Volume 2 Martial Arts Cultivation in the North Styx Mountain Chapter 12 The Case of Decapitation (2)

"Although your practice is not a spell, not a monk, but listening to you say this, you can really help us, as the so-called people who defend the world to eliminate demons are all the way, if you are willing to help us, it is not a good thing. The three of us brothers are not hypocritical and allow you to join us, you have no spells, you can help us get some exorcism and evil spirits, and you also have a chance to escape in case of danger. ”

"Leng Qingyun Zhi has really never tried to reach out since he practiced martial arts, although he only has the third and innate realms, but he doesn't know the depth of his ability, and it will be difficult to break through again in the future." "Now is an excellent opportunity for him to exercise, and the experience and combat effectiveness of martial artists are all about fighting on the battlefield all the way to cultivation.

While they were talking, the meal was ready. Leng Yao and Leng Qingyun also couldn't wait to enjoy the delicious meal.

"We're done, two boys! The room we opened is on the far side of the left side of the second floor, and you will come there to find us when you leave tomorrow." ”

"Okay, Leng Qingyun chewed on the food in his mouth, and his speech was slurred. ”

They quickly rubbed their swollen bellies and said with satisfaction, "Boss, we have eaten, are the rooms arranged for us ready?" Leng Yao asked. ”

"Two sons! The room has long been ready, and the fourth room is the third from the bottom on the left side of the second floor. ”

"Okay, the boss lady, thank you, and the two of them picked up their bags and walked to the second floor. Rest early Hurry up for a day, the boat and car are tiring all the way, rest more, knowing your uncle, Leng Yao came to the room and put down his bags. It was the most relaxing night he felt in the world. He felt that he was well fed and drunk, and that he could sleep freely. ”

Leng Yao hadn't sorted out his thoughts for a long time, and since he came to this world, the memories of the two of them made him feel a lot of pressure. Confusion of thoughts. Tonight, he had to think carefully about how he would go for the rest of his life.

Leng Yao opened the window, and the cool breeze at night blew in him. Leng Yao emptied himself, he looked at the deep and vast starry sky, and his eyes looked at it in surprise. After a while, he sighed lightly and said to himself:

Looking at the endless thoughts of the stars from afar,

Abruptly, the mountains and rivers are empty and messy.

How neighbors look forward to old friends,

How can I be homesick but have no reason. ”

It is true that Leng Yao came to this world, his desire to return to the modern era, his old love, but who can he love, his girlfriend may be married a year after he is sick, and his most respected orphanage director mother may no longer be alive, etc.

At this moment, Leng Yao felt alone, like a wisp of remnant soul abandoned by the whole world. It's just that he lives in someone else's shell, although Leng Yao came to this world, he experienced the taste of fatherly love and family affection. But it feels lonely, empty, and helpless...... This may not belong to one's own world, so deep in the soul there is this feeling of resistance. Leng Yao burst into tears inadvertently.

It's like a burst of embankment and flooding, and it's out of control. This is called the man who has tears and does not flick, but he has not reached the sad place.

Leng Yao felt that this world was wonderful, like a wonderful journey for himself. Thinking about the fact that people always have their own mission and the meaning of coming to the world, maybe he is happier when he comes to this world than when he comes to the real civilization! Every time he thinks of this, Leng Yao's heart is a little relieved and a little firmer.

He can also shine when he comes here, and when he becomes stronger, he may be able to return to Earth and return to the modern civilized world that he has been familiar with since childhood.

Leng Yao decided that he must not live up to this time God gave him a chance to survive, he is now equivalent to a person who has died once, and there is nothing that makes him more deeply appreciate the preciousness of life.

In short, he wants to rise in this world, and he wants to be the one at the top of the pyramid who is unique.

Leng Yao wiped the tears from his cheeks, he closed the window again, and went back to his bed and sat down. Pick up the pen, ink, paper, inkstone, four treasures of the study room, after studying the ink, he picked up the brush and began to concentrate on painting, he painted nothing else, he painted a sword in his heart, and accompanied him in the future to walk chivalrous and righteous, walking the sword of the world.

After a while, he drew a more interesting sword, the hilt is a dragon head, the sword body is wavy linear, but it is not curved, it looks smooth and streamlined, and the sword body is two fingers wide and three meters long.

After the painting was finished, Leng Yao picked it up and looked at it and said to himself: "What should I call you, you will share the fate with me in the future, and I am also a lonely person, so I will call you the Sunset Sword, and the lonely person can see the light again." Leng Yao lifted the brush and signed the three words Sunset Sword next to him. He took a deep blow in his mouth, and then laid it out on the table so that the ink could dry. ”

After Leng Yao did all this, he lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and fell asleep deeply, he felt that he was so at ease, so relaxed, so apologetic, this may be some kind of sustenance in his heart after venting his heart, so he was liberated from the depths of his soul, and he had no baggage, and he slept soundly.

As soon as the time passed, it was dawn, and as soon as the sky was released, people had already gotten up, and many people who practiced martial arts began to practice swordsmanship and boxing in the courtyard, while Leng Yao was still sleeping in the bed.

After Leng Qingyun finished playing a set of boxing techniques, he sweated, washed off his sweat with two basins of well water, changed into a set of clean clothes, and came to the door of Leng Yao's room to call Leng Yao. Leng Yao was groggy and was woken up by Leng Qingyun.

"Get up, Yao'er, it's already dawn, why do you still have something to do today, that's because you have something, I don't have anything." Uncle, I'll sleep for a while, his lazy worm disease is committed again, Leng Qingyun shook his head and smiled bitterly and went downstairs. ”

Last night, the three Qishan Taoist priests had already dressed neatly and went downstairs. Today, I am going to continue my journey to the place where the beheading case was discovered to assist the detectives in solving the case.

Leng Yao's eyes were not used to the sunlight shining in the gap in the window, so he also got up, got dressed, washed up, and went downstairs. The men were already waiting impatiently and headed outside. Leng Qingyun threw Leng Yao two steamed buns and a pot of wine, and also walked outside.

He staggered after him and ran out. "Uncle Sixth is waiting for me, you can give me steamed buns and wine, I don't like steamed buns to drink! ”

Leng Qingyun glanced at Leng Yao and said, "I still want to eat mustard so late, it's good to have steamed buns to eat." The three heavenly masters are waiting for you, and they are impatient. Let's go. ”

After speaking, Leng Qingyun got into the carriage. "Alas, how can you two catch up with us in a carriage, we can't delay our journey day and night. Swap your two carriages for two horses and follow us. Leng Yao and Leng Qingyun reluctantly got out of the carriage, and after exchanging two horses with Yunxia Inn, they also followed the three Taoist priests with a whip. The robes of the five of them fluttered messily in the wind, and the sun shone on them, like a layer of gold, looking so heroic.