"It's going to rain again." Looking at the weather, Molin turned around and said to several of his companions. After leaving the small village, the atmosphere among their group was quite solemn, and no one spoke to them all the way up to this point.
"Yeah." After hearing what he said, Lu Ping simply responded.
"It looks pretty big." Following Mo Lin's words, a sound of thunder pierced the sky, and the lightning made everyone's face flicker.
"Go further and there will be a place to take shelter from the rain." Lu Ping said.
"Oh? How do you know?" Maureen said.
"Passed by," Lu Ping said.
A year ago, he escaped from Xiafeng City and went all the way north to Beidou College, walking in this direction. At that time, he was alone and cautious all the way, avoiding Tibet from east to west, never daring to take the crowded roads. Now they are led by Mo Lin, and they are also following a cautious plan, but they happen to be on the same route as he did back then.
"What place is it?" Maureen asked.
"A ruined temple." Lu Ping said.
"That's not a good place to hide," Maureen said. In inaccessible places, such buildings will actually stand out.
"Don't you mean taking shelter from the rain?" Lu Ping said.
"Okay... go and take a look before we talk." Mo Lin said helplessly.
Then Lu Ping led the way, and after walking for a short time, he saw a ruined temple. Mo Lin looked around and saw that there was no one in the wilderness. I cautiously entered the temple and found that it was half collapsed and the statues enshrined in it were missing. It is not popular to believe in any gods in the mainland. There are only some mountain gods and river gods made up by the people themselves, which entrust some of their hopes and yearnings.
Mo Lin turned around twice, and when he saw that the rain was about to fall, he nodded and signaled to everyone that there was nothing wrong.
"It must have been a long time since anyone came here." Mo Lin said as he greeted a few people inside.
The three of them came in. Lu Ping and Ling Ziyan each found a place to sit down, while Fang Yizhu leaned against the window. The pouring rain came as soon as possible, and the half-collapsed ruined temple was leaking water everywhere. In the blink of an eye, there were several small puddles, and the rainwater was still leaking downwards.
Everyone was silent, looking at the rain, each with their own thoughts.
"Why has Senior Brother Fang been so silent?" Mo Lin suddenly asked.
Fang Yizhu, who was standing by the window watching the rain, turned back to look at him and said, "I'm looking to see if anyone is chasing me."
"If someone really catches him, what will Senior Brother Fang do?" Mo Lin said.
"Of course I'll leave you behind and run away if you can." Fang Yi noted.
Mo Lin was suddenly speechless and could no longer continue the conversation.
"How are you?" He turned to ask Lu Ping again.
"Just take the opportunity to rest and recover." Lu Ping said. The heavy rain was by no means a factor that prevented him from moving forward. He found that the recovery of his soul power was not as smooth as he expected. In such a state, even if she teleported to the Xuanjun capital to see Su Tang, there was no way to rescue her. So it is very necessary to stop, be quiet, and adjust your state.
"Okay, you can rest peacefully. I'll keep an eye on you." Mo Lin said, glancing at Fang Yizhu intentionally or unintentionally.
Lu Ping nodded, closed his eyes and began to rest his mind. But Mo Lin was not someone who could take time off easily. Without disturbing Lu Ping, he started chatting with Ling Ziyan again.
"Still worried about Teacher Chu Min?" He asked after seeing Ling Ziyan's uneasy look.
Ling Ziyan nodded.
"Don't worry. I carefully erased the traces of our journey before, and no one should chase us there. After leaving there, I also used a pretext to create suspicions. Even if the enemy finds any traces, they will never be pointing to them. There, they will only chase further and further in the wrong direction. When they come to their senses, I think Teacher Chu Min will be able to escape." Mo Lin comforted.
"Yeah." Ling Ziyan finally showed some relief when she heard Mo Lin say this.
"Haha." Fang Yizhu over there sneered.
It wasn't just a day or two that Mo Lin disliked Fang Yizhu. It was frustrating to be pestered by this man to live with him. When he heard this laughter that seemed to be a little disdainful to him, he jumped up immediately.
"What does hehe mean?" Maureen shouted.
"I paid attention to your methods along the way. Are these your life-saving skills that you are proud of?" Fang Yizhu said.
"So what?" Mo Lin said.
"Very good." Fang Yizhu said.
"Go on, but." Molin knew he hadn't finished speaking yet.
"But this is limited to your level." Fang Yi noted.
"What do you mean?" Maureen said.
"If you want to use your magical skills to protect Lu Ping, have you ever thought about the level of the enemies he faces? For example, the fat man before, if he is a powerful tracker of this level, how can you use these magical skills of yours? Do you still have such confidence?" Fang Yi asked.
Maureen was stunned.
After all, his realm is just the penetration of three souls. The so-called magical skills mentioned by Fang Yizhu are not high-end superpowers. They are all Molin's flexible use of the rich knowledge and experience accumulated in his career, using some possibly very simple superpowers to finally achieve what he wants. Clever effect required. These techniques have helped him save his life more than once. It is not an exaggeration to say that these are his life-saving skills.
But as Fang Yizhu said, these methods can help him save his life, after all, because the opponent he faces will not be too strong. After all, his profession is very particular about strength matching. For example, when it comes to assassinating a cultivator with four souls, it is rare for an employer to hand it over to an assassin with three souls; and most killers with three souls are unlikely to challenge such an impossible task.
But what Lu Ping has to face here is much exaggerated. Not to mention the four-soul penetration, even the five-soul penetration just appeared. And what is he going to do now? If he wants to save Su Tang, he will almost challenge the entire Xuanjun Empire. Not to mention a killer with three souls, even their entire killer group cannot handle such a task!
"Then what can I do?" Mo Lin couldn't help but blurt out.
"Just do your best and be your best." Fang Yi noted.
"I've done that," Morin said.
"Then when I laugh, don't have such a big opinion." Fang Yi noted.
"Get out!" Mo Lin was angry. But he had no intention of arguing with Fang Yizhu anymore. Because he knew that his question was meaningless? What can he do? There is actually only one answer: become stronger. When Lu Ping faced an enemy like Zhou Roulong again, he could not only watch from the sidelines, but then he would probably be able to provide Lu Ping with reliable help. And now, are his methods enough to deal with the enemies Lu Ping will face?
Mo Lin couldn't sit still anymore and stood by the window, looking out the window with Fang Yizhu.
It was raining heavily and it was in the middle of nowhere.
