Chapter 3 Once a sword earned a grass house, now it is difficult to hold a hook in both arms, although the body is pale and pale, dare to forget the cold light, two inches wide

The wind was still blowing outside the cottage, and the thieves who came in through the cracks in the doors and windows told the people inside the house that the weather was bad outside. These 100,000 mountains have four distinct seasons. Spring, summer, autumn and winter, only winter is the most boiling, not that everyone here has no way to keep out the cold, but the white-haired snow of this nine cold winters is very terrifying. This mountain elf animal has the nature of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, and can sense the weather changes early, and find a warm place to store food for the winter, and it is rare for you to catch a mountain hare on this vast mountain throughout the winter, and the rough skin and thick flesh of the bear, tiger, and leopard are not waiting for idle men to deal with. These 100,000 mountains, all the fierce beasts and elves, are countless times more powerful than the dust of that mountain.

It's cold and windy outside the thatched hall, but there is a good show in the thatched hall that hasn't stopped!

"I really think I'm a hero, come here and walk on an acre and three points of land," Brother Lin pointed to a broken wooden sign hanging from the beam. The tiger's eyes widened slightly, as if he was talking about this ghost knife, and also about the guests in this grass hall listening to "The grass hall uses martial arts to kill!" The rest of the people listened to this, and made a sound of moving, thinking that there were not a few ghosts in their hearts. There are only a few people, who want to be an old farmer in the countryside safely, with their hands in their sleeves, as if they are smiling as if they are watching a good show.

"Rabbit...... Rabbit cub, it's really domineering" The ghost knife lay on his back on the ground, covering his chest with one hand, and wanted to get up with the other hand, but he went back and forth several times, but he didn't have the strength to sit up, but there were repeated blood stains oozing from the corners of his mouth. After speaking, his face was full of sadness, and he closed his eyes: "Give me a good time" It turned out that he knew that he couldn't escape this doom, so he dared to scold Brother Lin.

Brother Lin squatted down, patted the body of the ghost knife, and said: "Sure enough, it's someone outside, and there's a lot of fat on the body" As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Lai San, who was facing the old god on his sleeve, showing a mouthful of big white teeth, and asked with a smile: "Lai San'er, how do you say that word? It's whoever pays more money and who gets the goods, what's it called?"

Lai San raised his eyebrows and responded: "Brother Lin, that's called 'auction'"

"Yes, yes, auction, let's pretend to be a city man today, the one with the highest price will get it, this good skin and good meat, I'm afraid it can be the best bait." Brother Lin stood up and looked around the cottage: "Uncles and brothers, the one with the highest price will get it."

"You butcher, ...... beast" The ghost knife heard the words like a split, but this time Brother Lin's pediatrics didn't get used to him, and before he could spit out his dirty words, he ran towards the big head with one foot, and it was really cracked.

"Lai San'er, you have to tell me about the outside another day, Lao Tzu is so big, and he hasn't been out of this 100,000 mountains yet, I heard that the little ladies outside are all white and fresh, and their big hands are full of water. What's more, a pair of steamed buns hook people's souls, the most wonderful little buttocks' hehe"

"Hehe, it's easy to say," Lai San'er smiled, "If you want to talk about this, Lao Tzu is talking about three days and three nights, I'm afraid it will hook your soul out." ”

Everyone heard that Lai San was amused by Brother Lin, and they shouted one by one to take him out to try it, so it was not lively.

"It's snowy again, it seems that a lot of heroes will starve to death" After everyone dealt with the wreckage of the ghost knife, they listened to the wind and snow howling outside, and their tones were very worried.

"Starve to death a hero? I'm afraid it's a bad breed like you, how can a hero starve to death, isn't it Brother Lin?"

"Okay, you're a rammer, but Lao Tzu didn't mess with you Lin Quan, it's clever to pat Brother Lin's ass" The worried man who had just said something smiled at Lin Quan and scolded.

"That's right, Brother Lin and I might have been a family five hundred years ago."

"You come with me" Seeing that everyone was playing haha, the old Lin pointed at Brother Lin with a burning stick in his hand.

Everyone in the grass hall heard Lao Lin's voice, and was quiet for a moment, and when they saw that they were calling Brother Lin, they began to laugh again with the unfinished meat jokes, but if you look closely, you will find that the smiling face always looks a little stiff.

The small flames in the stove flickered and swayed, flickering and dimming against the people in the hall.

It is said that this thatched cottage was originally only similar to the teahouse on the ordinary rivers and lakes, and I wanted to point out something unusual, that is, when Lao Lin took the infant Lin Geer in and out of this place twenty years ago, he was noisy.

"The surname of this museum is Lin" Lao Lin was not at that time, and the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand was also very cold.

Lai San always said that Lao Lin was not old at that time, and when he first came here, he was covered with blood and vicissitudes, holding Lin Ge'er in one hand, and holding a sword in the other, he killed more than a dozen people and seized this grass hall, and also set up the rule of 'no force is allowed in the grass hall'. Listening to Lai San's recollection, Lao Lin has killed a lot of people one after another in those years, and most of the remaining people who are still alive are astute people, but in other words, it really doesn't make a difference who this cottage belongs to, in the end, it is also a place to exchange resources and keep warm from the cold. It is a good thing that Lao Lin forcibly took this place, and he made a rule, which is also the only secluded and safe place in the 100,000 mountains.

When Brother Lin heard this, his face was full of disgust: "Is that old immortal really so powerful?"

Lai San pursed his lips at that time: "Nuo, you ask the old people here for more than 20 years, how many don't remember Lin Yijian?" Lai San said this, put away his hanging appearance, his face was full of amazement and admiration, and he pointed straight like a sword: "Well, anyone who is against the enemy is a sword to lead the neck" said and shrunk his neck as if he was afraid of the power of the sword, and then said to Lin Ge'er mysteriously: "I don't know if others have examined the corpse, and the wounds on the neck are all two inches long, no more, no less" and exclaimed:" What an amazing control. ”

Brother Lin once wanted to ask why the old man has become what he is now, if the children of the rivers and lakes live for one hundred and eighty years without disasters, it is only normal, and the person who holds the sword cultivates his mind more, what happened twenty years ago, so that Lin Yijian, who was in the prime of life, became an old forest.