However, to Lin Beichen's disappointment, the screen showed that there was no searchable person nearby.
“From a short-term perspective, WeChat has no effect on me.”
"However, it may be because many functions have not been fully explored."
Lin Beichen was not completely discouraged.
A 30g large magic modification application app, its functions should be incredible.
What exactly was overlooked?
Just when Lin Beichen was thinking hard, there was a knock on the door.
Boom!
"Master, Director Chu is here to see you."
Butler Wang Zhong's voice came in.
Chu Hen?
This man does not dare to neglect.
Lin Beichen quickly put on his clothes, pushed open the door and went to the living room on the first floor.
"Director Chu, why are you here?"
He pretended to be surprised, turned around and said to Wang Zhong: "Quick, tea, make tea, make tea."
Chu Hen sat on the chair and said angrily: "You brat, you missed another day of class. You have come to me several times to complain about your lectures. As the grade director, I have to come and see what you are."
what happened?"
Lin Beichen said quickly: "Ah, I woke up early this morning and felt unwell. It seemed like I had a cold."
"cold?"
Chu Hen was startled.
Lin Beichen thought to himself that it was too bad, he had let the professional term slip, and quickly explained: "I just caught a cold, got a little bit of wind, and felt uncomfortable... Hey, didn't I ask Wang Zhong to ask for leave? Wang Zhong, Wang Zhong, you bitch
Thing, have you turned a deaf ear to all the things arranged by me, the young master?"
Wang Zhong came up with tea, looking confused.
Master, you have no arrangements at all.
But he has long been used to taking the blame. How clever he was, he quickly took the blame, knelt down and said: "Ah, damn you villain, I forgot to ask for leave from you, young master."
What kind of old man is Chu Hen?
See through it at a glance.
However, I didn’t delve into it.
Who makes Lin Beichen his favorite now?
Let alone missing class once, with the honors Lin Beichen has won for the college, it doesn't matter if he misses class every day.
What's more, the courses in the second grade now can no longer keep up with Lin Beichen's progress.
Holding the tea cup and exchanging a few words, Chu Hen blew the tea leaves and said slowly: "Your master looked for you once in the school during the day, but he couldn't find you. He left Yunmeng City first and went out to do errands. It will probably take some days before he can come back. Before leaving,
Before, you asked me to take care of and discipline you. From now on, I can be regarded as half of your master."
Did Lao Ding leave Yunmeng City?
Could it be that he really went to the Ming family to wait for the three major families?
This is a wolf killer.
If you kill someone else's elders, you also have to kill someone else's family and raise an army to hold them accountable.
overbearing.
Chu Hen said again: "Don't think that your master is a murderous and cruel person. He did this all for you."
Lin Beichen looked puzzled.
Chu Hen explained: "Your master has not drawn his sword for sixteen years, why? Because he no longer has anyone to protect, and has even abandoned his own reputation. Many people have forgotten that he was dominated by the [Sword Immortal] of Baiyun City in the past.
Fear, now he draws his sword again for you, just to start another killing, to use the sword and blood to get back the lost reputation, so that those who are watching in secret will not dare to have any thoughts about you anymore.
Only in this way can you be safe."
Knocking on mountains and shaking tigers?
Kill the chicken and show it to the monkey?
Lin Beichen understood a little bit.
That's probably what it means.
"Does my master have many enemies?"
he asked uneasily.
Could it be that he was on a pirate ship?
"Some things cannot be distinguished simply by friends and foes. What's more, even if your master has no enemies, do you yourself and your Lin family still have few enemies?" Chu Hen asked.
Lin Beichen remained silent.
How many enemies did your cheap dad have when he was alive?
I do not know.
The topic cannot be continued.
Seeing that he was silent, Chu Hen took a sip of tea and continued: "You just need to know that your master has done a lot for...
Well...if you have any needs, you can tell me."
Lin Beichen's eyes suddenly lit up.
Just waiting for this sentence.
He said unceremoniously: "There are many needs. For example, I need physical training techniques and mental defense skills. Of course, if there are any other three-star, four-star, five-star, or six-star combat skills, they are all
Give me some, I will definitely not dislike it... In fact, I would not dislike eighty or ninety-star combat skills, the more the better, hehe..."
Refining the body, piling up meat, and improving resistance.
This is a top priority.
Chu Hen slapped him directly and said angrily: "You brat, do you think I am the royal family of the empire? I still have nine-star and ten-star combat skills. Besides, you are a swordsman, why do you need to refine your combat skills?"
Lin Beichen covered the back of his head and chuckled, "Well, I have some special ideas."
Chu Hen directly and ruthlessly refused, saying: "If you have any special ideas, when your master comes back, you can just ask him for it. I can't satisfy you... Okay, let's not talk nonsense. I am here mainly to tell you,
Get ready, tomorrow I will take you to the Temple of the Lord of Swords to find a way to help you awaken your mysterious energy attributes and help you advance to the martial arts realm in one fell swoop."
ha?
Lin Beichen was not happy, but felt a headache.
He didn't even want to go to the temple.
That is the abode of the gods.
If the time-travel incident was discovered and he was infiltrated into the ranks of the evil gods from outside the world, even Chu Hen, who regarded himself as his own son, would probably take action himself, tie himself to the torture stake in the temple square, and burn him alive.
"Well... Director Chu, I think my foundation is still very poor. My profound energy cultivation is far from enough. I may not be able to awaken the mysterious energy attributes, so why not wait?" He tried to evade.
Chu Hen smiled and said nothing, and handed him a small white stone sword-shaped card.
"What's this?"
Lin Beichen subconsciously took it in his hand.
Then I felt the mysterious energy flowing towards the card uncontrollably.
Bang!
The small card exploded.
A cloud of black smoke.
Lin Beichen's handsome face was blackened.
"He also said that your basic cultivation level is not enough. This is a one-time mysterious card that can accommodate the strength of the tenth-level warrior's mysterious energy. It was exploded by you in an instant. It's settled. When school starts tomorrow morning, I will take you to the Lord of Swords.
Temple.”
After saying that, without waiting for Lin Beichen to say anything else, he turned around and left.
Lin Beichen stayed for a long time.
Damn, heartless.
So insidious.
Being calculated.
After sending Chu Hen away, Lin Beichen thought for a while.
It seems that it is impossible not to go to the Lord of Swords Temple.
That place is the palace in the heart of every swordsman. If you act particularly repulsive, it will definitely arouse suspicion.
The head is big.
Just as Lin Beichen was thinking about it, the old butler Wang Zhong walked in and said, "Master, someone is here to visit you."
"Who?"
Lin Beichen raised his head and said, "Bring him in."
The Bamboo Garden is usually deserted, and even a quiet fart can echo for more than ten seconds.
Why are there so many guests today?
After a while.
Just look at Zhao Zhuoyan, the president of the Thousand Miles Merchant Association, entering the living room with a sincere smile.
"What are you here for?"
Lin Beichen said strangely.
Zhao Zhuoyan said quickly: "Come and apologize to Nephew Lin. The dog was really rude today. After I went back, the more I thought about it, the more guilty I felt. I wanted to do something to make it up to Nephew Lin. I know, Nephew you are.
He regards money as dirt, if he just gives money away, Nephew Lin will definitely be angry..."
The corner of Lin Beichen's mouth twitched.
Whoever told you that I regard money as dirt, I will hammer him to death.
The world's misunderstanding of me is too deep.
Zhao Zhuoyan observed his words and saw Lin Beichen's expressionless face, so he quickly continued to apologize and said: "After much deliberation, it was the traitor who suggested that I prepare a gift for you, nephew Lin. I believe you will like it very much, nephew."
Um?
That bitch Zhao Wuyang gave me a gift after my limbs were broken?
And you said I must like it?
Isn't it a gift to some oiran's top card or something?
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