She said no more, walked over, picked up the body of the green-robed cultivator, and threw it into the cold pool on one side.
She never likes to waste time, nor does she like to bother herself with trivial matters.
As for the mood of the moment, that is the least important thing.
No one will really die just because they dislike or feel sad.
Seeing her handling the enemy's corpse so cleanly and neatly, even more simply than Lin Yi, Rong Yi, who had not seen much of the dark side of the outside world, turned pale again.
"Are those big shots in Jiankang City really so unscrupulous?" he couldn't help but ask.
"I'm afraid it's more unscrupulous than you imagine."
Looking at the body of the green-shirted cultivator who finally disappeared into the undercurrent after tumbling several times in the cold, viscous spring water, Lin Yi stood up using the mace as a crutch.
Rong Yi remained silent. When he left Luozhou, the first thing he thought about was to become famous. However, becoming famous just wanted to gain the respect of some big shots so that he could better serve the country.
In his opinion, the value of each practitioner is irreplaceable by hundreds of ordinary soldiers. Each practitioner is naturally a valuable asset of the dynasty. How can it become the private weapon of some powerful people?
However, before he left Meishan, the things he saw before him had already made him doubt his view of the world.
"You're pretty lucky."
Yuan Yan glanced at Rong Yi, then looked at Lin Yi and said this lightly.
There was a tacit understanding between the two, and Lin Yi knew that she was not talking about his injuries, but about being able to have a close attendant like Rong Yi.
"Your fighting methods are so unlike those of an ordinary valet."
Yuan Yan looked at Rong Yi who was feeling a little heavy and said, "Have you ever heard of a kind of valet called Shadow Attendant?"
Neither Rong Yi nor Lin Yi found this word new.
In fact, most powerful people have such people around them.
This kind of guard is like a shadow. Normally, his presence is not felt at all. However, the more he is ignored, the more he can change the situation of the battle at certain critical moments.
"You want me to be Lin Yi's shadow attendant?"
Rong Yi's voice was slightly dry. If he really followed Yuan Yan's suggestion, he would have to face one thing first and never show his face in the future. This meant that it would be difficult for him to have the reputation he wanted. "Do you need it?"
Lin Yi couldn't help but smile. He was just a low-ranking general in the Tie Ce Army, not a very important figure.
Yuan Yan glanced at Lin Yi and was too lazy to reply.
In Lin Yi's own opinion, it is unnecessary, but in Yuan Yan's opinion, since he is a true disciple of He Xiuxian, one of the Three Saints of Nantian, who among the young practitioners of the same generation can be more important than Lin Yi?
Of course, it's best for you, a little thief from the Southern Dynasties, not to do it, so as not to worry you if you become a thief in the future.
She raised her head and thought with a sneer in her heart.
"So even if I return to the Tiece Army, I will go into hiding first and not officially join the Tiece Army?" Rong Yi said after being silent for a while.
Lin Yi was slightly startled.
Yuan Yan nodded.
"Okay." Rong Yi also nodded.
Lin Yi frowned slightly and said seriously: "It doesn't have to be like this."
"When I left Luozhou before, I had always considered the issue of fame, but now, I am afraid that what I have to consider is how to survive first." Rong Yi smiled bitterly and said: "I can't imagine that if it is really the Xiao family
If such an existence wants you to die, how can you survive?"
"I find it difficult too."
Lin Yi couldn't help but smile, "But it seems that everyone I see doesn't live an easy life."
Yuan Yan fell completely silent.
She lowered her head and thought, why does the words of this little thief from the Southern Dynasty always hit people's hearts so easily?
How good would it be if this person were in the Northern Wei Dynasty?
But if her identity was truly known in the Northern Wei Dynasty, how could she and him still be like this?
Everything in the world is difficult.
"Divide the spoils." Lin Yi's clear voice sounded again. "Wei Qinglian, five fire bugs, how do you say you divide them?"
This little thief from the Southern Dynasties really doesn’t know what trouble is. Will he always be so bright?
Yuan Yan's heart became colder, and she felt that he could not let him take advantage of it, so she said coldly, "Of course it should be cut into three equal parts."
…
The elixirs in Meishan cannot be endless. The battlefield in Meishan is the battlefield where the most practitioners have been put into it in the history of the Northern Dynasty and the Southern Dynasty. However, whether it was the Southern Liang or the Northern Wei Dynasty, the elixir itself was not part of the design from the beginning.
Yuan Yan's intention was Chen Baowan, while Southern Dynasty's intention was Yuan Yan.
When Yuan Yan began her escape, the most powerful group of practitioners in the Northern Wei Dynasty also lost their leaders and began to flee in hiding. In fact, the battle in Meishan was almost over.
However, for some big shots, they never care whether Yuan Yan or Nan Tianyuan's plan can succeed.
Even in the eyes of some people, a person like Yuan Yan, who was already a terrifying existence in the hearts of most people in the Northern Wei Dynasty, was just a child.
A middle-aged man wearing a black shirt is walking in the forest of Meishan.
He comes from the Northern Wei Dynasty, and the black cloth shirt he wears looks ordinary. However, upon closer inspection, the ordinary coarse cloth is embroidered with extremely delicate flowers using the same black thread.
This is unnecessary but can often add a sense of mystery and ritual.
Half of his face was covered by a black bamboo hat, and the lines of his mouth and nose exposed outside the shadow of the bamboo hat looked extremely resolute, with a sense of power that was hard to describe in words.
This kind of bamboo hat is the style of the ascetic bamboo hat in the Southern Dynasties, but the surface of the bamboo hat is also finely embroidered with flowers using some kind of silk thread.
In his hand he was leaning on a green bamboo stick, which was grown on the famous Qingshan Mountains in the Northern Wei Dynasty.
He walked very leisurely in Meishan, just like walking in the flower streets of Luoyang.
The place he perceived was a hillside several miles away.
At this time, the grass on the hillside was like brocade, with yellow wild chrysanthemums interspersed among the green grass.
There was a goshawk parked on the hillside. It was a rare species, several times larger than the ordinary goshawk.
Not far from one side of the goshawk, there was a handsome-looking young man from the Southern Dynasty, who was looking at a stone tablet.
This stone tablet must have existed on the slopes of this barren mountain for a long time. The surface of the stone tablet is covered with traces of peeling dry moss. There are also some illegible words on the stone tablet. It is already broken and incomplete. But at this time, this young man from the Southern Dynasties
Looking at the words on this stone tablet, my eyebrows kept trembling.
He just felt that there was something sharp about the damaged writing on this stone tablet.
The man in a black shirt walked through the forest and walked to the hillside. He looked at the young man from the Southern Dynasty quietly. Even the goshawk beside the young man did not notice his arrival at all.
"It's a coincidence that I saw this monument back then." Until the man in black shirt made a voice.