Qingye City, Zuiyun Residence, wine cellar.
Two or three candlelights flickered, barely illuminating the surroundings.
A white-haired man with a boyish face stood still.
Ghost knelt on the ground, lowered his head, and explained in detail the story of his battle with Lin Ming.
Suddenly, the white-haired man stretched out his bone-dry palm and pressed it gently.
A dark claw appeared out of thin air, covering the ghost's heavenly spirit cover.
A hoarse and unpleasant voice sounded:
"He is only in the spiritual realm, but you are a master of physical training. However, you can't take his sword?"
Ghost opened his mouth, wanting to refute.
But when he thought of the terror of his master and the tragic deaths of the seventeen senior brothers and sisters before him, he immediately stopped himself.
His throat moved slightly, and he forced himself to calm down, then said, "The information is wrong. There is a strange beast that can control water next to him."
"Want to use this as an excuse?" the white-haired man said coldly.
Ghost's neck trembled, and he shook his head hurriedly, "I don't dare, master knows everything, disciple..."
"Shh!" The white-haired man stretched out his other hand, which was like white jade, and pressed his fingers on the ghost's right shoulder.
The ghost kept silent, waiting for the coming judgment.
However, the cracks from the sword mark on his right arm quickly recovered and remained intact within just a few seconds.
Master helped me heal my wounds... There was a hint of surprise in Ghost's eyes.
The white-haired man retracted his white jade palm, then extended his dry, bone-like palm and waved it in front of the ghost.
"It doesn't matter. If you practice my skills, sooner or later your left arm will become like this. You are just using it up early."
After saying that, the white-haired man took out a strange limb——
The whole body is gray and black, like gold or stone, but the surface of its limbs squirms from time to time, looking full of evil.
The ghost is not afraid of the rejoicing, "Master, this, this is the limb of the dark ghost? Are you going to give it to me?"
The white-haired man's eyes were indifferent, "Yes, but there is a price."
Ghost nodded, "The price is fine, I know the rules. If you want to learn from Master, you must exchange for equal value."
The corners of the white-haired man's mouth turned up slightly.
Suddenly, a ray of sword light shot up, and before the ghost could react, it cut directly into his lower body.
"ah!!!"
The ghost howled unbearably.
At this time, a knife was stuffed into his mouth, and the white-haired man's eyes were cold, "Similarly faced with the possibility of lower body injury, he can fight back, but you can't, so this is your weakness. It's better now. My teacher will help you completely eliminate your weaknesses."
After speaking, the white-haired man drew back his sword and stretched out his white jade-like palm to hold the ghost's shoulder.
The blood on his crotch gradually subsided, and the scar on the secret area disappeared instantly.
The white-haired man said leisurely: "Now, you are qualified to change into the dark ghost limb."
The ghost lowered his head, his red eyes full of anger and hatred.
"Does it hurt? Do you hate it?" The white-haired man grinned, "That's right. Incompetence is your biggest fault. Now that you can't kill me, then you have only one choice, kill Lin Ming."
Ghost nodded, his voice became a little sharper, "Disciple understands."
Aoba Castle Inn.
Passers-by came and went on the street outside the door, and it was peaceful.
Suddenly, a shout came from the door of the inn: "What? I was attacked by a killer, the carriage was damaged, and you still have to accompany me? And you have to pay 50 gold coins as compensation. You are robbing me!"
Passers-by stopped one after another, looked inside, and saw the handsome young man arguing with the innkeeper.
The young master is none other than Lin Ming.
He said: "Can't we discuss it?"
The old shopkeeper had a beard that reached his chest. He held a cigarette rod in his hand. He took a sip of it, then shrugged and said:
"The rules of the inn are written in the laws of Ning Kingdom. If you mind, you can go to the capital to meet His Majesty in person, and maybe we can discuss it."
Lin Ming: ￣へ￣
I met a high-end gangster!
There are no curse words in the words, but it hurts people's balls.
He raised his eyebrows slightly, and then prepared to take out the gold coins.
At this time, a tall figure stood behind Lin Ming.
"Uncle Lin, my classmate has the same surname as you, just for convenience, let's forget it."
The voice sounded familiar. Lin Ming looked back and saw a big bald head.
flash!
Lin Ming opened his eyes wide and recognized who the person was.
He said: "Xiao Chuyang, why are you here?"
Xiao Chuyang touched his bald head and grinned: "Hey hey hey, why can't I be here? My father is the lord of Qingye City."
Lin Ming: "But shouldn't you be in the academy?"
Xiao Chuyang pointed to the ground, "Aren't you here too."
Lin Ming: "..."
At this time, the old shopkeeper glanced at him and said, "Xiaoyang, is this your friend?"
Lin Ming felt ashamed and cursed in his heart: "It seems that we can't be considered friends. Strictly speaking, I even hurt Brother Xiao's face in public."
Xiao Chuyang smiled freely and said, "Yes, I don't fight friends I don't know."
The old shopkeeper hummed, raised the cigarette rod, and knocked.
Judging from this attitude, it was most likely an acquiescence... Lin Ming raised his hands and was about to say thank you, when he heard the old shopkeeper say: "That's no need to discuss."
Xiao Chuyang's free and easy smile suddenly appeared on his face.
Lin Ming: convex
An unknown fire surged in his heart, and Lu Xueye's low voice came to his ears: "Brother Ming, can I beat this old guy?"
Under the reflection of his mind's eye, Lin Ming could clearly see the little white guy's claws clenching and opening.
Lin Ming shook his head slightly, signaling the little guy to calm down.
This matter is indeed unreasonable, but the compensation is a bit too much, and he can't bear it.
I came out with a total of 100 gold coins, but suddenly I was given 50 gold coins, and it was unfair.
Without continuing the conversation, he put down the gold coins, nodded to thank Xiao Chuyang, and then walked out of the inn.
Xiao Chuyang opened his mouth, wanting to persuade him to stay, but he was a little speechless for a moment.
The old shopkeeper glanced at Lin Ming's back and said, "What the hell, you can also take advantage of Ningguo's inn."
After saying that, he glanced at Xiao Chuyang and said seriously: "Xiao Yang, the rules are the rules. Let alone your friend, even if it is in front of you, I will not discuss it."
Xiao Chuyang smiled bitterly and stopped talking.
He knew that this old Uncle Lin had a stubborn temper, but he didn't expect him to be so stubborn.
At this time, the old shopkeeper asked again, "Xiaoyang, where is the classmate you mentioned that day? When can I invite him to help treat our old brothers?"
Xiao Chuyang was startled, then touched his head and said: "That's him, he can help all uncles heal their injuries."
"He's the one who's healing?" The old shopkeeper said disdainfully, "The handsome ones are the least suitable."
"But, he is the Lin Ming I told you. He is the chief who uses the divine script of the word 'heal' to heal the entire academy. You were still praising him back then."
"Gan!!!" the old shopkeeper shouted, "You didn't tell me earlier."
After saying this, the old shopkeeper rushed out in a hurry, followed by Xiao Chuyang.
The words were divided into two parts. At this moment, Lin Ming was walking down the long street. The bright sun in the sky became dazzling in his eyes, as if the 50 gold coins had disappeared.
Lu Xueye pushed his earlobe and said comfortingly: "Brother Ming, we don't go to Zuiyunju to eat delicious food. We just eat the sesame cakes on the roadside. You can smell them, they are also very delicious."
Lin Ming shook his head and stretched out his hand to scratch the little guy's chin, "Silly, it's not like I can't afford to eat. Let's go to Zuiyun Residence and have a good meal to relieve our worries."
The little white guy was tickled, dodging Lin Ming's fingers while giggling.
It jumped up to Lin Ming's head, raised his hands, and shouted softly: "Hey, long live Brother Ming, enjoy the food and drink!"
Lin Ming shook his head slightly and sighed in his heart: "The little guy is just a pistachio. He can really make people forget their unhappiness for a second."
Just as he turned the corner, two figures rushed from the side and stood in front of Lin Ming.
One is the old shopkeeper, and the other is Xiao Chuyang.
Before the old shopkeeper could catch his breath, he hurriedly bowed and said: "I would also like to invite you, Master Haihan. I am an old man who has too much eyesight to recognize Mount Tai."
