Chapter Ninety-Three: Memories

The smile on Shan Meixian's face was even sweeter, but this time it was not just perfunctory, but more about wanting to befriend Lin Zhining, whether he was really Lin Zhining or not, there was a reason to befriend him, and with this martial art, she also wanted to get closer to Lin Zhining.

"It turned out to be the famous Brother Lin, it is better to meet by chance, since Brother Lin has come to my Dongming faction, it is better to go and drink a glass of water and wine together, so as to relieve the fatigue of the journey. Shan Meixian said with a smile.

"Thank you, madam, but Lin has been tired from the journey and is not happy, can you allow Lin to wash the dust first. Shan Meixian has a little bit of Zhu Yuyan's shadow on her, but she looks older than Zhu Yuyan and has a more mature charm, Lin Zhining who saw it was relaxed and happy, and couldn't help but be a little more polite in her words.

Shan Meixian giggled and said, "Look at me, I forgot about it." Xiaohuan, take Brother Lin to wash. ”

"Yes, ma'am. A young maid came out behind Shan Meixian, answered, walked up to Lin Zhining and said, "Mr. Lin, please come with me." ”

Lin Zhining clenched his fists again and said, "Thank you, madam, Lin took the first step." With that, he departed with the maid.

When Lin Zhining was far away, Shan Wanjing whispered to Shan Meixian: "Mother, is this person pretending, it is rumored that this Lin Zhining is not a generation of demons, I think he is very polite." ”

Shan Meixian made a pretty face and said: "Don't talk nonsense, besides, whether he is true or not, just by virtue of his martial arts across the East China Sea, it is worth us to befriend him." ”

Shan Wanjing stuck out her tongue and stopped talking, although she agreed with her mother's words, she was eager to try it in her heart, maybe it was Lin Zhining's polite gesture that made her a little bolder, and she couldn't help but want to laugh at him.

Xiaohuan acted very neatly, maybe Shan's mother and daughter couldn't stand the environment on the sea, and not long after taking Lin Zhining, there was hot water and a bath bucket prepared, and Xiaohuan helped him prepare a change of clothes.

Looking at the bath bucket with rose petals floating in the hot soup, Lin Zhining frowned slightly, not because the petals in the water made him unhappy, but Xiaohuan stood behind him, holding a towel, and kept standing by the side.

"Miss Xiaohuan, you go and get busy, you don't need to serve here. Lin Zhining said, he was a little embarrassed, he was really a little unaccustomed to being watched undressed, bathed and changed.

Xiaohuan's face was a little flushed, and he also smiled a little, and bowed his head and responded: "Yes, sir, Xiaohuan is just outside the door, just tell me if there is anything." ”

Lin Zhining waited until Xiaohuan went out, stripped off his clothes, jumped into the bucket, the warm and slightly hot water, and the hot Lin Zhining almost groaned.

Although he never forgot to take a bath when he was in the Wa Kingdom, and his martial arts could also isolate the splashing of seawater, the fishy smell of the sea still made him feel very satisfied when he soaked in the bath.

Fluttering, he remembered his journey during this time. Since the disaster of Silla and Baekje, Lin Zhining has been doing nothing, wanting to travel eastward, cross the sea, and see what kind of characters or forces are on the island on the other side of the sea, so as to give them confidence and make them call themselves the land of the rising sun.

The road to the Wa Kingdom was not very smooth, it could be said to be very dangerous, and Lin Zhining's luck was not good, on the vast sea, he actually encountered a storm that lasted all night. In the storm, there were layers of waves, dozens of feet high, and he was like a helpless boat at that time, shuttling through the rough waves.

The lightning that illuminated the heavens and the earth, the thunder like the heavens and the earth cracking, the dense rain that poured down, the howling wind that swept everything, and the waves that could easily break his bones, he fought all night in such weather.

When the storm stopped, he already felt the pain all over his body, and his true qi was endless, almost exhausted in this situation, and he was exhausted, and he even wanted to lie there at that time and recuperate.

Fortunately, the storm was not far from the island, and Lin Zhining was not disturbed by the wind and deviated too far from the course, so he finally came to the island smoothly before running out of energy.

On this island, Lin Zhining is as attractive as a light in the night, and those ragged, thin black monkey-like widows actually treat him as a fat sheep and want to rob him of everything.

However, what they didn't know was that this man, who they regarded as a fat sheep, had specially crossed the Eastern Sea to find them trouble. Those ignorant monkey-like widows were frightened by Lin Zhining's ruthlessness, and at the same time, they were also stunned by Lin Zhining's toughness, and then they actually regarded Lin Zhining as a fairy god and knelt down to worship.

It's a pity that the living immortal gods they worship didn't bring them shelter, or even good luck, they experienced storms, experienced looting, Lin Zhining didn't have time to wash, didn't have time to fill their stomachs, these resentments were all angered on them, and they didn't even have time to show a look of shock, they were already lifeless.

After correcting the landing place for a while, digesting and absorbing the experience of fighting the storm, Lin Zhining set out on a killing journey.

This is indeed not a good place, chaos and squalor are the labels here, Lin Zhining is like a trip, all the way through, leaving a legend of demons in this land.

Because he didn't just send those big families, officials and celebrities on the road like in the Three Kingdoms of Goryeo, but traveled all the way, set fires all the way, and cleaned up all the way, from south to north, and then from north to south.

After that, he found a wooden plank and embarked on a journey back to the Central Plains, leaving behind only the burning, wandering, and increasingly chaotic Wajima behind him. (To be continued.) )