No matter when, Shen Lou's consolation is always useful to Lin Xin. He immediately forgot about his junior brother and happily accepted the invitation to practice swords.
"Do you want to practice the basic moves first?" Shen Lou drew his sword and held the flower, and made a flat sword-swinging gesture.
Lin Xin rubbed his nose, remembering that he pretended not to understand in Yanqiu, and rubbed himself into Shen Lou's arms to let him teach the sword-swinging style, thinking that this person really held grudges.
"Yes, Lord Shizi teach me first, how to use the scimitar in this sword-swinging pose?" As he said, he grabbed Shen Lou's hand and covered his own. He was thicker than his skin, and Shen Qingque was no match for Lin Bucheng.
Sure enough, after holding it for a while, Shen Lou's slightly cold fingertips began to heat up, coughed lightly and said, "I can't teach you the sword technique."
"Then teach something else." Lin Xin suddenly drew his saber, turned around and slashed at Shen Lou.
Shen Lou dodged sideways, and drew out Yu Yuan's sunset sword to fight him. Facing Lin Xin, he did not dare to be careless in the slightest. In his previous life, every fight was a life-and-death struggle, and no one had taken advantage of it.
Lin Xinxin was a little rusty with the knife, Shen Lou cooperated with him to slow down the first few moves, and the bigger the later, the faster. The missing moon turns into a full moon, and the aura soars to the sky.
"Your spirit sword is about to come out, why bother to use this swallowing hook again." Shen Lou wrapped Yu Yuan around the scimitar, and led him to turn over in the air.
Lin Xin returned the saber with his backhand, and swept across with his short body, "I don't need to regret the saber technique I created myself." The Moon-Queying saber technique was realized by him based on the characteristic of swallowing the hook. There are few moves, but they are extremely useful.
The knife is getting faster and faster, almost turning into an afterimage, and fighting against the master can help him quickly return to the peak state. The light of the sword, the shadow of the sword, you come and go, the sword energy and the wind of the sword fly up and down, heartily.
Shen Lou accurately captured the light of the knife, and Yu Yuan collided with the menacing Tungou accurately, making a crisp clang. When the deer glass was exhausted, the evil spirit of blood on the swallowing hook surged out, enveloping Yu Yuan unexpectedly.
"Hmm..." Shen Lou suddenly let out a muffled snort, let go of the hand holding the sword, and Yu Yuan fell to the ground with a bang.
Almost cut Shen Lou's arm, Lin Xin stopped immediately and grabbed Shen Lou.
"Bad air... er..." Jun's face was as pale as paper, while Shen Lou's muscles were tense, and his body trembled slightly, obviously in severe pain.
Evil spirit? Lin Xin lowered his head to see the blood-fiend Tunhook that was trying to hook Yu Yuan, and immediately put his saber into its sheath, and threw it far away.
In the final analysis, evil spirit is the resentment of dead souls. Shen Lou's soul is damaged, just like a wound exposed to the air. Once the evil spirit exceeds a certain amount, it will affect his wound.
These days Shen Lou didn't show any headache anymore, Lin Xin almost forgot about it, looking at the bulging veins on the back of Shen Lou's hand, he wanted to slap himself.
Bite your fingertips and draw a talisman on the palm of your hand, stick it to the center of Shen Lou's eyebrows, reverse the spiritual power to turn the evil energy into soul power and suck it away. Sitting down on the spot with him in his arms, let Shen Lou rest on his lap for a while, Lin Xin planned to find some souls to make up for him first.
"You soul, what's going on?" Lin Xin stroked his sweaty forehead, every time Zhu Xingli asked, Shen Lou was vague, it must be difficult to explain, for example...
"I was hurt in my previous life." Shen Lou said honestly.
Sure enough, Lin Xin frowned, "How did you get hurt? It must have been after I died, but who has the ability to hurt your soul?"
Shen Lou didn't want to talk about this, "Are you going to choose Yuan'a Fourteenth Blade? I have a few candidates here who might be useful." Then, he took out a piece of paper from his sleeve.
There were no less than twenty names written on the paper, all of them were members of the Habayashi Army. Lin Xin looked at it in surprise, "Are these all yours?"
Putting so many people into the Habayashi Army cannot be done overnight, some of them have already become commanders, obviously Shen Lou started to do it when he was a child.
"Give these to me, aren't you afraid I'll betray you?" Lin Xin looked down at him, "It's a serious crime to put people in the imperial army."
"Sell it." Shen Lou said softly, slowly closed his eyes, and fell asleep.
Lin Xin frowned, and touched Shen Lou's still tense arm. This man was obviously still enduring the pain, but he couldn't see it on his face. Asking Zishu to take care of Shen Lou, Lin Xin took a small bronze mirror and went to find a fresh soul.
Finding a secluded place, quickly drawing a talisman to turn the mirror into a mirror, Lin Xin carefully identified the new souls floating in the palace.
Most of the maids, eunuchs, and wandering new souls belong to mortals. They are very weak and can only float around in the backlight.
Suddenly, a spirit full of spiritual energy flashed past, Lin Xin's eyes lit up, he turned around and ran after the spirit. After chasing behind a rockery, Lin Xin blocked it, quickly drew a formation to trap the soul, and excitedly took a closer look, the hairs all over his body instantly stood on end.
That soul was brighter than all the souls in this palace, and it was not afraid in the sun. It had a clear figure, complete facial features, and a pair of pteris-tailed eyes with drooping corners, looking curiously at Lin Xin through the shadow mirror.
"Master!" Lin Xin was so frightened that the three souls lost their seven souls. He crushed two pieces of deer glass to absorb the spiritual energy. A wisp of spirit is firmly grasped.
The soul is very fragile. Lin Xin was afraid of hurting him, so he could only use a lot of spiritual power to wrap his palms, holding the soul in both hands and ran quickly to Zhu Xingli's residence.
He can't let go, his soul is like light smoke, a gust of wind will blow him away, and if he lets go and catches him again, he has to start all over again. The spiritual power was consumed extremely quickly, Lin Xin felt his eyes blurred and sweated profusely. The more nervous you are, the more you can't help but think wildly.
The soul suddenly became three-dimensional, either bewitched by a magic spell, or physically dead. Could it be that the way of heaven really has a definite number, and the master who he has tried his best to keep will not be able to keep after all
Strongly unwilling to rush to the top of his head, Lin Xin turned his head and looked around, and saw the Zhong family brothers passing by, "You two, come and help me!"
Zhong Youyu stopped and looked at Lin Xin suspiciously, "What are you helping me for?" Looking at Lin Xin's strange posture, he suddenly felt deceitful, "I'll call Shen Dalai." After finishing speaking, he winked at his younger brother, Turn around and run.
Zhong Wumo hesitated for a moment, looked at his elder brother who ran away with a smile, and then at Lin Xin who had a strange expression, and walked over, "How can you help me?"
"Quick, give me some spiritual power, I can't hold it anymore." Lin Xin's mouth suddenly bled.
Zhong Wumo didn't hesitate any longer, and put one hand on his back, pouring a surge of spiritual power into it.
Lin Xin gained strength again, firmly grasped the spirit, and ran in quickly. Zhong Wumo followed him worriedly, and went straight into the room where Zhu Xingli usually rested.
The man in crimson shawl was sitting cross-legged on the seat, motionless, as if he had fallen asleep.
Lin Xin gritted his teeth, sat cross-legged across from him, slowly pushed the spirit in his hand towards him, then bit his finger, and quickly drew a symbol on Zhu Xingli's forehead, with a few strokes, he made a heavy point between his eyebrows, and shouted: "Soul return! "
"Ahem..." Zhu Xingli coughed a bit, opened his eyes, and saw the anxious disciple, and asked in surprise, "Xin'er, why are you here?"
Lin Xin supported his body with one hand and panted rapidly. When he had enough panting, he raised his head and stared at him, "I saw your spirit outside!"
"Ah!" Zhu Xingli slapped his head, and picked up a tattered ancient book next to him, "I saw a secret method in an ancient book, it's called out-of-body, and I really mastered it!"
"Practice into a fart!" Lin Xin grabbed the book and threw it to the ground, "If you hadn't met me, you would have died!"
It was the first time Zhong Wumo saw an apprentice who dared to scold his master like that, and couldn't help but widen his eyes.
It was a bit embarrassing to be taught by his apprentice in front of outsiders, Zhu Xingli put on a straight face and tried to put on a show, but suddenly saw Lin Xin vomit a mouthful of blood, he didn't care about anything, and grabbed him over.
"You say you, why worry, the dead soul of a mortal can stay for seven days, and my living soul won't dissipate for ten days and a half months," Zhu Xingli said, hugging his apprentice into his arms, and sticking his hand to his face. Watching him channel his spiritual power into the back of his heart, he sorted out the fork in his spirit veins caused by his haste, "How did you return your soul to your body?"
"This is not returning the soul, but moving the soul." In the past, he was just thinking about it in his spare time. People often have ghosts possessing their bodies, that is, their souls enter other people's bodies. He once tried to transfer the newly dead soul to someone else, and it really succeeded. But because the soul does not match the soul in the body, it can only stay for a while. Just now he was thinking that if the master died, he would first imprison his soul in the body and try to revive him.
Lin Xin lay on the master's shoulder, a little listless, seeing Zhong Wumo looking straight at him, raised his head and said, "Brother Jian Yan, thanks to you today, I, Lin Xin, owe you a favor, and I can help you in the future." one thing."
One thing promised by the Marquis of the Lulu can save lives in critical moments.
But today's Zhong Wumo still doesn't know the value of this promise, he shook his head and said: "It's a little effort, don't mind." After finishing speaking, he turned around and left.
Lin Xin didn't say much, letting his master lose too much spiritual power to him, he sniffed and said in a low voice, "Zhu Xingli, I beg you, please, live a long life, okay?"
Zhu Xingli stopped the hand that infused spiritual power, and patted the child in his arms like he did when he was a child when he was coaxing him to sleep, "Be good, don't be afraid."
The author has something to say: Small theater:
Lou Lou: Lying on a sick bed, I don’t know where my daughter-in-law is
Master: (singing) Where is Xinxin? Where is Xinxin? Xinxin is in the embrace of the dear master
Lou Lou: = =