"Friends on a rainy night, fortunately, I have a limerick poem, which I give to Taoist friends:

Thunder and lightning flash autumn rainy night,

The wind blows and the clouds fall and the flowers and fairies.

The water curtain is far away and the mountains and forests are semi-hidden,

Frightened birds into the foggy river. ”

Ling Xuzi, who looked like a chicken in the soup, walked towards the forest in a slow and leisurely manner, his expression was calm, and he was speechless at the sight of the three-layer cultivation of condensing qi.

Lin Xing's eyes were strange.

The dead dog-like guy in his mind just now was completely gone at this time, and Ling Xuzi at this time, even though he was so bad-looking, his bearing was admirable.

Just because this person was already pouring in the heavy rain, the spiritual power of the body protection could not be sustained, but he could make such a loud voice, Lin Xing felt the sincerity.

Of course, he also wanted to find a guide in order to enter Zhengyangfang in the future, because he didn't make a move immediately, and froze the person in front of him with water spirit magic in the rain curtain, and by the way, he took this person's soul out with his soul and threw it into the bronze mirror, and then checked his memory and squeezed out his value.

The Water Spirit Technique is the new name that Lin Xing gave to the mutated Water Bomb Technique.

This water bomb technique, which is integrated into a thought of the spiritual wit, has changed to the point that it is almost unrecognizable, if it is cast by others, Lin Xing will not be able to recognize it, this is the basic spell of the five elements, the ordinary water bomb technique.

Just as Lin Xing was practicing in his heart, Ling Xuzi panicked for a while.

"I think I, Ling Xuozi, am also a well-known figure in Zhengyangfang, so low-voiced, full of sincerity, and showing his own value, I shouldn't be killed by this black-robed man at will......" Ling Xuozi's heart became more and more weak, and he didn't pay attention to the slipping of his feet.

Just as he was about to grab his head on the ground and burst into the puddle, Lin Xing took a few steps forward and grabbed him.

"Good poetry, good poetry."

After Lin Xing held Ling Xuzi up, he stroked his palm and praised: "Daoyou's song "Autumn Rainy Night Meets the Punishment of the Master of the Wood" is really wonderful, and the sentence will be framed on the side of the bed in the future, and the noble sentiments of the Taoist friend will be admired day and night, so as to purify the heart of Xing. ”

Lin Xing's admiration on his face was sincere, which made Ling Xuozi scratch his head.

Could it be that Ling Xuzi's talent has unconsciously improved to such a point? Ling Xuzi scratched his head.

Lin Xing always paid attention to Ling Xuzi with his divine thoughts, trying to catch Ling Xuzi's mood fluctuations, but to no avail for a long time, Lin Xing sighed in his heart with some disappointment.

It seems that his divine thoughts can only capture the emotions of mortals who have no cultivation!

Lin Xing's expression suddenly turned cold.

Ling Xuzi was just about to say something, but when he saw the eyes of the black-robed man in front of him, he swallowed back the words he was about to say, and replaced them with a somewhat flattering smile:

"In Xia Xianhe, send Ling Xuzi to meet Taoist friends."

Ling Xuzi held the meridian jue and bowed slightly towards Lin Xing, Lin Xing turned his back when he saw it, and nodded indifferently at this person, but a trace of special meaning flashed in his eyes.

Idle Crane Pie?

Is it a monk sect......

How is it compared to the Purple Flame Sect?

The question in his heart Lin Xing didn't ask, he just looked at Ling Xuzi lightly, and the indifference in his eyes made Ling Xuzi's momentum a head shorter.

Ling Xuzi was drenched in heavy rain, organizing some language in his heart, and he didn't see Lin Xing reply for a long time, and he was worried in his heart.

"Daoyou ......"

He struggled for a moment, and said stubbornly: "My Xianhe faction has supported Xiongjiabao and the Blood Sword Gate for decades, and now the wildfire army under the command of the owner of the plum blossom village is huge, but the dragons have no leader, and they are not secret, and they intend to overthrow the tyranny of the Yan Court and return the world to a bright future." ”

Xiongjiabao? Blood Sword Gate?

Lin Xing stared at Ling Xuozi for a moment, and then replied: "I am a master of the Torture Wood, born in Heyang Town, Fengchuan County, Zhengyang Prefecture, and this time I am returning to my hometown to revisit my hometown. ”

Ling Xuzi was stunned when he heard this, and was immediately overjoyed.

Now that this cultivator who doesn't know the depth of his cultivation has replied, his life is basically saved! As a low-level existence in the middle and bottom of the casual cultivators, in addition to showing off his power in the mortal gang, Ling Xuzi can describe other aspects as a monk in two words.

Fill up the numbers! Unable to say boo to a goose!

Lin Xing turned around: "Ling Xuzi Daoyou, I don't know what your intention is to bring those martial artists?" Could it be that it is to be detrimental to the benefactor of the Venerable Master? ”

"How is it possible, how can I, Ling Xuzi, be such a villain? The warriors brought with me on this trip are precisely for ......"

Ling Xuozi, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, felt a tense heart when he heard this, and hurriedly explained.

……

When Lin Xing and Ling Xuzi returned to the caravan camp together, Situ Yue, who was holding an oil-paper umbrella, finally put her hanging heart back into her stomach.

"This ......"

She looked at Ling Xuozi in surprise.

The thunderstorm gradually subsided, and Ling Xuzi had already dried the robe on his body with a trace of spiritual power that he had just recovered, and at this time he was walking side by side with Lin Xing, talking eloquently.

Lin Xing raised his eyes and looked at Situ Yue, and stretched out his hand to the side: "This is the person behind the Blood Sword Sect and Xiongjia Fort, the monk Ling Xuozi of the Xianhe Gate." ”

Regardless of the change in Ling Xuozi and Situ Yue's expressions, Lin Xing stretched out his hand and pointed at Situ Yue again, and introduced to Ling Xuozi: "This is the benefactor of the Venerable Master, please ask Ling Xuozi Daoyou to take care of him in the future." ”

“…… It's a pleasure. ”

Ling Xuozi was excited: "Seeing Miss Situ down is like seeing a celestial!" With such a dragon and phoenix among people, I should do my best to assist him, and I expect to be able to achieve great things in the near future! ”

Situ Yue was a little dumbfounded when she heard this.

What...... Achieve great things?

Lin Xing didn't explain more, he returned to his old horse, waved his hand at Situ Yue, stroked the horse's sideburns, and crossed over with a spiritual power.

The old horse was listless by the shower, and after this spiritual power walked in his body, he suddenly became energetic.

With a long neigh, it rubbed Lin Xing's palm with the horse's head, Lin Xing patted the storage bag on his waist, took out the golden futon, and put it on the muddy ground.

He snapped his fingers, and a flame dried up the surroundings, and then he placed the futon on the ground, sat cross-legged on it, and closed his eyes to breathe.

After closing his eyes for a moment, he seemed to think of something, and took out a few bundles of green grass still with dew from the storage bag, piled them aside for the old horse to eat, turned his head and smiled at Situ Yue and Ling Xuzi, and then settled down with confidence.

Cultivation is like sailing against the current, and if you don't advance, you will retreat.

Lin Xing didn't dare to slack off, holding a spirit stone in each hand, and paying attention to the movements of the outside world with a wisp of his mind, he cultivated again, looking at Ling Xuzi on the side.

"What a role model for my generation!"

Ling Xuzi's face was full of amazement.

He only hated himself for being so slack back then, and in the end he was blinded by the beauty and prosperity, and was reduced to a mediocre casual cultivator, and he couldn't wait to run over to take Lin Xing instead.

But he could only think about it.

As for Situ Yue, as well as everyone in the caravan, they just watched Lin Xing's every move quietly, feeling that this immortal master was so special, it was really fresh and refined.

The second day, early morning.

Lin Xing woke up from his meditation.

The sun shone on Lin Xing's side face, and at this time, there were already some more people in the caravan camp who tied their hands and feet, it was He Rui and the guards who left last night.

These people's eyes were glazed, as if they couldn't accept this result, especially He Rui, who looked at Ling Xuozi frequently, which was full of pleading.

Ling Xuzi turned a blind eye to this.

As Situ Yue's line slowly moved forward, the caravan headed towards Black Mountain City again, and Lin Xing fell far behind the caravan this time, feeling comfortable.

This feeling of being undisturbed is very wonderful, and it may be Situ Yue's idea.

Lin Xing thought, and his mind condensed into the sea of knowledge.

At this time, the scope of his divine consciousness has reached more than one hundred and seventy zhang, and the yang evil on the bronze mirror has also risen to the level of the middle grade of the yellow order, and the warmth of the divine soul has become more powerful, and Lin Xing can feel that his divine soul has slowly but firmly become stronger.

This sense of fulfillment made him feel at peace.

About half a month later, the convoy arrived in Montenegro City, and the people of Situ's family had been waiting in front of the city gate for a long time, and when they saw Ling Xuzi in the convoy who was parallel to the line, the position of the leader of Situ's family, and the rather old man among several people, his expression became particularly excited.

"Immortal Master, Immortal Master!"

The old man was the master of Situ's family, the most respected clan elder, and he took a few steps forward at this time: "Where can my Situ family not live with the immortal master, although the immortal master punishes us and others, why help the little slut who separates the family......"

Syllable!

Ling Xuzi waved his sleeves and knocked the old man of the clan away, and his forehead was already covered with cold sweat.

The patriarch of the Situ family, who didn't have a few teeth, all fell out, and even his jaw was crooked, and he flew out sideways, hitting the city wall with a bang.

A blood flower, blooming in front of the city gates.

Ling Xuzi cautiously glanced at Lin Xing at the back of the caravan, and saw that Lin Xing didn't react much, so he breathed a sigh of relief, tapped the stirrups under his feet, flew up, and slowly landed in front of everyone in Master Situ's family, and his cold gaze swept over one by one.

"The news of this immortal master should have been brought back by those martial artists! If you can surrender to Miss Situ, you still have the right to survive, if you do that rebellious thing......"

"Humph!"

With Ling Xuozi snorting coldly, the bleak autumn wind was stopped, and all the people of the Situ Master's family heard thunder in their ears, and they all screamed and bleed.