Yuan Ah is an ancient magic sword, the light of the sword is like a dragon coming out of the abyss, it can cut the evil spirits in the world. Now this sword has been lost, and the royal family made imitations according to the legend, with a broad sword and a thin blade.
Lin Xin selected nine people from the Habayashi Army to form Yuana Jiuren as his own guards. Three of them were in the list given by Shen Lou, and they were used as hole cards; the others were not involved with any parties, and were even randomly pointed out.
As for the several "elites" recommended by the commander of the Habayashi Army, none of them were wanted.
The nine men, whose appearance was not good and whose spiritual strength and swordsmanship were only average, put on a dark green brocade robe with dark patterns of peacock feathers on the piping, and lapis lazuli silver cuffs on their wrists.
After distributing Yuan Ajian to everyone, Lin Xin nodded in satisfaction. In the previous life, Yuan'a was called a green fly by the princes' family, this time they have to change their words.
"I chose you not to set fire to kill people, but to gain momentum." After handing over Shen Lou to the care of his master, Lin Xin took Yuan'a Jiuren, who had not yet been trained, to Zhu's house in the Southern Region.
Everyone didn't expect that Zhu's family was the first to be cut off by the Marquis of the Deer. After all, persimmons are soft to pick, and the Zhu family can be said to be the most difficult to crack. Moreover, this is his master's family, and Lin Xin is closest to Lin Xin among the princes.
The luxury of Yi Nian Palace remained the same, Lin Xin led the murderous Yuan Ah, stood outside the door and knocked obediently, and walked in in a well-mannered manner.
Zhu Yangai was lying on the soft couch, leaning against the thick-haired Madam Jing in her arms, "What advantage did Feng Zhuoyi give you to make you work for him like this?"
"Meow?" Mrs. Jing, who was scratching Zhu Yan to change her hair, turned her belly and looked up at Lin Xin.
"Since you are a subject, you should share the worries of the sage. My nephew is not for fame and wealth, but to protect the foundation for the future." Lin Xin said solemnly, letting the fur ball that came running up to hang on the hem of his clothes to climb up.
Yuan'a Jiuren maintained a murderous expression behind him.
"Heh." Zhu Yangai gave a cold snort without understanding, raised her hand slightly, and the guards carried the boxes containing deer glass into the hall continuously.
Box after box was filled to the brim, surrounding Lin Xin and Yuan Ah Jiuren in the middle. Lin Xin glanced at it, and found that these deer glasses were at least twice the amount of Sui Gong.
"I've only seen that Laoshizi's deer-drinking order, so you just pick it. Pick enough that you think is good-looking, and send it to Feng Zhuoyi." Zhu Yangai took out a small dried fish from the low table, and rushed to the forest. Mrs. Jing on Xin's shoulder shook.
"Meow." Madam Jing ignored him, happily rubbing Lin Xin's head.
There is nothing wrong with this way of communication. Lin Xin entrusted this matter to Yuan'a, and sat beside Zhu Yangai with Mrs. Jing in his arms, and immediately put on a flattering expression, "Madam's temper seems to have improved a lot."
Zhu Yangai stretched out her hand to touch the cat's head, and Mrs. Jing turned around unwillingly and pretended to bite him, but she didn't stretch out her claws to scratch him as before.
"Shen Lou, boy, don't let Madam eat the flame fish. After the fish is cut off, it will be much better," Zhu Yangai said, with a little smile in his eyes, and raised his hand to throw an octagonal exquisite golden incense ball to Lin Letter, "This is his reward."
The small ball made of gold wire is only the size of a quail egg, and it is no different from the incense pendant hung on the waist of ordinary dudes. It's just that Lin Xin could see that those seemingly messy golden threads were actually formation diagrams, and all kinds of complex formations were superimposed to become a container for storing remnant souls.
"When the remnant soul enters, it will last for ten years." Zhu Yangai was very satisfied with her new work, "This thing is called Huangquanzhu."
With this thing, Lin Xin didn't have to use his spiritual power to hold the found soul piece all the time. Tie Huang Quanzhu around his waist with preciousness, and then looked at his uncle eagerly, "Then where is my spirit sword?"
"You have swallowed the hook, what more spirit sword do you need?" Zhu Yangai got up and left the main hall.
Lin Xin glanced back, the people from the Zhu family and Yuan Ah Jiuren were staring at each other, there shouldn't be any trouble, and immediately followed Zhu Yangai quickly, "Blessed by the king, I dare not resign. Tungou is an evil thing, evil spirit It's heavy and can't be used much."
Zhu Yangai glanced at him sideways.