Chapter 49: Lin Luoluo's Notes (1)

June 1.

I am Lin Luoluo, Luoluo and generous.

That night, Master gave me his diary and asked me to bring it back.

I deliberately explained that I had to put it with my bag and the Daybreak Sword, so don't lose it.

I felt that he was very solemn, which made me feel like I was being alone. What's the matter, I'm still a kid.

Under the natural disaster**, the adults didn't let me help. Everyone thinks I'm young, so they will make a mess and let me stay at home obediently.

Hum!

I've learned martial arts from Master! Although the three-legged cat kung fu is humiliating.

I am still the descendant disciple of Zhu Xuan's goddess doctor, the next generation of goddess doctor Lin Luoluo, how can you underestimate me.

Okay, Sister Zhu Xuan also asked me not to make a mess, go home and stay well, memorize the medicine recipe, and taste the herbs.

Then I'll just stay at home.

Master's diary? It's okay to take a look, right? Master didn't say I couldn't watch it, that is, I could.

I read it twice, word by word, carefully and carefully, seriously!

Hey?

If this is written in the future, it must be not suitable for children!

It turns out that my master of wine and meat monk is actually such a person!

Fortunately, I am Lin Luoluo very smart, I can read a thousand words at the age of three, memorize ancient poems at the age of five, read four books and five classics at the age of seven, and at the age of eight... At the age of eight, he memorized Buddhist scriptures at the request of his master, and at the age of nine, he began to taste herbs and memorize medicinal recipes.

If it weren't for the fact that I was gifted since I was a child and taught well in early education, I probably wouldn't have been able to read all the words in Master's thick diary, let alone write.

Right!

It suddenly occurred to me that I might or... Shall I write something too? Master's diary, isn't it mine?

Well, it's decided, anyway, the master will definitely not scold me when he sees it, and maybe he will praise me.

Just do what you say.

Today is the first day of June. It's been a week since the river burst its banks.

Whenever I think of the moment when the levee burst that day, I remember the scene I saw with my own eyes, and I am still a little afraid.

No wonder Master used to nag me to say, 'Respect and revere nature,' because the power of nature is beyond the reach of human beings.

A river of water poured in from the place where the levee had burst, and in an instant it swept across the land, raging everywhere as far as the eye could see, and the houses were washed away without a breath, and even the trees were uprooted.

Caught off guard, the turbulent river washed for a whole day and a night, the entire Jianye City was in a mess, I heard that the water in the city was close to one story high when it was deepest, many people were besieged, and many people were washed away by the water.

Fortunately, Master asked Uncle Feng Xiaoer and Sister Zhu Xuan to start transferring supplies and food early, otherwise the food in the granary would be soaked in water, and the famine would only be worse this year, and I might be hungry.

Thankfully, the rain stopped.

The water level had also begun to drop, and by the evening of the third day, the flood water in the city had dropped to only half a metre high by the evening of the third day.

All the people in the city who can be saved have basically been saved in the past few days. Those who are still alive are all the survivors of the catastrophe, and there are crying sounds everywhere in Jianye City, tearing hearts and lungs, and the whole city is sad.

Uncle Feng Xiaoer has already asked everyone to set up a tent in the high place of the city and start to give porridge, although it is a clear soup with little water, but at least let everyone go through the past few days. Although Uncle Feng Xiaoer said that the Feng family's food is already stretched thin now, it will be said when it is really finished.

Sister Zhu Xuan also took everyone in the family to start dispensing medicine, disinfecting after the flood, to prevent wind chills and colds, especially to prevent the recurrence of the plague, after all, the people who died this time... There are countless of them, and if they are not dealt with in time, the plague is likely to sweep the land of Jiangnan again.

Master and Sister Yun Duo'er began to organize everyone to carry sandbags, saying that they should hurry up and fill the embankment mouth first to block the source, and the water in the city will recede a lot. When the river has completely receded from the cordon, it is necessary to start repairing the embankment immediately, after all, no one knows when the next rain will come.

They are all the great heroes of flood relief in my heart, and my master is the best.

But I feel that Master, a hero, is always sad about himself, and has nothing to do with beauty.

Sister Zhu Xuan called me to the pharmacy a few days ago, took me to a small room, and quietly taught me to concoct the 'Jinchuang Medicine' ointment for external use, and told me not to pass it on! Then, let me come back every day to take care of Master.

At first, I wondered why my master needed me to take care of him when he was strong.

It wasn't until I saw Master come back and lie on the bed tired that I understood what Sister Zhu Xuan meant.

The master carried sandbags on his shoulders, carried a stone, and carried the skin.

My shoulders and back were bloodshot, and I almost cried at first sight, and it hurt to see it.

Master went out very early and returned late every day, and when he came back, he fell asleep, he did not dare to lie down, but could only sleep on his stomach, and occasionally he had a little energy to chat with me, telling me to study hard, otherwise I would have to work as a coolie to move bricks when I grew up.

Every night, I carefully wiped the blood stains on my shoulders and back with a wet towel and gently applied the ointment.

At first, he would tremble a few times in pain, but every day before the ointment was applied, the master had already fallen into a deep sleep, like a dead pig, and he couldn't move.

The next day, before dawn, he left again. When I came back in the evening, I continued to wipe and apply the medicine, day after day.

Actually, I would like to say that Master should rest for a while, and wait for the wound to heal before going into battle himself.

But I can't say it, in the eyes of their adults, children, where do they understand anything.

Monks always admit death.

Sister Yun Duoer personally supervised the work on the embankment in the north of the city, and this time it is absolutely not allowed to cut corners again, it is said... The city lord of Zhou Shiqi has not seen anyone so far.

When Sister Yun Duo'er came back, she stood at the door and said to me, "Lin Luoluo, you want to call you Master...... Forget it, a stubborn donkey. ”

"Sister Yun Duo'er, you tell me, why does Master ...... every day Come back like this? "I took advantage of the rare time when Sister Yun Duoer was rare to ask her.

"Your master, relying on his own martial arts practitioners, copper-headed and iron-armed, he comes by himself with everything that others can't carry, and one person can withstand more than ten people. The donkeys of the production team are not so hard. "Sister Yun Duo'er is complaining to me about where.

She loves my master!

Absolute!

Otherwise, how could you care so much about my master.

If you want to be my teacher, you have to ask me if I agree first.

"Luoluo knows, I will tell the master, the master has already slept, Sister Yunduoer should also go back and rest early." After that, I closed the door and sent off the guests.

It's not so easy to rob the master with me, although you are good-looking, your martial arts are very powerful, and your figure is good......

Yes!

It's not fair, how can everything be better than me!

"Brother Shen!"

"Hmm!"

Shen Changqing walked on the road, and when he met someone he knew well, he would say hello to each other or nod his head.

But it doesn't matter who it is.

There was no superfluous expression on everyone's face, as if they were very indifferent to everything.

on this.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, it is an institution that maintains the stability of Great Qin, and its main responsibility is to kill demons and monsters, and of course there are some other side jobs.

Arguably.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is accustomed to seeing life and death, then he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The Demon Suppression Division is huge.

The people who can stay in the Demon Suppression Division are all strong masters, or people who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two professions, one is the town guard and the other is the demon exterminator.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts with the lowest level of demon slayer.

Then step by step, he is expected to become a town guard.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level of the demon slayer envoys.

Have memories of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of an attic.

Unlike other places full of slaughter, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, and in the bloody Demon Suppression Division, it presents a different tranquility.

At this time, the attic door is open, and there are occasional people entering and exiting.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment, and then stepped in.

Access to the attic.

The environment has changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with the faint smell of blood came to his face, making his brow furrow instinctively, but quickly stretched.

The smell of blood on everyone's body in the Demon Suppression Division is almost impossible to clean.