Lin Qianzai walked over quickly, looked at the man in front of him, and before he could speak, the man raised his arm that could still move, pointed to a bead on his chest, and nodded vigorously, Lin Qianzai took the bead, and before he could speak, he heard a movement above his head, threw out a wooden block, called out the method, and walked in.

He lay on a window by the pool, saw another rakshasa, touched the man for a while, as if he didn't find what he wanted, summoned a fire, smashed directly on the man, stared at him and turned to ashes, and then left.

Lin Qianzai was a little surprised, if this own person fails, he will kill him, isn't there less and less manpower?

He looked at the bead in his hand and tried the universal spell, and it turned out that he was able to open it.

Lin Qianzai reached out and touched the cabinet, he touched the fabric of his clothes, tried several drawers, and his face was full of black lines.

Lin Qianzai, who had no choice, could only hold the beads in his hand, looked around inside, and his eyes stayed on a desk.

He took out all the things on the desk, opened the top two letters first, read half of them, and then felt goosebumps all over his body, and quickly put the letters back in their places.

"I'm a good girl, Brother Song, you can really write anything in the letter?"

Lin Qianzai was excited, picked up the third letter, and after reading it, he packed the letter without saying a word and put it back.

The remaining two booklets were the man's ledger, and his income was not very large, and most of them were deducted from letting the enemy go.

The last booklet is a little different, it is a storage box folded and wrapped with bamboo chips, after Lin Qianzai opened the first layer, his fingers have not touched the second piece, he sensed a trace of aura, he smiled, avoided the trap above, picked open the bottom of the box, and poured out the booklet.

"The trap arranged in this way can only prevent the gentleman, not ......"

After Lin Qianzai succeeded, he said half a sentence to himself, but when he realized that something was wrong, he didn't make a sound.

There is very little information on the booklet, and more than a dozen pages are repeated, and he does not attack, Lin Qianzai took out his map, compared it with the place names on it, and scraped a few marks with his fingernails, after turning the last page, he looked at the traces on the map, and became more and more familiar, as if it was a picture, and this painting, he had seen it himself.

After thinking about it for a long time and not remembering it, Lin Qianzai packed up his things, put the beads back, hung them around his neck, and turned around and walked out of the room.

The stars twinkled, the moon was on a black cloth, a random outline, Lin Qianzai used the light of the short spear, looked down at the pebbles of his opponent's human form, picked them up one by one, found a wide area, piled them up, folded his hands and prayed a few words, and then left.

Walking along the stream to the east, the windless night made Lin Qianzai feel that the breath he inhaled was too damp and dull.

Out of the forest, his vision widened again, and Lin Qianzai remembered that he hadn't eaten.

The dog came out and sat obediently in front of Lin Qianzai, one person and one dog, staring at the wild vegetables on the carbon fire, swallowing saliva.

"There's a problem with the dog! Where did your pot go? Isn't that tasty?"

"Oh! I just remembered! My pot was found by that little cabbage! It is not a bear in the mountains, he is the apprentice of Ninety-Eight! Hey, why does Ninety-Eight want to give me a sword?"

Lin Qianzai patted his head, looked at the wild vegetables that had been ready, pinched out some ground powder from the small bottle placed next to him, and sprinkled it out, then exclaimed.

"Ah, who is Ninety-Eight? Who is the little cabbage? What sword? The dog asked you when you lost the pot?"

The dog looked confused, it didn't understand what Master Lin was talking about, so he asked more.

Lin Qianzai licked the powder on his hand, chirped his lips, gave the dog some wild vegetable skewers, extinguished the carbon fire, and muttered while recalling some things while eating the wild vegetables without oil and water.

"Nothing!

After eating, Lin Qianzai and the dog looked into the distance together, and Lin Qianzai suddenly asked.

"In a year or two, you can only come out once in a long time, and what are you doing in my orb in those days?"

The dog wagged his tail for a while, looked at Lin Qianzai and lowered his head and asked.

"What are you asking for? The dog is you off??"

"I want to ask you, what the hell are you doing?"

Lin Qianzai reached out and touched the dog's head, and said carefully.

"Wait for you to call me, when you can't wait, continue to repair the flying boat, it's quite fulfilling!"

The dog snorted, wagged his tail and said.

Lin Qianzai sighed and stroked the dog's head.

"That's it!

"What's so polite about this, in its position, to do it, I used to be a caretaker, and now I am accompanying the future of the forest master, step by step to climb that mountain, it's good! Okay, okay, don't think too much, focus on one thing, it's done! Trouble open the orb, the dog wants to go back to sleep!"

Lin Qianzai asked the dog to go back, sat on the ground alone, and waited for the arrival of the morning glow.

............

In the pouring rain, in a thatched hut in the bamboo forest, Ninety-Eight was about to eat when there was a neighing of horses outside the door, and the noisy bell that followed it.

Ninety-eight cheeks puffed up, put down the dishes and chopsticks, and walked to the ticket, a drenched herald knelt in front of the door, raised his hands and scrolled.

"Sacrificial Alliance Order, Ninety-Eight Old Immortal Master, Caring for the People of Dawn, Broad-minded, Lift the Standby, Let It Go!"

Ninety-eight eyes lit up, he pinched his hands, waved his big hand, the pouring rain was blocked by an enchantment, he held the scroll, the soldier's armor lined with clothes, instantly dry, and a little streamer, watching around him.

"Got it! This spell is enough for you to go home!

"Thank you, Old Immortal Master!"

The soldier immediately fell to his knees on one knee and saluted, and rode into the heavy rain, and when he saw the rain approaching him, he detoured away, his eyes full of excitement.

Ninety-eight returned to the house, blew on the oil lamp on the table, the oil lamp spontaneously combusted without fire, he opened the scroll and opened it to take a look, snorted coldly, took the scroll, and after eating the meal, patted his stomach and said to himself.

"Bo Yinguo, where the fart is bigger, you can't beat it! It's better to be like the above, there are a large number of Rakshasa soldiers! Otherwise, the old man can't catch half a sword, wouldn't he bully the small with the big?"

............

The sun was born, Lin Qianzai yawned, he just wanted to stand up and taste a product, the purple smoke flying from afar, there was a roar behind him, Lin Qianzai looked back, a familiar coercion came over, and his mouth opened The boss, because that person is ninety-eight.

Lin Qianzai watched the old man take all the purple qi and continue to move forward, then he stomped his feet and said.

"What's the situation? Isn't he in the Tang Kingdom? Why did he come from the west? Didn't stay at all? Waited with me in vain? No! I had to ask clearly! I couldn't be so confused!"

Lin Qianzai summoned the horses and galloped on the ground, Lin Qianzai watched Ninety-Eight dissipate his aura in the distance and disappear from vision, only then did he dare to urge his mental power and speed up.

There was an annoying mountain in front of him, Lin Qianzai could only get off his horse and gallop wildly, just arrived halfway up the mountain, the mountain shook violently, and a sword qi flew out only a palm away from Lin Qianzai's bun, Lin Qianzai didn't even have a chance to scold, so he hurriedly ran for his life.

The mountain was cut off, and Lin Qianzai was in the crack of the stone, tossing back and forth with magic, and then he saw the light and the city that had evaporated half in the distance.

"Huh, this is the so-called warlock demeanor with the title of Immortal Master?

Lin Qianzai's two eyes were starry, and the sword of this power couldn't help but make people boil with aura.

Ninety-eight collected the sword, and the Rakshasa soldiers who were directly cut to the ground by their own sword could not stop their wails for a long time.

Lin Qianzai lay on the side of the neatly cut Banla Mountain, scratched his legs with the instep of his feet, and wanted to see how Ninety-Eight ended, Boyin Country Gate, the heavy wooden door that still had half of the left, was pulled open, and a six-foot-tall Rakshasa general who hung two feet tall walked out slowly, Ninety-eight rubbed his hands, it seems that Boyin Country still has a pillar, and Lin Qianzai tilted his head to see that the person was a little familiar, it was the Rakshasa who killed and competed with himself.

"Are there so many idlers in the Tang Kingdom? old man, don't you talk about it!"

The rakshasa general, holding the sword at his waist, spoke.

Ninety-eight heard that she was still a woman, and immediately made a difficulty, he didn't beat a woman, no wonder she would be so unscrupulous.

Lin Qianzai glanced at it, Ninety-Eight was not angry, and the woman opposite did not respect the old man at all, and immediately understood that maybe Ninety-Eight, the old man, was the same as Fengjun said before, never touched the woman, even if he contradicted himself, he could only avoid it.

Lin Qianzai turned over the mountain, touched his wrist, the golden armor was worn on his body, turned into a golden light, and when he arrived at the side of Ninety-eight, he pinched his throat and said.

"The old man is principled, and the younger generation is very interested in teaching the open-mouthed. ”

Ninety-eight smelled the smell on this person's body, decisively turned around to block Lin Qianzai, pointed at his nose and whispered.

"No matter how you pretend, the old man can recognize the smell on your body, and the old man remembers that you don't hit women?"

"It used to be before, and now I can't change it?"

Lin Qianzai continued to say in a suppressed voice.

Ninety-eight listened, Lin Qianzai's tone clearly knew something, and he was not in Tibet, grabbed Lin Qianzai's armor, gritted his teeth and lowered his voice.

"You stinky boy, after you get it, dare to move Mei Li's finger, and the old man will kill you!"

"Then I don't dare! You better think about it, who arranged the job for you! I remember that your gang doesn't seem to touch women!"

Lin Qianzai patted Ninety-Eight's rough big hand and said softly.

"This old man knows that he can do it for himself, and he can't be saved if he dies!"

Ninety-eight nodded, still looking at Lin Qianzai and getting angry, staring at him After saying cruel words, he walked a few steps around Lin Qianzai, and sat cross-legged on the ground to watch the battle.

Lin Qianzai grinded his fists, summoned a spear, pointed at the woman who had the intention of retreating, and said deliberately.

"I, Song Rong, are back again!"