I Can Become a Treasure by Picking Up Garbage

  "Since ten years ago, the treasures in the secret realm have gradually decreased. The treasures obtained in the previous year have been less than one percent of what they were ten years ago."

  Lin foundry spoke lightly, and when these words came out, the people below suddenly exploded.

   "No wonder the Lin family has fallen a bit in recent years!"

  "How can this be done? Without the support of the Secret Realm, the Lin Family will be inferior to one generation!"

"Hey……"

  These masters are the best among the Lin family's disciples. At this time, they are frowning, a little older, and even shaking their heads and smiling, knowing what it represents. The secret realm is the root of the Beiming Lin family!

   "Patriarch, is mine right?" Lin Daihong finished, looking at Lin Changsheng.

"This matter is true." Lin Changsheng said, and said again, "Although there are fewer treasures in the secret realm, but with the current resources, it is still enough for the Lin family to use. Moreover, the depths of the secret realm have not been explored. Among them, There may be countless treasures."

  "Patriarch...Don't forget the danger in the depths of the secret realm. Thousands of disciples of the Lin family who have marched in three years, plus an elder of the peak realm, still have no news."

  Lin Daihong spoke quietly, and after finishing, Lin Changsheng frowned.

"My disciples of the Lin family...cluster, it is no longer able to accommodate the development of the Beiming Lin family. Without the secret realm, the Beiming Lin family is just the Lin family. If this continues, it is inevitable to lose the name Beiming, but if it continues to be stubborn Stay here, the waiting Lin family is perish." Lin Daihong said loudly.

   "Pop----" Lin Changsheng slapped the armrest of the chair hard, got up angrily, "Don't confuse the crowd!"

   "Patriarch, I deceived the crowd? You ask this full house of disciples if they are willing to stay on this border for the rest of their lives, or if they are willing to die in vain?"

  Lin Daihong glanced at Lin Changsheng contemptuously, and then at the disciples who were talking about it.

  A disciple of the Lin family couldn't help but say: "Then...how can we survive?"

   "Bei Ming, Nan Sheng, Dong Ye, Xi Gu, the four ancient martial arts families have endured for a long time. If you want to survive, you can only go to war, and Dong Ye is the best choice."

  Lin Daihong smiled slightly, and when he finished, Lin Changsheng was furious: "Stop your mouth! Put your whole game away. The war between the ancient martial families is nothing short of mischief. Do you want a chaos in China?"

But Lin Changsheng’s words didn’t make all the disciples care. On the contrary, it was Lin Daihong’s words that let them actively discuss. For all the disciples, Lin Changsheng, who has been out for more than 20 years, has not yet reached the realm of the master of the Patriarch, really There is no prestige.

"Dongye, there are grasslands everywhere, all seasons are like spring, and there are all kinds of fruits and vegetables. Looking at Beiming, there are rocks and sand everywhere. The most rare food is potatoes. In Dongye, there are countless potatoes, and the tastes of mountains and seas are endless. "When Lin Daihong saw the hearts of the disciples, he added oil and jealousy.

"is this real?"

  Some disciples said in disbelief, that’s potatoes. Their daily three meals in Beiming are nothing more than rice. Potatoes are hard for them to eat, and that Dongye actually...

   "I want to eat potatoes all at once, and I don't want to live in fear!"

   "Listening to Dong Ye is very comfortable, there is no **** pit at all!"

  "The four ancient martial arts families are the same, so why should we let the Lin family contribute?"

  …………

  A group of disciples talked a lot.

  "Hey...Why don't you disband the Lin family, or move elsewhere, and have to attack other ancient martial arts families?" Lin Hong wrote a note like this and threw it into Lin Yun's hand.

"It is impossible to disband in the first place. If you let this group of people enter the society, you can't figure out what troubles will be made. As for why you don't move elsewhere... Because the ancient family of warriors has the rules and honors of the ancient family of warriors, and more It's stubborn."

  Lin Yun didn’t make it clear, but the word “rules” already summarized a lot.

   "Patriarch, I formally propose that Beiming Lin's family attack Dongye Yun's family." Seeing the good response, Lin Daihong turned around and looked at Lin Changsheng.

   "Don't mention it again at this time, I don't agree!"

  Lin Changsheng finished sternly, then turned and left, which aroused the dissatisfaction of all the disciples, but Lin Daihong was delighted to see this scene. In this way, Lin Changsheng would be criticized by the disciples.

  When Lin Changsheng left completely, none of the people present did not leave.

   "Can you... tell me more carefully, how can the Lin family get out of the predicament?"

  "Yes, yes, no outsiders are there."

  "……"

  These disciples looked forward to seeing Lin Daihong, and Lin Daihong was not welcome, and began to talk.

  Lin Yun and Lin Hong's second skirt also wanted to leave, but Lin Daofeng stood beside them, staring at them closely, and refused to leave at all.

  Lin Hong said nothing. From the corner of his eyes, he suddenly saw the aisle connecting the hall and other rooms. A servant-like person ran away hastily. The key to this servant was holding a blood-stained whip in his hand.

  This whip is very familiar, Lin Hong took a closer look, it turned out to be Lin still’s whip!

  No, Lin Hong ran towards that side. Lin Daofeng wanted to stop him, but when he thought that the entire hall had been sealed, he concentrated on guarding Lin Yun and ignored the mere subordinate.

  …………

  ……

  Lin Hong came to the aisle, but saw that the servant was no longer visible, and there was a lot of residual blood in the aisle. He followed these traces and ran along the place where the servant came.

  No matter what the servant, Lin's safety is the most important thing.

  One minute, just one minute, Lin Hong found that the blood was leading into a room, and walked in directly.

   "You... why are you here?"

Lin was still leaning against the wall, her face pale, weak in words, and very slight, as if she was about to die in the next second, and her thirteen stab wounds on her body were bleeding with blood and dyed her clothes red.

Lin Hong frowned and walked forward~www.wuxiahere.com~ After another word, she opened her clothes, the wound in it was hideous, and there was a stab wound stabbed in a blood vessel in the middle, and blood was gushing. It won’t be long before Lin still goes on like this. Will die because of excessive blood loss.

   "What are you doing!" Lin was still ashamed, exhausted the last bit of strength in his body, but only made his voice louder.

  Lin Hong still had no words, but took out a few recovery pills from his arms. After hesitating for a while, he rubbed one of them into powder and prepared to sprinkle it on Lin still’s wound.

Like this kind of dying injury, he dared not rush to feed the recovery pill. There is no reason for him, but he was afraid that the pill would hurt people to death before he could save them. Just as he was about to take the medicine, Lin still Suddenly he began to resist, forcibly twisting his body, as if he was shy.

  "Don't move, I'm not interested in you." Lin Hong frowned, directly pressed Lin Dian and started to apply the medicine.

  Lin was still extremely embarrassed and angry, feeling that Lin Hong was taking advantage of the danger, but she was unable to break free. Just as she was about to bite her tongue and kill herself, the place where Lin Hong had sprinkled powder suddenly came in severe pain.

   "Uh ah———"

  This pain made Lin still pale, paler, like a piece of white paper.

Her painful tears flowed down, and the pain struggled to escape, but Lin Hong pressed her arm firmly, making her unable to escape. After a while, the deadliest wound healed, but Lin was still, and there was nothing to say about the pain. : "Let me die, please..."