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The remote and narrow and gloomy alley is called Xiangyang Alley, a little hazy moonlight is scattered, and the dark night clothes are attached to the body, as if blending into the night, and the handsome face of the fruit dew is also infected by the moonlight, lonely and arrogant.

The black-clothed young man, his eyes were as deep as water, and he looked carefully at the house located at the end of the alley, of course he was not here to be a thief or a murderer, although neither his clothes nor his actions looked convincing, but it was true, because he was Lin Pingzhi, the young dart head of the Fuwei Dart Bureau, the young master of this house.

Lin Pingzhi looked back and forth several times, but he didn't see anything wrong, so he had to calm down, took two steps towards the front door, stopped suddenly, paused slightly, and then walked to the side, and came to the window of a wing room.

I saw him stretch out his two fingers in the middle of the food, and pointed into a sword, silently the sword finger turned into a phantom and slashed from top to bottom between the window cracks, as if countless pairs of swords were pointed at the crack together, and the wooden window squeaked, swaying to both sides, revealing a dark room, Lin Ping's hand slowly rested on the hilt of the sword, and his figure disappeared out of the window in a flash, and then the window seemed to be blown by the wind, and closed with a 'whew', as if no one had ever come.

Lin Pingzhi pressed the sword, although he didn't know what the bad premonition was, but there was nothing wrong with being careful, he walked out of the wing room and walked towards the backyard, there was silence all around, only his faint footsteps echoed.

Pushing open the door of the Buddhist hall in the backyard, even in the dark room, Lin Pingzhi could take a general look, and couldn't help but sigh slightly that it was really good to have martial arts.

It is no different from the furnishings in the memory, there is a very old futon in the west of the Buddhist hall, there are wooden fish, bell chimes on the table, and a stack of Buddhist scriptures, and there is an ink painting hanging in the center, which is painted by the ancestor of Bodhidharma facing the wall for nine years, only the back can be seen, the left hand is placed behind the back, as if pinching a sword trick, and the index finger of the right hand points to the roof.

Coming here, Lin Pingzhi was not in a hurry, he had come here, and the sword book could not fly, so he looked at the furnishings here with great interest, it was very simple, and it could even be regarded as simple, without any trace of luxury, it could be seen that Lin Yuantu was not a person who was greedy for glory and wealth.

I opened the Buddha room casually, the Diamond Sutra, the Lotus Sutra, the Heart Sutra, and the Ranga Sutra...... Although Lin Pingzhi is not familiar with the Buddhist scriptures, it is also conceivable that Lin Yuantu recited the Buddhist scriptures, it is estimated that on the one hand, it is used to suppress the changes brought about after cultivating the sword technique to ward off evil spirits, and on the other hand, it is repentance.

Thinking of this, Lin Pingzhi couldn't help but look at the sky above the futon, as if he was facing a repentant monk, his hands folded piously, as if he was facing a monk who was purifying all beings, but there was a mocking smile on his face: "Amitabha...... What an ugly gesture. ”

"Well, after business, it's a private matter. Lin Pingzhi saluted the sky above the futon: "Unfilial great-grandson Lin Pingzhi respects, the past is gone, nothing can be changed, and rest well...... Although there is a good chance that we are not related by blood. ”

Without paying attention to anything else, Lin Pingzhi looked at the wall map of Bodhidharma, and followed him to the position of the roof, and then the bad premonition became more and more intense.

Lin Ping jumped up, tiles, tiles, tiles...... It's all tiles.

After exhausting his strength, a chill hit Lin Ping's heart, and the feeling of uneasiness was thick in his throat.

In a flash, he walked out of the Buddha hall and jumped onto the roof, tiles, tiles, tiles, tiles...... It was full of tiles, Lin Pingzhi's eyes opened in an instant, his hands flashed with lightning, and in a moment, he cleared a big hole in the roof.

Lin Pingzhi, who didn't believe in evil, almost demolished the entire roof.

Tile...... Sword spectrum, you are all tiles, do you know yourself?

Getting off the ground, Lin Pingzhi's heart was numb with shock, and after a while, he calmed down slightly.

The sword spectrum, empty, what the situation.

Where did it go, or rather,...... Not at all.

Lin Zhennan took it? In connection with what he said this morning, this father seems to know something, and it is not completely impossible.

As soon as this question came out, Lin Pingzhi vetoed it, Lin Zhennan's martial arts are poor, compared to the people in the rivers and lakes, he is more like a businessman, although he is brave and resourceful, but he will not go to the palace for the evil sword technique, not to mention having such a happy family.

There is also a possibility that Lin Zhennan doesn't want to go to the palace, but he doesn't want to give up, so he will take it to the palace and put it back in the future, but the logic is not right, if he is really interested, and he doesn't want to be from the palace, he just wants to understand it, he can copy it, there is no need to take it back and forth, and the Qingcheng faction did not find a copy when he copied the house.

Then, he should not have seen the sword spectrum to ward off evil spirits, and his last words may not even say this, Lin Zhennan said that it was the cellar of Xiangyang Lane, and he said that it was not to be looked at, how to look at the robe.

Of course, it is also possible that he doesn't trust Ling Hu Chong, thinking that he won't tell Lin Pingzhi, he has a lot of nonsense, true and false, let people with ill intentions go to find it blindly, don't trouble Lin Pingzhi...... Then the problem comes again, the sword technique of warding off evil is the Lin family's family swordsmanship is unchangeable, with the wisdom of Lin Zhennan will not think of this, of course, sharing the pressure should be able to do it, but one thing is for sure, he doesn't know that practicing the sword technique of warding off evil is to be from the palace, Lin Pingzhi doesn't believe that he knows at all, and will tell his son to let him practice the sword from the palace.

Wait a minute...... The old, the tiled house, the roof, the robe, all kinds of things flashed through Lin Ping's heart like lightning, and he finally knew where he was when he came, and when he saw this house, he was strange.

Lin Yuantu has been dead for decades, and the sword book written on the robe, if it is well kept, of course there is no problem, the problem is that it is placed in an old house, even if it is placed in an ordinary place in the house, the descendants of the Lin family will come to clean and clean it up every once in a while, and there will be no big problem.

Put it under the roof, in the roof tiles, on the roof tiles, the most likely in the original is in the tiles, and someone slapped the tile roof with one palm and fell down, so the question is, even if it is the other two positions, how can the robe be kept for decades without cleaning and cleaning, natural corrosion, violent storms, summer and winter cold, mosquito bites...... Even if it is not destroyed, it is impossible to preserve it well, is the robe still made of silk?

Thou shalt hang out, I do not believe.

In this way, the robe, it is impossible for Lin Yuantu to put the roof before he died, not even the Lin family, not even before today, but after today.