Chapter 79: | 【79】

In the morning of the next day, Lin Feilu went to Lujia to watch the fun.
This Lu family is also a family of martial arts that has a long tradition. It has been standing in the rivers and lakes for many years and has a high reputation. Otherwise, Jimo Wu would not entrust them with the sword book.
It's just that the Patriarch of the Lu Family who entrusted his last words that year has passed away, unpredictable, generation after generation, with peerless swordsmanship, it is also human nature to give birth to strange hearts.
Since the news leaked, the Lu family knew that something was wrong. Everyone is not guilty, and they are guilty of their crimes. People from all walks of life have been staring at them because of Jimo's swordsmanship, but because of the restraints of all parties, they did not fight for them. Now that something like this happened, Jianpu would definitely not be able to keep it.
Since this time, they have been looking for a reasonable solution to this matter.
Early in the morning, the martial arts field outside Lujiamen was full of people.
Lin Feilu came early and had already occupied a good position with a wide view. She took out the melon seeds and shared half of Yanxin, and asked as she knocked: "What do you think the Lu family will do this time to calm the anger?"
Yan Xin replied: "The sword book must be handed over."
Lin Feilu asked again: "Who do you give it to?"
Yan Xin glanced at the dense crowd around him: "This is the purpose of everyone here today."
How many people are really angry because the Lu family violated Jimo's last words?
But they all wanted to take that peerless sword book as their own.
Lin Feilu couldn't help but sigh in recalling the chivalrous Jimo hero depicted in a few words yesterday. After sighing, I saw that Yan Xin was still holding the melon seeds, and asked: "Sister Yan Xin, don't you like melon seeds?"
Yan Xin said: "I just like..."
She is not embarrassed to eat in public. She had no psychological burden on eating marshmallows in the street last night. It's just that the sound of eating melon seeds was too loud. All the martial arts practitioners in the room had great ears. Just now, Lin Feilu knocked on the side and attracted several angry eyes.
Is it appropriate for you to eat melon seeds comfortably on such a serious occasion? !
Lin Feilu does not matter if she is not a member of the world. As a figure on the hero list, she still has to converge.
Lin Feilu nodded clearly and understood her heroic burden: "Then I will take it. If you have to fight against someone for a while, you can't throw the sunflower seeds out as a hidden weapon."
Yan Xin was amused by her, and was about to return it to her. Lin Ting stretched out his hand next to him and said softly, "Give it to me."
Yan Xin thought he was about to knock, and without much thought, he put all the seeds in his hand into his palm.
His fingers are very long, and the roots of his fingers are white. At first glance, he is not a hand with a sword or a gun. But the palm of her hand was bigger than hers, and when she held the seeds full of her hands, they looked only a handful of them.
Lin Feilu was very curious about this arena, and Yanxin pointed out the masters she knew present to her one by one.
After a while, Yan Xin's cuff was suddenly torn slightly.
She turned her head and saw Lin Ting wrapped the peeled melon seeds in a clean blue handkerchief and handed it over.
The plump and crisp jade-colored melon seeds were lying on the handkerchief in his palm, and the four corners of the handkerchief were hanging down, fluttering slightly with the wind.
He said softly, "Eat."
The spring sunshine just came out of the clouds, and his eyes seemed to be clear and warm.
Yanxin started to feel hot at the base of her ears again, she silently took it, looked at his fingers and said, "Thank you."
Lin Ting smiled: "You're welcome."
The sun gradually enveloped this crowded martial arts training ground. After standing for a long time, many people became irritable and gradually began to restless around them.
Just when Lin Feilu thought he was about to fight, the closed door of the Lu family suddenly opened.
A middle-aged man with nobs and beards came out.
Yan Xin turned his head and whispered, "This is the current Patriarch of the Lu Family."
As soon as the head of the Lu family appeared, the surrounding people immediately became angry, and they all accused the Lu family of treachery and shamelessness.
Patriarch Lu didn't reply, and let them scold them. His eyes swept over the people present, and when the voice faded, he said, "Everyone, Lu knows what you are all about today. This is indeed Lu. A certain godson has no means and has failed the trust of Jimo heroes. Lu Mou is deeply ashamed and has severely punished the dog. But everyone should also know that the dog only learned the first style of Jimo swordsmanship and will never use this trick in this life. Today , Lu Mou forwarded the Jimo sword technique to others in front of everyone."
There was a commotion underneath.
The Lu family is so refreshing, the rhetoric that everyone prepared before is useless.
But since the Lu Family said they would hand it over, those who were bound to win the Jimo swordsmanship immediately stepped forward.
All of them are decent people with names and surnames in the arena, and everyone feels that they are the best candidates to take over Jimo swordsmanship again. There were long talks, and some talked about winning or losing. The scene was very chaotic for a while.
Lin Feilu looked at it and suddenly felt nothing interesting.
How is this different from fighting for the throne?
They are all motivated by profit, fighting for the only thing.
She turned her head to look at Lin Ting, wondering if it was because of the sun's rays, his face looked a little white, his thick eyelashes were put down, and his eyes fell, not knowing where he was looking.
Standing between them, Yan Xin saw Lin Feilu's worried look, and turned to look at Lin Ting.
He seemed to be distracted, his brows were always gentle and frowned imperceptibly, and his smile was gone.
Yan Xin suddenly wanted to reach out and help him open his brows.
She squeezed her finger, leaned over and asked with concern: "Are you feeling well?"
It took Lin Ting a while to realize that she was talking to herself, curled her lips and smiled: "It's okay, but it's noisy."
His face and lips were pale, and he did not look very good.
Yanxin's brows and eyes were horizontal.
She turned around, fished back with her right hand, pulled out the wide knife she was carrying behind her back, and threw it forward blankly.
Across such a long distance, the wide knife broke through the wind, like a sharp arrow, and slammed into the door behind Lu Patriarch.
The scene suddenly became quiet, and the two masters who were arguing also looked over in surprise.
No one knows a thousand-blade wide sword, no one knows Wu Chi Yanxin.
The whole audience focused, and Lin Feilu who was eating melon seeds silently put down his hand.
Heroine, what are you doing? ! You don’t have to be so blatant if you want to grab sword scores!
Someone couldn't help but asked, "Girl Yanxin, what does this mean?"
Yan Xin said: "You are too noisy."
She looked at Patriarch Lu, and her voice with a girlish voice was very calm: "Patriarch Lu has made a decision, why watch the seniors arguing over and over. Why don't you just tell who you plan to deliver."
Hearing what she said, the eyes of the scene shifted to Patriarch Lu again.
Just now when they heard that Jimo's swordsmanship was about to change hands, they couldn't wait to fight for it, but they didn't notice the implication of the Lu Family Patriarch for a while. At this time, Yan Xin was awakened and looked at Lu Patriarch with anxiety.
But seeing Patriarch Lu smiled, he hugged Yan Xin from a distance.
Then he said loudly: "The Lu family has been carrying the legacy of Jimo heroes for many years, and has been entrusted with it. Today, under the witness of the whole rivers and lakes, the Jimo sword book is transferred to the Ji Liang heroes. From now on, the Lu family and Jimo The sword book has nothing to do with it."
Everyone was shocked when he said this.
Ji Liang? !
Is he not dead? Didn't live in seclusion?
Lin Feilu was shocked by this turning point and all the seeds fell.
The door behind Lu Patriarch opened slowly, and a tall, thin, deserted figure came out.
When he walked to the door, he effortlessly pulled out the wide knife that was stuck in the door, and then threw it again.
The wide knife returned to Yan Xin's hand again.
Yanxin hugged his fist and saluted him, "Thank you, Senior Ji."
As soon as Ji Liang appeared, the big families and the big sects that were still vying for the destination of the sword spectrum were withered.
The number one swordsman in the world is not a fame. There are countless people who have lost to Cangsong Mountain. Ji Liang, the number one in the world, was not given by Jianghu, but he compared it with one sword.
In front of everyone, Patriarch Lu took out a sword book from his arms and handed it to Ji Liang respectfully.
Ji Liang took it casually and stuffed it into his arms.
No one dared to things from Ji Liang, but the temptation of the swordsmanship was too great. The big families of the old faction winked at each other, and someone stood up and said: "My generation has always admired the style of Daxia Ji, but this sword spectrum is It’s the Jimo hero’s dying trust, and even the Lu family has no right to transfer it at will. I’m afraid it’s wrong to just leave it to Ji Mo?"
The surrounding suddenly echoed.
However, some people who really want to say that they are concerned about the hero’s legacy agree: "Senior Ji’s swordsmanship is superb and self-contained. Now the martial arts has reached the stage, he is the most unlikely person in the world to practice Jimo swordsmanship. It is indeed a good strategy."
Both factions held their own opinions and had something to say, and the scene immediately started to argue.
Until Ji Liang casually moved, throwing out a few blood-stained tokens.
Everyone glanced intently, and it was actually a token of the masters of the Chixiao Thirteen Villages.
Patriarch Lu said excitedly: "The last words of the Jimo hero, whoever destroys the Chixiao Thirteen Villages Sword Book will belong to him. A few days ago, Ji Daxia took the life of the leader of the Wuzhai Village by himself, which is considered to be half destroyed! Now the sword The spectrum must be changed. Besides Ji Daxia, is there anyone more qualified than him!"
Your decent sect has encircled and suppressed the thirteen villages several times over the years, killing cats and puppies, and not even a single hair from the village owner was injured.
Now that Ji Liang kills the five great village masters with just one person, what qualifications do you have to compete with others? !
Those who came for the sword book looked at these tokens, and then at Ji Liang's cold and frosty face, they knew that this matter was hopeless.
And those people who had crooked ideas didn't have the courage to grab things from Ji Liang, so they stopped thinking.
I thought it would take a few days and nights to solve the matter, but it was solved perfectly in less than one morning. Many people present felt that they were in the cloud.
However, when Ji Liang appeared, he had broken the previous rumors.
Not only did he live well, but he was also very diligent in his martial arts cultivation. He was able to single-handedly take the lives of the five great village masters. There are a few people in this world who can do it. Even if he had this ability, he would not dare to easily become an enemy of the Thirteen Villages. You would know if Jimowu fate in those days.
However, Ji Liang had no wife, no children, and a lonely family. Even if he had an enmity with Shisanzhai, it seemed nothing terrible.
There was a lot of discussion in the arena.
Lin Feilu has been stunned since Ji Liang's appearance.
Ji Liang is really a little beautiful Uncle Ji!
She was a little excited, and there were some inexplicable emotions. Want to say hello, and think that Ji Daxia probably won't care about her.
Ji Liang disappeared as soon as the matter was resolved. Lin Feilu just wanted to find him and didn't know where to look. Moreover, she couldn't explain to Lin Ting how she knew the world's number one swordsman, so she could only hold back the emotions in her heart. , First return to the government office.
Lin Ting went back to the room to rest as soon as he came back. His body was still too weak. Although the poison of the glaze grass was exhausted, the damage caused by the poison to his body had not been healed.
Yan Xin waited for him to leave before asking Lin Feilu: "Have His Royal Highness been injured?"
Lin Feilu shook his head, and after thinking about it, he told her, "He has been poisoned and he is not in good health."
Yan Xin frowned: "What kind of poison? Who killed it?"
Lin Feilu said: "It's windlass..."
She didn't finish her words, but smiled apologetically.
Yan Xin thought that this matter involved royal secrets, so he didn't ask much, but said seriously: "There is a natural medicinal spring above Qin Mountain, which is very effective for healing and detoxification. If you have nothing else, you can come back to the mountain with me."
Lin Feilu became happy for a moment: "Okay! I heard about the beautiful scenery of Qinshan Mountain, so I just went to see it!"
Yan Xin went down the mountain this time to find someone to learn from and refine his sword skills. But there are priorities. Since Lin Ting is in poor health, the most urgent matter is to treat him.
As soon as the few people combined, they decided to set off tomorrow for Qinshan.
Lin Feilu didn't expect to encounter such an opportunity during his tour of the rivers and lakes. The medicine spring is within the Thousand Blade School, and it is difficult for outsiders to join the school, let alone use the medicine spring inside. If it hadn't been for Yanxin, Lin Ting's illness would have been delayed.
Good people are rewarded!
Lin Feilu packed up his luggage and went to bed early because he was on his way tomorrow.
The hustle and bustle of Jinling City continued until late before it gradually became quiet. She rolled over in her sleep, and suddenly felt a chill.
No, it's not cold, it's a trembling sword intent.
Lin Feilu suddenly became sober, and when he opened his eyes, he breathed out abruptly.
At the same time she was breathing, the sword intent that wrapped her also disappeared.
Through the dim moonlight outside the window, Lin Feilu saw a person sitting in the house. If it wasn't for this sword intent to be so familiar, she would scream.
Although, Ji Daxia, the way you wake people up is too unusual!
Lin Feilu got up from the bed trembling, and forced a smile: "Ji...Uncle Ji..."
Ji Liang stood up in the dark, he stood there, took something out of his arms, and threw it on the bed without a word.
Lin Feilu uses both hands and feet to pick it up.
After seeing what he threw, everyone trembled.
Lin Feilu wanted to cry without tears: "Uncle Ji, what are you doing for me? Do you want me to be chased by the whole world?"
Ji Liang said coldly, "No one knows that it's with you."
Lin Feilu tentatively asked, "Should I keep it for you?"
Ji Liang: "No, it's for you."
Lin Feilu: "..."
She looked at the words ‘Jimo Sword Technique’ in the book and took a breath.
The peerless swordsmanship that the whole world is fighting for, is it so easy to fall into your own hands? ? ?
Lin Feilu scratched his head, puzzled: "Why give it to me?"
Could it be that Daxia Ji saw that he was a martial arts genius who was rare in a century?
Ji Liang looked at her for a long time without speaking, as if he was in a very complicated mood. Lin Feilu waited almost to fall asleep again before hearing his very cold voice.
He said: "That kid gave you a birthday gift."