But as soon as his gaze fell on the door panel, he couldn't help but look surprised again......

Because at this moment, the door opened again, Lin Shan still sat in it like just now, his eyes swept straight out, stopped on Jiang Chao's body, and then moved to the wooden frame on the ground on the side, and suddenly sighed.

Jiang Chao, who had just slept well, woke up in shock, and seemed to be more energetic than before, looking at Lin Shan and sighing, he smiled slightly, and said: Lord Lin, my subordinates know that you will definitely find a way to send me away, you have a way, but your subordinates now want to use one thing to exchange your decision, so as not to toss everyone.

Lin Shan said calmly: I don't want anything from you, you go back and keep your life for me, it's enough.

He didn't give Jiang Chao the slightest chance to bargain.

Jiang Chao didn't give him a chance to refuse, and when he opened his mouth to refuse, he had already laboriously taken out something wrapped in thick oil paper from his arms. Shaking off the oil paper, he pinched a letter in the air, and then said loudly: Maybe Lord Lin himself has forgotten about it, and there is still a letter hidden in the bundles of books you burned.

Lin Shan's eyes calmly glanced at the letter, and said lightly: I wrote the letter myself, how could I not remember the content. The chips you're relying on now are worthless to me.

Jiang Chao smiled: No, this is not written by you, it was written to you by someone else, although the subordinates can only see the payment on the envelope, but seeing the beautiful strokes, it seems to be a beautiful Hongshu.

Although Jiang Chao was laughing, when he said this, in addition to putting a lot of thought into it, he was also sweating. When he said this, he couldn't move his mind anymore, and he was out of line.

Lin Shan's eyebrows moved.

Jiu Niang, who helped him sit firmly, also remembered a person and a few old things at this time, and her expression moved.

Burning books is my own business. Lin Shan's mouth slowly spoke. But the tone isn't very friendly, how can you possibly get what you have in there.

Another of your subordinates got it. Jiang Chao was slightly happy in his heart, it seemed that Lin Shan had already moved his thoughts, and I got it from him.

Lin Shan suddenly sneered: You don't want to die, and you don't want to be ashamed.

Jiang Chao laughed twice when he heard this, and muttered: His subordinates once thought about a similar question, which is the easiest way to let go of one's face or to give up one's life? Then I figured out what I thought I was talking about. If a person is not even afraid of death, is he afraid of losing face?

Lin Shan was silent for a moment, and suddenly said: I believe that the idea of survival is more precious than the idea of death. I need people around me who dare to survive.

As soon as he finished saying this, a gust of wind suddenly hit him outside the big tent, and although the military tent was strong enough, there was still a lot of wind that came in through a gap in the ground of the tent curtain and pounced in front of the forest cedar cart.

Imperial Doctor Wu's eyes are fast. The door closed with a bang, and the built-in door had a very good airtightness, and several people in the car were not even shocked by the wind.

Jiu Niang breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at Imperial Doctor Wu gratefully. Then he looked at Lin Shan and said: The wind is blowing, be careful.

Lin Shan hesitated: Jiang Chao is still outside, and his injuries are roughly the same as mine......

Imperial Doctor Wu thought about it and persuaded: Let's write a letter and say it. I don't dare open the door again.

Lin Shan shook his head, but it didn't seem to be denying Imperial Doctor Wu's suggestion, but denying his own mood, and then fell silent.

Imperial Physician Wu had a hesitant expression on his face, although he did not get a response from Lin Shan. He turned sideways and took out the pen and paper from the box. Lin Shan watched Imperial Doctor Wu set up his pen and ink, but he didn't do it for a long time.

I pondered for a long time. He suddenly sighed, as if he had decided something, and said slowly: Doctor Wu, please ghostwrite for me.

When Imperial Doctor Wu heard this, he hurriedly moved back the pen and paper placed in front of Lin Shan's knees. According to Lin Shan's dictation, after writing a note, Imperial Doctor Wu was about to turn around and deliver the note, when he suddenly heard Lin Shan say: I hope Liao Shi can arrive soon, the medicine in the car is almost enough.

Imperial Doctor Wu was stunned and asked: Do you want to write these as well, other book friends are reading:.

Need not. Lin Shansong eased his shoulders and leaned closer to Jiu Niang tiredly, but it was just my complaint.

Jiu Niang felt a wetness coming in from outside her clothes, and a bad premonition suddenly rose in her heart, and she trembled her hand around Lin Shan's back and stroked it gently, and when she withdrew her hand, she saw the pale red on her fingers, and she suddenly became short of breath.

The pale red liquid that came out of the wound on his back was not only the light silk clothes on his body just now, but also some of the tent that had passed through the outer hood at this time.

Lin Shan's body was very close to Jiu Niang at this time, and the wound on his back and the external wound were so strict that he didn't need to open his eyes to see, he could already clearly feel Jiu Niang's movements.

Lin Shan, who had already closed his eyes, felt Jiu Niang's breathing suddenly become undulating, and suddenly said softly: Jiu'er, the scald is like this, I don't believe you wait for Liao Shi to come back and ask yourself. If it's time to actually scab over, it's almost healed.

When Jiu Niang heard this, she only looked at Imperial Doctor Wu suspiciously, and saw that Imperial Doctor Wu nodded silently after hesitating slightly.

There are two kinds of scalds, water scalding and fire scalding, and the result of fire scalding is the most severe, but Wu Imperial Doctor is on an errand in the court, and he will hardly encounter such a murderous injury, and the actual treatment experience is not thick. However, when he remembered Liao Shi's shrunken image, somehow he felt a sense of confidence in his heart that this old man must have a good way to deal with all kinds of cruel injuries, including fire burns.

……

When the cavalry escorting Lin Shan, faced with the drastic weather changes of dark clouds and gusts of wind and rain, they had to stop their march and camp on time, and the heavy rain also poured down on the coast of the eastern suburbs of Kyoto, hundreds of miles away.

Heavy raindrops departed from the clouds, crashed against the soft sand, rolled up thin strands of quicksand, and then scattered and slid into the sea, making the water close to the shore dirty.

After Mo Ye picked up the hair band in the rain, he took the opportunity to pull his hair back and tie it casually. As soon as she turned to walk back, she saw the four people at the table drinking tea standing up and walking towards her.

But she just passed by them.

Returning to the iron basin with the charcoal fire, Mo Ye quickly roasted warm again. When I looked sideways, I saw that the black umbrellas of the four people were still standing next to the four table legs, but the four people had been gone for a long time and had not returned......

At first, the people sitting around the brazier thought that the people had drunk too much tea and needed to solve their personal problems. As the shopkeeper, he had to have at least a little consideration for the customer, but from the very beginning when these four people sat in the shop, they were vaguely strange, and the owner of the tea shop was vigilant, so he didn't remind them to use an umbrella.

Anyway, they gave the tea money from the beginning.

But I saw that they had not returned for a long time. A few people at the brazier couldn't help but talk. The conversation came and went, and finally returned to the level of the martial arts hall disciple, but he asked around. No one could tell which martial arts hall they were disciples of.

The owner of the tea shop still followed his original opinion, thinking that it might be a disciple from a newly opened martial arts hall.

There was a guy at the tea shop who couldn't help but say: They have been going for so long, it doesn't look like they will do that...... They don't need an umbrella, and they should be drenched enough by now.

Another tea shop guy hurriedly answered, and couldn't wait to say a conjecture that he had been wondering about several times: Could it be that there was some secret in their umbrella? Almost everyone's umbrellas are broken. Even the umbrellas in their hands are still intact.

They are warriors, who dares to touch what is in their hands? What's more, cloth umbrellas are not as easy to break as paper umbrellas. The owner of the tea shop looked at the guy who was about to move, and scolded, the customer's things, don't move around, remember this truth!

The owner of the tea shop wanted to say a few words. But considering that there were a few customers present, I put up with it.

……

The four killers walked to the side of a reef, and then they dodged over, good novel:.

They certainly weren't going to jump into the sea. A few Tula cows touched each other on the rocky rocks, and the four of them landed on a boat docked in a visual corner behind the reef.

The cats were in the canopy made of straw mats, and their bodies were only wet with the rain. As soon as they were seated, the bow of the boat covered his face with a hat, and the boatman, who seemed to be daydreaming in the rain, stood up at once.

The boatman shook the cloak he wore over his shoulders. Shake off a splash, but with the snap of the splash on the board. There was a faint crackling sound from the movement of his shoulder and elbow bones.

Then he lifted the wide-brimmed hat above his head, and with a bow, he held the bamboo pole leaning against the side of the ship, and when he lifted it all, the bamboo pole was almost two feet long, and he poked it under the sea, and the hull of the ship began to move slowly.

It is actually very dangerous for a small boat like this to sail in a sea climate where strong winds and heavy rains are very prone to waves. Even if you don't explore the underwater environment in the depths of the ocean, even if you spread out such a long coastline, no one can necessarily understand the underwater situation in every part of it.

But when the four killers got into the boat, they all had a calm look on their faces, and they didn't worry about this problem in the slightest. That's how they came, and they believe that the boatman at the bow of the boat, who made a bamboo pole two feet long, will take them back to the sect as smoothly as he came.

It was only because of the stability of the boatman's lower plate and the heavy strength of his arms that he could make the two-zhang bamboo pole as flexible as the two-foot short sword--he was the sword-folding uncle of the three young men.

However, although he has the honorific title of uncle, he is not as prestigious as Uncle Fu Jian, just because of his name of folding the sword.

In their sect, if anyone is tired of killing people after becoming an artist, he can pass the guò strict assessment and obtain the name of folding the sword. The one who breaks the sword will kill by himself, such a person is already worthless to the sect, and in the end he is abandoned by the sect.

Lacking the protection of the sect, the killers who are involved in the murder will encounter murderous opportunities everywhere in the rivers and lakes who want to squeeze them out.

However, this sword folding uncle happens to be an exception in the sect that allows zài, and only this one place indirectly makes his martial arts, in a certain way, may be higher than that of the sword master who has no less authority.

It's just that the sword in the hand of Uncle Folding Sword has been replaced with a bamboo pole, or when he carries out auxiliary tasks in the future, he will still hold sticks, stones and other things in his hands, but according to the rules of the sect, since he has taken the name of folding sword, he can no longer touch any iron tools in his hands.

Therefore, he gradually became the most dishonorable person in the sect, but he was more popular with the younger undebuted disciples. Except for the murder of people, Uncle Sword's martial arts are no worse than those of Uncle Sword, who is responsible for teaching and learning in the sect, and Uncle Sword-Folding is recognized as a good talker.

However, for Uncle Fu Jian, who was bent on cultivating a successful killer from the three disciples under his name, the broken sword was vaguely his enemy, and he didn't want his disciple to get too close to this man who had no murderous aura on his body.

Therefore. Although some of the three teenagers wanted to say hello to Uncle Folding Sword, after glancing at Master Fu Jian who was sitting at the same table, that kind of face suddenly made them all look at it slightly.

However, although they were silent, the folding sword on the bow of the boat took the initiative to speak, and said in a casual tone: How? Have fun today? Have you seen anything interesting that would make me happy to say it?

I was about to tell you. Although Fu Jian, who was sitting solemnly and upright in the boat, said this, but in his tone, there was no trace of a light-hearted joke, and after you sent us here early in the morning, you didn't berth too far. Why did it take so long for you to reply after I gave you the signal to pick us up?

Folding Sword smiled faintly and replied: The weather has changed. There will be an impact.

Isn't it because you're snooze on the bow of the boat? Fu Jian immediately asked again, this time he not only spoke in a cold and hard tone, but also coerced a little bit of questioning.

Well, I can't hide it from you, it's me who overslept, and other book friends are reading :. I apologize to you. After finishing this series of words at a somewhat fast pace, he didn't wait for Fu Jian to buy his account, and suddenly changed the topic again, but the speed of speech slowed down: Huh? You don't seem to have brought any umbrellas with you?

A teenager couldn't help but want to explain, but was pressed down by a gesture from Fu Jian's palm, and then he explained himself: The umbrella was deliberately left by me. It was left to a few interesting people I met on the shore.

The folding sword that pushed the boat with the pestle rod in the bow sighed when he heard this, not because he regretted that he didn't catch the handle of the sword that Fu Jian made a mistake, but as if he was sighing in advance for a few people who were about to die: Phew...... Someone who makes you feel interesting. Soon it'll be four, because you'll only be interested in what to kill and how to do it.

Thank you for the review, it's fair and I like it. Fu Jian spoke in a cold tone, and soon the conversation changed sharply: But I'm only good at attacking. I won't sit still, it's better than you!

The three teenagers in the audience knew what their master was satirizing about folding the sword. Presumably, the sword also understands in his heart.

The rules of the sect have long been familiar to them. Uncle Folding Sword is still a young man with full body, and when he gets older, he will always be replaced by a successor who is striving for this idle name. And being stabbed to death by someone in his own sect is the most despicable way to die in the sect.

Uncle Ke Folding Sword seems to be living in a drowsy every day at present, and if he continues like this, when he reaches a certain age, his martial arts will degenerate very quickly.

However, at this time, the folding sword seemed to have missed the words that Fu Jian said, and his perspective only stayed on the insincere gratitude in front of him, and said with a smile: You have a strong self-confidence in the great cause of assassination, and I am not the only one in the faction who thinks so, I am afraid that I will not have a chance to catch up with you, but I suddenly want to know, how are you going to use your umbrella to kill?

Exempt. Uncle Fu Jian smiled indifferently, a person who can only eat cooked meat, if he sees clearly how a butcher shaves a live pig and serves it to his table, then he is likely to lose his appetite.

Folding Sword was silent for a moment when he heard this, and then he laughed twice with unknown sadness and joy, and his tone became calm: Fu Jian, people are not animals, and the faction will only send people to act when they receive the 'red list'. The murder sect also has to abide by the rules of a certain range.

I know, thank you for your advice. Fu Jian's voice sank, and he didn't intend to continue the conversation with Broken Sword, the murderous aura he kept in his chest did not allow anyone to try to defuse it for any reason.

Folding Sword didn't say anything more, and seemed to finally get serious about the work of holding the boat in his hands.

The ship suddenly became extremely quiet. In the cabin where there were many people present, but no one spoke, this quiet atmosphere could not be called absolute, but it penetrated into the souls of several people present.

Several teenagers knew their master's style of acting with Fu Jian, but when they thought of the girls that the master was going to deal with this time, they couldn't help but have doubts and hesitations in their hearts.

None of them have really killed human lives, even if they have the killing intent cultivated by the sect environment, but the killing intent that is almost like a tiger on paper will eventually need to wait until one day, with the warm blood of others, to reach the extreme.

At this time, they still have some worldly concepts of right and wrong in their hearts, after all, they have to obey the management of the sect, and they still need to learn some conventional etiquette rules.

With this concept in their hearts, they thought back to the girls they had just met, and they only felt that at their age, it seemed that they would not do anything evil that would make others want to spend money and kill them, and the sect would receive a red list that recorded their information?

And their physical appearance is not so attractive...... How could Uncle Fu Jian move his killing intent on them?

After pondering for a moment, several teenagers exchanged glances, and finally Xiao Sun, a young man who had always taken the lead in speaking, spoke, and asked Fu Jian calmly: Uncle Fu Jian...... Is it because they see who we are?

This question was also asked by Xiao Sun when he was on the observation deck before, but he was the only one who thought so at that time, and at this time, he asked this sentence again, but he had already been recognized and supported by the other two teenagers.