Immortal Sword Master

"Old rules of the rivers and lakes!" An Ying hurriedly loudly. After speaking, he looked at Lin Xin a little uneasily.

Lin Linxin was completely inexperienced, nodded at her, and motioned for herself. Most of the memories left in my head are for those who cannot come to the gym, so they must be compensated. However, for the first time, he encountered such a situation, playing drums in his heart, so nervous that he could only be resolved by An Ying.

Finally Huo Hengdao left all the weapons, plus more than ten or two pieces of silver on his body, before retreating.

This is a large amount. Lin Xin converted it according to the price in memory. Silver is equivalent to more than 10,000 yuan. Weapons are also prohibitively expensive. Although there are only three knives in total, the cost of each one is no less than 7,000 or 8,000 yuan. Especially in an environment where such weapons are controlled by martial officials, it is even more valuable. A total of more than 30,000 income.

I waited for Huo Hengdao to withdraw, An Ying put away her sword, Lin Xin was relieved. At this time, Lu Yu ran out of the room and started to pack up the weapons and silver on the ground. Lu Yun also proposed that the bucket of water began to clear the blood on the ground.

Lin Xin looked at An Ying with an innocent look. This guy is illiterate and has no culture. Although he is better than brother and sister Lu Yun, he is also limited. Seeing the impassioned admiration on her face, this guy knows that he Lin Xinru ’s identity has long been rooted in love.

Xin Lin was born in a wealthy business family. She read literacy from a young age, and she looks good, and she manages the pavilion fairly well. She has no worries about food and clothing. In this era of reading and literacy, it is really high-level talents.

Plus it looks okay, and the family has money. In modern terms, it is the standard high-rich handsome, but also a higher education!

"唉 ....." I remembered what the old man said to him at the end of the day, and now he is the head of the Dao, Lin Xin suddenly lost his fear of An Ying's dazzling sword and sighed.

"Take care of yourself. Is there anything hurt?" He asked.

Su Anying suddenly turned red, and twisted a little.

"A little bit hurt ..."

"Where? I'll show it to you." Lin Xin is half a medical major, exhaling and going up to show her.

"This ..." An Ying's face turned redder.

"Where is it?" Lin Xin was speechless. But looking at Yu Luyun's strange look on the road, he suddenly remembered that the world was not his previous, the line of defense between men and women was much larger. His move was obviously a bit out of place.

Even if the children of the rivers and lakes are not restrained, it is a bit absurd to be so careless.

"It's a leg ....." An Ying bowed her head like a mosquito, "Trouble Master ..."

"Where did you hurt your leg?" But now that he had spoken, his cheeks were reddish and he just kept going.

Wu Anying turned around silently, and sure enough, there was an obvious cut on the back of her thigh. The strange thing was that the wound was thin and there was not much blood flowing out.

"唉 ...." Lin Xin sighed again. Suddenly I feel a little accustomed to life in this world.

"Lu Yu went to get some medicine and put her on." He could only do so.

"The medicine ... the medicine is gone, so I can only buy it down the mountain ..." Lu Yu whispered.

Zhe Linxin remembered that the medical technology of this era was very poor. Many medicines were not effective and could only be used immediately. Some commonly used trauma medicines are expensive. Because there is no assembly line production, the cost is high.

Usually these things were taken down by him to go home to get, but now ... he is no longer Lin Xinru, but Lin Xin. How can he go back and see his parents here?

"Let's wait for a while ..." Lin Xin also roughly recognized several herbs that can treat trauma, as well as anti-inflammatory drugs such as dandelion.

After a bit of busyness, he went to the mountain to collect some of his only recognizable herbs and smashed them to An Ying.

Kushiro Yunlu Yun cooks and cooks as usual, An Ying returns to the house to practice, and Lin Xin has nothing to do.

He found a place to sit down, looking at the already dim sky, and his heart was confused.

He came to this place somehow, and he didn't know what he should do.

I sat at the gate of the gymnasium. He looked at the gray stone steps that stretched all the way down. He just wanted to sit so quietly and take a good rest.

Snapped.

He slapped him around his neck, a blood-red mosquito with the size of a coin, falling from the palm of his hand. The mosquito had been beaten into a piece of paper, and the blood inside was squeezed out.

The blood was spotted on his neck and felt a little damp.

"His ... Such a big mosquito ..." Lin Xin was speechless and felt that his neck had become swollen.

Suddenly, at the corner of his eyes, a dark shadow appeared on the stone steps, and he hurried toward the hall.

Hei Ying walked a few steps down the stone steps, and seemed to move calmly, but fast. Just in the field of vision just a few blinks of time before the large facade of the museum.

The Talai was a middle-aged man with a big beard in black. He wore a short knife on his waist and a forest embroidered on his chest.

"Young Master? Why are you sitting here?" When the man saw Lin Xin, he suddenly felt a little surprised.

"You are ... Uncle Lin Hao?" Lin Xinru quickly found the corresponding character from memory.

Lin Linhao, one of the three strongest martial arts masters in the Lin family's nursing homes, is known for his short-handed knives in several cities and is one of the masters of the Lin family.

The Lin family is a big clan with many celebrities nearby. Naturally, it also has a force to protect the family industry. Compared with Hongsongmen, it is much stronger. There are hundreds of people in the nursing team alone. All of them are ingenious soldiers. As long as more than ten people are surrounded, a small master like An Ying can't escape.

And this is just a weak force of the Lin family.

As a wealthy businessman, Lin Xinwen's father, Lin Zhiwen, is known to everyone in Hongsong City.

Lin Linhao ran up the mountain at this juncture, apparently not all right.

This is not good news for Lin Xin. It is necessary to know that Lin Xinru used to escape from the family to escape from the mountain.

"Uncle Hao, what are you doing here?" Lin Xinru stood up, patted directly, regardless of the mud on his buttocks, and asked in a light tone. Completely learned the tone of Lin Xinru's previous tone.

Lin Linhao exhaled.

"Master told me to tell you, it's been long enough. It's time to go home."

He glanced at the broken door number of the Korean pine tree branch.

"What's the effect of hiding in this run-down path? Lin family, you have to go back sooner or later to inherit the master's business."

"It's my business if I can't go back. I don't need the old man to control it." Lin Xin snorted.

Dad Lin Zhiwen, as a local tyrant, naturally looks down on the red pine door that has fallen and is about to close.

But he remembers that every time he goes back, among the children in the family, his elder brother is not doing his job. Several other younger brothers and sisters have begun to manage their accounts and people at home to create income and profits. He still asks for money at home, and never spends money.

Thought of this, he added another sentence.

"I am not here to learn martial arts?"

"Some people in Xuewu's family are taught by people. Although the strength of Hongsong Taoist is not weak, it is similar to your second uncle. There is no need to run here to suffer." Lin Hao said, looking at Lin Xinru's indifferent appearance, so I'm much lazy to talk about, and I've talked too much about it anyway, it's long been useless.

"Forget it, this time I came to inform you that the Shu family has recently come, the master may be busy for a while, and treat a few VIPs. I haven't been very peaceful recently, and my family has insufficient staff, so you can go down the mountain as little as possible."

"I know."

"Well, this is the money of the month." Lin Hao took a small black bag from behind and handed it to Lin Xin.

Gao Linxin took it over, and inside was some heavy coins and broken silver.

"Relax, there are no people on the mountain, there is little oil and water, and there are sisters and sisters, even if there is a robber, it will not be seen." He replied casually.

Lin Linhao nodded, but his face was a little heavy.

"Master, be careful. Someone may be following our Lin family recently. This time, the master asked Shu masters to help punches for this purpose." He lowered his voice.

Gao Linxin's heart was a little cold. When he saw Lin Hao's words, he turned and left. His movements were light and agile, and he couldn't help being envious. There is also some vigilance, this environment is not as safe as imagined ...

If An Ying is not around ...

The family doesn't look down on Hongsongmen very much. He naturally despises studying martial arts here.

I watched Lin Hao move away quickly, he sat for a while before turning back into the gate.

There was no one in the courtyard, and there was a faint voice from the kitchen. It seemed that Brother Lu and Sister were dealing with something.

Wu Anying's room was swaying with oil, as if she was working hard.

Although the small return element of Hongsongmen is the most sparse and common practice, it is not something that anyone can practice. It requires a certain physical fitness to practice.

He shook his head, and Lin Xin stepped towards his room, reminiscent of the previous horizontal knife door approach, and with the news heard today, he felt more and more unsafe in this world.

"You must learn some self-defense skills. UU reading www.uukanshu.com." He had a hint of thought in his mind.

"This body itself has some swordsmanship foundations. Recovery, it should have some effect."

Mind something in his head, he recalled the booklet Master Lian gave to him before he died.

"What is the secret skill?" In fact, he had long been envious of Shi Guiyuan's little guiyuan. Except for Shimei in the door, neither he nor Brother Luyun could practice, which seemed to be inconsistent in physique.

He also tried several times these days because of his curiosity about qigong, but it all ended without problems.

I remembered that booklet today, and there was another glimmer of hope in his heart.

"Go back and look again, maybe there is something secret hidden in it."

I returned to the room. He looked around and determined that there was no one. He listened carefully to the outside movement and made sure that no one was near.

Then he got in from under the bed he was sleeping in. There was a hidden door on the inside wall of the bed, which he slightly pried open, and inside it was the yellow pamphlet and some broken silver.

I took out the booklet and Lin Xin crawled backward from the bed.

Snapped.

Suddenly he slaps a hand on his shoulder.

"Who!!"

Zhe Linxin was startled, turned back suddenly, and saw a tall figure standing behind him. He sneered and looked at himself.

"Wait for a few days, you finally willing to take out the secret technique?" The shadow of the figure voiced a chill.