Deep in Wolong Mountain, an old man knelt down in front of the cave, and his weeping howls continued to spread deep into the cave.
"My son..."
"I robbed five wives from Yazhai and gave birth to seven girls. It was not easy for me to have such a son."
"Now he's dead! His head was chopped off and hung on the top of the city!"
"The person who killed you will deserve to die. I will send them all down to be with you."
The old man is the bandit leader in Wolong Mountain, and his son is the swarthy young man who led the bandits to ambush Lin Xing a few days ago.
At this moment, the old man kept kowtowing in the direction of the cave, his tears and nose mingled together, and he said sadly: "Holy girl, I want to avenge my son. I know Zhang Tiande can't kill him now, but what the hell is Lin Xing? "
"My son is dead, why is he still alive and well?"
A soft sigh came from the cave: "The secret line in the Marshal's mansion is extremely important. This bandit suppression was the information he sent."
The old man widened his eyes and said, "Holy girl, as long as you can avenge my son, all the soldiers and horses in our village will be at the disposal of the Holy Religion, and there will never be a single word of disobedience."
"Besides, Lin Xing is seriously injured now, so killing him will be effortless."
"On the contrary, if you let such a thing stay under Zhang Tiande's hands, you will be feeding a tiger into trouble."
After a moment of silence in the cave, an answer came from the other party.
"good."
"He's going to die."
…
The next night, Lin Xing suddenly felt a sharp pain.
Then he opened his eyes and found himself lying on the bed intact.
"I am dead?"
"I was lying in bed so well, but I could be killed?" Lin Xing touched his head and was speechless for a while: "Is there such a good thing?"
After all, Lin Xing had died too many times, and Lin Xing's attitude towards finding out that he had been killed was no longer as extreme as in the past.
Even because he could take advantage of the opportunity to hone his skills by being killed repeatedly, he was vaguely looking forward to encountering this kind of life and death battle.
He even simply sat cross-legged, practicing meditation while waiting for the murderer to visit again.
The cat doll beside the bed turned over in a daze, with its face pressed against the bed and said, "You are so noisy, Lin Xing, what happened?"
Lin Xing explained: "It's okay, someone just killed me once."
Bai Yiyi said in a daze: "Be quiet, I'm so sleepy."
After a while, a puff of smoke suddenly rose up in the room.
Lin Xing opened his eyes suddenly, looked toward the window, and saw a bamboo tube sticking out from nowhere.
"It turns out they knocked me out first and then killed me. No wonder I don't even know how I died."
Lin Xing didn't want to waste time and let the other party stun him again, so he threw himself out the window regardless of his injuries.
Then he saw a man in black looking at Lin Xing who jumped out in surprise.
The next moment, violent murderous intent arose from both sides at the same time.
boom!
The fists of both sides collided hard in the air.
Lin Xing felt a sharp pain all over his body, and the scars that had not yet healed were torn apart again at this moment.
"Lin Xing is indeed seriously injured." The man in black across from him smiled slightly, and with a flash of silver light from his waist, he saw a soft sword in his hand, biting towards Lin Xing like a series of silver snakes.
At this moment, Lin Xing was still injured, and the opponent still had a sharp weapon. After a few moves, Lin Xing fell into a pool of blood.
…
"This killer should also have understood the inheritance of soldiers, but he definitely has not sublimated his skills."
"But it's still very difficult to win with my injury still in its unhealed state."
"In this case I can rest assured."
After coming back to his senses again, Lin Xing twisted his head and thought in his mind: "While waiting, let's continue practicing the spells."
Because he was afraid that the other party would see the light and not come over, Lin Xing practiced spells in the dark in the room while waiting for the other party to attack.
Fighting to the death again and again, dying again and again, Lin Xing's spell skills continued to improve.
Until a trace of sleepiness came into his mind, Lin Xing realized that he had been exercising for a long time.
Talisman (0.3% on one level) → Talisman (28.7% on one level)
"We have to rest. What should we do next? Call the guards in the Marshal's mansion directly?"
But thinking of this, Lin Xing was a little reluctant to let go.
Could it be that when he met an assassin who took the initiative to assassinate him at close range, he always felt that it was a pity to only give him this chance tonight.
"When dealing with such a vicious murderer, there is no need to talk about any rules. Only by making more use of his value can I recover my memory faster and better protect the world in the future."
"For the assassin himself, this is also repayment for the sins he committed and contributed to world peace."
Thinking of this, Lin Xing's next training plan has already emerged in his mind.
…
Fan Chaolun is an ordinary-looking middle-aged man with a popular face.
But he knew he was not a popular person.
He is a true disciple of Ziyang Temple in Taiping County. He has practiced swordsmanship since he was a child, and his skills in Ziyang Swordsmanship have reached the fourth level.
Originally, he had good food and drink in Ziyang Temple, guarded the tens of thousands of acres of fertile land in the temple, and had hundreds of slaves, so he could be said to have no worries about food and clothing all his life.
However, because Ziyangguan disobeyed Marshal Zhang's military orders, the other party sent troops to annihilate them. Only Fan Chaolun escaped.
"Master, Master, if you, an old fool, hadn't refused to pass on the sublimation method of Ziyang Swordsmanship to me, how could Ziyang Taoist Temple be destroyed so easily?"
Every time he thought of Ziyang Temple being annihilated by Marshal Zhang, Fan Chaolun couldn't help but lament his master's short-sightedness, and then he felt hatred towards Marshal Zhang.
Later, he received guidance and help, and with his popular face, he sneaked into the Marshal's house and lurked here as an ordinary handyman.
But he knows that he is not ordinary. He is the last disciple of Ziyang Temple, an avenger lurking in the darkness, and a debt collector who covets the lives of Zhang Tiande and his subordinates day and night.
He knew that one day he would take back all the secrets of Ziyang Temple and take back everything that should belong to him.
It's a pity that he passed on the information about the bandit suppression some time ago. He thought it would give a good blow to the arrogance of Zhang Tiande's family, but it was ruined by one person.
But finally today, he will kill the young man named Lin Xing and start the first act of his revenge.
"Hmph, he must be sleeping in the room now. With his seriously injured body, if he is hit by my smoke again, he will definitely die next."
Fan Chaolun came outside Lin Xing's wing and looked up... only to find that Lin Xing was not in the room.
"Not here? Did you go to the toilet?"
Fan Chaolun waited patiently for a while, and then searched the small courtyard, but could not find any trace of Lin Xing.
Under the edge of the wall, Lin Xing rubbed his eyebrows: "Isn't it over yet? I'm so sleepy."
Lin Xing, who has gone back in time again and again, can accurately predict the sequence of actions that Fan Chaolun will take to find him, so that the opponent can't even see him at this moment, and he doesn't know where to kill him if he wants to.
In desperation, Fan Chaolun could only return to the room with a confused look.
Lying on the bed, he thought to himself that he would let Lin Xing live one more day, and he would wait until tomorrow night to take action.
"Wait for Zhang Tiande, Lin Xing is just the first one..."
Not far from outside Fan Chaolun's house, Lin Xing finally followed him all the way to outside Fan Chaolun's room after several failed tracking attempts and was killed.
"Is this right here?"
Lin Xing yawned and began to sit cross-legged on the ground, closing his eyes to rest.
About an hour later, he regained a lot of energy, opened his eyes and looked at Fan Chaolun's position: "Let's get started."
He walked directly to the other party's window and looked over.
From then until dawn the next day, he rested like this for a while, brushing alone for a while, resting for a while, brushing alone for a while...
In order to ensure efficiency, he would not tire himself out every time. He would always close his eyes and take a rest when he felt a little tired to ensure his efficiency.
To him, the whole process was dull and boring.
But for another, the next few days are destined to be unforgettable.
