Chapter 2 The Rebel Son Who Left Home
Lin also suddenly found that he was still too naΓ―ve, and his father seemed to be determined to throw himself out of the island, but no matter what, he still had to struggle again.
"Father...... Although according to the rules of the island, the master of the young pavilion is guilty of the same crime as the islanders, but as the saying goes, you can't punish the doctor, and the child is a first-time offender..."Lin Ye didn't finish his words, only to hear a miserable shout suddenly from behind.
"Your Excellency! You're going to call the shots for the little ones! Lin Ye turned his head to look, and saw his personal servant Lin Beizheng crying, kneeling behind him and howling, as if he had been raped by someone.
"What's wrong with you?" Lin Mu's majestic voice came from the hall.
Lin Bei knelt on the ground and kowtowed and made a fuss, "Last night, the young pavilion master said that he was bored and wanted the little one to drink with him, but who knows, the young pavilion master poured wine vigorously, and the small one was not easy to refuse, and in the end, he actually ...... was actually ...... by him" said the sad place, Lin Bei hugged his arms, cried and pointed at Lin Ye and said, the miserable appearance coupled with the snot and tears on his face, it was really sad for those who heard it, and those who saw it shed tears.
"Lin Bei, when did I ask you for a drink??" Lin was so angry that he scolded his mother, how much benefit did the old man give you, so that you sold all your good brothers!
"Enough!" In the Jinluan Palace, Lin Mu shouted angrily, "As the master of Penglai Pavilion, he has repeatedly violated the laws and regulations of the pavilion, and early tomorrow morning, get out of Penglai Pavilion!" β
Lin Ye just wanted to quibble, but found that he couldn't say a word with his mouth open, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that Long Bo next to Lin Mu was pinching the trick in his hand...... It's a mutation spell!
"Old man Long, I'm **you**"
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The next day, outside the fairy gate of Penglai Pavilion, Lin Ye stood in a pile of packed luggage, wanting to cry without tears, he was just eighteen years old, and he was about to be kicked out of the house and start his own business?
"Young Pavilion Master, please stay!" When he grabbed Lin Ye and was about to leave, an old voice suddenly came from behind him.
Turning his head to look, he saw Long Bo walking towards him with a smile on his face.
"Yo yo yo, isn't this the chief steward of Penglai Pavilion, Master Long?" Lin also said in a weird way.
Long Bo's face turned red, and he said with a wry smile: "Don't be a poor old slave for the young pavilion master, the old slave also acted on the orders of the pavilion master."
"That old thing, sooner or later, I will usurp the throne!" Lin also gritted his teeth and said.
"Ahem, young pavilion master, be cautious, be cautious. Pavilion "Long Bo coughed dryly and admonished.
"Caution? I didn't dare to let a fart out loud in front of him for more than ten years, but he said that he threw me out of the island, so he threw me out of the island, and gave me such an outrageous reason! As soon as he mentioned this, Lin was so angry that he wanted to usurp the throne again.
Long Bo stroked his beard in embarrassment: "The young pavilion master doesn't need to be so angry, the pavilion master must have his deep meaning when he does this." β
Lin Ye snorted coldly and said, "Deep meaning? Isn't it just that I don't like it anywhere? β
Seeing that Long Bo wanted to continue to say something, Lin also waved his hand, "Forget it, don't mention him, what are you doing here?" β
"Oh, the young pavilion master didn't mention it, the old slave almost forgot." Lombard smiled and patted his head, "People are old, and their memory is not good." He saw Lombard take out a bronze ring from his sleeve with an emerald green gem set on it.
"What is this?" Lin also took the ring and looked at Long Bo with a puzzled expression.
"This is some coiling and food prepared by the old slave for the young pavilion master, and there are some things in case of emergency."
Lin also took the ring from Long Bo's hand, a trace of true qi passed through his fingertips, and he roughly looked at the contents inside, "That's it?" The old man is too picky, isn't he? β
There are about a few thousand cubic meters of space in Najie, and there are a few tons of silver ingots scattered in it, as well as hundreds of tons of cyan fluorescent spirit stones, which should be of the highest quality.
"Young Pavilion Master, the prices in the world are not as good as those on Penglai Island, these things have been enough for the Young Pavilion Master for a few years." Long Bo said with a little crying and laughing, it seems that it is correct for the pavilion master to let the young pavilion master go out of the island to practice.
It's not to blame Lin Ye, the inflation on Penglai Island can be said to be the most serious in the entire Tianwu Continent, a corn cob is a thousand high-grade spirit stones or 10 million taels of silver, so it causes the islanders to buy things generally with spirit tickets, a kind of thing similar to silver tickets.
In the morning, drink a bowl of white porridge of 3 million taels, and eat 20 million taels of dragon meat buns, and a meal at noon will cost 100 million taels of silver.
After listening to Long Bo's explanation, Lin also suddenly realized that it was no wonder that when he went out to buy something for the first time when he was a child, he spent 90 million taels to buy a sugar gourd, and he almost scared himself into being reborn again.
Seeing that Lin also put all the luggage into the ring, Long Bo took out a simple-looking envelope and handed it to Lin Ye, "The young pavilion master is going to the world to practice, if there is no place to settle down, you can go to Chicheng Mountain to find a Taoist named Zhang Daoling, give him this letter, and Chicheng Mountain will arrange a place for the young pavilion master." β
Lin also took the letter from Long Bo's hand and thanked him, "Thank you Long Bo." β
Long Bo helped Lin Ye up, "Why did the young pavilion master say this, the young pavilion master is the young pavilion master of Penglai Pavilion, of course, these things should be done by the old slave who is the chief steward." β
Lin was also a little moved for a while. Take a look, take a look! Eighteen years of father-son friendship is not as good as an outsider!
"Take care, I'm leaving." After that, I saw a strong wind under Lin Ye's feet, and instantly took Lin Ye to jump up and fly into the vast fog outside the island.
"Young Pavilion Master, take care!" Long Bo looked at the direction where Lin Ye disappeared, muttered softly, and then his figure flashed and disappeared.
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On the other side, Penglai Pavilion, in the Taoyang Palace, the pavilion master Lin Mu was sitting cross-legged on the futon, holding a sunspot between the fingers of his left hand and falling into the chessboard. The white pieces in the chess box on the opposite side were unautomatic, as if they were being held by someone, and slowly fell into the chessboard.
"Pavilion Master." Long Bo appeared behind Lin Mu and said respectfully.
"It's all done?" Lin Mu didn't look back, lowering his head and thinking about the next step.
"What should be said, the subordinates have already told the young pavilion master." Lombard was leaning on his body, and he looked extremely respectful of this pavilion master.
"Hmm......" Lin Mu hummed and stopped talking.
After about half a pillar of incense, Lin Mu stood up and said with a smile to the futon that was unoccupied opposite: "Today's game is a lonely loss. The chess pieces floating in the air seemed to have souls, and they shook excitedly a few times, and then the chess pieces on the entire chessboard fell into the box together.
Lin Mu sat on the chair beside him, picked up the teacup on the table, blew the foam gently, and asked a little absent-mindedly.
"Two years and three months." Lombard replied.
"You remember it well." Lin Mu looked Long Bo up and down a few times, and suddenly laughed, if Lin Ye saw his old father of Wannian Bing smiling, he would definitely feel that the old man had definitely taken the wrong medicine today.
Seeing Lin Mu laughing, Long Bo also laughed, and the wrinkles on his face also stretched a lot.
"This matter is related to whether the Tianwu Continent can continue, although the subordinates have retired, they still need to pay attention."
"If anyone knows that the Taixuan Dragon Emperor, who sacrificed his life to cut out seven wounds in the Heavenly Dao 1,400 years ago, is still alive, I'm afraid that the protagonist of this year's Tianwu Ceremony will still be you." Lin Mu patted Long Bo on the shoulder and looked at Long Bo with a smile on his face.
Long Bo bowed and said, "The old slave wants to thank the pavilion master for not killing him back then." β
"Excuse me!" Lin also waved his hand and put down the teacup in his hand.
"At this year's Tianwu Ceremony, do you think there are any juniors who can surpass your achievements that year?"
"In the past thousand years, there have been many geniuses in the Six Kingdoms, but if you want to say that you can really face the Pavilion Master, I am afraid there are two of them this year."
"Two?" Lin Mu's eyes suddenly lit up, and he seemed to be interested, "Who are they?" β
I saw Long Bo raise two slender fingers and said slowly: "The first military general of Great Qin, Wu'an Hou - Bai Qi."
"Although Bai Qi is famous for killing gods, but with the character of Zulong's kid, he may not let Bai Qi die. What about the other? β
"The other one has not become famous in the entire Six Kingdoms of Tianwu, and it can even be said that there are very few people who know about it."
Hearing Long Bo's answer, Lin Mu seemed to remember something, his eyes lit up, and he asked, "Are you talking about him?" β
"What the old slave said, it is this person, the first sword in the world, Qinglian Sword Immortal - Li Taibai."
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[To be continued]