Steward Zhao's face was tense, and his eyes were cold.

His hand clenched the teacup, the joints were faintly white, and the yellowed straw mat on the ground rolled a horrific corpse.

The black-clothed deacon disciples on both sides looked at Lin Xing, who was low-eyed and pleasing to the eye, with jealousy in their eyes. The atmosphere in the spacious and bright room is a little dull.

"Liu Yong is this fang, dare to steal Master Xiong, it is not a pity to die."

After a long time, Steward Zhao slowly spoke, and his eyes turned to the side: "It's Lin boy, this time I can get Lord Xiong to personally teach martial arts, which is really the envy of Zhao." ”

"I'm ashamed."

Lin Xingtou pressed even lower: "According to Lord Xiong, even if the kid tries his best, he will only remember one-twelfth of the tenths." ”

"Even if it's 12 out of 10, it's enough to envy others."

Steward Zhao squeezed out a smile on his face: "Lord Xiong Tieshan, but a great master of the innate realm, so condescending to pass on your martial arts, you have to practice well!" Don't fall into the prestige of Lord Bear. ”

"Yes, thank you Steward Zhao for the suggestion."

Lin Xing's face showed gratitude at the right time.

Steward Zhao nodded, and then, as if he had suddenly discovered something, he got up from the Taishi chair, took a few steps to the front, and looked at the blood marks on Lin Xing's shoulders with a twisted brow.

"Humph!"

Steward Zhao looked resentful: "Liu Yong, a traitor, actually handed over such a heavy foreign affairs to Brother Lin!" It's really hateful to deceive the superiors and the subordinates! You, go get the gold sore medicine! ”

As he spoke, he pointed to the deacon disciple on his left.

Quietly watching Steward Zhao's performance, Lin Xing pretended to be embarrassed and excited, but there was no joy or sorrow in his heart.

After seeing Xiong Tieshan punch Liu Yong to death in the air, Lin Xing's worldview completely collapsed, and his mentality quietly changed.

He just wanted the moon to be big and bright enough tonight.

When the time comes, he will be able to test whether the red light and milky white brilliance shrouded in that mysterious stone are useful for cultivating martial arts.

With the gold sore medicine given by Steward Zhao, when Lin Xing returned to the wooden house, he was already hungry.

The chirp of the chickadees flew overhead, the withered yellow leaves rolled on the ground, the wind swept the fireworks in the distance, and Lin Xing looked at the mountain peaks on the south side.

The forests are dyed, and the autumn is thick.

Dark clouds converged in the sky, and scattered raindrops streaked across his cheeks, with a hint of coolness.

Seeing that the heavens were not beautiful, Lin Xing smiled bitterly.

"In the courtyard on the mountain, the jingling sound should be the sound of striking iron, right?"

Lin Xing turned around and pushed open the door of the house, lying on the board bed with his hands on his pillow, sleepy and hungry, he wanted to take a nap, but he didn't want to close his eyes and open them, and it was evening.

Sitting up, shaking his numb hands, Lin Xing walked out of the room.

At this time, it was already clear, and the sky was full of sunset.

Everyone had already started to line up to eat, and when they saw Lin Xing coming out, the tall foreign affairs disciple who snatched Lin Xing's jerky and small money, and the greasy man who put the rice on the table, all looked a little unnatural.

Under the propaganda that Steward Zhao didn't know what his intentions were, the more than 200 foreign affairs disciples of the Cast Iron Villa in Heyang Town basically knew that Lin Xing had been taught martial arts by Xiong Tieshan.

Martial arts.

Two simple words, in this chaotic world, are things that make a living.

The tall foreign disciple, after struggling for a moment, suddenly turned around and returned to the wooden house, took out a string of small coins and a few pieces of broken silver, and trotted to Lin Xing's side.

Thump!

This tall foreign disciple actually knelt directly on his knees, holding the silver coins in both hands: "Brother Lin, the little one has eyes and no beads, and you have something to tell you in the future." ”

Lin Xing was stunned for a moment.

The ranks of the foreign affairs disciples also fell into a dead silence, and then exploded.

"Cao Mang, this kid, I didn't expect the bones to be so soft!"

"Lao Tzu has long seen that Cao Mang is a bully who is afraid of the hard, heh, phew!"

"What do you say the surname Lin will do?"

Listening to the discussions in his ears, Lin Xing felt a little funny in his heart.

A few days ago, hearing these people call Liu Yong surnamed Liu, and now they call themselves surnamed Lin, I have a feeling of class struggle in my previous life, which is very subtle.

He took the silver money from Cao Mang's hand and looked at the guy in front of him, who was much taller than himself.

Fifteen or sixteen years old, with fine skin and tender meat, he looks good, but he is a little sassy.

"Cao Mang, the name is very connotative."

Lin Xing smiled, came to the back of the line and began to line up, sniffing the faint aroma of rice and moving his index fingers.

Cao Mang's heart was relieved, he quickly got up, patted the soil on his knees, and lined up behind Lin Xing, looking at the thin back in front of him, his heart was mixed.

When it was Lin Xing's turn, the greasy man deliberately filled some more meat, and Lin Xing hurriedly filled his stomach. Still didn't see Qin Lan's figure, and frowned slightly.

Lin Xing stepped to Cao Mang's side and asked Cao Mang if he knew where Qin Lan went, Cao Mang shook his head unexpectedly, Lin Xing couldn't find Qin Lan, and was a little stunned.

In their row of wooden houses, there are more than 20 foreign disciples, and their work is mainly to chop wood.

Can't see Qin Lan, could it be that he was transferred?

For this elegant young man who is kind to a meal, Lin Xing is still very impressed.

Lin Xing was stunned for a while, and hurriedly went to busy his foreign affairs.

Under the evening breeze, the water vapor next to the waterfall was filled, and feeling the coolness, Lin Xing filled the two wooden barrels with water.

Today he is going to finish his foreign affairs earlier, and then try out what he has in mind.

It is true that with Steward Zhao's attitude towards him at this time, it will not be a problem for him to change to a relatively relaxed foreign affairs.

But Lin Xing didn't speak.

Asking someone to do things has always cost him, not to mention, he is almost familiar with the current foreign affairs of carrying water, and if he is not handy at doing it, there will be no mistakes.

If you change to foreign affairs, it may not be the case.

Lin Xing thought about it, so he carried the water up the mountain.

There was a dull pain from the wound in his shoulder, and Lin Xing was unconscious, he was used to this pain.

The deacon disciple surnamed Guo is named Guo Fei, and when he saw that Lin Xing was still carrying water on the mountain, he raised his eyebrows: "Senior Brother Lin, it's so early today, I heard Senior Brother Lin say in the past, I can only see you after the end of the day." ”

The sun had just set, and there were still a quarter of an hour before their shift.

Lin Xing casually dealt with a few words, poured two buckets of water into the water tank, estimated how many buckets of water he needed, and went down the mountain, Guo Fei looked at Lin Xing's back, his eyes flickered.

"It's really interesting."

Guo Fei muttered with a smile: "With the martial arts taught by Xiong Tieshan, Senior Brother Lin, this 'luck' of yours is not something that anyone can bear." ”

Lin Xing carried the water again and again, Guo Fei began to make a few trips to try to say something, but seeing that Lin Xing did not respond, he also felt a little bored, so he simply leaned against the courtyard gate and closed his eyes to recuperate.

The bloody scab on his shoulder was worn off, and the pain made it a little difficult for Lin to walk.

The senior deacon brother on the mountain was also changed from Guo Fei to the senior brother surnamed Li, and gradually the moon rose to the sky, and Lin Xing finally filled two large tanks of water.

Throwing the barrel aside, Lin Xing lay on the withered yellow grass and gasped.

"That bronzed-skinned guy can hold three buckets of water in one hand, it's incredible......" Lin Xing remembered the person he had just met in the small courtyard on the mountain.

A disciple of internal affairs who can practice martial arts.

Lin Xing thought of the dead Liu Yong, and casually mentioned it when he arranged his foreign affairs that day.

"If I practice Tongbei Boxing, will I be able to hold two buckets of water in one hand? In that case, the speed of foreign affairs will be much faster than it is now......"

In a daze, Lin Xing drooped his eyelids, sleepiness hit, and he was drowsy.

A touch of red light reflected in his eyes, and the tremor of his five organs made Lin Xing wake up suddenly.

He sat up from the grass, and under the dark night, the distant mountains were hazy and looming, and the waterfall was like a silver-white giant sword, slashing down the deep pool, stirring up the waves and rolling the wind.

The mysterious stone placed close to Lin Xing's chest gathered the moonlight around him again.