At the villa banquet, his father Lin Zhiwen was holding a wine glass and bragging loudly about how he was snatched and rescued from the enemy by Lin Xin.
"At that time, let me tell you, I just yelled! I shouted, if you want to kill me, I will kill you. If you want me to cut you, sir, what if my voice is louder today? I am not a good man!" Lin Zhiwen blushed and his neck was thick.
Waving his finger and pointing, he has the air of a hero.
Taoist Lu Suo, Gongsun Li, and Ou Yinghong, the three leaders of the system, were sitting in a circle beside them, drinking with them. Lin Xinyuan, Huang Puyang, etc. were also there. On the other side, there were several tables with leaders of various forces in the villa present, and only Ji Ji
A few people looked stiff and expressionless, while most of them smiled in agreement.
"As a result." Lin Zhiwen chuckled, "As a result, my son Lin Xingang waved his hand like that when he showed up."
He paused for a moment. Looking at the understanding and curious eyes of the people around him, he felt that everyone was focusing on him, and he became even more proud.
"I saw a flash of white light! Oh! The man next to me, his head fell to the ground! He rolled down. If my son hadn't pushed me away, the blood would have poured on me!"
Lin Xinyuan and Huang Puyang looked at each other, both feeling helpless. Most of the people around them looked like they wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh. In fact, everyone saw through that Lin Zhiwen was just bragging. When he got old, he wanted to do it all day long.
Now that I have everything, I start to enjoy all kinds of things. My ambitions in my youth have been overfulfilled by my son, so I don’t have anything to worry about. I just don’t know why I became obsessed with storytelling. My bragging tone started to become speechless.
Got it
Zhao Yuniang and other female family members were having dinner together in another single room at the back. Across a bead curtain, she couldn't help but shake her head when she heard the voice. Every time Lin Zhiwen's birthday was celebrated, there would be all kinds of bragging, and Lin Zhiwen's boasting was all the rage.
, lowly people also have the right to listen to storytelling stories.
He actually knew it himself, it was just for fun and entertainment.
Xiao Linzhen was only ten years old. He stayed close to Lin Zhiwen's aunt and was fed by her. In addition, he talked from time to time with a little boy who was also born with him.
The group of people were eating, drinking, and bragging. Suddenly, there was a burst of shouting from outside.
'The owner of the village has arrived!'
As soon as the voice fell, the originally lively hall quickly became quiet.
A white shadow flashed outside the hall.
A slender figure suddenly appeared at the door, wearing white clothes and a black belt, with the red flower sword on his waist at all times.
Everyone stood up one after another and turned to the door.
"Hello, owner!"
Waves of slightly uneven salutes continued to sound.
Lin Xin smiled gently back at everyone.
"Everyone is welcome, I just came to take a look at my father's birthday party. I personally made a lime elixir from the alchemy room as a gift."
He walked up to Lin Zhiwen and handed him a red brocade box in his sleeve.
"Hey, good son! I won't say thank you!" Lin Zhiwen laughed heartily and took the brocade box.
Lin Xin also smiled softly and glanced at the somewhat restrained crowd.
"Don't be restrained. I'm just here temporarily to take a look. Drink when it's time to drink and eat when it's time to eat. Don't worry about me."
"Dad" Xiao Linzhen trotted up to him and hugged his leg. "Dad, when will you teach me the Xiaomen Talisman Technique?"
"Be good." Lin Xin pinched his little face, "After you practice the basic talismans to the requirements I mentioned, I will teach you the small door talismans."
The Xiaomen Talisman Technique is an improvement of the basic Talisman Technique. Only after mastering it can you create complex talismans. Lin Xin himself has the skills to speed up learning, but others do not, so he can only follow the steps step by step.
Over the years, he has completed the basics of formations from beginning to end, and his talisman cultivation is already ranked first among the outer sects of the formation hall. Even the sect Huang Shi often comes to him for advice on talisman formations.
A special seat was reserved for him at the banquet. Lin Xin sat down, hugged Xiao Linzhen and talked softly for a while.
"Dad, why do you have a strange smell?" Xiao Linzhen suddenly asked.
"Strange smell?" Lin Xin was slightly stunned.
"Don't talk nonsense," Zhao Yuniang quickly scolded in a low voice.
"No, Zhen'er didn't lie," Lin Zhen said a little aggrievedly, "Daddy really has a smell. It's weird."
The sound was not loud, but many of the people present here were masters of internal and external skills, and all of them had extremely good hearing. When they heard this, they immediately cast their cryptic gazes at Lin Xin.
Lin Xin smiled slightly.
"It's okay. Maybe it's because I caught some medicinal smell in the alchemy room when I came here."
Everyone was slightly relieved.
"Oh" Lin Zhen also responded dubiously.
Lin Xin just sat there for a while, then got up and left.
When he was there, no one dared to speak loudly or vent their anger loudly at the banquet.
As soon as he left the room, the entire banquet suddenly came to life like a dead landscape painting. The atmosphere quickly returned to its original liveliness.
Lin Xinyuan's eyes were still looking at the direction Lin Xin was leaving.
“I always feel like my eldest brother is getting further and further away from us.”
She frowned softly.
"After all, it may be too much pressure to be in charge of the entire villa, and there is no way to maintain dignity in front of everyone." Huang Puyang guessed.
"Maybe"
"Have everyone from all over the country paid in their money this year?"
"Well, all are submitted. Applications for the establishment of gangs in some places have also been submitted. Take a look at it later." Lin Xinyuan replied casually. Lingxin Villa manages the security and stability of various places in Yuefu, including the establishment and rectification of the names of larger gangs.
Everyone must report to them. Some disaster victims will also apply for assistance.
Over there, Ou Yinghong got up and walked over and sat next to Lin Xinyuan.
"Xiaoyuan, have you noticed recently that the owner of the village seems to be getting colder and colder. He seems to be very gentle, but in fact he seems to be aloof from people thousands of miles away. He seems to be worried."
"A little bit." Lin Xinyuan nodded slightly, "Maybe it's because of the recent pressure."
"Pressure?" Ou Yinghong was silent for a while and said nothing more.
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The night is getting darker, and the moonlight shines on the ground, coating it with a layer of silvery gray.
Lin Xin walked slowly deep into the bamboo forest with an expressionless face. Although there was a touch of softness in the corner of his mouth, it always gave people a cold feeling.
The moonlight was divided by the bamboo leaves, swaying. From time to time, there was the sound of the wind blowing the bamboo leaves.
Lin Xin walked very carefully, as silently as a ghost.
Soon, two people could be faintly seen whispering to each other in the bamboo forest ahead.
The moonlight shone on a person's face, and it was Erbo Lin Zhiwu.
"This time the deposit is eight thousand taels of gold." The other person had a soft female voice, talking about a deal with Lin Zhiwu in a coquettish tone.
"But the purchasing of the villa is not under my control. It's too difficult for me to do." Lin Zhiwu's voice followed.
"It doesn't matter, as long as you agree, Mr. Wu."
Lin Xin walked out of the bamboo forest slowly and watched the two people talking from behind.
He walked silently until he was only ten meters away when he saw the woman. The beautiful woman with a waist as soft as a water snake, was constantly moving into Lin Zhiwu's arms, with a charming and flattering look on her face.
smile.
laugh.
The sword flashed, and the sound of bamboo leaves blown by the wind was masked.
Lin Xin sheathed his sword and stood behind Lin Zhiwu. He saw the woman's eyes wide open and looking at him in great horror. A gash was slowly opened between her eyebrows. The bloody gash went all the way up, splitting the entire head and forehead.
Lin Zhiwu didn't notice it immediately at first, holding the woman tightly and raising and lowering his hands. But a moment later, he suddenly found that the beauty he was holding had turned into a soft corpse. He screamed in surprise.
Plop.
The woman fell to the ground and her head was smashed into two pieces. Blood and cerebrospinal fluid were mixed and spilled all over the floor.
Lin Zhiwu trembled his lips and turned pale. He turned around and saw Lin Xin standing behind him.
"My nephew is none of my business! She was the one who seduced me first! I never really agreed to her, never!! Really!!"
His face suddenly turned pale, his body was trembling and he was screaming.
Lin Xin just looked at him quietly.
"Second uncle, at this time, you should call me the owner of the village."
Silence for several breaths.
"Zhuang Master" Lin Zhiwu's face and forehead were covered with fine beads of sweat.
"The villa can give you enough. Don't let it happen again." Lin Xin said lightly. He put the red flower sword into its sheath and slowly continued walking towards the depths of the bamboo forest.
Naturally, there were guards at the villa behind him to deal with the body. As for Er Bo Lin Zhiwu, he actually knew about it all along. He just didn't bother to care about it. Unfortunately, he happened to bump into him tonight.
In fact, he just came out to relax.
But who would believe it? No one would believe it. The second uncle would not believe it either. He might have thought that he had been keeping an eye on him and was just waiting to arrest him today.
As he walked, he unknowingly came to the place where he had chased An Ying away.
A piece of the surrounding bamboo has been cut down, and a small bamboo pavilion has been built here.
There are many fallen leaves in the pavilion, showing that no one has been here for a long time.
"Do I smell?" He walked to the bamboo pavilion and stood still. He raised his sleeves and smelled carefully.
It does have a very light smell.
That's the smell of blood. No, to be more precise, it's the smell of blood of long-waisted people. It's different from the smell of blood of normal people.
These days, he himself didn't know how many noodle men he had killed, perhaps a hundred, a thousand, or even ten thousand. He was numb from killing. Every night, he killed in areas with many people. At first, he was still killing people.
He will care about the distinction between men, women, old and young, but it won't matter in the end. In his eyes, all Noodle People are like livestock, not the same kind at all. Killing has almost become an instinct, and the red flower sword is stained with something that is almost impossible to wash off.
A faint smell of blood.
"Anyway, the innate energy has almost accumulated. It may be that I have been killing too hard during this period. If I have time to make more bubbles, maybe it can be removed."
He murmured, sat in the bamboo pavilion, and slowly fell asleep leaning on the bamboo supported by the pavilion. Recently, he always liked to rest like this.
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"Lingling, in the past few days, I may have to stay in the alchemy room and the secret room, and I may not come back." Lin Xin looked at Xiao Lingling, who was arranging her robe, and said in a low voice.
"Well, don't worry, I'll be fine. I can just take Zhen'er over to live with me by myself." Xiao Lingling said with a smile, "I haven't played with Zhen'er for a long time. I don't know if he would lift the quilt when I go to bed at night."