Master of the World [Quick Transmigration]

Seeing that Lin Xun was being teased, Fang Yun immediately smiled, and energetically stuffed the lotus lantern into Lin Xun's hand, tapped his toes, and was about to perform lightness kung fu and leave when Feng Yu's cold swishing voice sounded from behind him: "Run!" It will be quicker to go.”

Fang Yun laughed twice: "I have practiced recently."

At first, Lin Xun thought that what Feng Yu said was too exaggerated. After all, there was still a big gap between lightness kung fu and running, but when Fang Yun really left with light kung fu, he realized that he was not exaggerating.

However, at a distance of 200 meters, Fang Yun had to stop once, and then flew into the air. From a distance, it looked like a leaping frog. Many people who originally set up lotus lanterns by the river cast strange glances at him.When the other party successfully came with the pen and ink, he found that Lin Xun only had the one he had asked him to hold in his hand.

"Where's yours?" Fang Yun couldn't help but focus on Feng Yu's hand, guessing that his young master wouldn't really want to lend him blood, and he was relieved after confirming that every finger was intact, "You won't Have you placed the lotus lantern?"

Lin Xun nodded.

Fang Yun sighed: "You actually let go of the lamp, you missed a golden opportunity."

"Not empty."

Noticing a drop of ink on the corner of his clothes accidentally, Fang Yun asked in surprise, "Where did the ink come from?"

Lin Xun pointed to his lips, "I have a mouth."

"so what?"

Lin Xun said calmly: "You can open your mouth and ask someone for a loan."

"..."

The sense of achievement of "bearing humiliation" and jumping like a frog to buy pens and inks disappeared at this moment.

The water was sparkling, countless lamps illuminated the river surface, Fang Yun also slowly put the lotus lamp into the water, made dozens of wishes devoutly, and then asked Quietly Lin Xun: "What did you promise?"

Lin Xun: "Turn a little darker."

Looking at his fragile skin, Fang Yun couldn't help laughing. After laughing, he persuaded Feng Yu to put another one, but the other party was indifferent.

"What if it works?"

Feng Yu: "Boring."

Fang Yun: "No matter how bad it is, it can add some light to the river," he said to himself: "But I'm afraid that the addition of thousands of lotus lanterns will not match Zheng Cai's original golden light."

Hearing this, Lin Xun let out a sneer, and said flatly: "I just saw the last wish you wrote down, which is to ask for a child for your young master." He looked at Feng Yu: "I'm worried that you will have nothing under your knees. His subordinates are indeed very lucky."

Fang Yun was startled, and immediately said: "Let me listen to my explanation, am I just in case..."

Lin Xun nodded, and said solemnly: "I've been running for three and haven't married yet, so I really want to be on the safe side."

The word "in case" was intentionally repeated, which sounded a bit different.

Fang Yun grabbed Lin Xun's shoulder and shook it, "Say, why are you trying to kill me!"

Halfway through the shaking, Feng Yu's icy voice came: "I appreciate your kindness."

Fang Yun: "...Young master, don't say that."

He was a little scared.

Lin Xun didn't care about his trembling little body, and pulled Feng Yu's sleeve affectionately: "When you drink a thousand cups, you don't have a good friend. Let's go to the tavern."

Fang Yun was complaining in his heart about drinking, drinking, why did he drag other people, but Lin Xun suddenly turned his head, as if seeing through his thoughts, and mouthed: I need to pay the bill.

Fang Yun was startled, and ran to follow, muttering, "Master, you may not be fooled by him." '

Behind them, the gurgling water and the lotus lanterns carrying the wishes of different people slowly descended, crossed the open river, flowed through the winding path, and finally hit a big net without exception. Someone stopped to collect the net and remove the note on the lotus lantern.

These notes were sent to the main altar of the Star Luo League not long ago. Ran Mingjiang sat at the desk and only lit a lamp. He didn't open the note immediately, but looked outside: "It must be very lively in the town tonight. .”

The person who delivered the note was stunned for a moment, but still responded: "There are a lot of people, and many people have gone down the mountain."

Ran Mingjiang nodded, and his subordinate left quietly, carefully leading him to the door.

"I didn't expect that the leader is also a person who likes to be lively." A voice suddenly sounded from a corner of the room, and the abbot of Shaolin Temple looked at the note on Ran Mingjiang's desk with some disapproval in his eyes.

"Is it not like it?"

The abbot of Shaolin Temple nodded, "The leader looks more like a quiet person."

"I used to have a friend who was very noisy. After a long time, I felt that it would be okay to be more lively." Ran Mingjiang didn't want to talk about this topic, and turned to the real thing, saying: "As for these notes for praying, Abbot Jinghai doesn't have to think that there is something wrong with it." The burden is that my request is a bit unreasonable."

Jing Hai sighed: "It is indeed rude, but it is reasonable. If you want to spread the news to the outside world, the Prayer Festival is indeed a good opportunity."

Ran Mingjiang casually opened a note, and said: "A good opportunity is always worth taking a risk." His expression became more and more cold as he spoke: "I would like to see who has such courage. Let your friends know."

When he lit up the lamp to watch one by one, there was a sound from outside the door, someone brought in a man with a lot of flowers, and the person came back and said: "As expected, there are indeed people waiting in the lower reaches of the river."

Ran Mingjiang put down the note in his hand, "Which sect is closest?"

"The Beaulieu Gate."

Those who were arrested were unmoved, and said instead: "Although Panlongmen is not a big name in the world, at least there are hundreds of people, leader, you can arrest them all and interrogate them one by one."

His tone was extremely provocative, "If you don't worry about it, you can kill him."

While speaking, he didn't care about the life and death of the people in Panlongmen.

Ran Mingjiang threw a note on the ground with only a short sentence written on it: Fifteen, homesick.

The person who was proud just now froze, but quickly regained his composure: "What is this?"

"I have not only captured you as a remnant of the rebel army," Ran Mingjiang said lightly: "Unfortunately, the last person who was caught just recruited all the code words you used. He once said that these four words are notice For your evacuation."

Yu Bi glanced at his subordinates: "Go and check the source of the note."

There was some uneasiness in the eyes of the person who was captured. He had long heard that the Star Luomeng had collected almost all the handwriting of all Jiang Hu people, and now it seems that it is not groundless.

"As for you," Ran Mingjiang said, "it will become another breakthrough."

The man shouted: "Even if I die, I won't speak a single word!"

Ran Mingjiang showed a cruel smile: "I forgot to tell you, all the people who were captured before said this sentence."

After he was dragged down, Jing Hai shook his head and recited Amitabha, which was different from Lin Xun's way of saying it in a foolish way. From his tone, one could easily feel a kind of compassion.

"These are the people who will soon participate in the new round of walking corpse plan." As soon as these words came out, Jing Hai's original compassion gradually weakened a lot.

The plan went extremely smoothly, and Ran Mingjiang's mood was rarely better. This kind of good mood did not last long. When he randomly opened a note out of boredom, the calmness on his face suddenly froze.

A vivid dog's head was drawn on the paper, and a line of small characters was written on it in very delicate handwriting: I believe there will be no idiot peeping, haha.

Ran Mingjiang: ...

He only came back to his senses after Abbot Jinghai yelled several times. Ran Mingjiang crumpled the note and held it in the palm of his hand, with a stiff smile: "Sorry, I didn't hear clearly just now."

Jinghai felt that his expression was a little unnatural, so he suppressed his doubts for the time being and took out a Buddhist scripture and put it in front of him.

Ran Mingjiang's eyes lit up, "The abbot is indeed a person who keeps his promise."

Jing Hai frowned: "I don't know why the leader is obsessed with this scripture, but I hope the leader can keep his promise and stop the plan of the remnants of the rebel army."

"You should try your best." Ran Mingjiang said, "With the help of Shaolin Temple, I will uproot them this time."

After Jinghai left, Ran Mingjiang looked at the scriptures alone. This is not a scripture in the traditional sense, it is more like a strange book. It records in detail the terrifying events that happened in some border towns in the past. When he turned to the pages describing the Sutra of Rebirth, Ran Mingjiang didn't continue to turn back, but carefully browsed each line of small words.

I don't know how long it has passed, a man with disheveled hair came out from the secret room of the study. His eyes were blood red, and he looked like a demon walking out of the darkness. He looked at Ran Mingjiang and asked:

"Why didn't you call me when I was gone?"

Ran Mingjiang didn't answer, and after a long time, after browsing the page completely, he said, "I forgot."

Without giving the man time to lose his temper, he asked directly, "How is the experiment going?"

The man immediately showed a maniacal smile: "It's just a little bit to the last, I have done experiments with a large number of corpses, and now I am just short of the last step, preparing to directly conduct physical experiments on those people brought back from Jintao Town."

Ran Mingjiang: "They were all subordinates of Zilin in the past, but they chose to betray at the last moment. I want these people to pay the price."

"Don't worry, even if the experiment is successful, I will help you get rid of these dirty things." The man said excitedly, "It will bring people back from the dead. As long as the physical experiment is successful, Lord Yu may be reborn."

Ran Mingjiang threw the scriptures into his hands: "What you want."

The man stuck the scriptures to his chest, and he shed hot tears: "The grievances and resentments of the lord, together with the return of the lord, will be returned to those traitors and remnants."

He staggered back into the secret room, there were two bloody men looking at him with horrified eyes, but the man was kneeling on the ground, looking at the portrait on the wall, wailing hoarsely and sharply.

……

After drinking for three rounds, Lin Xun was far from drunk, but his head was a little dizzy. When he returned to his room, he immediately lay down on the bed. The slight drunkenness after drinking made him feel like he was boating on the lake.

[System: Please keep the host awake. 】

Lin Xun was like a mummy, lying motionless between the quilts.

[System: Someone is trying to revive the host's predecessor, please stop it as soon as possible. 】

Lin Xun yawned and said 'oh'.

[System: Once successful...]

Lin Xun interrupted it: "Will I disappear?"

Isn't this exactly what he wanted, Yu Zilin's resurrection would naturally prevent Ran Mingjiang from becoming black, and he could leave this inexplicable world and continue his practice in the next world.

[System: The host will not disappear, but will become schizophrenic. 】

Lin Xun: ...

[System: Every time it succeeds, the number of host splits increases by one, and there is no upper limit. 】

"...Where is it?" Lin Xun gritted his teeth; "I'm going now."