It was a quiet midnight in the Zhendong Army barracks. Even the soldiers on patrol began to feel sleepy. Suddenly, five consecutive miserable shouts woke up the sleepy soldiers. In the northwest corner of the barracks, in a tent where soldiers rested
, a wisp of fire burst out, which was particularly eye-catching in the dark night. The fire grew stronger and stronger, and soon the entire camp was on fire. It quickly spread to the surrounding area with the night wind.
"It's on fire."
"Quickly put out the fire." Looking at the soldiers rushing back and forth carrying washbasins and buckets, Guo Lin smiled slightly and left the military camp. If the entire military camp of the Zhendong Army was burned down now, it would definitely alarm the imperial capital.
He did not want to break up with the Zhao family royal family until they were strong enough to protect the entire Guo family. Moreover, he believed that what he had done in the Zhendong Plain in the past year had attracted the attention of some people in the imperial capital.
If someone deliberately made a fuss about this in front of Emperor Zhao Kuo, the Guo family would be in danger again. Guo Lin, who regarded himself as a sinner of the family, felt that he owed too much to his father Guo Yun who protected him at all costs. So the next thing to do is to do it as soon as possible
disappeared from under their noses.
Returning to Wangyou Valley, Guo Lin walked directly into the cave where Yu Fengzi lived. He saw his master sitting on the bed, reading shabby books. He strode forward and said straight to the point: "Master, I want to make an artist's mask.
I want to ask you for a permanent elixir."
Guo Lin learned about the artist's mask from the Demon Refining Heart Sutra. It is an extremely high-end human skin mask. After wearing it and taking the Eternal Strength Pill, even the most powerful person will find it difficult to see the slightest trace of disguise.
trace.
Closing the yellowed book, Yu Fengzi, who had white eyebrows and a big nose, smiled strangely: "Little guy, how do you know I have a Yonggu Dan?"
"You guessed it." Guo Lin chuckled and said, "With the master's ability, how could he not be able to get this elixir that is only a middle-grade second-grade pill?" Yu Fengzi felt particularly comfortable with this flattery. He did have it.
Although the techniques of the Yonggu Dan and the Demon Refining Heart Sutra cannot be practiced due to state issues, Yu Fengzi has memorized all the prescriptions recorded in them.
And in these years, he basically passed the time while refining medicine and collecting medicinal materials. Refining medicine requires some materials, which is why Guo Lin had a corpse-repelling grass in his hand when he first met him that day.
Yu Fengzi waved and handed the jade bottle containing the elixir to Guo Lin. He said: "Nuo, take it. Although the master does not agree with your method, he does not stop you. This is your decision."
I hope you won’t regret your choice.”
Of course, what he was referring to was Guo Lin's plan to hide the truth. He was originally puzzled by Guo Lin's sudden capture of a soldier, but now he guessed it after hearing him talk about making an artist's mask and asking for the Eternal Strength Pill.
Guo Lin nodded seriously. He calculated this plan in his mind more than a dozen times and confirmed that there were no flaws before he took action. He took out the cauldron on the spot and lit a fire in the master's cave.
The main materials needed for the artist's mask are phoenix jade emulsion, crystal glue, and queen bee liquid... The most important of them, phoenix jade emulsion, is already available. As for the crystal glue and queen bee liquid, he bought them on the black market after he came up with this idea.
Two red firebirds floated out of Guo Lin's white palm, causing the temperature of the surrounding air to rise suddenly for a long time. Under the firelight, Guo Lin's delicate face showed a red color.
Yu Fengzi jumped up from the bed, stood aside and laughed and cursed: "You brat, you really know how to choose a place, the old man doesn't have to sleep tonight?"
Guo Lin said awkwardly: "Master, please be patient, you will be fine soon." He didn't want to go back and face He Zuo'an. After the firebird flew into the medicine cauldron under Guo Lin's control, it slowly circled around the medicine cauldron.
The center rotated and summoned three more firebirds one after another. Guo Lincai threw in a total of ten materials used to refine the artist's mask in a certain order. The first one was a brick-sized phoenix jade breast, which he obtained from Liu Yun.
The piece of phoenix jade breast obtained from the top of the mountain, covering an area of half a square meter, was cut from it and was also the main material for refining the body of Long Wei.
Five flamingos, connected end to end, formed a circle and kept flying in the medicine cauldron. Under the control of Guo Lin's soul power, they were very obedient. A trace of spiritual power poured into the medicine cauldron, replenishing the flamingos.
Energy that passes at any time.
When they turned to the fiftieth circle and the temperature in the center of the medicine cauldron rose to thousands of degrees, the phoenix jade emulsion finally turned into a liquid state, and the liquid was dotted with golden colors. The other materials, before the phoenix jade emulsion turned into liquid, interacted with each other.
It's almost integrated.
Smiling slightly, Guo Lin bit his index finger, flicked it, and a drop of blood flew into the medicine cauldron. According to the Demon Refining Heart Sutra, the artist's mask that he wanted to make was the same as his face, and his blood was necessary.
Okay. There’s no reason why, it’s written like this, so Guo Lin did it. He didn’t know why a drop of blood had the ability to turn the artist’s mask into his own.
Two hours later, when Guo Lin returned to the cave where he lived, carrying a fresh artist's mask and Yonggu Dan that were crystal clear and as fresh as a lychee, He Zuo'an had already put on Guo Lin's black robe. He Zuo'an
Sitting on the bed, with his hands on his knees, his eyes were dull. When he saw Guo Lin come in, he didn't react much. There was a neatly folded piece of paper beside him, and what Guo Lin asked him to explain was written on it.
thing.
"I hope you will keep your word." He Zuoan said calmly. He had already thought clearly. He knew that when Guo Lin reappeared, his life would end.
But Guo Lin threw him a brand new jade bottle and said, "Don't rush to die yet. Leave some blood in this bottle. It might be useful." Guo Lin didn't say the reason, and He Zuo'an didn't ask. He was already dead.
A little blood means nothing. Soon he filled the jade bottle with half a bottle of blood, capped it with the cork and put it aside.
His dull eyes fell on Guo Lin's pretty face. After a while, some expressions appeared.
"Can you really do it?" He Zuo'an asked again. He was about to die, and he hoped that his death would be worthwhile.
"I won't lie to a dead man and eat it." Guo Lin took out the Yonggu Dan and flicked it with his fingers, and it flew into He Zuo'an's mouth. His solemn tone made the latter close his eyes with peace of mind.
Sonorously, the Fire Cloud Sword was pulled out of its scabbard. The jumping firelight shone on the back of the knife, which was like a burning cloud, and then was drowned by the bleeding light...
There was no pain on He Zuo'an's face, but relief on the contrary. Isn't the purpose of living in humiliation just to kill the murderer one day? He regretted that he would never see those ugly Hu family members kowtow at his feet and beg for mercy.
, and the blind sister He Yixiang. Maybe there is also the tears of confession of Hu Jiao, who was once his fiancée...
When the artist's mask was put on He Zuo'an's face, Guo Lin almost thought that the person lying on the ground was him. He shook his head, took off the small metal amulet his mother gave him, and hung it around the neck of He Zuo'an's body.
He put it into the magic sealing ring like an object, and Guo Lincai picked up the suicide note he put on the bed.
He Zuo'an's calligraphy is very beautiful, but Guo Lin thought he couldn't write such good calligraphy. He wrote it eloquently and smoothly, filling the whole paper, but it didn't make people feel any clutter.
Guo Lin glanced at it, frowned slightly, and put it away. He silently made a decision in his heart before leaving.