When Ye Lin woke up, the sky outside was already dark, she propped up her somewhat sour body, and sat up from the bed in some confusion.

Before she fainted, something seemed to impact her mental power, taking away control of her body in an instant.

She got up and put on her rough clothes, cleaned herself up briefly, and went out to practice martial arts.

The kung fu of killing people is informal, and it is not necessary to be chic and clever with one move, but the knife technique must be fast, and before the target has time to react, he will defeat the enemy with one blow.

The white onion fingers wielded awkwardly with a sharp narrow blade, and she followed the routine in her mind, urging the long knife by the instinct of her body, and the steps under her feet were tactful and dexterous.

"How did I not know that your current knife skills are so clumsy?"

The flamboyant and arrogant voice sounded behind him, Ye Lin was stunned for a moment, and the white blade in his hand was picked apart by a sword as thin as a cicada's wings, and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Ye Lin came back to her senses, took a few steps back, shook her crumbling figure, and barely stood up, she raised her head, her faint thin eyebrows slightly raised.

The man not far away raised his wide sleeves, the plain moire on the blue satin sleeves looked bright and noble in the sun, and he neatly put his sword into the sheath, his cool lips were slightly raised, and his narrow eyes were filled with sarcastic coldness.

The person who came was Leng Qianxi, the second brother of the original owner, the arrogant son who took pleasure in oppressing her.

Ye Lin just glanced at him, then bent down to pick up the long knife that was on the ground, and turned to leave.

A boy like this, it's boring to take care of him.

Leng Qianxi's dark eyes were gloomy, probably because she didn't expect this sister, who had always been submissive, to suddenly become indifferent.

"Yuxi, I didn't expect your knife skills to be so clumsy, but your temper is very strong."

The cold voice sounded lazily, Leng Qianxi's figure flashed, and she flew behind Ye Lin, her cold hand pinching her soft chin from behind.

Ye Lin felt a pang in his heart, this Leng Qianxi's body was so terrifying, he wanted to keep her, it was easy at all.

Knowing that she couldn't escape his slender and slender hand, which was actually extremely powerful, Ye Lin gave up resistance, she lowered her head and said, "What do you want?" ”

Seeing that she was no longer struggling, Leng Qianxi let go of her, took a few steps back, as if touching something dirty, took out a plain white silk silk and wiped his hands, he said in disgust: "I heard the day before yesterday that my father arranged for you to go to the Tibetan Machine Pavilion on an errand, so I came to see you." But with your clumsy swordsmanship, I really doubt my father's eyes. ”

Looking coldly at the indifferent look in Ye Lin's beautiful black eyes, Leng Qianxi's heart suddenly swelled with an indescribable rage. With that, he raised the thin whip hidden in his sleeve and pulled it towards Ye Lin's thin cheek, leaving a thin streak of blood, which further accentuated the paleness of her face.

Ye Lin tilted his head, covered his cheeks that were gushing with warm blood, turned his eyes to Leng Qianxi's direction, and said lightly: "The maid is now serving the owner of the village, and he is still in a hurry to study the knife technique." If the second son of Leng is here to beat me to vent his anger, then please do it, the humble body of the servant is not to be stingy. As he spoke, he stood straight in front of Leng Qianxi, motionless, letting the blood beads that slipped from his face fall on the crushed petals on the ground.

Leng Qianxi snorted coldly, twisted the whip body, waved his hand and hit Ye Lin's thin black clothes again, his hand was heavier than just now, and his thin lips were lightly opened: "This whip is to teach you not to forget jì, you are not the young lady of Qingyun Villa, but the slave of the Leng family, you are so presumptuous in front of me, you are not worthy!" After saying that, he didn't even seem to want to look at her, and turned to leave.

When he walked away, Ye Lin relaxed her tense body, she snorted, and softly covered the blood that had been drawn out of her shoulder blades.

This Leng Qianxi's hand is really heavy, although it looks like it is just a flesh wound, but it has damaged the texture inside, and it will probably take a while.

Back in that humble room, Ye Lin took care of his wound with difficulty with the gold sore medicine prepared in the room, while thinking.

Since she fainted yesterday, she felt that there seemed to be something different, when Leng Qianxi was still there just now, she actually had a feeling that she couldn't stay out of the matter, as if the original owner had experienced it in her previous life, she had experienced it in the dark, and the resentment against Leng Qianxi and the inexplicable feelings of the Leng family in her heart were a little difficult to restrain herself, so she had to work hard to resist Leng Qianxi's bullying.

The wounds on his shoulders and face were still aching, and Ye Lin could only rest in bed for a few days before continuing to practice.

The Tibetan Machine Pavilion is a well-known killer organization on the rivers and lakes, but few people know that this is a killing machine that belongs to the owner of Qingyun Villa, and the killers of the Tibetan Machine Pavilion are strictly hierarchical, black-clothed, green-clothed, red-clothed, and purple-clothed, each class represents a different level of killers, black-clothed is the lowest group, and the execution is the lowest and simplest killing task, and a certain number of target tasks must be killed to advance, and the difficulty of Tsing Yi's task will be higher than that of black, and above Tsing Yi is red. Hongyi is the eight killers with superior martial arts after the highest killer Ziyi, and he can't wait to be idle.

Leng Yuxi had just been sent in by Leng Mujue at this time, and she did not receive any preferential treatment because she was Leng Mujue's heir, but faced more rigorous training. In the past three months, under the training of her Tsing Yi master Hua Yan, Meixi's knife skills have been slightly smaller, but unfortunately after Ye Lin's soul entered this body, when he made the knife, only the instinct of the body remained.

Ye Lin didn't dare to slack off, once someone found out that his sword skills had regressed for no reason, he would definitely face the risk of being killed. As a result, she could only desperately practice the moves left by the real Leng Yuxi in her brain at night, until she returned to most of her previous level.

Although Ye Lin was not good at this before her death, she exchanged half of the seven emotions with a considerable amount of body essence to the shopkeeper in the soul affairs office, and it was effortless to practice the moves, and she only needed a few hours to achieve the Cheng dù that others could achieve, so she made rapid progress, and when Hua Yan came to check her progress, Ye Lin had already made rapid progress.

The twilight was slightly dark, Ye Lin put the knife into the sheath, rubbed her sore shoulder, and was about to go back to the room to rest, but met her master Hua Yan head-on.

Tsing Yi Hua Yan's face was covered with a mask made of dark iron, and I heard that he had crossed the level to challenge the red clothes before, and the mission to assassinate the master of the Gentleman's Hall of Incense failed, and he destroyed his appearance before escaping from the ascension to heaven, and since then he has shown himself with a mask.