Yi Lin's face turned red, she felt her heart suddenly beat rapidly, her ears felt hot, and she whispered: "Junior Brother Ling..."
"Huh? What?" Ling Jing heard Yilin's voice as weak as a gnat, and couldn't help but glance at her and said with a smile...
Yilin's eyes were a little evasive, her head dropped to her chest, she took a step back and said, "No, it's nothing... I just... just want to thank you."
Ling Jing shook his head and smiled, and said: "Thank you, why did you retreat so far, are you afraid that I will eat you?"
Yi Lin was stunned when she heard this, and then realized that she had unknowingly taken four or five steps back. When she thought of the thought that had just flashed through her mind, she couldn't help but feel a fever on her face, and hurriedly said: "Junior Brother Ling, I, I want to go
Senior sister, where are they?"
After that, he lowered his head and left as if running away.
Ling Jing looked at her back and sighed slightly.
That night, the disciples of the Hengshan sect cremated Master Dingjing’s body, put the ashes into a clay pot, and prepared to take them back to Hengshan for burial. During this period, Master Dingjing’s favorite disciple Qin Juan cried and fainted several times.
, and Ling Jing could only sigh and stand far away.
Although I don't have a good impression of this master of the Hengshan Sect, Master Dingjing can do this for his disciples, even at the expense of his own life, which is really admirable.
Early the next morning, everyone packed their bags and headed south again. Ling Jing always covered his face with a scarf to prevent others from seeing his true face. After all, his identity as an abandoned disciple of Huashan was widely spread among the righteous people in the world.
If someone discovers that a disciple of the Hengshan Sect is hanging out with him, there will always be gossip.
Fortunately, the road was quite smooth and no ambush was encountered. Two days later, Ling Jing escorted a group of Hengshan faction into Fuzhou City. In a corner in the east of the city, they finally discovered a building called "Xiang'an".
"The temple.
"It's finally over." Ling Jing stood at the street corner, looking at a somewhat dilapidated gate in front of him. The three characters "Xiang'an" were clearly written on the plaque above the door.
He breathed a long sigh of relief and smiled when he saw all the Hengshan disciples looking relaxed after arriving here.
Many female disciples of the Hengshan Sect came up to say goodbye to him one by one, with expressions of great gratitude. To them, this hero was their savior of the Hengshan Sect. Without his protection, they would have been afraid that they and others would have been in a row for twenty-eight times in a row.
He couldn't even get out of the bunk, but it was a pity that he still couldn't save Master Dingjing.
Ling Jing said goodbye to everyone, and the disciples of the Hengshan Sect quickly entered the "Xiang'an". When the last person came forward, Ling Jing was the first to say with a smile: "Senior Sister, please take care of yourself."
He frowned and pondered for a moment, then said: "If there is a chance, I might as well remind Master Dingxian to be careful of people from the Songshan Sect."
Yi Lin nodded, just biting her lower lip and looking at him without speaking.
When Ling Jing saw that all the other disciples of the Hengshan Sect had left, he took off the scarf on his face and said with a smile: "If you encounter any trouble in the future, you can send someone to bring the message to this place, and someone will be there by then."
Will contact me."
Immediately, she informed Yilin of her residence in Kaifeng Mansion. Ping Yizhi and others were taking care of that place. If any message was passed on, Ping Yizhi and others would naturally have a way to contact her.
"Yes. I understand." Yilin's voice was a little low, always looking like he was hesitating to speak.
"Take care." Ling Jing seemed to have no idea what Yilin was thinking. He laughed loudly, said "take care", turned around and walked towards the corner of the street. After walking a few steps, he soon disappeared into the crowd.
Yi Lin stood at the door of "Xiang'an" for a long time, looking at the direction in which he disappeared, and did not move for a long time.
After Ling Jing left "Xiang'an", he looked for a restaurant in a bustling market in the east of the city. He asked for a seat on the second floor, ordered wine and food, and sat down.
"System, is there something wrong with this escort mission? Why hasn't the mission been completed yet?" Ling Jing sat on the edge of the door, looking at the rows of houses outside, but there was no light in his eyes.
"The current completion progress of the main mission "The Sorrow of Hengshan" has not reached 100%, so the host cannot be prompted for the time being." The system responded coldly in his mind.
"What? No?" Ling Jing said something, poured a glass of wine into his mouth, and thought to himself, except Master Dingjing who was unfortunately murdered by the Songshan sect, all the other disciples of the Hengshan sect had already died.
Having arrived safely in Fuzhou City, how dare the Songshan Sect dare to attack the Hengshan Sect directly in the bustling Fuzhou City.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong. It seemed that he had missed a shot. However, after thinking for a moment, he still couldn't think clearly. He asked again: "System, according to your opinion, is this Fuzhou City for the Hengshan Sect?
Isn’t it safe too?”
After asking, he frowned slightly. The Songshan Sect is a well-known and famous sect in the righteous way. If he takes action directly in Fuzhou City, wouldn't it be destroying his own name and discrediting himself?
It is hard to say whether the Hengshan Sect can be destroyed by then, but if this matter is leaked out, the entire righteous world will probably unite to attack it.
"Zuo Lengchan can't be so stupid, right?"
"Fuzhou City has a safety factor of 92. According to accurate estimates, the probability of the Hengshan Sect being attacked in Fuzhou City is 0.73126%."
"Can this be calculated?" Ling Jing suddenly said something. The system's magical powers are so vast that it is really difficult for people to guess. Even such a thing can be explained by probability.
It really feels a bit absurd in my heart, but I don’t believe in the system. After all, the system has not made any mistakes until now.
"Since the chance of being attacked in Fuzhou City is almost zero, what will happen?" The more Ling Jing thought about it, the more he felt a headache. Faintly, he felt that he had forgotten something important, but in his mind
But there was only one vague clue, but I couldn't catch it.
At this moment, I heard a man's soft voice coming from the street downstairs. The voice was soft, but there was a hint of shrillness in it, which made people feel very uncomfortable.
"Senior sister, senior sister, please wait for me."
Ling Jing leaned to the side, holding a wine glass in his hand, and lowered his head slightly to look down. He saw a graceful figure wearing a lake green shirt and an emerald green skirt walking forward in front of the street, and behind him was a young man wearing a light yellow robe.
