. "Just this one sentence?" Lin Xin asked disgustedly, "What kind of porcelain is it!"
"Porcelain-like means that the soul is like porcelain. When a mortal is alive, the soul is indistinguishable, just like clay and water. Immortals refine their souls into gods, and the clay becomes porcelain." Zhu Xingli explained.
Lin Xin understood, "So, if you want to replenish his soul, you have to squeeze some mud to paste it?"
"Smart!" Zhu Xingli knocked the apprentice on the head with an ancient scroll, and then scratched his head, "Mud is also fine, but the restoration is slow, and if it is faster, tiles can be pasted. It's just how to break the mud and tiles, how to paste them Go up, I haven't figured it out yet."
"It's not difficult, let's try it first!" Lin Xin couldn't help showing a smile, he had tried it before, and with the evidence from the ancient remains, he can use it for Shen Lou without worry, but there is one problem, "How about it?" A container for collecting remnants is needed."
The soul stripped from Gu Diao's head, he has been wrapping it with spiritual power so as not to drift away, and he almost exhausted his spiritual power in half an hour, it is really difficult.
Zhu Xingli blinked, and looked at his elder brother lying on the ground behind him watching the cat sleep.
Note: Jin Lin is not a thing in the pool, it changes into a dragon when it encounters a situation. —Qing Dynasty, "The Complete Biography of Shuo Yue"
The author has something to say: Small theater:
Master: Brother, give me a spirit sword
Brother Zhu: Give it
Master: Brother, give me a Horcrux
Brother Zhu: Give it
Xinxin: Master, do you sell curry
Brother Zhu: Why
Xinxin: Because... (singing) bouncy, curry is for gay