Hearing this, Lin Xiaolu looked at the old man in front of him, and then answered honestly:
"Sect Master Qin, my combat power is about the same as yours."
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the room couldn't help but smile contemptuously again, even the old man was stunned for a moment.
He looked Lin Xiaolu up and down, did not answer the question, but continued to ask expressionlessly:
"Little friend who cuts people...how old are you this year?"
"Sixteen years old." Lin Xiaolu answered honestly.
The old man nodded and said nothing more. He just smiled at his granddaughter:
"Cong'er, please take your friend to the guest room first. Tomorrow we will have another confrontation with the Japanese. Then, you can take him and follow behind."
Qin Congcong nodded happily after hearing this and left with Lin Xiaolu. As soon as the two left, they heard harsh smiles and disdainful words coming from the hall.
Lin Xiaolu ignored it. After killing too many people in the past two days, his mood was beginning to be different from before.
He understands that people are just like this. They will use their own worldview and experience to look at others and judge things. This is a normal thing and cannot be said to be bad. After all, they are not saints. Maybe this is a bit narrow, but Understandable.
In Heyin Mountain, Lin Xiaolu followed Qin Congcong through the winding and rugged mountain roads, meeting many Heyin Sect disciples along the way. Naturally, the cultivation level of the disciples here cannot be compared with that of Emei. They are all relatively low, but it is understandable. , after all, it is a small sect.
"Master Shaman, you will stay here tonight."
Outside a private room, Qin Congcong smiled sillyly at Lin Xiaolu and said:
"Tomorrow the Taoist Master will go to the battlefield, so have a good rest tonight."
Lin Xiaolu nodded: "Thank you Qin for your cleverness."
"Hehe" the girl smiled cutely, talked to him for a while, then turned and left.
Seeing her leaving, Lin Xiaolu went into the house and took a look at the living environment, then lay down on the bed in the room.
He had not slept for several days, and was now preparing to practice the Hidden Dragon Sleeping Pill Technique for a while, and then kill a few Japanese people after dark.
Soon, the boy's breathing gradually became steady and he fell into sleep.
Many times, time passes at different speeds for people in different situations.
Just like when he first started walking on horseback when he was a child, Lin Xiaolu would feel that every minute was a torment and that time passed very slowly. But now that he is practicing the Hidden Dragon Sleeping Pill Technique, he only feels a trance. When he opens his eyes again, , already late at night.
He sat up from the bed, opened his backpack, and silently put on his black night clothes.
Regarding the Japanese species, Lin Xiaolu's current philosophy is to kill as many as he can. Otherwise, they will all be killed by others, and then he will not be able to kill them~
Late at night, with the bright moon hanging high, Lin Xiaolu went out wearing black clothes and leaped down the mountain with the Wild Goose Feather Saber on his back. He had no spiritual power, but he had Qinggong at his side, so there was no sound as he flew. The disciples of the Heyin Sect were stunned. One person found out.
Soon, he came to the back of the mountain at night and saw Jiangwei City, which was occupied by the Japanese.
At this moment, the guards in General City are extremely tight. There are torches on the city walls, lighting up the outside of the city. There are two Foundation Establishment Realm Japanese monks standing guard at the city gate, and there are groups of Japanese monks outside. Soldiers on patrol.
This kind of defense is undoubtedly very strict, because if the monks invade, as long as they use their spiritual power, whether it is killing soldiers or doing anything else, the two Japanese monks will be able to sense it immediately.
And if it is a mortal invasion, although it is difficult for the monks to detect it, the soldiers patrolling outside will definitely be able to detect it. After all, no mortal can kill a group of Japanese soldiers in an instant without making a sound. This is why the Heyin Sect has never used sneak attacks. The main reason for the method.
Of course, times will change. Just like at this moment, a young man hidden in the night was observing a group of patrolling Japanese soldiers with his emotionless eyes.
Eight soldiers, with samurai swords on their hips, patrolled the outside of the city talking and laughing.
The leading soldier smiled at the people behind him as he walked:
"The weather is getting colder and colder. I really want to drink a bowl of hot miso."
The soldiers laughed and wanted to say something. The leader suddenly tilted his neck and his eyes widened.
There was a dagger stuck in his neck at some point!
The other soldiers were stunned for a moment, and before they could react, they felt a chill on their necks, then the world started spinning, and they knew nothing.
Killing someone... can be really easy sometimes, especially for those who can afford it.
In the darkness, the young man carried the knife and attacked silently, heading straight for the next patrol team~
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At the spacious and majestic city gate, two Foundation Establishment monks were sitting cross-legged on the mat meditating.
After a while, one of the monks suddenly opened his eyes, looked at his companion and said:
"Kawamura, do you feel quiet?"
The monk named Kawamura did not open his eyes. He closed his eyes and said perfunctorily: "I guess the samurai are lazy somewhere."
The monk nodded after hearing this and continued to meditate with his eyes closed. Well, he didn't feel any spiritual power, so he was safe.
It's this group of low-class patrol warriors who are slacking off again, and I will punish them soon.
With this thought, he continued to practice with concentration, completely unaware that a young man in black was hanging upside down above his head.
The young man looked at the two Foundation Establishment monks, then relaxed and fell between them.
The two monks who heard the noise opened their eyes at the same time, but before they even had time to raise their heads, they felt their eyes go dark, and then they passed away completely.
In the dark night, the killing continues.
In the general city where Japanese pirates and Japanese monks were stationed, Lin Xiaolu, who transformed into a Shura, carried a wild goose feather knife with still blood on his back and ran on the rooftops of the tiled houses in the city. His movements were quick but light, and he landed silently, just like a bird. The ghostly cat in the dark night seems to be one with the night in every move.
After experiencing several previous massacres, Lin Xiaolu became more and more proficient in the work of assassins. He observed many restaurants and private houses, but did not kill any more Japanese pirates resting inside.
These are mortals, minions, nothing like that. You have to kill the monks.
The young man who thought so searched around and around the city, and finally found a group of meditating Foundation Establishment monks in a government office~
He had two choices. The first was to rush in without hesitation and slaughter the people inside with a knife. Then, because of the loud noise, he was discovered by twenty pill-forming realm members in the city and sneaked back to Heyin Sect.
The second is to kill bit by bit, quietly, so that no one can notice, and kill all night long!
Well, he decisively chose the latter, because in this way he could maximize the number of kills.
In the dark courtroom, Lin Xiaolu harvested lives with extremely careful movements.
Compared to the first time he killed someone as an assassin on the spirit ship, he is undoubtedly much more experienced now. Lin Xiaolu is a very observant person and is willing to think carefully, so even though he is still young, he already has some vague qualities of a master assassin. style.
Not long after, the young man who finished killing people walked out of the Yamen and went to the next place.
That night, the killing time was counted from midnight to nine o'clock in the morning, a total of more than two hours. How many people could a ghostly assassin kill in such a long time?
Taking into account the time spent on the road, after Lin Xiaolu's night of killing, the number of souls in the Foundation Establishment Realm under the sword reached an astonishing seventy!
Most of the hundreds of foundation builders were destroyed by him in one night!
