Chapter 158: Ruling Sword (5)

At the end of the conversation, K told Rong Yi, "Lin Yandong should be coming out, just in these two days. Want to know what he did in the g area, try it, he will know it? The second movement is in your hands. As long as the golden movement is not acquired, you will be invincible."
Rong Yi said: "I've tried it, he won't take it easy."
"There is Miao Qi." K smiled, leaning back, and there were countless soft puffy pillows behind him to catch it. He changed to a more comfortable posture and said: "The bad luck must have happened. After the innocent thing, I carefully checked the various areas, and then combined with the location where he was missing. If you want to find someone, focus on the d and e areas. At the junction of the southeast. Let’s bet on whether Lin Yandong still has a heart."
Rong Yi was clear. Miao Qi had an accident. Most of the people behind wanted to target Lin Yandong. Lin Yandong refused to make concessions for Miao Qi. This is unknown.
Thinking about this, Rong Yi asked again: "Have you ever been in touch with the Ji Ning of the Vaccine Research Institute?"
k smiled, "I told you not to worry about me if I had anything to do with you. I will be sad if you do this."
Rong Yi was expressionless and didn't want to joke with him anymore, so he got up and left. But when he just turned around, K suddenly asked him again: "Are you really going to use the movement first?"
Rong Yi cut the word firmly, "No."
k pouting, really boring.
Time is like running water, and soon came the day when Lin Yandong was released from prison.
Xiao Tong didn't go to see Lin Yandong these days. When he asked Lin Yandong for "God Devil's Birth", Lin Yandong replied that he wanted to live better.
This is no different from the answer many years ago. Lin Yandong was still Lin Yandong.
Xiao Tong stood on the tower and watched him leave, unknowingly remembering their first meeting. It was his father's funeral. In the handsome house full of white streamers, there were crowds of guests coming to express condolences.
Lin Yandong wore a moon-white gown and stood silently in the corner, but many people still whispered because of his presence. A drama should not appear here.
Xiao Tong, who had returned home in a hurry, didn't even have time to remove his scarf, so he hurried to Lingtang, and just passed Lin Yandong when he entered the door.
At that time, Xiao Tong only looked at him suspiciously. All he thought about was the dad who had finally died, and he didn't care about it. Later, when he saw him again, he sang on the stage in Xiyuan.
Dashuai Mansion was requisitioned and converted a large family house. This family was once an official. The family was not only spacious and grand, but also built a special stage.
That night Xiao Tong was insomnia, and vaguely heard the sound of singing in the distance, he walked past.
Later, the eldest brother told him that his father praised him for playing well, so he was invited to sing a few more paragraphs to comfort the dead. On the stage in the middle of the night, there was no spectator, only a cup of wine that no one was drinking, and the stage on stage.
Xiao Tong had always been a big injustice. He sat down in front of himself and grabbed his father's drink.
That year Xiao Tong was seventeen years old, but Lin Yandong was twenty-five. The second young master was young and vigorous, and drank foreign ink for several years. He pretended to be open-minded and outstanding in thought. However, in front of Lin Yandong, there was always a feeling of shortness as a child.
He thought he had a Western-style education, and he also loved the enlightened and free West. When he saw those wearing gowns and gowns on weekdays, he felt a headache, and he couldn't hear the "whoever did." Only Lin Yandong was the exception. He has his own literati style, and likes to wear long gowns when he is not on stage. Sometimes he wears pair of glasses.
If you have to describe him with one word, it is "Confucianism".
Xiao Tong also knows that he has many rumors, including his dead dad, but he hates people with broken mouths even more. He can hit people from the second floor to the stage, and the people on the stage are scattered as birds and beasts, but Lin Yandong is still standing calmly.
The beaten screamed, Xiao Tong wiped the blood on his face, turned his head to reach Lin Yandong, "Give me your veil."
Since then they have become friends, and the second master makes friends without anyone's consent. Most of those things that happened later could not be remembered, but the clearer the longer.
He died even earlier than Lin Yandong. It was a troubled world, and it was easy to hide the gun and the arrow to prevent it. After his death, he entered Yongye City. Year after year, he met many people who were born in the new era. He heard them paint many novel things, such as mobile phones, but he never saw it with his own eyes. Can't bring in.
When k made a deal with him and told him the information, he suddenly had the idea of ​​taking a look at the new world.
Go to his mother Lin Yandong.
Go to his mother's Yongye City.
At this moment, he watched Lin Yandong's back, turned around again, and left neatly. All love and hate have no end, but the second young master now wants to be a bully.
If he remembers correctly, the character in that movie is called this name.
Lin Yandong seemed to feel something, looking back at the tower, but he saw nothing. He held the string of beads for a while, and the tower was empty, and Xiao Tong never appeared again.
He will not appear again.
Lin Yandong suddenly felt this way. He always regarded Xiao Tong as a child, but this child handled things more decisively than him.
After leaving area g, Lin Yandong walked back to the residence in area a.
The absence of Miao Qi made Lin Yandong frown slightly, but he soon knew the reason. In the mailbox at the door, there is a letter from the post office with only one address and one red.
This red, cut from Miao Qi's scarf, looks at the texture and color.
Lin Yandong thought about it and decided to go for an appointment.
On the other side, Tang Cuo's trial has already reached the end of the fourth day.
In these four days, Roger Reid will appear next to Tang Cuo when he thinks it is appropriate to guide him with magic and swordsmanship. Your ruthless supervisor, pursuing stick education, will naturally not be gentle enough to speak from his mouth.
"Your magic is terrible."
"Your sword skills are so bad."
This latter sentence is a sincere question from Roger Reed. The White Knight family is famous for its exquisite swordsmanship, but Tangcuo's swordsmanship, although a little simple, means not superb.
Tang Cuo could not answer, but Roger Reed automatically made an excuse for him, "Your ruling sword is broken?"
"Well." Cool brother spoke coldly.
"When?" Roger Reid frowned.
"In the mausoleum."
"I know. I will discuss it with your brother, don't worry."
It can be seen that the benefits of having a teacher are not small.
"But your swordsmanship and magic are still hard to practice, especially your magic. Magic has no shortcuts other than hard work and hard work. I will cast the flame thorns I taught you a hundred times, and I will teach you something else. Remember, you can’t evacuate your mana in combat, which is very dangerous for the magician. When casting magic, pay more attention to the use of mental power, which can effectively reduce the consumption of magic power and increase the effectiveness of magic..."
Roger Reid, the teacher, spoke about a hundred times more than usual.
In addition to the necessary spell-casting skills, Tang Cuo learned three intermediate magics from him, namely Firethorn, Ice Snake, and Earth Dun. He loves soil escape the most. This is an escape skill. Although it is not far away, and the soil can't breathe or stay for a long time, it is very useful at the critical moment.
After four days of hard work, he finally figured out the position of Louis XIV. He was not in the king's tent of layers of protection, but killed the enemy all the way and took the leader of the rebel army.
Louis XIV is a belligerent king. He was courageous, courageous, and invincible, and even killed the leader of the rebel army.
On the piles of bodies, he cut off the man's head. The dark gold armor reflected the fire, and he turned around, blood on his face and sword, so powerful that his legs tremble.
"My King!" The knights of the Royal Guard kneeled on one knee with their left hands on their chests, paying their highest tribute to the great king.
There is also fanaticism.
"Louis!!!" The rebel army still shouted angrily. The magic was like a firework exploding, and flesh and blood flew to the tip of the knife.
In the firelight, Louis XIV raised his long sword, and a red rose on the white neck was enchanting and gorgeous, from the collarbone to the jaw. That is a natural birthmark.
"Kill!" The sword pointed forward.
The loyal knight pulled his sword and stood up, forbidden.
This is an extremely tragic war, the strength of the two sides is not directly proportional.
The slain rebel leader was a great magician. He wanted to use the curse to fight Louis XIV, but he failed. Roger Reed appeared next to Tang Cuo and said, "Your ancestors were here too. He stabbed Louis with the sword of ruling in your hand. The ruling means trial, and this sword is named after that. But since You appear here with a sword, he will not appear again, you must replace him-defeat Louis."
But Louis XIV is too strong, and if he wants to get close to him, he must first solve the Royal Guard who is on the side. These knights wearing dark gold armor are not weak, even stronger than the black armor knights of the Rose sect.
Tang Cuo tried his best to break through their siege, but in a state of serious injury, against Louis XIV, it was just a defeat.
Tang Cuo had expected it, not to mention disappointment, but Louis XIV suddenly frowned when he lost.
"actually……"
What actually happened?
Tang Cuo didn't hear clearly, he retreated quickly, and Louis didn't chase it. At this time, Roger Reed took Tang Cuo out of the secret realm and began routine repairs.
Jin Cheng just got up at 14 Hualing Street and was sitting on the sofa drinking Lancelot's special micro-sugar milk tea. The black cat Charles II lay on his lap, bathed in the warm morning sunlight, and continued to sleep back to sleep.
Suddenly, its "cushion" moved, and it was ruthlessly overturned on the sofa. It opened its eyes with a meow, and saw the "seat cushion" go to show his kindness to his kind again.
"Meow." Every day, nothing new. Charles II thought so, yawning lazily.
Jin Cheng looked at Tang Cuo's pale face and couldn't help holding his hand, cold. I couldn’t help asking:
I’ve put hot water for you. Do you want to eat first or take a bath?

Tang Cuo didn't speak, but looked at him without blinking.
Jin Cheng understood, "You go to wash first, I will give you."
Tang Cuo nodded, you are really smart.
Roger Reed met on the side, inexplicably felt that the mode of getting along with the two was a bit wrong, but could not say what was wrong. strange.