Wen Shilan's eyes were solid, and Lin Xin's whole body felt cold when he saw it. At the very moment, a wild cat suddenly jumped out from the canopy of the tree, glanced at it very dissatisfied, jumped off the wall and fled quickly.
The barbarian over there muttered something barbaric, Wen Shilan looked away and gestured. Those people obviously quickened their pace, pushing the wooden cart and leaving quickly.
After waiting for about half an hour, after making sure that those barbarians would not come back, the two of them came forward.
"What are you doing to stop me? Those barbarians are obviously stealing from my house! As long as I call out, all the guards in Moguishan will come over," Zhong Youyu dissatisfied, "It's just a dozen or so barbarians, look! have to."
"Do you know who that person is?" Lin Xin looked at him coldly.
"Who?"
"Speaking out will scare you to death."
Crashing, there was a sound in the crown of the tree, Zhong Youyu was so shocked that he almost fell off the wall, and immediately drew his sword.
"It's me." Zishu in a full suit came out from the tree crown. She lived next door to Lin Xin, since Lin Xin heard the noise, she could hear it too.
"It scares you." Lin Xin sneered back, jumped off the wall, and walked towards the stone room.
Zhong Youyu smacked his lips, he had no face to talk to Lin Xin, and turned to look at Zishu: "Zishu, why did you come here? You let the cat just now?"
"Yes," Zishu replied, not wanting to chat with Zhong Youyu, quickly caught up with Lin Xin, and said in a low voice, "Master Hou, just now my subordinates heard that those barbarians said they were going to Dizhou."
"What?" Lin Xin was startled, "Did you hear that clearly?"
The people in Huanxinghai knew barbarian language more or less, and Zishu followed Shen Lou to beat barbarians all the year round, "I didn't hear anything else, but Di Zhou can be sure."
Dizhou is the place where Di people from the Western Regions gather. This time, Shen Lou led the troops to quell the chaos and went to Dizhou!
While speaking, Zhong Youyu had already stepped forward and pushed open the door of the stone room. This door seems to have changed its mechanism, and it is not as easy to open as it was back then.
"Boom—" The heavy stone door opened suddenly, and the bright lights rushed out like a flood that broke the embankment.
Lin Xin squinted his eyes, and when he saw the things in the stone room, he couldn't help being startled. In the deep cave, there are wooden shelves, from top to bottom, full of gold and deer glass.
"This... Why is this mountain cave turned into a warehouse?" Zhong Youyu walked in first, looked up and looked around, "I said that those barbarians are thieves, if you still don't believe me, look, this is clearly Mo Gui The warehouse in the mountain. It is estimated that the family has been burglarized before, so my uncle moved the warehouse here. Wow, this is the jade pillow I used when I was young."
The position near the entrance of the cave is deer glass and gold. Walking inside, it becomes a variety of rare treasures, antique calligraphy and paintings.
The melon field does not accept shoes, and Li Xia does not have a crown. Lin Xin folded his hands and walked slowly behind Zhong Youyu. At the end of the walk, a snow-white spirit sword hung alone on the wall. It seems that it has been a few years, and the spike of the sword has been covered with dust, but the blade is still shining with inspiration.
"Xue Ji," Zhong Youyu also saw this beautiful spirit sword, and read out the name of the sword engraved on the hilt, "Whose sword is this?"
"My father's sword." Lin Xin said flatly. He raised his hand, flexed his fingers like an eagle's claw, and the Xueji Sword flew over from the wall and landed in his hand.
The cold wind pierces through the forest and the rain beats the leaves, and the withered lotus contends for the snow in silence.
Lin Zhenghan's natal spirit sword is named Xue Ji. The cold light is still there, and the hero returns to the soil. This spirit sword has been separated from its master for twelve years.
"Oh, your father's sword, huh?" Zhong Youyu came to his senses, jumped to Lin Xin's side, grabbed the scabbard for a closer look, "Your father? Xunluhou? Why is your father's sword in my house?"
"I'm going to ask your father!" Lin Xin suddenly drew his sword out of its sheath, lay it on Zhong Youyu's neck, and said in a cold tone, "Your father killed my parents, Xue Ji is naturally at your house, this is called criminal evidence .”
"Impossible!" Zhong Youyu blushed, "Your father is also a prince. They have known each other since they were young, and they have no grievances or enmities. My father is very good, why did you kill your father
Lin Xinxin dodged behind Zhong Youyu, and scraped Zhong Youyu's neck from top to bottom with a cold sword blade, scraping off a piece of hair on his neck, "For the deer glass mine. The father's debt is paid by the son." , if I kill you now, I will avenge my father."
A drop of cold sweat slipped from Zhong Youyu's chin, dripping on Xue Ji's smooth sword.
"Oh, oh, what's the matter?" Zhong Suifeng, disheveled, dragged his untied coat, walked in quickly with a lantern, and saw the hair-blowing spirit sword caught in his nephew. On the neck, I was suddenly too scared to go forward.
Lin Xin glanced at him, and suddenly put his sword back into its sheath, as if the threat just now didn't exist at all.
Zhong Youyu looked at Lin Xin puzzled, but got a smile with fangs and brows, and knew that he had been fooled, and he was about to fight Lin Xin: "Well, you are not responsible for Lin Xin!"
"Youyu, don't be rude." Zhong Suifeng breathed a sigh of relief, stepped forward to dissuade him, and pulled Zhong Youyu aside.
"Second uncle, our family has recruited thieves." Zhong Youyu told Zhong Suifeng about the barbarian he saw just now.
After hearing this, Zhong Suifeng's face changed drastically, and he stuffed the lantern into Zi Shu's hand, "Girl, you are quick and quick, go and call the guards."
Zishu took the lantern, turned and left.
Zhong Youyu urged Zhong Suifeng to count the deer glass. Lin Xin put Xue Ji behind his back, and said coolly: "How much is missing, the second master is very clear, what needs to be counted?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Zhong Youyu looked at his uncle, who actually showed a guilty look, "Uncle?"
The night wind blows into the cave, blowing out bursts of howls. The candles flickered on and off, reflecting the early blooming Zhong Suifeng, suddenly there was a sense of desolation that the building was about to collapse.
"Hey, that's right, I let those barbarians in," Zhong Suifeng sighed, and said with a bitter face, "The family is getting poorer, and this year's annual tribute has not been collected yet. I can only exchange gold and barbarians for some deer glass."
Dayong forbids doing business with Beimo, let alone exchanging deer glass with barbarians. If you exchange gold for barbarian deer glass, you will be punished for three years; if you exchange deer glass for barbarian gold, you will be beheaded for collaborating with the enemy and treason.
"Since the second master understands this business, why can't he even support soldiers?" Lin Xin didn't believe a word of Zhong Suifeng's words.
Dayong's deer glass is limited, in fact, each family has some connections in private, which is not uncommon. If those people really took away some gold, why use such a peerless master as Wen Shilan? In the middle of the night, sneaking around, with deep ruts, the wooden cart contained the deer glass that must be transported to Beimo.
Zhong Youyu's fingertips trembled, "Uncle, did you really sell the deer glass to the barbarians?" These years, the barbarians and the Northern Territory fought almost every year, and the Shen family almost came out with all their nests. Enemy, defend home and country. If the world knew that Zhong Suifeng provided deer glass to the barbarians, not to mention the imperial court, even Shen Qirui would not let him go.
"This..." Zhong Suifeng's face was pale, as if he was very scared, he took half a step back slowly.
"Whoosh—" a sudden change occurred, and a dozen red threads suddenly drilled out from the stone walls on both sides, pulled into a crisscross net, and quickly rushed towards Lin Xin.
Lin Xin's pupils shrank suddenly, instead of retreating, he grabbed Zhong Youyu and stood in front of him. The extremely sharp thread cut through Zhong Youyu's clothes immediately, and cut a deep wound on his shoulder, and if it penetrated another inch, his arm would be lost.
The red line stopped immediately, and twisted like a living thing, bypassing Zhong Youyu and attacking from top to bottom.
The hook swallowing scimitar was instantly clasped around Zhong Youyu's neck, and Lin Xin said coldly, "One more move, and I'll cut his neck off!"
Zhong Suifeng raised his head suddenly, with a panicked and distressed expression on his face, he hurriedly made a handprint, and those thin lines barely stopped.
The author has something to say: Small theater:
Xinxin: You have a jade shield, and you have been professionally shielding swords for 20 years!
Second uncle: Produced by the Zhong family, quality assurance, national inspection exemption!
Loulou: Standing at home
Message: Last but not least
Lou Lou: always keep at home