Balian was vaguely aware of the invisible battlefield and smoke unfolding between the two of them. He swallowed unconsciously and subconsciously rubbed his palms against his thighs a few times out of uneasiness.
At the moment of the dilemma, some movement came from outside the cave, causing the monks who had closed their eyes to rest and recuperate to suddenly open their eyes.
They cheered with great surprise: "The young master is back."
"The master is back!"
"Hurry up and boil some water to make some noodles. The young master has been away all day. I'm afraid he's already hungry."
"Ouch, the young master is injured! The doctor quickly prepares some medicine to bandage the young master!"
The sudden change also interrupted the tense relationship between the two aunts.
Su Jing and Yin Baishuang looked at each other wordlessly, then turned their heads away without looking at the other.
Balian breathed a sigh of relief and stroked his chest fearfully.
Bailian originally knew a thing or two about the young master that everyone spoke of from Xun Guan.
This person is a hereditary first-class marquis after the famous general of Daze Kingdom, with a high status and a proper royal aristocrat.
His father inherited the national surname "Lin" and was taught by the master of the Shangyang Academy. His mother came from the same school as his father's teacher. Both parents were from the top elites of the academy. Even though they are now seen in the palace of the Zeguo Emperor,
After seeing this person, I had to call him "Little Marquis" respectfully.
No matter how you look at it, such a young master born into a noble family should not appear in such a dangerous place.
Naturally, it was not because of his own unrealistic teenage dream of a hero that he forced a young prince who was supposed to be pampered and pampered into such a situation where he lost all his dignity and became a slave to the demon clan.
His parents are both generals of the country, commanders of the emperor, noble and powerful pure-blood nobles.
It's a pity that in recent years, his parents have suffered from old wounds caused by their participation in the Anti-Zhao War and the bitter battle against the Langya Demon Sect. Both Lin and his wife returned home, leaving only their young and only son Lin Zheng to support the entire family.
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Overnight, the two family heads suddenly separated, and the Lin family gradually declined.
And Lin Zheng now only has a reputation as a martyr.
Lin Zheng was so determined to revive his family's reputation that he even risked his own life and went deep into the demon world. He was tortured under the claws of demons all day long in a place of life and death like a slave camp.
The purpose is to win the Dragon Ball today, achieve unparalleled achievements, and recreate the glory of the Lin family in the past.
Although such a passionate idea was excellent, Bailian felt that the arrangement of the young marquis Lin Zheng was not appropriate after all.
Even if he succeeded in borrowing Milu's hand and came to the land of dragon veins to find the dragon ball, how could he bring the dragon ball back to the world to prosper the Yao family when surrounded by these demons and the Dark Crow Realm Bridge was closed?
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However, seeing how much trust everyone had in him, they seemed to believe that the young prince could successfully lead them away from this sea of misery.
The desolate and rocky mine suddenly became extremely busy because of Lin Zheng's return.
Although everyone was shouting and shouting to get the medicine quickly, the young marquis's injury was not serious. There was a bloody mouth on his arm. It looked like a sword wound, and the wound seemed to be coming.
It had been treated on the way and the bleeding had stopped long ago.
Looking at Lin Zheng's steady pace, his young face was particularly heroic and dazzling as the ore illuminated him. Except for his clothes, which were stained with dust and mud and were slightly damaged, looking rather embarrassed, there were no other serious injuries on his body.
He crossed the crowd, waved his hand to signal everyone not to make a fuss, and held a cloth bag in his hand.
It seemed as if some animal had been hunted inside the bag, which was struggling and growling.
He quickly arrived in front of Su Jing, with excitement in his eyes: "Miss Jing, when I went out to explore the terrain, I luckily caught a little guy who became a spirit. You are widely involved in the art of Taoism. I wonder if you can
To form a psychic oracle with this little guy?"
The underground dragon veins cover mountains and rivers. Even if it is the land of the dragon's tail, its territory is more than a thousand miles long.
If you want to find the specific location of the Dragon Ball, you may have to ask the earth spirits to identify the location.
Balian couldn't help but feel surprised when he heard Lin Zheng's high-spirited expression.
Judging from his cultivation, he is only at the Tuohai realm. There are many seniors at the Spirit-bearing realm in the mines. They don't dare to wander into this deep world of earth alone at will. This young prince doesn't have a fire demon lantern.
Under such circumstances, he was able to capture a spirit alive.
The means are quite good.
Ze lives in the southern country, is based on Yang, and serves Taixuan.
Shangyang Academy is the royal academy of cultivation, while Taixuanzong is the state religion of Zeguo. In terms of status, Taixuan is above Shangyang.
Therefore, the special respect and admiration for Su Jing in Lin Zheng's eyes is not unreasonable.
Su Jing glanced at the cloth bag in his hand, without even asking him to open it and look at it. His clear eyes seemed to see through the origin of this spirit at a glance.
There was no emotion in her eyes, and she spat out four words as coldly as smoke: "The spirit of sword energy."
Lin Zheng's eyes suddenly brightened, and his expression became even more excited: "Sword Qi Spirit?!"
Su Jing averted his eyes, as if he was not too interested in this thing: "The sword energy turns into a spirit, and it only speaks to the sword. If you swallow a spiritual sword for it, it will automatically speak to you."
Hearing this, the joy on Lin Zheng's face became even greater. After bowing deeply to Su Jing, he untied his cloth bag, stretched out his hand and struck behind, saying, "Ye Shu, let me lend you your sword."
He stretched out his hand very naturally and asked for it as a matter of course, as if he had never realized how important a sword was to a monk.
What's more, the freedom and dignity of the monks in the slave camp were deprived by the slave taming officers. With Milu's overbearing and arbitrary temperament, how could he give them the opportunity to privately equip themselves with more weapons?
Therefore, everyone in the room is basically equipped with a sword.
We still don’t know what kind of crisis we will encounter ahead. If we lose our sword, our ability to protect ourselves will undoubtedly be greatly reduced.
Only then did everyone notice that a young man in green clothes was following Lin Zheng step by step. He did not deliberately hide his aura.
But in front of a person like Lin Zheng, who has a strong sense of presence like a rising sun, he seems to have become extremely insignificant, making it difficult for people to notice his existence.
Lin Zheng was talking about borrowing the sword, and there was no command in his tone.
But even an outsider like Bailian can feel the difference in status between the two.
Ye Shu stood there for a while without moving, perhaps because he lowered his head. The pair of abrupt shoulder blades on his back made his figure look particularly hard, thin and cold.
Lin Zheng, who couldn't get a response, gradually became impatient. He repeated his words again and said: "Ye Shu, lend me your sword. When you get back, I will give you a better one."
Almost no one who knows Lin Zheng would doubt the weight of his words.
Although Lin Zheng sometimes behaves extremely arrogantly and unscrupulously, as if he never knows how high and deep the sky is, he has never gone back on his promises.
He said he would give him a better sword in return, which was definitely not a perfunctory statement.
Everyone saw Lin Zheng's eagerness and urgency, and couldn't help but frowned, accusing Ye Shu of wrongdoing: "The young marquis is waiting to use the sword. This is your master's order. You, the son of a retainer, are you going to disobey the order?"
Can’t do it?”
"The young marquis promised you a thousand pieces of gold. He said he would give you a better sword. Naturally, he would not ask for your sword in vain. What's more, since you are a servant of the Lin family, not to mention a sword, how much food and clothing do you have on you?
It's not owned by the Lin family, so why are you so blind to the master's orders?"
"Hmph, if it were me, a mere sword can buy me a glimmer of hope. I would have held the sword with both hands long ago."
Ye Shu's shoulders trembled, and he finally had a reaction. After a while, he slowly raised his face, his eyes filled with gloom, and his voice was very cold: "Then come."
The man who had just spoken suddenly froze in his chattering mouth, and couldn't help but said angrily: "What the young marquis wants is your sword, what does it have to do with me! You can't shirk it, my master can do something for me, it's your family.
You should fulfill your duty as a slave, but you still dare to push back and obstruct me like this. If the old marquis hadn't taken you in as an orphan on the battlefield, you would have died under the cavalry of some army.
I remember that even the sword in your hand now was given to you by the old Marquis when he was still alive. What? Now that the old Marquis is gone, the young Marquis can’t control you. Or are you really
I think, as the rumors say, after you get the Sword of Chengdao from Shangyang Academy, you can turn over and become the head of the prince's palace!"
Human monks who have been wallowing in the night of life and death where demons are dancing all year round are constantly fighting for the darkness of death. Over the years, their temperament has become somewhat better.
Such a person has long been tempered by blood, cold, and various threats of death to become the acrimonious and mean person he is today.
There was a loud bang.
From the solid stone wall of the mine, a cold stone was plucked out by one hand, and angrily it fell to pieces under the man's feet.
The color of extremely angry blood flowed upstream on Lin Zheng's face, and his eyes were frighteningly dark, with boiling molten iron pouring into them and turning into flames.
The man jumped up in shock, with a look of fear on his face: "Little... little Marquis."
As if he had been touched on a topic that shouldn't be touched, Lin Zheng's youthful and energetic face showed a stern look: "When will it be your turn, a member of a third-rate family, to have something to say about the affairs of my Lin family's Marquis Mansion?"
Four!”
The man seemed to realize that his excited nonsense had offended the young marquis, and he quickly shut up and kept silent.
Compared to the anger of the young marquis, Ye Shu, who was sharply targeted, reacted extremely unusually and slowly calmed down. He raised his eyes and looked at Lin Zheng, his eyes cold and bottomless.
The pale knuckles pressed against the hilt of the sword loosened little by little. He untied the sword belt, threw the sword out of its scabbard, then turned around and left the mine.
Lin Zheng pulled out the sword he threw over, his dark eyes reflected the word "white water" on the sword, and his tone was cold: "What a white water sword."
As a student with excellent moral character in Shangyang Academy, logically speaking, even if he was trying to establish contact with the spirit of sword energy, he would never ruin an extremely important Taoist disciple of the academy so easily.
sword.
Lin Zheng's sneer face hinted at a bit of jealousy and bitterness.
The son of a prince, general, and prime minister is actually jealous of a domestic servant?
The sword energy spirit that was released from the cloth bag had the appearance of an immature child, and its body shape was very similar to Shou's, but it did not have the cold aura unique to Yin objects in Shou's body.
Soon, it unceremoniously ate the white water sword fed by Lin Zheng, then stroked its belly and burped, seemingly very satisfied.
Perhaps it had not had a full meal in this dark place for a long time, and suddenly it was fed such a 'big meal'. The way it looked at Lin Zheng couldn't help but change from hostility to a bit of intimacy.
It didn't show much resistance to Lin Zheng's psychic technique, and cooperated very well with him to complete a perfect spiritual communication.
During the conversation that others could not understand, Lin Zheng's face became more and more joyful, and his eyes looking at the sword spirit became more and more like he had found a treasure.
After the spiritual talk, Lin Zheng told everyone good news.
His luck was indeed blessed by God. The sword spirit he had worked so hard to catch turned out to be one of the three thousand sword spirits of the Dragon Slaying Sword at the Dragon Tail.
In this way, the day when everyone finds the Dragon Ball is naturally not far away.
Everyone was very happy, and the atmosphere in the mine suddenly became extremely hot and exciting at the news of this surprise. A few people even clamored to open a jar of wine and have a good drink.
Lin Zheng, who was in a good mood, naturally cheered happily.
Balian couldn't stand the noisy atmosphere, so he simply told Xun Guan a few times that he wanted to walk around.
Xun Guan was also immersed in the joy of finding the sword spirit of the Dragon Slayer Sword so quickly, and had no time to greet Bailian.
After casually telling him not to stray too far from the defensive formation set up by everyone, he joined the crowd and went to celebrate and toast to the young Marquis Lin Zheng.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Holding the lamp, Bai Lian quickly came out of the mine. The damp and dark wind in the earth's veins rose up, and there was a coolness in the face, and the wind seemed to be dyed with sadness.
Meaning, adding a touch of desolation and emptiness to this world.
"You can't see with your eyes and walk with a lantern. Don't you think it's a bit of a double act?" Not far away, Ye Shu's voice came through the wind and sand. His voice was a bit low and hoarse, but it didn't sound like a young man's voice.
Also, his cultivation level is at the same level as Lin Zheng's, so how can he be a young man in age?
It's just that for some unknown reason, his body's growth cycle stopped, and his years stayed in his youth forever, never growing up.
Bai Lian glanced sideways, followed the direction of Ye Shu's words, smiled, and said: "This lamp can search for spirits, it is not used to guide the way."
To Ye Shu, Balian should be a strange face. For a stranger to suddenly join their team, even a person like Xun Guan, who doesn't seem to have much scheming, is constantly pushing his identity.
But Ye Shu didn't seem to be interested in any of this. He was quiet for a moment and then asked the question he was interested in: "Why don't you drink and celebrate with them?"
Balian tilted his head and asked in confusion: "Why are we celebrating? Is there some happy event?"
Ye Shudao: "With the spirit of sword energy guiding the way, they will be able to find the dragon ball soon. Once they find the dragon ball, they can leave the devil world."
Balian laughed and shook his head, but said nothing.
At this time, Ye Shu, who was supporting the grotto, covered his mouth with one hand, as if he wanted to speak, but could not make any sound.
His shoulders were trembling, and his extremely thin back was bent hard, forming a tight arc. He coughed heartbreakingly, and his throat and heart seemed to be brutally sliced open by an invisible blade.
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Along with his violent coughing and suppressed vomiting, hot blood spurted out from his fingers, flowing all over the ground in colorful, scarlet and sad colors.
The thin green clothes smeared out a large area of wet red little by little, and such a cold and melancholy person seemed to become extremely haggard in an instant. If you like Long Night Walk, please collect it: (www.sodu777.net) Long Night Walk search novel website updates