Chapter 56: The Lin Family
Niu Da said a little stiffly, "If there is a place where the three of us are needed, you are welcome." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"
Lin Yao smiled and nodded, "I don't know how to write politely." β
After chatting for a while, Lin Yao went to meditate and cultivate. In Cangzhou, the aura of the Cangzhou faction is far less rich than that of space.
After meditating all night, Lin Yao came out of the space, still dressed in men's clothes.
If you want to say where the news is the most well-informed, of course, it is the wine table. Lin Yao ordered a few side dishes, asked for a pot of spirit wine, and sat at the table by the window.
"Have you heard, the Misty Forest has not been peaceful recently, and there have been a lot of demon beasts attacking humans."
"No, we went to form a team yesterday and were attacked, but luckily we ran fast."
"The eldest young master of the Jin family heard that his fiancΓ©e died, and I heard that they haven't met yet."
"It seems to be from the Lin family, Shan Linggen is a genius, it's a pity."
"But I heard that the eldest young master of the Jin family's dantian has been repaired and can be cultivated."
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Lin Yao didn't expect to hear rumors about herself, she seemed to have heard about the marriage contract of the eldest young master of the Jin family.
Why is it rumored that he died?
Lin Yao was puzzled in his heart, and suddenly thought of Feng Qing Zhenjun, probably him.
"I heard that the Lin family has been having a hard time lately."
"What's wrong?"
"There is a genius Lin Fengwu in the Lin family, who provoked a female cultivator named Tao Duoduo, who was plotted against her, and the family was a little unbearable."
"Who is Peach Duoduo?"
"I don't know, I haven't heard of it, I heard that the female cultivator is as beautiful as a flower, and there are many flower messengers around her."
What bullshit flower messengers, it's just faces.
"It seems that there are some skills, the Lin family is so sad this time, I don't know if they can escape it."
"Cut, you don't know yet, the juniors of the Lin family have been sent away."
"Send away?"
"That's right, I heard that the disciples of the Qi cultivation period were sent to Yancheng."
"You know all this?"
"I was hired to escort them."
"Oh......"
Lin Yao saw that the things on the table were almost finished, so he stopped listening, looked at the face of the male monk, secretly remembered it, and imprinted his divine sense on the corner of his clothes.
After paying the spirit stone, Lin Yao got up and walked out of the inn.
This time, Lin Yao had a new idea. That is the descendants of the Lin family who ruined it!
Although it was too cruel, thinking of what the Lin family had done to Lin Yao in his previous life, he no longer hesitated.
They were unkind, and Lin Zhou even directly sent someone to kill Lin Yao's parents, this kind of hatred cannot be forgotten.
Lin Yao no longer hesitated, and went to Fang Market to buy a few clothes, both men and women.
After putting it away, Lin Yao went to the Jin Family Medicine Pavilion. She didn't have any defensive magic weapons at all, except for the small shield given by Feng Qing, there were also a few broken magic weapons.
The small shield can't be taken out, so you can only buy a new one.
When he arrived at the Jin Family Medicine Pavilion, a small servant came to him, and Lin Yao indicated that he wanted to buy a defensive magic weapon.
The little guy introduced more than a dozen defensive magic weapons, and Lin Yao was dazzled, and some couldn't decide which one to take.
"How's this?" A pair of white jade hands like onions, holding a jade pendant.
Lin Yao turned his head and saw a man, his cold and arrogant eyes seemed to have no focus, his dark eyes were full of calm, and his black hair was scattered around his ears.
"This jade pendant can be inspired to form a protective cover, which belongs to the high-grade magic weapon." The man said to himself.
"Young Master." The little guy screamed and withdrew.
This person, could it be that waste young master Jinling? Oh, no, now that people can cultivate, look at it, they have all built a foundation.
Lin Yao looked at Jinling unscrupulously, and a smile curled up at the corner of her mouth, "Then I'll buy it." β
Jin Ling looked at Lin Yao, and had an indescribable feeling in his heart, he didn't know what was wrong just now, so he came over like this.
"Here you go." Jin Ling opened his hand and held a jade pendant in his hand.
When Lin Yao reached out to take the jade pendant, he couldn't help but touch his hand.
She took the jade pendant with a sneering face and went to pay the money to Jinling.
"This fellow Daoist ......" Jin Ling called out to Lin Yao, who was about to leave.
Lin Yao turned around and looked at him, "What's the matter?" "This person who almost became his husband, does he like men?
"What's your name?" Jin Ling suddenly wanted to know about this woman dressed as a man.
That's right, he found out at close range that Lin Yao didn't have an Adam's apple, although she blocked it with her clothes, but there was no way to avoid it at close range.
"Lin Jiaming." After speaking, Lin Yao left without looking back.
"Hehe, Kana?" Jin Ling couldn't laugh or cry, shook his head and turned back. He was confident that they would meet again.
Lin Yao returned to the inn, threw out the array plate and entered the space, without thinking about Jinling's affairs, and familiarized himself with the jade pendant.
Early the next morning, Lin Yao put on makeup, put on an ordinary face, and changed into another women's dress.
Remembering yesterday's incident at the inn, she relied on the divine imprint attached to the man's body to find the male cultivator.
At this time, he was heading to the Lin family, and Lin Yao couldn't help but feel a little emotional when he looked at the people in the Lin family's courtyard in a hurry.
She seemed to be surviving in the cracks, and the Lin family had no room to resist her parents at all.
It's ironic that the heroine can trip them up at will.
It didn't take long for a group of twenty people to come out, with five guards, and the remaining fifteen people were all Qi cultivation periods, and the oldest was no more than fifteen.
"What? Walk? I don't want to walk! β
Lin Yao looked at the arrogant little boy, she remembered that it was Lin Zhou's youngest son, Lin Zixiang, who was usually very domineering.
Lin Yao was bullied by him, look at which elite disciple this is?
A group of people are all descendants of people who flock to Linzhou, it seems that the real elites are not there, and the Lin family is really confused.
But it's okay, Lin Yao doesn't want to kill innocent people, these children are all masters who have fallen into the well, fearing that the world will not be chaotic.
Lin Yao followed them all the way, and Lin Zixiang kept playing the temper of the eldest young master, which upset the whole team.
When passing through a forest, Lin Yao let go of his divine sense and confirmed that there was no one else who put on the black cloak obtained from the Cangzhou City auction.
"Puff puff puff ......" Three corpses fell.
"What people!" The monk on the first floor of the foundation building who led the team looked behind him in horror.
A black-robed man was standing there.
Lin Zixiang was so frightened that he pulled past the people standing beside him, and shouted at the team leader, "Kill him!" β
The team leader glanced at him impatiently, looked at Lin Yao nervously, and let go of his senses.
Lin Yao snorted coldly and pressed his divine sense on him. The team leader suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and knelt on the ground with a pale face, "What do seniors have to do?" β
Lin Zixiang saw that the leader was invincible, and shouted at Lin Yao, "I am the son of the Lin family patriarch, you can't kill me, get out of here!" β
Lin Yao threw a fireball technique, and the world suddenly became quiet.
The team leader looked at the ashes on the ground and panicked.
Lin Yao frowned, suppressed his voice and said to the trembling leader, "Kill those juniors, and you can leave." β
The rest cried and cried, tears of fear.