Next day, early morning
"drive!"
In a slightly desolate street, a black horse carried Lin Xiaolu along the way.
Since leaving the Tang Dynasty last night, Lin Xiaolu ran fast along the map Ye Qingluan drew for him. He ran all night and then bought this black horse at a market this morning.
"Mazi, your speed is not good. You can't run as fast as me."
Lin Xiaolu said with disdain while patting Ma's head:
"There are wars going on everywhere in China right now. The mission is urgent and I can't fly. Besides, I'm tired of running at full speed all the time. Let's do this. From now on, you can carry me and run at full speed during the day, and I'll carry you and run at full speed at night. Neither of us can do anything. Who is tired?"
The young man chatted with the horse and moved forward at a fast speed. Not long after, he saw a stall selling breakfast in the distance.
His eyes lit up, and he threw out the Youzhou Lock without dismounting.
In the street, long and narrow black iron chains flew around, instantly sweeping away a drawer of steamed buns on the morning stall. Then Lin Xiaolu took off a corner of the gold ingot and threw it into the stall, then walked away with the warm steamed buns in his arms.
In the next few days, Lin Xiaolu didn't sleep anymore. He moved forward day and night, riding fast during the day and racing wildly with his horse on his back at night.
The speed of the horse is indeed not as fast as his. It can only cover more than 350 miles in a day during the day. However, Lin Xiaolu carries it on its back and uses Qinggong to sprint at night. It is still nearly three times faster than it, and can reach a distance of one night. At a terrifying speed of more than a thousand miles, just like this, after galloping day and night, Lin Xiaolu finally arrived in Sichuan Kingdom on the fifth day and came to a city called Weicang City.
It was rumored that Xiu Ye Zongchun of Japan was in rebellion and led hundreds of Japanese monks to massacre the second-rate sects in China. At the same time, he also let some monks lead the Japanese mortal army to attack the city and plunder the land. They burned, killed, looted and committed all kinds of evil. The Sichuan Kingdom was influenced by the Japanese. One of the countries most severely affected by Japanese disasters. I heard that half of this country has been conquered.
At this moment, the gates of Weicang City in Sichuan were closed, and troops were stationed on the city walls. After Lin Xiaolu rode his horse to the city, soldiers immediately shouted to him on the city wall:
"If you come, stop and retreat quickly, or you will be waiting with bows and arrows!"
Lin Xiaolu was stunned for a moment, then without saying anything, he rode away obediently.
He thought about it. He wanted to be an assassin and needed to learn to hide himself. It was better not to reveal his identity to the mortals in China. He was going to sneak in later.
Under the watchful eyes of the soldiers, Lin Xiaolu left the city obediently, came to a deep mountain forest, and untied the steed.
"Ma Zi, thank you for accompanying me these days. Be careful in the future and don't get caught and ride on me again. If it really doesn't work, go to Emei. It's good to work hard and become a spiritual beast. There are I'll cover you, and the emperor penguins will call you daddy when they see you."
After saying goodbye, Lin Xiaolu patted the horse's butt. The horse took a few steps and turned to look at him.
Lin Xiaolu waved towards him cheerfully:
"I'm going to kill someone. Goodbye, Mazi."
The horse heard the sound, nodded humanely, turned and left.
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That afternoon
Sichuan country, a certain city
In an iron shop, a strong man was hammering iron tools hard.
The strong man's body is full of strong muscles, and he has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his eyes are full of concentration on blacksmithing. Perhaps because he was close to the stove, he was sweating profusely, but the sweat still couldn't stop him from pounding the iron.
"Master, there is a Taoist priest outside who wants to buy a knife." While he was fighting, the apprentice from the iron shop suddenly ran in and said.
"I know." The strong man responded in a dull voice, stopped, wiped the oil on his hands with his apron, and then walked to the guest room outside, where he saw a young Taoist priest who was about fifteen or sixteen years old.
He looked the Taoist priest up and down and asked angrily: "Do you want to buy a sword, Taoist priest?"
The little Taoist priest nodded and said with a mean smile: "My own knife is too heavy and will break the ground when I take it out. Anyway, this time I am going to kill some ordinary Japanese pirates, so I just want to buy a mortal blade to kill people."
The strong man was stunned when he heard these slightly strange words. Then he looked carefully at Lin Xiaolu's eyes, then took out a long box from the iron rack full of knives hanging on the side.
The apprentice on the side was shocked when he saw him taking this long box.
This is the master's most proud work.
"If you want to cut people, this Yanling knife is more suitable." The strong man opened the box, revealing the coldly shining sword inside.
Lin Xiaolu glanced at the knife, then picked it up and played with it briefly, nodding with satisfaction.
"Uncle, your knife is pretty good." He said as he took out an ingot of gold, but the strong man shook his head and refused.
"If this knife is used to kill Chinese people, it will cost you nothing, but if it is used to kill Japanese pirates, it will cost you nothing. If the Taoist priest wears it out, he can come back at any time. I don't have anything else here, so the knife is enough."
Lin Xiaolu smiled, raised his hands and cupped his fists at the strong man.
That night, a cold wind suddenly rose. The young man, dressed in black and carrying a long knife, walked out of the inn where he had stayed and headed straight for the city that was most affected by the Japanese disaster.
The city named "Yanfeng" has been completely occupied. At this moment, the city is burning with flames, there are countless cries, and the corpses of local people can be seen everywhere, it's like hell.
And when Lin Xiaolu entered through the deserted and bloodstained city gate, the first thing he saw was a few Japanese soldiers playing with a Chinese soldier who had his legs and hands cut off on the street. Some even laughed and urinated on the soldier's wounds and faces, mocking his bravery, dignity, and unyielding spirit.
In the once prosperous city, now there are only fires, corpses, and cold blood.
The ferocious smiles of the Japanese, the helpless and desperate eyes of the soldiers, all these, mixed with the hell-like scene on earth, were deeply imprinted in the young man's black pupils.
Listening to the wild laughter of the Japanese people in his ears, he did not hesitate and directly pulled out the shining blade, and then...
In the street, Lin Xiaolu, who was stained with blood, looked at the Chinese soldier who was about to die, and then looked at the corpses around him that he had torn into pieces.
"Uncle, I have avenged you, please rest in peace." He said silently, his eyes lowered.
The soldier lay in a pool of blood, looked at him, and opened his mouth, but his throat was blocked by blood and he could not speak.
Lin Xiaolu understood what he meant, took a deep breath, tried not to cry, leaned down, covered his eyes with one hand, and pinched his throat with the other, while looking up at the black sky.
"Uncle, I won't save people, but we will meet again."
After saying that, he sent the tough man on his way.
Afterwards, Lin Xiaolu chopped down many people, and at an astonishing speed, he chopped down all the Japanese pirates who were causing trouble in the city. All the Japanese who saw him did not even have the chance to cry out for help, and they became dead souls under the sword as soon as they met him. .
In the end, Lin Xiaolu came to the Japanese pirate camp deep in the city.
This is a very luxurious restaurant, probably the largest restaurant in the city. However, it has been occupied by Japanese pirates. When Lin Xiaolu came here, he could still hear wanton laughter and Japanese chatter coming from inside. Discourse.
That laughter was in sharp contrast to the scene of fire outside and corpses strewn everywhere.
Now Lin Xiaolu was covered in blood, the scarlet blade was even covered with bits of minced meat, and his face was also covered in blood.
But he didn't wipe it, he just closed his eyes and listened to the laughter in the restaurant, then walked in calmly and closed the door calmly.
Soon, the laughter inside stopped and was replaced by a variety of chaotic roars and curses, as well as the jingling of bells.
Gradually, the curses became less and less, and the screams began to appear one by one. The windows of the restaurant were splashed red with blood. Finally... with a "Bang!", a bloody human head broke through the window and rolled down to the street. central.
"Click!" The door opened again, and the expressionless young man walked out of the restaurant that looked like a pool of blood. When he left, he crushed the head with his foot.
