Lin Yi was unexpectedly pardoned, and those who smiled for this were Mu Qing'er and Zhen Yuanzi. Meng Shan and the others also breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that the Tianlong faction is not worthless, and His Royal Highness King Ping has done his best for this matter. It's just that among the disciples, there are also people who are stupid.

The officials saw that the old Taoist priest was gone, so they asked the soldiers to remove Lin Yi's shackles. But the soldiers told with bitter faces that the shackles were already riveted to death, and they had to go back to the blacksmith. It seems that when they caught Lin Yi, they didn't want to let the living out.

The two soldiers who were watching Lin Yi had a cold evil smile on their faces. The officials who supervised the beheading didn't care about these trivial matters, and waved their hands impatiently to let Lin Yifeng go to the side, don't hinder the execution.

And Lin Yi was still standing in place, and when he saw that the old Taoist priest had really gone away, he relaxed a little. When the matter came, he didn't kill himself again, but it was also strange! When he couldn't bear it anymore, he wanted to make a big fuss in the capital, but who expected that a real person would protect the country, and it seemed that this place was really a place where the dragon and the tiger were hidden.

In a difficult situation, do not forget to be patient, but there is a turnaround, and there are always unexpected results. This incident made Lin Yi deeply touched.

Looking at the unkempt man on the torture table, he was kneeling and waiting to be killed. This death row prisoner is just another ghost for the dead, in this world, people are like mustard! Lin Yi sighed secretly, he clasped his fist at him, and then turned around.

"Get out! count your kid's life!" the two soldiers scolded and drove Lin Yi away.

Lin Yi looked down at the shackles on his body, and ignored the soldiers' scolding. His eyes flashed with anger, his arm shook, the sonorous sound was piercing, and with a "boom-" sound, the dozens of pounds of shackles exploded into pieces in an instant.

Regardless of the stunned two soldiers, Lin Yi stepped forward and gave a kick, but the other party didn't have time to dodge, and was kicked out more than two feet away, and fell into the mouth and gnawed on the mud.

"It's also your two boys' lives!Hmph!" Lin Yi threw the shackles in his hand backwards and walked away.

All the officials and soldiers were also taken aback by Lin Yi's arrogance, this is an execution ground! How could this young man have so much strength? In the blink of an eye, he beat the law enforcement soldiers.

Ke Lin Yi has been pardoned, and now he is innocent, and the real person who protects the country has just left, and these officials and soldiers are not good at what to do with him.

The two soldiers got up in shock, pondering what Lin Fang had just said, and they were also frightened into a cold sweat. This man is really angry, his small body is really not as strong as the shackles.

Lin Yi walked out of the field alone.

He turned a blind eye to everything around him, as if he was the only one in heaven and earth.

Lin Yi's steps were steady, his expression was indifferent, and his thin body was very straight, like a lang in the wind and rain, a cliff and a stone in the clouds, ordinary and extraordinary. The dust on his face, the grass clippings on his head, and his broken clothes can't hide the sparkle in his eyes!

The ease that his mind had never felt made Lin Yi feel a lot of burdens in the world, and they had been thrown away with the shackles.

Over the past few years, Lin Yi has always been like a child who has left the care of adults, cautious and cautious in everything. He was only seventeen years old, and his mind was as deep as a middle-aged man, and he had lost all the comfort and happiness of ordinary young people.

All this is the helplessness of being in this red dust. He wants to stay away from the distractions of the world, and he wants to cultivate the Tao without distractions. But he has always been like a person walking in the night, always in a state of panic, and there are too many inexplicables and unknowns in his heart, which makes people at a loss.

He thought too much at a young age. Thinking about the future of his relatives, thinking about the safety of his friends, and understanding the warmth and coldness of people, even Su Xueyun made him feel at ease.

After walking in the world for a long time, there are many worries, so how can we achieve a clear mind and body, and a clear spiritual platform! If we can't let go, we can't give up, so how can we talk about cultivation?

walked on the execution ground, faced with the moment of life and death, and in the face of this beast-like crowd, he broke free of the shackles and removed the shackles in his heart.

The moment Master left, he was in a state of depression. He also laughed, but his heart was never easy. He learns from other people's gloom, from other people's calculations, and from other people's sophistication. And in the end, he found out that he was still Lin Yi. He can't be someone else, and no one else can change him.

If you don't depart from your heart and walk in this world, why should you rebel against your nature!

The soldiers lined up the crowd, and the people consciously dodged a road, like the flow of water in a river, flashing a gap in the hustle and bustle.

Lin Yi slowly walked through the crowd, as if walking on the shore of red dust. Hongchen was very close to him, and he was going to go away alone—

......

In a house in the capital, Lan Ping was lying on the couch, still unconscious.

The woman beside him had a sad face. I heard from the people in the prison that my lord had epilepsy, but I found Lang Zhong to see it, but there was no cure. Lang Zhong said that this disease is very similar to hysteria, or it is a prison with a heavy spirit, and it may not be said that it will hit the evil.

Outside, the drums had passed, and the night was getting dark.

The woman sighed, called a maiden to keep watch for the night, and went to rest herself.

When the little girl saw that her wife was far away, she also hid in the outhouse and fell asleep.

There was a faint sound of babbling rap in the distance, and the night in the capital was a good time to have fun.

There was only one ash burning quietly in the house, Lan Ping looked at the beam in a daze, and his saliva flowed down the elder, where is still the majestic captain.

A cold wind blew, the candlelight of the white ash shook, and a figure appeared in front of Lan Ping out of thin air.

Lan Ping, who was lying on his back, seemed to notice something, turned his head, and his demented eyes showed unspeakable panic. He trembled and held out his fingers—

"You ......"

The person who came was dressed in a broken gray robe, seventeen or eighteen years old, and his face was cold, it was Lin Yi.

Lin Yi looked coldly at Lan Ping on the couch, pointed his finger, and a wisp of finger wind volleyed into his death hole.

Lan Ping let out a long breath, and his arm fell weakly. His eyes were dilated, but his pupils were dilated, and there was no more life!

Lin Yi stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and two things flew out from the couch, which were the Qiankun bag and the purple gold gourd. Only then did he feel a little relieved, his footsteps moved slightly, and his figure disappeared faintly.

......

Yihong House is a famous brothel in Beijing.

In the middle of the night, it is the time when the lights of Yihong Mansion are red and the wine is strong. In a beautifully decorated private room on the second floor, several men were drunk, each holding a few half-naked young women, laughing obscenely.

Several women also whispered softly, their eyebrows fluttered, and they smiled coquettishly. In a piece of spring, a thin middle-aged man was rubbing the soft fragrance in his arms, and he laughed proudly when he heard the coquettish voice.

The flower window facing the street in the private room was open, and a gust of wind blew, and the laughing man actually fell down with his head up, and the wine glass in his hand spilled out from afar, and the private room suddenly exclaimed-

"Chen Shilang......?"

Lin Yi stood on the roof of Yihong Building, looking at the chaos below, he was silently distracted.

I didn't want to kill people in such a hurry, but after seeing the old Taoist, Lin Yi didn't dare to be careless. His Qiankun bag is still in Lan Ping, and if he doesn't retrieve it in time, he is afraid of an accident.

The cultivation of that real person who protects the country may not be high, but who knows what unpredictable means people have. He still knows too few spells, and he has no chance of winning compared to dealing with them with his bare hands.

In the face of ordinary people, he Lin Yi seems to be very powerful. But in the face of fellow practitioners, he realized that his means were pitiful.

Fortunately, there is still a wolf tooth sword, and if he doesn't get it back in time, Lin Yi really can't rest assured.

After Lin Yi came back from the execution ground, he thanked Elder Meng for his wound medicine, said hello to everyone, and said that he was tired and locked in a room alone and pretended to sleep. After nightfall, he sneaked out of Siping Pavilion, just to make a final decision for all this.

took off the broken gray robe and put it away, took out a new one from the Qiankun bag and put it on, Lin Yi tapped his toes lightly and turned into a breeze.

While galloping on the roof, Lin thought about it and headed for the prison. The heavily guarded prison had no way of detecting his arrival.

I came to the door of the dungeon, but saw that the door was locked. Lin Yi didn't want to alarm others, and when he wanted to find the key, he hesitated, and his divine sense stretched out into the dungeon.

In that iron cage, the old man was gone.

......

A horse-drawn carriage walked down the street and into an alley. Not far ahead, we arrived home, and the people in the car breathed a sigh of relief. There was a wind lamp lit in the carriage, and a man in his thirties was a little pale. He had a pair of godless dead fish eyes, with a little panic and a bit of luck.

The car stopped in front of a house, and the man did not shout as usual, but hurriedly jumped out of the carriage, and did not forget to turn around and explain: "Little San, don't forget to close the courtyard door!"

When he came to the door of the back house, he saw that the lights were still on in the house, the man breathed a sigh of relief, and when he was about to push the door in, a sudden gust of wind blew, and a familiar figure appeared in front of him.

"Puff"

The man's face changed greatly, he knelt on the ground, his voice trembled, and he begged for mercy: "Brother Lin, it's all my ghost, I'm confused, I'm confused for a while, you can spare me......"

The comer, a young man dressed in a gray robe, who ignored the pleas of the people on the ground, raised his finger -

"Squeak-" The door opened, and a girl of seven or eight years old appeared, followed by a woman.

"Daddy—"

"Husband—"

Seeing the man on his knees begging for mercy, and the ghostly figure in the night, the woman put her arms around the girl and let out an exclamation.

The man turned around when he heard the sound, he was so frightened that he waved his hand again and again, and saw that the two of them were stunned and did not react, he turned around in a hurry, kowtowed like garlic, and hurriedly pleaded: "Brother Lin, I am not as guilty as her mother......! I'm damned! This matter has nothing to do with her mother, please raise your noble hand......"

"Do'er—"

The woman exclaimed again, and the girl in her arms had broken free, and knelt down with the man, and said to the figure who stood quietly and raised his finger: "My father often scolds my mother, he is not a good person. I'm afraid I'm going to cause trouble again today, Duoduo is a daughter, I wish to take it on behalf of my father, please spare him once......"

The girl was handsome, and she was already in tears at this time, but she knelt with her little face held high.

"Duoduo! This is Daddy's retribution! If it has nothing to do with your child, go back to the house with your mother......" The man was so anxious that he looked at his daughter with pity, tears flowed out, and he couldn't help but turn around and shout: "Madam, bring Duoduo back quickly!"

The lady leaned against the door, with tears on her cheeks, and looked ahead in a daze—

Seeing this, the man looked back in a panic, and the figure with murderous intent had disappeared.

......

In the heavenly prison, the familiar figure that Lin Yi saw in his divine consciousness was actually Li Gongzi.

The people of the government arrested Han Sheng, and then found the Siping Pavilion, and they knew that the person who made a fuss about the painting boat was him Lin Yi. For this reason, he was also surprised by the vigorous and resolute methods of the government, and deeply reflected on his own recklessness.

And with the appearance of Li Gongzi, all this came to light.

Lin Yi, who was in the prison, already knew the reason for all this, so after he killed Lan Ping and Chen Shilang, Li Gongzi was the third person he wanted to kill.

......

The night is silent, and the figure is like the wind—

- (One volume.) ENDS)——

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Concluding remarks of this volume: A roll of red dust in the rivers and lakes ended like a cloud of smoke. This is an idle and nonsense story, made up blindly in my spare time, the style of writing is a hodgepodge, and it is also very casual, no different from the old man's rough and idle talk, just an old man tells a story, there is no genre, let alone think about it, those book friends don't want to be cold in the book review area, hehe! What are the rivers and lakes, I can't tell. Although I also ran through the so-called rivers and lakes in my early years, I couldn't help but feel helpless, and I had tasted enough of the ups and downs, but with my poor writing, I still couldn't write. I don't understand what Hongchen is. I only know that beautiful things are always in dreams, but now, in the lack of sleep, there are fewer and fewer sweet dreams.

After reading the first volume, if you are willing to continue to cultivate after some torture, please see the second volume of "Yunji Canghai". Also, Taoist friends who have been cultivated by famous masterpieces, don't like no immortals, don't spit, we are Huluwa vs. Ultraman.

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