Lin Shaoyun closed the book and looked out the window. The clear blue sky was as clear as water, the breeze was gentle and the fragrance of flowers was fragrant, and the chirping of birds was gentle. Although he knew that his life was in danger, at this moment he had a glimmer of hope. As long as there is hope, there is survival.
He would naturally not let go of the opportunity to go down there.
His hope for survival is the Shaolin Temple's Yi Jin Jing. Although he knows that other people's martial arts secrets cannot be taught to an outsider like himself, the Shaolin Temple belongs to the Buddhist sect. Buddhism pays attention to kindness and fate. It talks about Buddhism and salvation.
As the saying goes, one life is worth more than a seven-level pagoda, but one may not be unwilling to help.
Lin Shaoyun is a master of flowers. He is naturally eloquent when he opens his mouth. He has to go to the Shaolin Temple for help. He does not want to leave this flowery world so quickly. Of course, if there is really no cure, he can only resign himself to his fate.
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At this time, Xiaodie brought him a table of delicious dishes. Of course, these meals were all added with precious medicinal materials, which were of great benefit to Lin Shaoyun's body. This meal was particularly delicious for Lin Shaoyun.
After the meal, Lin Shaoyun asked Xiaodie to prepare pen and ink for him, and then briefly wrote down his whereabouts, so as not to worry in vain if his father did not see him when he came back.
"Drive!" A carriage, a luxurious carriage galloping on the official road to the south, was pulled very fast by two fat white horses. There was a thirty-year-old coachman sitting in the carriage.
He kept shouting, and the whip in his hand kept crackling.
Lin Shaoyun was sitting in the carriage. Although the journey was bumpy and he almost fainted several times, he managed to hold on with a force of willpower. However, his face was as white as a piece of paper, without any blood.
Word.
"Brother, please stop." Lin Shaoyun couldn't stand it anymore and needed to take a rest.
"Huh..." The driver pulled the reins sharply, and the carriage stopped steadily. Lin Shaoyun felt more comfortable. He opened the curtains, and the fresh air came into his nose. What he saw was a lush forest, and some squirrels could be seen.
Jumping lively in the tall trees.
Lin Shaoyun thought to himself: "I didn't expect that I, Lin Shaoyun, would look like this when riding in a car. It's really a fate that makes things difficult for people!" Thinking of this, he couldn't help but become depressed. After being silent for a long time, he asked: "How long will it take to reach the Shaolin Temple?"
When the coachman heard this, he replied: "It will probably take half a month!"
Lin Shaoyun groaned and closed his eyes. He had been jolting for a long time, but his body couldn't bear it. Half a month later, he was probably already a corpse when he arrived at the Shaolin Temple! No matter how powerful the Yi Jin Jing is,
, can the dead be resurrected? This is of course impossible, so Lin Shaoyun frowned slightly. He didn't know whether to return to the mansion at this time or continue moving forward.
After a while, he finally made up his mind and decided to go to the Shaolin Temple for a whole day. Now that he was out, it would be very cowardly to return home before he reached his destination.
Of course, he went to the Shaolin Temple this time and sneaked out secretly. If the maids and servants in the mansion knew about it, he would not be able to get out at all, and Xiaodie would not let him out.
"Let's continue on our way! But this carriage must drive slower." Lin Shaoyun said slowly. How could the coachman know how laborious Lin Shaoyun was when he said this?
Anyway, this young man offered one tael of gold a day. By slowing down the speed of the car, he could make more money when he arrived at the Shaolin Temple. He was very happy to receive Lin Shaoyun's instructions. Once the speed of the car slowed down, Lin Shaoyun felt much more comfortable.
, he took out a small white bottle from his arms, unscrewed the cap, poured out a small black pill, opened his mouth, and swallowed it. After a while, a blush gradually appeared on his face.
, my spirit is much better than before.
The name of this pill is: Shiquan Dabu Pill. Lin Shaoyun bought it at a local drug store. He knew that his body was very weak. Only this Dabu Pill was easy to carry and would be useful on the way, but he didn't expect it.
He used it in less than a day, which showed that his body was a bit weaker than he thought.
At this moment, the carriage suddenly stopped, and there was a faint sound of fighting outside the carriage. Lin Shaoyun poked his head out and saw a big man with a scimitar in his hand. He was dancing like a wind and rain. Wherever the light of the sword flashed,
It seemed as if the air there suddenly became darker.
Lin Shaoyun couldn't help but praise: "Good sword skills!"
The people who fought against the big man were not weak either. There were seven of them in total, all holding long swords, wearing black clothes and black cloth covering their heads. Only two eyes were exposed, which were shining brightly. At a glance, you could tell that they were typical masked bandits.
.
But Lin Shaoyun didn't think so, because he saw an unusual temperament in these men in black, which was definitely not what ordinary bandits and thieves could possess. He knew that these men in black must be someone
The killers sent by a killer organization, because the moves they use are very complicated, and their attacks are all vicious and deadly.
Even though Lin Shaoyun was knowledgeable and talented, he couldn't tell which sect they came from for a while, but he recognized the sword technique used by this big man. This was the mountain-crushing sword technique in the Ten Thousand Knife Sect, Wuji.
Knife skills.
Chen Tianxing had already wiped out the Ten Thousand Sword Sect. In the whole world, only Chen Tianxing knew this sword technique. Without thinking too much, Lin Shaoyun knew that the big man was Chen Tianxing, who was known as the Seven Scum of the Wulin.
If it were Lin Shaoyun in the past, he must have taken action at this time. It is his unshirkable responsibility to eliminate the scum. But now, let alone destroying others, even self-preservation is a problem, no different from the Clay Bodhisattva.
Lin Shaoyun wanted to drive forward, but they were fighting so fiercely on the road that they blocked the road and had to stop. However, the few of them turned a blind eye to the sudden appearance of a large carriage and concentrated on the fight.
The big man suddenly laughed loudly and said: "The Seven Eagles of the Celestial City are nothing more than this in my opinion."
"What? They turned out to be the Seven Eagles of Tiancheng?" Lin Shaoyun unconsciously glanced at them a few more times. You must know that these Seven Eagles of Tiancheng are actually famous figures in the past two years, but no one knows their true identity and their identity.
Their whereabouts are erratic, they are highly skilled in martial arts, and they specialize in assassination missions. As long as you pay the minimum price, even if you want to kill the emperor, they will still take over, just because if you want to ask them to take action, the gold and silver must be sent to Baotong Bank in Tiancheng.
, so Jianghu calls them the Seven Eagles of Tiancheng. As for whether they are people born in Tiancheng, it is unknown.
The sword skills of the seven people were fast and slow, erratic. Even Lin Shaoyun, a master of swordsmanship, did not know what sword skills they used. Of course, if Lin Shaoyun was not injured, then the Seven Eagles would be nothing to him.
It's a clown.
But now he is not even worthy of being a clown. Thinking of this, Lin Shaoyun gritted his teeth secretly. He must heal his injuries and live with human dignity. He is even more eager to reach the Shaolin Temple as soon as possible.