Chapter 180 Tong 3 and Jian Jue
Chapter 180 Tong Shisan and Jian Jue
"This Ninth Aunt is really trying to get someone to be buried with her son. We can't stay in this house in Pingyang City for the time being."
Tian Lin said to Yu'er and Cui'er, "I plan to stay at Chenxiantang for a while. Do you two have any reliable places to go?"
Yu'er's injury had already healed by then. After hearing what Tian Lin said, she said in a resolute tone:
"We are your sword bearers, so of course we have to stay by your side and live and die together. Since you are going to stay in Chenxiantang, my sister and I will naturally follow you."
When noble families train their disciples to be sword bearers and sword slaves, the first thing they do is to cultivate their loyalty.
Although not all sword-bearers and sword slaves are fearless, if they try to live a cowardly life, they will be despised and held accountable.
Tian Lin knew that the life and death, honor and disgrace of the two sisters were forcibly tied to himself, but he had no intention of taking the two sisters on a boat trip on Chenxiantang.
When he was alone in Shenxian Pond, he could enter the water and kill people without restraint. Unless Tong Yao took action personally, Tian Lin was not afraid of anyone in the foundation-building realm.
But if he takes these two sisters with him, his secret will be easily exposed.
Tian Lin still doesn't trust others.
"If you two really want to help me, just go to Tianbei County and find the eldest lady. This Ninth Concubine dared not obey her orders, which shows that she doesn't take her, the eldest lady, seriously."
Tian Lin said: "As for dying with me? I still hope that none of us will die -
And if I really have to die, it would be enough to kill Tian alone, why would I have to implicate you two?"
After hearing what Tian Lin said, tears welled up in Yu'er's eyes.
She pulled her sister to kneel in front of Tian Lin and kowtowed:
"Master, rest assured. Even if I die in Tong's house, I will definitely let the eldest lady or Mr. Tong take Ninth Aunt away."
Tian Lin didn't know how much of her tears were real and how much were fake, or maybe the tears were real at this moment, but when she regained her rationality, she would just have to "do what she can".
"I've always heard that Mr. Tong is a gentleman. If you go and ask him, he won't make things difficult for you even if he doesn't agree."
After Tian Lin finished speaking, he nodded to the two sisters and left the house first.
Just as Tian Lin expected, as soon as he left the city, Granny Tan followed closely behind him all the way to Chenxiantang.
Those who knew Tian Lin and Granny Tan would naturally know about the feud between Tian Lin and Aunt Nine.
Looking at these two old men and old women, they act like a couple that follows the example of a couple. I don't know how many people are gloating over their misfortune.
Seeing Tian Lin putting down the wooden boat on the bank of Chenxian Pond, Granny Tan suddenly said to the several foundation-building monks who were watching the show:
"Everyone, my aunt said so.
The reward of seventy high-grade spirit stones remains valid. Whoever can kill Tian Lin and avenge my young master will get the seventy high-grade spirit stones alone."
As soon as she said this, all the people who were watching the fun changed their attitude.
This group of people, regardless of whether they were the Tong family's servants or not, looked at Tian Lin with meaningful eyes.
Tian Lin, who had already boarded the wooden boat, frowned and glanced at everyone present.
He discovered that not only the Foundation Establishment cultivators present were jealous, but even the Qi Refiners seemed ready to make a move.
However, after meeting Tian Lin's gaze, those Qi Refiners calmly lowered their heads and dared not look at Tian Lin again.
But it was not the case with those foundation-building monks. They looked at Tian Lin with some aggression and hesitation.
Tian Lin smiled and said to Granny Tan:
"Seventy high-grade spirit stones, even Tian is tempted by this.
Tian is so easy to kill, Granny Tan, why are you still hesitating? Why not do it yourself, and save your master seventy high-grade spirit stones. "
After Tian Lin finished speaking, he bowed to everyone present, pushed the oars on the boat, and the boat instantly swam towards the blue sea in the south.
"Seventy high-grade spirit stones, that's seven thousand mid-grade spirit stones. If I were a foundation-building cultivator, how could I let this overwhelming wealth fly away?"
The young man who was setting up a stall next to Zhang Xiaoke said something.
Zhang Xiaoke said nothing. He had not yet saved up enough spirit stones to exchange for the inherited snail shell, and he did not want Tian Lin to die.
He wanted to ask Tian Lin to give him the snail shell now, but he didn't have the courage to do so and had no decent reason.
When he looked up again, Tian Lin had already entered the thick fog of Chenxiantang.
There were also several foundation-building monks who were resting on the shore who went out to sea on the boat with Tian Lin.
The fog in Chenxiantang today is much thicker than in the past, and there are also a lot more fish in the lake than in the past.
At this time, the people of Tianlin had already gone out to the coast and saw three wandering souls approaching.
He slapped his storage bag, took out the wooden sword he had snatched from the Seventh Young Master, killed the three wandering souls, and put the remaining souls into the soul-gathering bead.
This wooden sword is not very lethal against living people, but it is very effective against wandering souls.
After Tian Lin used the wooden sword to deal with the wandering soul, he put away the sword and continued to sail away in the wooden boat.
Behind Tian Lin, an old man took the lead in a boat and caught up with Tian Lin.
I saw the old man standing at the bow, and at the stern there was a maid who was at the twelfth level of Qi Refining, rowing the boat vigorously.
The maid used all her strength, and as the oars moved on the sea, the boat chased Tian Lin like an arrow.
"Friend Tian, why are you so anxious? Why don't you sit down and talk with me?" After the old man finished speaking, he flew up when he was about seven or eight feet away from Tian Lin.
The old man was as light as a swallow and in a moment he was on Tianlin's wooden boat.
As the old man landed, Tian Lin's wooden boat swayed slightly on the sea.
Tian Lin turned his head and glanced at the old man, and said, "Are you here for seventy high-grade spirit stones?"
The old man laughed and said, "Everyone is here for the seventy high-grade spirit stones. I know that Fellow Daoist Tian and I have no grudges against each other, but people die for money and birds die for food. What can we do?"
As he spoke, the flying sword had already pierced Tian Lin's throat.
But his flying sword was actually just a feint. After Tian Lin dodged the flying sword, his palm had already hit Tian Lin's chest.
There was a loud 'bang' and Tian Lin hastily clashed with the old man.
The old man had a smile on his face, but after feeling the palm power from Tian Lin's hand, his whole expression changed.
"What kind of magic are you doing?"
The old man flew backwards, completely escaping from the wooden boat where Tian Lin was, and appeared on his own wooden boat seven feet away.
The wooden boat was shaken by his step, but fortunately the old man was able to maintain balance and his sword was able to stabilize the boat.
Otherwise, the master and servant would have to fall into the water.
"You haven't even learned a single magical spell, and yet you dare to come and hunt me down?"
Tian Lin's lips were black, his pupils were all black, and he looked like a ghost rather than a human.
There was black aura surrounding him, making him look like an evil cultivator.
"What a great Buddha and Demon Freedom Art - a mere Hua Hualang can cultivate the Buddha and Demon Freedom Art to the minor success stage. This is no less difficult than cultivating a lower-grade magical power to the complete state."
As soon as the old man landed safely, a chuckle was heard on the sea.
Tian Lin looked up at the foggy sky and saw a huge sword falling from the sky.
The giant sword was a hundred feet tall and looked like a huge mountain.
This 'mountain' fell heavily, leaving no way for people to escape for a while.
There was a loud 'bang' and the giant sword smashed into the sea surface of Chenxiantang, creating huge waves.
The waves poured back onto the wooden boats in all directions. The old man who had previously chased Tian Lin and was repelled by Tian Lin changed his expression drastically. He looked up at the young man flying the sword in the sky and shouted, "Senior, please show mercy!"
Unfortunately, before he could finish his words, he and his boat were knocked over by the waves and into Chenxian Pond.
At this time in Chenxiantang, there was neither Tian Lin nor the old man.
In mid-air, the young man flying on a sword jumped down, stepped on the broken wood on the sea surface, and patrolled the constantly sinking and rising sea surface.
He frowned slightly and murmured, "That guy surnamed Tian, is he so weak?"
He just wanted to injure Tian Lin, but he didn't mean to beat Tian Lin into pieces.
After all, he killed Tian Lin just to exchange for spirit stones.
"Brother Jian Jue, you hit too hard. Tian Lin's body must have sunk into the sea."
A voice was heard, and someone was coming in a boat from far away.
The person who came was also a young man, dressed like a nobleman, sitting at the bow, followed by two sword-holding men who were at the twelfth level of Qi Refining, and a sword slave rowing the boat.
The wooden boat approached, and the young man sitting on the bow stood up, bowed to the young man carrying the sword and said, "This Shenxian Pond is extremely dangerous. It is very easy for you to fall into the water if you stand on this broken wooden board. It is better to get on my boat first."
Just as the young master finished speaking, a wooden boat rowed over in the fog.
The wooden boat was a black-sailed boat, and on the bow stood a blind woman holding a sword case, while the rower was an old man with a sullen face.
This blind woman and the iron-green old man are both in the initial stage of foundation building.
Seeing the blind woman and the old man with a livid appearance, the young man with a sword on his back and named Jian Jue said to the nobleman:
"No need for help, Brother Thirteen. My boat is a little broken, but it is big enough for my master and my servants."
After he finished speaking, he boarded the blind woman's boat and said to the old man rowing the boat, "Let's continue to go into the fog and see if there is really sword energy spreading at the bottom of the Shenxian Pond."
The master and his two servants actually ignored the young master and sailed deeper into the sea to the south.
At this time, on the chaotic sea, only the young master, his sword and his sword slave were left.
The man holding the sword stepped forward and said, "This Sword Sect disciple is wearing tattered clothes. How can he look like a disciple of an Immortal Sect?"
After Bao Jian finished speaking, the nobleman frowned and rebuked her, "Shut up, if someone hears this, my Tong family won't be able to protect you."
After saying this, he warned again: “There have been major changes in Chenxiantang, and I’m afraid that many disciples of the immortal sect will appear in the next few days.
Let's not talk about Shuiyun Sect's Jian Jue, Jian Sect's Jian Jue is a loner. If you offend him, he may not be willing to give face to our Tong family.
The disciples of the Daoist sect may also come over at that time - in short, no one should cause trouble during this period of time."
(End of this chapter)