A certain sword soul's infinite journey

Chapter 16
"Uncle Yoren said you won't harm me." Arya turned her head to look at Yoren, as if she was looking for help from the sidelines.

Meeting Arya's gaze, Yoren opened his mouth, but couldn't speak in the end—he couldn't understand this capricious fellow at all now.

"he?"

Lin Yi glanced at Youren, then lowered his head, looked at Arya and said seriously.

"He's a fool."

Arya: "..."

"It is better to ask the blessings of the gods than to count on the judgment of a fool."

"Bastard! Who do you call an idiot?"

Yoren yelled angrily.

"Don't understand? It's so pitiful..." Lin Yi glanced at him with pity, "Then let me explain, a person who can get drunk without warning in front of strangers is an idiot."

"I was..." Yoren was speechless.

He sighed, but still didn't explain.

In fact, Lin Yi also knew that Yoren didn't really trust him enough to pass out without warning.

He just felt that being drunk under such a good bottle of wine was more important than his life and death.

But it was impossible for Yoren to say such a thing in front of Arya, so the mute was to his fault.

"You're right, I should judge for myself, and anyway, you killed Joffrey, so I'm grateful to you."

Arya seemed to have figured something out, and let out a long breath.

"But I didn't kill Joffrey for your sake. It's my business, not yours."

"That gratitude is also my business, and has nothing to do with you."

Arya retorted, and then asked quickly before Lin Yi could finish speaking.

"So why did you kill Joffrey?"

Lin Yi smiled, this was the first time she jumped out of her rhythm and tried to take the initiative.

Although a little jerky, Lin Yi still cooperated with satisfaction.

"I just wanted to avenge a friend of mine. Now that the revenge is over, I'm going to start doing my own thing."

"What are you going to do?" Arya asked.

"I'm going to the Great Wall."

Lin Yi straightened up and looked to the north with deep eyes.

"Something in there that shouldn't have woken up."

"Is it a ghost?"

Arya asked curiously. Children always believe in myths and legends more than adults.

"Children will be hated if they ask so many questions." Lin Yi said.

But Arya didn't mind: "I have a brother there too."

"It's the illegitimate child."

"That's my brother too!"

Looking at Arya who was frowning, Lin Yi smiled.

"What a lovely kid."

He stretched out his hand.

"My name is Yi Lin, and I will be traveling with you in the next period of time."

"My name is Arya, Arya Stark."

She didn't stretch out her hand, but looked up at him seriously.

Lin Yi didn't care, and said with a smile: "Like you, I also hate Lannister, so don't worry about me harming you during the next journey. Not only that, I will also ensure the smooth progress of the team so that We can successfully reach the Great Wall of Impossibility.”

With that said, Lin Yi wanted to pat Arya on the head.

But this time Arya dodged it.

"Stay alert," she said.

"Okay." Lin Yi smiled, "Okay, go out, staying in the woods for too long will arouse suspicion."

Arya nodded, and staggered towards the outside of the woods.

"What do you want to do to her?" Yoren asked, frowning.

"Even a child has noticed it, don't you know?"

Lin Yi glanced at him.

The furrows on Yoren's brow deepened.

"It seems that you really don't understand... To be honest, I sometimes admire your luck. You have traveled the Seven Kingdoms for many years, and you are still alive and kicking."

"..."

Lin Yi turned his head to look at Youlun who was covered in black lines, and said with a smile.

"Don't worry, at least one thing is beyond doubt - if I want to harm you, you are already dead."

"So what exactly do you want to do?"

Lin Yi turned around with his hands behind his back, looked at Arya's crooked and thin back, and said softly.

"I just like this child very much and want to teach her how to learn swords."

……

……

At night, Lin Yi crossed his legs and closed his eyes, sitting on a stone by the river, ten meters away was the camp.

A slender wooden stick flipped the bonfire aimlessly, and there was a crackling sound as the flames jumped.

"Can't sleep?"

Yoren took the flagon and sat across from the campfire.

Arya looked up at him, then looked down again.

"Go to bed early, there is still a long way to go tomorrow..."

"Has he always sat and slept like this?" Arya asked suddenly.

Hearing this, You Lun glanced at Lin Yi over there.

"I don't know - he used to disappear every evening and come back at dawn."

"..." Arya looked up at him, "Do you know what Yi Chen means?"

Hearing these words, Yoren paused for a drink, then took it aside and looked at her in surprise.

"Didn't you already know?"

"I don't know." Arya shook her head.

"But he said you guessed it."

Arya's eyes lit up when she heard the words, hesitated for a moment, and nodded.

"I guessed a little bit, but I can't be sure... Like Yi said, we are not relatives."

Yoren realized that he had become a mouthpiece, he took a sip of his wine helplessly, and said.

"Okay, he said he likes you very much and wants to teach you how to sword... Do you want to learn?"

"Of course!" Arya showed joy, but then asked with some hesitation, "But isn't he a wizard?"

"He's a good swordsman..."

Yoren wanted to take a sip of wine, but before he could reach his lips, he caught Arya's suspicious look.

So Yoren added grumpily.

"This sentence comes from a night watchman brother... Although I may not be as smart as you, a noble daughter, but believe me, I have drunk more wine than you have eaten in your life..."

"Hey, I didn't doubt you." Arya was a little embarrassed.

"You told me before that you wanted to find him, and now you have got your wish, but you'd better just learn swords from him, and don't touch those things that even I find creepy."

"Is it a demon? Or a different ghost?" Arya asked calmly.

"It's best not to." Yoren shook his head, "The world of wizards is too far away from us, if I can, I don't want to step into it for the rest of my life."

"But I want revenge."

"Then learn swordsmanship. Believe me, that guy's swordsmanship is as high as I have ever seen in my life. This is a very rare opportunity. Grasp it, lucky boy."

Yoren picked up the flagon and said lazily.

"The lucky kid to watch his father be beheaded?"

Arya snorted coldly.

Yoren's hand froze.

"I'm sorry, child," Yoren said with a wry smile.

"It's okay," Arya shook her head, "I'm going to get used to this reality."

In order not to be easily captured by the enemy's words...

Yoren stared blankly at Arya's resolute little face.

Gods, she's only nine years old!

"Want to know why I wear black?" Yoren asked suddenly.

(End of this chapter)