a ruthless swordsman

152.

The doctor gave Lin Qing a few needles to keep him dreamless until dawn.

Xie Ling rested in my room last night, holding my arm and never letting go. If the bed in the inn was not big enough, I would have kicked him out of bed.

Until the cock crowed three times, Lin Qing who woke up from sleep also screamed.

With half of his tongue gone, the hissing sound in his throat was weird and terrifying, and full of anger, which woke up all the residents on the second floor of the inn.

I quickly put on my robe, put on my girdle and ran out the door.

The third brother woke up early, and rushed over when he heard the movement in the next room.I opened the door and went in, Xie Ling came after me, Lin Qing had asked the third senior brother to press the acupuncture points, and passed out again.

This is an age-old problem.

The people around him have done unrighteous actions, what should be the attitude towards him.

There are naturally countless people who killed relatives in righteousness, but Lin Qing and my three brothers and sisters are considered equals. He has his own master, and his father is the suzerain, so we have to bring him back to Jianzong to make a decision.

At this time, another big problem occurred.

——Who is going to hire.

153.

Unexpectedly, this job fell to the three of us in the end.

I looked at Xie Ling.

If you want to pull out a general from among the dwarves, you can just say something.

Xie Ling couldn't say the word "No", he turned around and took a pen and paper, and came up with the most original idea.

draw lots.

Just kidding, who am I, Chang Xuechu!

He is God's godson, although, I named him myself.

I closed my eyes and touched a ball of paper.

Unfolded and flattened, the ink was still wet, and a rough circle was drawn on the paper.

Third Senior Brother and Xie Ling don't need to look any further.

God took a nap and couldn't care about his godson for a while.

154.

The third senior brother felt a little inappropriate, put down the ball of paper, and said flatly: "Little junior brother, senior senior brother is not here, so I should take the responsibility, so don't worry about it."

Xie Ling's face turned green.

He swallowed his breath, and said calmly: "Brother Li is obsessed with swordsmanship and is not good at words. I'm afraid he can't do such a mundane thing, so leave it to me."

I:"?"

No, why don't you draw lots before brothers and sisters respect you?

The third senior brother was slightly stunned, I guess he must have the same thought in his heart.

Is there something wrong with Xie Ling's brain?

You resigned, I resigned, and this matter fell back to Xie Ling.

What is the picture this is!

155.

I saw the appearance of that Miss Yuner.

The five senses of martial arts practitioners are more sensitive than ordinary people. She thought she was hiding well, hiding behind the bead curtain, holding her breath and watching Xie Ling read out a long list of gifts, and did not wave her sleeves until the maid begged in a low voice. back to the room.

The gauze skirt on her body is made of light material, which is probably the style that is popular in Beijing nowadays, with pink face and peach cheeks, and affectionate eyes, she is indeed a beautiful woman.

It's not unusual for a senior brother to fall in love with such a noble girl at first sight.

Xie Ling spoke dryly, finally put down the dowry, and was about to leave when Mrs. Xu rushed over and chatted with us.

Mrs. Xu is not only the master of the Xu family, but also the elder brother's mother. With the blessing of dual identities, we can only stay for a meal without disrespect.

When they came, they dragged two carriages, and when they left, the servants of the Xu Mansion drove the carriages back to the inn.After the work was done, Xie Ling and I took some time off and wandered the streets of the capital.

It is indeed the land under the eyes of the emperor. The streets are full of dazzling shops, green eaves and green tiles, carved beams and painted buildings, and the sound of laughter and play is endless.

Xie Ling paid the money and squeezed out from the crowd holding the parchment paper bag. I took the parchment paper and spread it out, inside were neatly stacked pastries.

I twisted a piece and handed it to Xie Ling's mouth, holding the rest in my arms to eat.

He took a bite of my hand and asked vaguely: "Axue, have you seen that Miss Yun Er?"

"See you."

"Oh...then do you think that a girl with Miss Yuner's appearance is considered beautiful?"

This question was very abrupt.

Two men discuss the appearance of a girl's family, who is also their future teacher's wife.

Xie Ling also felt rude, and hastily added: "I don't mean anything else, I just ask you."

Of course I knew he meant no harm, but the sentence he added didn't help.

"It's pretty nice." I told the truth, and I was suddenly blessed. I remembered Mrs. Xu's indirect question during the dinner, and I looked at him and said, "Brother Ling, do you regret it and want to meet Miss Yun's cousin?"

Xie Ling became furious: "No! Don't talk nonsense! I don't like that!"

I followed his words and said, "Well, I know."

Xie Ling frowned, just as he was walking to the end of the alley, he stopped abruptly and put on a stern face, but his voice was not as solemn as his expression, on the contrary he stammered a bit.

"Axue, what kind of girl do you like?"

Oh wow.

That's what got me wrong.

The Ruthless Sword Sect is not a temple for monks, and there are not a few disciples who have already married.The unmarried disciples often get together to chat, and naturally they talk about their favorite girls.

I would occasionally sit on a tree branch and listen to their conversations, but I still couldn't empathize with the young Mu Ai's thoughts.

Disciple A rejoiced: "Bi'er will be sixteen next year, so you must come and drink the wedding wine with Bi'er."

Disciple B sighed: "Her family doesn't think that I have no father and no mother. If I don't make a name for myself in the world, her father will marry her off to someone else."

Disciple C was full of envy: "Brothers are so lucky, not to mention girls, I stay on the mountain all day, and I rarely see even a female rabbit."

Usually the direction of the topic will eventually flow to the same ending——

The essence of the Ruthless Sword Sect is not much different from that of the Monk Temple.

Me: You are right.

Before the eldest brother got married, the Ruthless Sword Sect was a well-known bachelor sect in the world.

I have even heard brothers betting on who among the suzerain's apprentices will get married first.

Not a single bet on the third senior brother.

This is the consensus of the disciples of the Ruthless Sword Sect.

Think farther.

My mother asked this question in her previous life, and the answer I gave was that I don't know, just let it happen.Once again, Xie Ling asked the same question, and my answer was still the same.

Xie Ling looked at me thoughtfully for a while, and we continued to walk towards the inn.

156.

After Lin Qing's incident, he originally planned to stay in the capital for a few more days, but now no one is in the mood to have fun.

Xie Ling went to Xu's mansion alone on the way, and finally confirmed the date of marriage with Mrs. Xu and the matchmaker.

I also left the inn that day to do something.

The third senior brother was worried about me, so he went out with me.

The last place name Min Jin mentioned was a temple.

The abbot had kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and when he heard that I was entrusted by Min Jin, he led the third senior brother and me to a meditation room in the temple.He smiled and pointed in the direction of the futon, bowed and exited the door.

There was a letter under the futon.

I opened the seal along the lacquer print and took out two thin sheets of paper inside.

Thinking about it, Min Jin was already physically and mentally exhausted when he wrote the pen, and the handwriting that fell on the paper was scribbled, exhausting his last strength.

"Guardian Ning, my life is not long. Maybe when you get this letter, I have already died in your hands. But it doesn't matter. Xiao Ruo's parents are both dead, and no one in this world will remember me when I die. She, and no one will sweep and worship for her every Qingming Festival.

I ask you to work hard in the next few years, and remember to go to Cangzhou every year to visit Xiao Ruo's grave.What you want has been divided into several shares by me and handed over to different people. Every year on Qingming Festival, when you go to worship Xiao Ruo, you will get a share.

If you don't go, you will never get it. "

Holding these short lines of words, I was stunned for a long time.

Not only is Min Jin not stupid at all, in a sense, he is actually extremely smart.

I put away the letter paper and took out another thin paper.

The other piece of paper seemed to be a torn page from a book, with ragged corners, and anyone who said it was bitten by a dog would flatter it.

I looked at it for a long time, but I couldn't figure out what was written on the paper.I know every word, but it doesn't make sense when I put them together.

"Brother, what does the content on this paper mean?" I handed the page to the third senior brother.

The rain in early summer came irregularly, falling in a hurry, and wet the window lattice of the temple.

The third senior brother pinched the edge of the paper, read it carefully for a while, and spit out a sentence.

"It's a kind of... cultivation technique."