Lin Ming walked along the bamboo forest path and returned to his hut.
This courtyard is located in the southeast corner of Xuanwen Academy and is quite quiet.
When he returned to the courtyard, he looked up and saw that it was a bit messy and not neat enough.
"How can you sweep the world if you don't sweep the entire house?" Lin Ming pursed his lips and chuckled, then rolled up his sleeves and began to tidy up.
Time passed bit by bit. He cleaned the courtyard, tidied up the inner room, and cleaned the small kitchen. For a while, he felt something in his heart:
"Isn't time travel a different kind of reincarnation?"
"It looks like we are alone, but in reality we are all connected. Human relationships are like threads. How can we sort them out and cut them off?"
Lin Ming smiled, as if he had returned to ordinary life again.
However, his divine text with the word "Guan" is always effective.
A pair of eyes, within a range of ten feet, every detail is visible!
Any disturbance is reflected in his heart, clear, indescribable clarity.
"After all, we are two different people now. Many things are different." Standing in the courtyard, Lin Ming sighed softly.
He raised his head and looked up at the sky, his eyes slightly blurred.
In fact, it stands to reason that he is a modern person who traveled through time, and he is not a special soldier or a killer or any other strange profession.
Killing two people directly without any reaction was not in line with his original psychological characteristics.
As a graduate of the Chinese Department, he is accustomed to writing and reading.
It just so happens that both of these can help him better understand his own heart.
If there is something strange, of course you have to explore it and think deeply about your heart. However, some questions are destined to have no answers.
After all, there is no sense in traveling through time. Perhaps while fusing his memories, he also gained some residual obsession from the original owner.
Shaking his head to dispel the confusion in his mind, he continued to clean up.
A few hours later, the afterglow of the sunset set.
Lin Ming thoroughly tidied up the small courtyard, and he scanned the surroundings again.
The small courtyard is not too big. The green grass is dotted with scattered wild flowers. A dozen oval or irregular bluestone slabs extend a path, connecting the courtyard gate and the inner house facing north and south.
Not far from the door of the inner house, a thatched pergola stands.
Under the pergola, there is a round stone table and two stone benches sitting opposite each other. On the side of the stone table is a clear pool of water. The water is so clear that you can see the pebbles on the bottom of the pool, which are either gray or white.
Lin Ming looked at his masterpiece all afternoon.
The whole courtyard was clean and tidy, and he felt a little more peaceful inside.
The restlessness that came from traveling gradually subsided.
"This is my temporary home." Lin Ming smiled slightly, feeling half lonely and half relieved.
Afterwards, he went to the small kitchen on the west wall of the courtyard, fried two side dishes at will, and warmed up a pot of sake.
Under the pavilion, beside the stone table, Lin Ming sat alone and drank. From time to time, he picked up a dish with chopsticks and put it into his mouth carelessly.
While chewing, he checked Mo Xuanji's Najie.
There were over a hundred gold coins, three poisons, seven books, and several sets of clothes, which seemed to be of little value.
However, there is also a small dark bag containing special tokens and a small codex.
This token is all white, like the condensed moonlight. On the front is a crescent moon, and on the top of the mountain under the moon is a simple attic. On the back is the word "Fog Seven" engraved on it.
"What is this?" Lin Ming frowned, having no clue, so he opened the small codex.
At first glance, it turned out to be Mo Xuanji's diary.
"It's incredible that in this world where force is paramount, there are still people keeping diaries."
Lin Ming complained, then quickly flipped through the diary.
The diary records an organization called "Xianyue Tower". Their power is extremely secretive, but it covers the entire Cangxuan World.
Mo Xuanji is the "Fog Seven" of Xianyue Tower. It is precisely because of joining Xianyue Tower that he was able to condense the purple divine script "Jian".
But this kind of purple divine writing actually has drawbacks. He didn't know what the specific drawbacks were, so he just mentioned them briefly in his diary.
Lin Ming paused and threw the token with his left hand, "Since there are fog seven, then there are one, two, three, four, five, six..."
Lin Ming continued to read, and the more he read, the more frightened he became.
In the huge Qingming State, all the seven sects and ten aristocratic families of the Three Kingdoms have Xianyue Tower Anzi!
The Lin family and the Mo family are no exception, and Xuanwen Academy is no exception. Their codenames range from Wuyi to Wujiu, and there is another person codenamed Wuyue who is the leader.
These twenty people are all the best among the younger generation of the major forces.
The plan to kill Lin Ming was proposed by Mo Xuanji, the "Wu Qi", and was implemented after "Wu Yue" agreed.
The purpose is simple, to cause confusion.
As long as Lin Ming can die in Xuanwen Academy, the Lin family will inevitably investigate.
Wuyue had been lurking in Xuanwen Academy for a long time, cooperating with Mo Xuanji to secretly provoke a confrontation between the two major forces.
By then, this incident will become the starting point of the chaos in Qingming State.
As for the next plan, there is no clear record in Mo Xuanji's diary, but there is his guess——
Xianyuelou seems to be looking for something.
The content ended abruptly, and today's date was marked in the follow-up. Obviously, Mo Xuanji could no longer write a diary for today.
Lin Ming closed the diary, frowned, and fell into thought.
Suddenly, in his mind's eye, a flying needle struck silently from outside the courtyard.
It was extremely fast, heading straight for the Achilles' heel on the back of his neck.
Assassination! ! !
Lin Ming had goosebumps all over his body. He changed his gesture with his right hand, holding the chopsticks, and thrust them out backwards.
The word "sword" glowed with purple light, and the chopsticks suddenly made a sword sound.
Buzz!
As soon as the flying needle came into contact with the chopsticks, Lin Ming suddenly felt a powerful force that was unmatched for a needle-shaped weapon.
His face changed slightly, and his wrists shook slightly. He no longer resisted the flying needle from the front, but released his force from the side, clamped the flying needle between two chopsticks, and twisted it quickly clockwise.
Snapped! Snapped!
The two chopsticks broke apart, but the flying needle also turned 180 degrees and flew back.
Lin Ming calmed his mind, and the word "Guan" appeared between his eyebrows, expanding the visual distance of his mind to the maximum.
Eighteen feet!
At this time, his mind reflected the hazy figure on the bamboo forest path.
The whole body is covered in a black robe, and the appearance cannot be seen clearly, but it can be vaguely distinguished that she has a slender figure and seems to have a graceful figure. It is 80% likely that she is a woman.
Lin Ming did not attack boldly because he could clearly sense that the other party's cultivation level was far superior to his.
Rushing out rashly is the same as committing suicide.
The voice of the man in black robe came erratically, "My skills are good, no wonder I can kill Mo Xuanji."
After a pause, the man in black robe appeared at the door of the courtyard, "I'm here just to get back a token."
Lin Ming's eyes were slightly cold, "Is it necessary to kill someone to get the token?"
The man in black robe sneered, "Weak people don't deserve to speak. You're okay, so I'll give you a chance."
As he said that, the man in black robes looked at the token in Lin Ming's hand.
"Now, I give you two choices, either join us or die."
