Late at night, Lin Yi sat on the edge of the bed, took off his boots, poured out the compacted ice slag inside, and put them back on his feet. He raised his hand to dust off the snowflakes on his body, accidentally touched the injury, and grinned in pain. After a little examination, almost every muscle was sore, swelling and painful, and exhaustion seeped into the bones.

He rubbed his shoulders, his eyelids slowly closed, and suddenly woke up in a drowsiness, shaking his head, feeling cold and sleepy. Although the brazier had been lit in the hut, the cold wind still penetrated through the cracks, making the door frame whine.

This place has long been not Qingteng Zhai, but is located in the mountain behind the Lingguan Mansion, in a dilapidated wooden house, the long side is not more than a zhangxu, only enough to accommodate a bed, a table and a chair.

Lin Yi sat for a while, unable to stand the sleepiness, and lay down in his clothes, although the futon was warm, he did not dare to sleep peacefully, his arms were still resting outside, and his waist and abdomen were straight, ready to get up at any time.

Outside the window is silent, occasionally snowflakes fall, the charcoal in the pot crackles and cracks, I don't know what the scenery on the Huai River is like this season?

He was cranky, tiredness swept through his body, and his head was groggy. While he was half asleep, his fingers twitched suddenly, and he heard creaking footsteps in the snow outside, as if someone was approaching.

A moment later, the wooden door creaked open, the cold wind swept in the snowflakes, and the uninvited guest crept into the house. Lin Yi pretended to be asleep, his hand quietly reached out to the head of the bed, holding a ring-headed knife, the touch was cold, and his heart was a little settled. This knife is four feet long and about one inch wide, and the tail is ring-shaped, so it is called the ring head.

He took a deep breath to regain some clarity in his head, opened his eyes suddenly, and rolled over. Then, a wooden staff swung from his waist and struck the foot of the bed in a fraction of a second.

I didn't have time to think about who attacked in the middle of the night. Lin Yi made a decision immediately, danced the knife to protect his body, slapped open the window with one palm, and slashed the blade, forcing the assassin to retreat, grabbing the window and fleeing.

Turning over and landing, the snow was up to his ankles, his eyes were silvery white, and he had barely taken two steps before the assassin jumped out of the window and chased after him. Lin Yi had no choice but to turn around, plunge the ring head knife into the ground, raise snowflakes, and cover his face, covering the enemy's vision, winning respite, and taking the opportunity to distance himself.

The Assassin only slowed down for a moment, then took a big step forward and pursued him relentlessly.

Lin Yi was blowing the cold wind, his head gradually sobered up, and he remembered that the last time Xu Mansion caught a ghost, Zhang Yingzhuo claimed to have caught an assassin - it turned out that the catch was fake, and luck was real. On that day, he was also entangled by two masked men, and he fled for his life, and the courtyard wall collapsed due to the battle between Luoshan and the Great Ghost, which happened to hold down the assassin and captured two alive.

The assassin was kidnapped by Luoshan and returned to the Lingguan Mansion, tortured him, and when he found out that he was a member of the Qing Gang, he handed him over to the Yamen and put him in prison.

Lin Yi came back to his senses, heard the footsteps behind him close at hand, and turned around with his knife in his run, facing the assassin. A wooden staff came quickly, and quickly swung the knife to block it, and slashed twice, but unfortunately the blade had not yet opened, otherwise it would be more threatening.

Seeing that he still wanted to escape, the assassin suddenly picked up his speed and circled to Lin Yi's side, and the wooden staff tripped under his feet. Lin Yi jumped up in a hurry, and the wooden staff seemed to be spiritual, and it followed up, snapping on the ground, and caught him in his legs.

Lin Yi tripped over the wooden stick, flew out in mid-air, and fell into the mud, but fortunately, the snow was deep and not very painful. The assassin waved his staff, and Lin Yi supported the ground with his hand, raised his back, dodged the blow, moved a few steps aside, and got up in a panic. The assassin did not allow him to stand firm, raised his staff and stabbed continuously, Lin Yi waved his knife to parry, but his martial arts were far worse than the other party, and he was overstretched and tired of dealing with it after a few dismantling it.

The assassin fought faster and faster, and the wooden staff danced in shadows, sweeping from all directions, enveloping Lin Yi's whole body, making moves with the wind and roaring fiercely. Lin Yi blocked up and down, left and right, and was forced to be in a hurry, unable to prevent it. With a slight negligence, he was hit twice in his left waist, and his right arm was also hit, and he almost let go of the knife.

Seeing that he was about to lose, Lin Yi had no choice but to repeat his old tricks, kick up the snowflakes, raise them to his eyes, and turn around and run wildly while he was covering his eyes.

The Assassin immediately followed, and the two fled in the snow, leaving a long trail of footprints.

Lin Yi tried hard to adjust his breathing, so that his heart beat slowly, and his head ached faintly, and he vaguely remembered that after Han Chunfang's accident, her parents hired a car to rush to the Lingguan Mansion, hugged their daughter's coffin and cried bitterly, grabbing Luoshan to ask for an explanation. Master Keluo is a boy, who has traveled all over the world and is accustomed to seeing all kinds of scenes, and in the face of the second elder, he can't say a few words of comfort. The second elder cried and rolled, making a big fuss in the mourning hall, Master Luo was scratched and his face was covered with blood, he knelt down for them on the spot, kowtowed several times, and was so ashamed that he was ashamed of himself, but he didn't have any excuse. The disciples couldn't stand it, so they rushed up to separate the second elder and helped him to leave.

That night, Master Luo drank wine all night, the jar was piled up in the bedchamber, drunk unconscious, and seriously ill for seven days. After waking up, Han Chunfang's coffin had been taken back to her hometown by her parents for burial, leaving a mess in the house, and the family had cleaned it up for a long time. And Luo Shan is skinny, full of beards, sloppy, and looks like a madman who asks for food, how can there be the image of the lord of a mansion and a high-ranking spiritual official?

When Lin Yi thought of this, his heart was still sad. Before you know it, you have fled to the forest, and you can use the terrain to hide through the stump. The Assassin also chased him here, and when he saw him hiding, he did not feel anxious, but slowed down his steps, so that he could search slowly.

Lin Yi suppressed his breath and waited for the assassin to come to his side, jumped up from the shadows, and attacked with a knife. The Assassin laughed, and as if he had expected it, he waved his staff. Lin Yi couldn't dodge, he was stabbed in the armpit, his body froze halfway, and the tip of the knife was only half a foot away from the hat on the assassin's head.

"Do you want to run away?" the assassin sneered.

"Of course you have to escape!" Lin Yi said bitterly, snorting angrily, turning his head and running, using the woods to deal with the assassins. From time to time, he was caught up by him, turned around and struggled, and the knife and staff passed everywhere, shaking the snow on the treetops and falling to the ground.

The Assassin patiently played hide and seek with him, not using all his strength, holding the heat in his hands, avoiding the snow falling overhead, and sneering at will, appearing at ease.

"In the past five months, you have studied hard every day, never been lazy, and in the end you only have this ability?"

"It means that my master can't teach it. Lin Yi replied, holding the knife in both hands, and the tip of the blade pointed at the assassin's throat, protecting his midline. At the same time, his feet slowly retreated, slowly retreating from the woods and moving towards the direction of the Lingguan Mansion.

Five months ago, after Luoshan woke up, he swept away his decadence and devoted himself to teaching Lin Yi martial arts. At first, it was fists and kicks, and when he mastered the basics, he taught footwork, and finally knifework. The process was extremely strict, every day from morning to night, at least four hours, Lin Yi practiced all over his body, he couldn't hold chopsticks when he ate, and he went back to the house and fell asleep.

But it was not enough to work hard during the day, and often while he was sleeping soundly, Luo Shan sneaked in again, took out a wooden cane and beat him indiscriminately. At first, Lin Yi thought that he had done something wrong, but soon understood that Luo Shan was just deliberately torturing him.

And claimed that it was to train his vigilance, so that no matter where he was, he would not slack off, so that the enemy could take advantage of it.

This day when life is worse than death, he has stayed up for four months, and he has not slept well, Lin Yi has already seen a bow and a snake, and when he hears a little wind and grass, he can jump out of the way. was forced to have no choice but to move to Houshan, thinking that Luoshan was too far away and would not be attacked again in the middle of the night. As a result, he intensified, and for a month, he came to harass him almost every night.

After five months of torture, Lin Yi also found that his skills had improved by leaps and bounds, his ears and eyes were far better than before, and his vigilance was even more incomparable. Therefore, in the last half month, every time Luoshan lurked in, he was able to sense and respond in advance.

Lin Yi withdrew from the woods, and the people had reached the foot of the mountain, and the bright moon illuminated the snow trail to the ground. The assassin also slowly followed, raised his hand and took off his hat, revealing his bearded face, which was none other than Luoshan.

He opened his mouth and said: "I don't fight for myself, and I blame me for not teaching well, my kung fu is ordinary, and my temper is good?"

Of course, these words were completely detrimental to him. During these days, Lin Yi worked harder than anyone else, and his martial arts were becoming more and more sophisticated, even compared to Shen Wuxin in the past.

Luo Shan had a different heart and smiled slyly.

Lin Yi used the moonlight to instantly understand his expression, knowing that the master was quite satisfied with himself, and his heart couldn't help but be secretly refreshed, but his face was not revealed, and it was not easy to break, so he had to pretend and say: "Hey, martial arts are so-so, after all, there must be a disciple~" Before the words were finished, the person had already turned around and rushed towards the Lingguan Mansion without looking back.

Leaving Luo Shan alone, he said angrily: "Okay, you rebel, dare to make fun of the master!"

After saying that, the wind chased after him.

The two rushed into the Lingguan Mansion, causing a burst of chickens and dogs to jump, and Luo Shan drove Lin Yi to the East Chamber Flower Garden, Zhang Yingzhuo and Luo Caiwei had been waiting for a long time. The two of them stewed dog meat in a pot in the courtyard, which was also mixed with radish and onion segments, star anise and laurel leaves, fragrant, four pairs of dishes and chopsticks were placed on the table, a pot of hot wine, and several oil lamps were hung on the pillars of the court to illuminate it.

When Luo Caiwei saw them, she said happily: "Daddy, Brother Lin, I've been waiting for you for a long time, come over for supper." ”

"Little glutton, look at your urgency. Luo Shan said, regardless of Lin Yi's surprise, he walked into the pavilion by himself, sat on a chair, poured a glass of wine and drank it all, raising his eyebrows.

Lin Yi put the letter on the table suspiciously, carefully picked up the dishes and chopsticks, his eyes were still looking at Luo Shan, and he was worried in his heart, for fear that he would sneak attack.

Seeing this, Zhang Yingzhuo complained: "I said Senior Brother Lin, let you have a meal, it won't be like a thief, right?"

Lin Yi said cautiously: "Master, he likes to drill leaks without warning, and I have to guard against it." ”

Zhang Yingzhuo shook his head helplessly and moved chopsticks with Luo Caiwei. The radish is glutinous and soft, it melts in the mouth, the dog meat is strong, the more you chew, the more fragrant it is, everyone eats it with relish, and from time to time sip a sip of hot wine, and you feel more hearty.

Luo Caiwei laughed and laughed and played with her juniors, and Zhang Yingzhuo told interesting things about the moment, and said them vividly with one mouth, making them clap their legs and secretly laugh.

The four of them drank wine and ate meat, chatted and watched the snow, talked and laughed, and had a good time!

The pots and cups were empty, the pots and pans were bottoming out, and Luo Shan burped and looked relaxed. When they rested, they restrained their smiles, and their faces gradually became serious. After a while, seeing that the disciples turned their heads one after another, he first said to Lin Yi: "Although Lin Er's martial arts have made some progress, it is still far from the real fight, and we still have to practice more in the future, and we must not slack off." ”

Lin Yi understood in his heart, did not refute, and said: "Thank you Master for the whipping, the disciple does not dare to slack off." ”

"Girl, Yingzhuo, you are the same. Luo Shan said in a deep voice, "Although I haven't gone to trouble the Qinggang these days, I have also heard a lot of news. Now, we have endured it long enough, and you urgently need a real battle to sharpen yourself, so the teacher has decided to let you do something important personally. ”

"Please command, Master, the disciples will do their best. Lin Yi's expression was solemn, this day, he finally waited.