In those years, the cultivators we cut together

the next day, early morning

"drive!"

In a slightly desolate street, Lin Xiaolu was galloping along on a black steed.

Since leaving Datang last night, Lin Xiaolu has been galloping along the map Ye Qingluan drew for him, running all night, and then bought this black steed at a market this morning.

"Mazi, your speed is not good, you are not as fast as me."

Lin Xiaolu patted the horse's head while disgustingly said:

"Now there are wars everywhere in Shenzhou. The task is urgent, and I can't fly, and I'm tired if I run at full speed all the time. Let's do this. From now on, you will run at full speed on your back during the day, and I will run at full speed on your back at night. Neither of us will fly." Tired of who."

The young man chatted with the horse all the way, moving forward at a fast speed, and not long after, he saw a stall selling breakfast in the distance.

His eyes lit up, and without getting off his horse, he threw the Youzhou Great Lock directly.

In the street, a long and narrow black iron chain fluttered, instantly swept away a drawer of steamed buns from the morning stall, and then Lin Xiaolu snapped off a corner of the gold ingot and threw it on the stall, then walked away with the hot steamed stuffed buns in his arms.

In the next few days, Lin Xiaolu didn't sleep any more, and walked forward day and night, riding fast during the day, and galloping with the horse on his back at night.

The speed of the horse is indeed not as fast as him. It can only run more than 350 miles a day during the day, but Lin Xiaolu is still nearly three times faster than him when he carries it on his back and uses light work at night. It can reach more than 1000 miles a night. In this way, after riding wildly day and night, Lin Xiaolu finally arrived in Sichuan on the fifth day, and came to a city called Weicang City.

It is rumored that Dongying's Xiuye ​​Zongchun caused chaos and led hundreds of Dongying monks to massacre the second-rate sects in Shenzhou. One of the countries with the worst Japanese disasters, I heard that half of the country has been captured.

At this moment, the gate of Chuanguo Weicang City was closed tightly, and troops were stationed on the city wall. After Lin Xiaolu came to the city on horseback, soldiers immediately shouted to him on the city wall:

"The visitor stops and retreats quickly, or bows and arrows will serve you!"

Lin Xiaolu was stunned for a moment, then he rode away obediently without saying anything.

He had thought about it, what he was going to be an assassin, he needed to learn how to hide himself, it was better not to reveal his identity to the mortals in Shenzhou, he was going to sneak in for a while.

Under the watchful eyes of the soldiers, Lin Xiaolu left the city obediently, came to a deep mountain and old forest, and untied the shackles from the horse.

"Mazi, thank you for walking with me these few days. Be careful in the future, don't be caught and taken for a ride. If you really can't do it, you can go to Emei. It's good to practice hard and become a spirit beast. I cover it, the emperor penguins will call you daddy when they see you."

After saying farewell, Lin Xiaolu patted the horse's butt, the horse walked a few steps, and turned to look at him.

Lin Xiaolu laughed and waved at him:

"I'm going to kill someone, goodbye, Ma Zi."

Hearing the sound, the steed nodded humanely, turned and left.

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That afternoon

Sichuan, a certain city

In an iron shop, a strong man was beating iron tools hard.

The strong man's body is full of strong muscles, and he has thick eyebrows and big eyes, his eyes are full of concentration on blacksmithing.Perhaps because of being close to the stove, he was sweating profusely at this moment, but the sweat still couldn't stop him from beating the iron tools.

"Master, there's a priest outside who wants to buy a knife." Just as he was typing, an apprentice from the iron shop suddenly ran in and said.

"Understood." The burly man replied dully, stopped, wiped the oil on his hands with his apron, and then walked outside to the reception room, where he saw a young Taoist priest about fifteen or sixteen years old.

He looked the Taoist priest up and down, and asked in a low voice: "The Taoist priest wants to buy a knife?"

The little Taoist nodded, and said with a cheap smile: "My own knife is too heavy, and it will trample the ground when I take it out. Anyway, this time I am going to kill some ordinary Japanese pirates, so I want to buy a mortal blade to cut people down."

Hearing these strange words, the brawny man froze for a moment, then looked carefully into Lin Xiaolu's eyes, then took out a long box from the iron shelf full of knives with a sullen head.

The apprentices at the side were shocked when they saw him take the long box.

This is the most proud work of the master.

"If it's for killing people, this Yanling Saber is more suitable." The brawny man opened the box, revealing the precious blade shining with cold light inside.

Lin Xiaolu glanced at the knife, then picked it up and fiddled with it a few times, nodding in satisfaction.

"Uncle, your knife is not bad." He took out an ingot of gold while talking, but the strong man shook his head and refused.

"If this knife is used to kill Shenzhou people, it will not be exchanged for a thousand dollars, but if it is used to kill Japanese pirates, then no money will be taken. The Taoist leader can come back at any time when it is worn out. I have nothing else here. The knife is enough."

Lin Xiaolu smiled, raised his hands and fisted at the strong man.

That night, the cold wind suddenly picked up. The young man, dressed in black and carrying a long knife, walked out of the inn where he was staying and headed straight for the city that suffered the most from the Japanese disaster.

The city named "Yanfeng" has now completely fallen. At this moment, the city is full of flames, there are countless cries, and the corpses of local people can be seen everywhere, just like hell.

And when Lin Xiaolu entered through the empty and blood-stained city gate, the first thing he saw was a few Japanese soldiers playing on the street with a Shenzhou soldier whose legs and hands had been cut off. Some even laughed and pissed on the soldiers' wounds and faces, wantonly mocking his bravery, dignity, and spirit of preferring death to surrender.

In the once prosperous city, now there are only flames, corpses, and uncooled blood.

The ferocious smiling faces of the Dongying people, the helpless and desperate eyes of the soldiers, all these, mixed with the hellish scene on earth, were deeply imprinted in the boy's black pupils.

Hearing the wild laughter of the Dongying people, he drew out the shining blade without hesitation, and then...

In the street, Lin Xiaolu, who was covered in blood, looked at the Shenzhou soldiers who were about to die, and then looked at the corpses that had been dismembered by him.

"Uncle, I have avenged you, you may rest in peace." He said silently, his eyes lowered.

Lying in a pool of blood, the soldier looked at him and opened his mouth, but his throat was blocked by plasma and he couldn't speak.

Lin Xiaolu understood what he meant, took a deep breath, tried not to cry, bent down, covered his eyes with one hand, and grabbed his throat with the other, while looking up at the black sky.

"Uncle, I will not save people, but we will meet again."

After finishing speaking, he sent this strong man on his way.

Afterwards, Lin Xiaolu chopped down a lot of people, and at an astonishing speed, he chopped down the Japanese Japanese pirates who were making trouble in the city. All the Dongying people who saw him didn't even have the chance to call for help, and they turned into dead souls after seeing him. .

In the end, Lin Xiaolu came to the Japanese pirate camp deep in the city.

This is a very luxurious restaurant, probably the largest restaurant in the city, but it has been occupied by Japanese pirates at the moment. When Lin Xiaolu came here, he could still hear wanton laughter and Dongying discourse.

That laughter was in stark contrast to the scene outside where the flames were soaring into the sky and the corpses were strewn across the field.

Now Lin Xiaolu was covered in blood, the scarlet blade was even covered with pieces of meat, and his face was also covered in blood.

But he didn't wipe it, he just closed his eyes and listened to the laughter in the restaurant, then walked in calmly and closed the door calmly.

Soon, the laughter inside stopped, replaced by all kinds of chaotic roars and curses, as well as jingling bells and clangs.

Gradually, the curses became less and screams began to appear one by one, the windows of the restaurant were splashed red with blood, and finally... "Bang!", a bloody human head smashed through the window and rolled all the way to the street central.

"Crack!" The door opened again, and the expressionless young man walked out of the restaurant like a pool of blood. When he left, he crushed the head with his foot.