Anecdotes with facial paralyzed subordinates

Lin Jue sat in Wen Tiandong's room.Hearing the sound, the little bird woke up, screamed happily, and flew to Lin Jue's shoulder.

After Lin Jue teased the bird's beak with his fingers, he stared blankly at the door.His heart was depressed, his mind went blank, at this moment, he only wanted to see the door being pushed open and Yan Ke striding in.

He wanted to talk to Yan Ke.Even if he couldn't tell him about the agreement with Zhao Xuehan, Lin Jue still wanted to hear Yan Ke's voice.He didn't know when Yan Ke brought this magic power, as if as long as he was by his side and talked to him, no matter what he talked about, he could feel at ease.

However, Yan Ke did not appear in the end.

After an unknown amount of time, a little boy pushed open the door and entered, and bowed respectfully to Lin Jue.

"The Mozun ordered you to go to Shihong Mountain alone to meet the head of the Yuancheng sect. He will arrive later." The boy was about eight or nine years old, with a loud voice and a leisurely manner of speaking.

Holding a scroll in both hands, he handed it to Lin Jue: "Please give this scroll to Head Feng, and say that Mr. Wen gave it to him."

Lin Jue took the scroll. "What about after that?" He asked the boy.

"Afterwards, the monks of the Yuancheng sect will imprison you. If there are no calligraphy and paintings on the walls of the room you are in, you need to ask the person who imprisoned you for paper and pens, draw a picture at will, and paste it on the wall. "

Lin Jue was confused when he heard this: "What if I don't have a pen and paper?"

Xiaotong smiled: "It's okay if you don't want it. Play by ear."

He untied the package on his back again, took out a sword from it, and handed it to Lin Jue.

"Give this sword to Your Excellency for self-defense," he said.

Lin Jue looked at the scabbard and found that it was Yan Ke's sword.He took the sword and hung it on his waist.

The blade is a bit long for Lin Jue, which is not very suitable.He held the hilt of the sword with his hand and asked the boy, "Why did Yan Ke give me his sword?"

He hesitated for a moment, but still asked, "Where did he go?"

The little boy shook his head. "I don't know." He said, but smiled again, that smile didn't match his age, it seemed much more mature.

"Mr. Yan is not too far away from your Excellency." The little boy said, "Please don't worry, Your Excellency."

Knowing that Yan Ke will be by her side, although she doesn't know what form it will take, Lin is determined to let go of it after all.He gently pulled the sword out of its sheath.The sword is still light blue all over, with light lines, as if carved from jade.

"If Your Excellency is ready, let's go." Xiaotong said softly.

Lin Jue nodded.The little boy waved his hand, and Lin Jue's feet were blown by the wind, and his body flew up.The little bird had been standing on Lin Jue's shoulder. Seeing this, he grabbed the clothes on his shoulder with his paws, and made two loud quacks.

"I'll go out for a while, I'll be right back, you wait for me here." Lin Jue took off the bird on his shoulder and put it on the table.

The little bird seemed to understand Lin Jue's words, and stopped singing, but tilted its head and stared at Lin Jue with black glasses.

Lin Jue smiled at it, and flew out the door.He crossed the high mountains and the wilderness, until he reached the mountainside of Shihong Mountain, and then slowly fell down.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, he heard commotion all around him.The monks of the Yuancheng sect seemed to have noticed his figure long ago, and when they saw him fall to the ground, they surrounded Lin Jue.

Jiang Xing called Lin Jue's name in the crowd, and tried to push people away with his hands and ran towards Lin Jue, but was stopped by Qiao Long.The serious and serious monk looked at Lin Jue without saying a word.

"He's back. He's not dead." The crowd whispered and formed a circle around Lin Jue.The few monks closest to him showed their weapons in a defensive posture.

Lin Jue looked around, spread his hands, cupped his fists at Qiao Long and said, "Master! This disciple knows his mistake! Please let this disciple meet the master."

Qiao Long frowned slightly. "You are not my disciple." He said, "I don't know who you are, and it is impossible for you to meet the master."

"Master, these words are inevitable..." Hearing Qiao Long's words, Jiang Xing couldn't help but want to defend Lin Jue, but unexpectedly, Qiao Long interrupted him again.

"He's not Lin Jue." Qiao Long said to Jiang Xing coldly, "I've told you many times."

"But..." Jiang Xing stared at Lin Jue, hesitated to speak, obviously still unwilling to accept the fact that Lin Jue was dead.Lin Jue gritted his teeth lightly, and decided not to care about Jiang Xing's expression.

"Master, it doesn't matter whether I am Lin Jue or not now." He said, "Please let me meet the master."

"No!" Qiao Long shouted, waving his hands to order several monks to come forward, and when he was about to tie up Lin Jue, a quiet and majestic voice came.

"Who wants to see me?"

The monk automatically gave way to a path.Yuan Cheng sent Head Feng to stand outside the crowd, looking at Lin Jue expressionlessly.

"You escaped from the sect with the help of the demon cultivator, and you came back suddenly today, and you claimed to see me. What's the matter?" He asked in a deep voice.

Lin Jue pinched the hem of his clothes secretly, then prostrated himself on the ground, and kowtowed towards Sect Master Feng.

"Master, this disciple violated the sect's rules and colluded with the demon cultivator, and is willing to be punished." He said, "But this disciple's departure this time is completely entrusted by Senior Brother Wen..."

"Shut up! Talking nonsense!" Qiao Long yelled sharply, "Wen Tiandong has done a lot of evil, and he has already been punished in Huaicheng. Where did you get entrusted by him!"

Head Feng raised his hand, stopped Qiao Long, and signaled Lin Jue to continue.

Lin Jue swallowed. "... I was entrusted by Mr. Wen, and I have something important to give to the head. I specially took the scroll from Mr. Wen and handed it to the head." After finishing speaking, he took out the scroll from behind and held it in front of the head with both hands.

Head Feng's expression moved slightly, and he immediately opened the scroll after receiving it.The contents of the scroll appeared to be a painting.After Master Feng opened it, it took a full cup of tea before he slowly put away the painting.

"Master," another monk next to him couldn't help but opened his mouth and said, "Wen Tiandong's natal lamp has been extinguished, where did Lin Jue get his entrustment? I think he is lying..."

"Yes, Wen Tiandong is dead. His body is still parked in Shihong Mountain." Headmaster Feng said softly, looking at Lin Jue with his eyes, "This has nothing to do with him."

"Where is he now?" Headmaster Feng fixed his gaze on Lin Jue's face.

Lin Jue looked into Master Feng's eyes, he seemed to see a slight look of anticipation in those eyes, he suddenly felt uncomfortable, he couldn't help but tighten his lips, and kept silent.

Head Feng sighed.

"Lock him up," he turned around, and said to Qiao Long, "interrogate him tomorrow morning."

Qiao Long stared at Head Feng for a while. "There's something wrong with the Ice Prison Talisman, I'm afraid it won't be able to hold him," he said.

"Then you decide on a place." Master Feng didn't seem to care, as soon as the words fell, he walked away, leaving only a group of monks looking at each other.

Qiao Long didn't say a word, and her face wasn't pretty either.He directly grabbed Lin Jue by the collar and dragged him to a remote small house by the cliff.The room was narrow and deserted, with nothing in it except a pair of handcuffs.

Qiao Long waved his arm, and the anklets flew up, automatically locking Lin Jue.

"Stay well, don't think about running away." Qiao Long said coldly, before Lin Jue could open his mouth to ask him for a pen and paper, the door was slammed shut.

Lin Jue ran forward and knocked on the door, but no one responded.He yelled a few times, but when the sound hit the door, it seemed to bounce back, and the volume was multiplied several times, making Lin Jue's ears hurt.

There are no windows around the room, only a hole is opened in the roof, leaking a faint light.Lin Jue looked around and saw that the room was empty, so he sat heavily on the floor.

He didn't know what exactly Zhao Xuehan's plan was, and if he didn't get the pen and paper, how would it affect Zhao Xuehan's plan.

But he is so powerful, it shouldn't matter if I have some problems here.Lin Jue comforted himself.He looked up, looking at the dots of light on the roof, thinking about how to pass the time in this empty room.

He suddenly thought that Yan Ke had given himself a small stone, saying that everything about him and himself was recorded in this stone.Lin Jue touched his chest, the stone was still there.

He took out the stone and observed it by himself against the light.The stone is the size of a pomegranate seed and is bright red all over.Lin Jue now knows that this stone is the wisdom stone.

Since it is Huishi, it should be Yan Ke's memory.Thinking about it, Lin Jue gently rubbed the surface of the stone until it shone with his fingers.I just don't know how to see what's inside.

There was silence in the house, and suddenly there were a few noises from the roof.Something fell on the roof and covered the hole.

The room was instantly plunged into darkness, Lin Jue clicked his tongue lightly, and snapped his fingers with his left hand, tiny sparks emerged from his fingertips, illuminating the room.

The spark had no fuel to support it, so it went out after a few flashes.Lin Jue snapped his fingers again, but his hand was like a lighter that had run out of oil, and it couldn't be fired no matter what.He sighed, changed the Huishi to his left hand, and prepared to start the fire with the other hand.

However, as soon as the two fingers of the left hand touched the Huishi, the stone suddenly lit up.White light flashed, and a figure appeared faintly in the middle of the empty room.

Lin was determined to be overjoyed, he never thought that he could read the contents of this stone without practicing.He quickly squeezed the stone in his hand and looked at the image.

However, the content of the video confuses Lin Jue.

He saw modern houses, painted walls, a dilapidated street corner, and a few children aged seven or eight standing, looking at him with scrutiny.

"Hand it over!" one of the kids yelled.

No one spoke, and the child rolled his eyes. "Thief!" He yelled, and the children around him started to boo, "Hand it over!"

The person they confronted remained unresponsive.The child's eyes became more and more fierce, and he raised his small fist to hit him.

"not him!"

The crisp child's voice came from the stone.The angle of view of the video looks beyond the encirclement of children and looks towards the street.A small boy stood between the two rooms.

"It's not him." He repeated.

The boy was against the light, Lin Jue couldn't see his face clearly.Just as he was about to take a closer look, there was a creaking sound from the door.

Lin Jue hurriedly kicked the stone into his arms, and the effect disappeared immediately.The door opened, and a monk in white looked around and sneaked in.