Black powder self-cultivation

Lin Tianluo opened his eyes suddenly, sat up from the bed, and looked at the surrounding environment.

Antique furniture, turquoise curtains, rising smoke and an unknown pot of flowers in the corner.

Lin Tianluo subconsciously reached out her hand and touched Qing Jue Jian from under the pillow, and hugged it in her arms, feeling a chill in her heart—was it Lihun or just a dream?

There was a soft sound outside the house, Lin Tianluo got out of bed, held his breath, and asked, "Who is it?"

After a while, the door was pushed open, and a handsome figure walked in.

"Brother, no, Senior Brother." Lin Tianluo found that it was really difficult for him to change his words for a while, even though Lin Qingyu was not his eldest brother in the first place.

"En." Lin Qingyu sat down on the edge of his bed familiarly.

"How long has senior brother been standing outside the house?" Lin Tianluo hesitated.

"Not long." Lin Qingyu looked at him, "Ruoshui's parents are here."

"So fast?" Lin Tianluo was surprised.

"They originally planned to come to Tianshan to see their daughter, but they happened to run into each other on the way."

Lin Tianluo lowered her eyes: "I didn't expect to see the dead body of my daughter when I came here. They will feel very sad."

Lin Qingyu touched his head and said in a low voice, "Luoer..."

"I'm fine, I just feel that the most pitiful thing in the world is a white-haired person giving a black-haired person."

"So Luo'er should live well, and don't make Mrs. Lin and Master Lin sad."

"Well, you too." Lin Tianluo hooked the corners of his lips reluctantly, and laughed in a low voice.

"Ruoshui's body will be cremated tomorrow." Lin Qingyu said suddenly.

Lin Tianluo was shocked, her lips trembled slightly: "Why..."

"It's a long way from Tianshan to Yangzhou. Ruoshui's parents are old. It would be too inconvenient to transport the coffin back to Yangzhou. Moreover, the condition of Ruoshui's body..."

"I understand." Lin Tianluo nodded, "Let's go to send Ruoshui together tomorrow, she likes you the most."

Lin Qingyu's eyes darkened.

Lin Tianluo reacted and apologized quickly: "I, I didn't mean to mock you."

"It's okay." Lin Qingyu comforted him, "I know what you mean, go to bed early, tomorrow will be sunny."

***

As Lin Qingyu said, the next day was cloudless.

Lin Tianluo arrived at the scene of Ruoshui's cremation early. The Tianshan disciples were all dressed in white, standing solemnly in the wind, quite bleak.

Ruoshui lay on a high pyre, waiting for the fire to burn.She looked so quiet, people who didn't know it almost thought she was just asleep.

Ruoshui's parents, as Lin Qingyu said, were old, and the couple stood side by side with their backs arched and sad expressions on their faces.Ruoshui is their youngest daughter. Their family has been in business for generations. Ruoshui has three older brothers who are all businessmen. She is the only daughter. At the age of 11, Ruoshui saw a knight from Tianshan galloping past on the street, and since then he has left a dream in his heart.

It was a long time later that Lin Tianluo found out that the knight-errant who rode his horse past Yangzhou City was Lin Qingyu.

He turned his head to look at Lin Qingyu who was also standing in the wind. His face was expressionless, as if he felt Lin Tianluo's gaze. He raised his head and looked at Lin Tianluo, looking at him from a distance.

Master handed the torch to Ruoshui's father.

Ruoshui's mother bowed to him, walked towards Lin Qingyu suddenly, raised her hand and slapped him.

Snapped--

The already quiet surroundings became a little quieter now, everyone turned their heads to look at Lin Qingyu, only Lin Tianluo exclaimed in a low voice: "Senior brother——"

Lin Qingyu's head was thrown sideways, and his hair was a little messy.

He could have dodged, but he didn't.

"I slapped you on behalf of Ruoshui." The old woman's voice sounded a bit heart-piercing.

Lin Tianluo walked over quickly, stood beside Lin Qingyu, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry about the Ruoshui matter."

The old woman glanced at him sharply.

Lin Tianluo's body froze slightly, but fortunately the old woman said nothing else, walked back to her wife, and cremated her daughter's body with him.

When collecting the ashes, Lin Tian walked up to the two old people and said in a low voice, "Let me help the two old people."

Seeing that the couple did not refuse, Lin Tianluo squatted down and picked up the ashes on the ground with his hands.

Finally put all the ashes into the kit, Lin Tianluo handed the kit to the couple, walked back to Lin Qingyu without saying a word.

Lin Qingyu glanced at him.

After returning, Lin Tianluo couldn't wait to wash his hands, so he dragged Lin Qingyu back into the house, and closed the door tightly before he was relieved.

"What's the matter?" Seeing his serious expression, Lin Qingyu couldn't help asking.

"Look at this." Lin Tianluo took out a shiny silver object from his sleeve and handed it to Lin Qingyu, "I found this in Ruoshui's ashes just now."

Lin Qingyu saw the thing clearly, and his eyes froze: "Luo'er, put down what's in your hand."

Lin Tianluo was taken aback, and with a ding, the silver needle in his hand fell to the ground, and he looked at Lin Qingyu with wide eyes: "What's wrong?"

Lin Qingyu didn't speak, and pulled his hand in front of him and looked at it carefully for a moment, making sure that it wasn't stabbed, so he felt relieved.He bent down and picked up the silver needle, and said in a low voice, "This is a green needle, so it won't deform or change color even after being burned by fire."

"Sell... the soul needle?" Lin Tianluo couldn't understand for a while, "What is it?"

"Yan Luo from hell, Luo Sheng in the world; secluded blue skirt, enchantress*." Lin Qingyu slowly read out sixteen words, looked at Lin Tianluo, "these sixteen words are used to describe Rashomon and Lan Ji respectively .”

Lin Tianluo shook his head.

"Rashomon and Nether Palace are two major killer organizations in Jianghu. Lan Ji ranks third in Rashomon. The weapon is a needle. Rumor has it that anyone who gets hit by a needle will surely die."

Lin Tianluo was terrified for a while: "So Ruoshui died at the hands of Lan Ji?"

Lin Qingyu shook his head: "Lan Ji is dead. She died at the hands of an unknown swordsman 16 years ago."

"She's dead, who would use a needle?" Lin Tianluo's eyes trembled, "A descendant of Lan Ji? But why did she kill Ruoshui?"

Lin Qingyu shook his head: "The needle pierced the bone, and there was no trace of scar on the body, so we couldn't check it out."

Lin Tianluo sat down, poured a cup of herbal tea into her stomach to suppress her shock: "I still don't understand, Ruoshui is a little girl, and their family has been in business for generations and has no enemies. Why did Lan Ji's descendants kill Ruoshui?"

"Maybe that person didn't intend to kill Ruoshui." Lin Qingyu also sat down, pressed Lin Tianluo's wrist, and said in a low voice, "The water is cold, don't drink it."

"Actually, the swordsman who killed Lan Ji was the master, right?" Lin Tianluo turned to look at him.

"I don't know." Lin Qingyu shook his head.

"Do you want to tell Master about the needle?"

"No." Lin Qingyu shook his head, "Don't tell him yet."

"En." Lin Tianluo nodded, "Maybe that person has already sneaked into Tianshan Mountain, telling the master will scare the snake."

"Today is tiring enough, you go to bed early, and I will leave the matter of Lan Ji and the needle to me. You don't have to worry about anything, just protect yourself."

Lin Tianluo said: "Don't worry, I won't hold you back."

Lin Qingyu smiled slightly, took out a piece of silk, carefully wrapped the needle and put it in the sleeve.Lin Tianluo was terrified when he saw it, and couldn't help reminding: "Be careful, don't be stabbed by it."

Lin Qingyu patted his head to comfort him.

Although something like Ruoshui happened, Lin Tianluo's martial arts practice was not delayed. Lin Qingyu would show up in his room on time every day when the sky was slightly bright, fish him out of the bed, and let him lie in his arms It was Lin Qingyu's daily routine to get Lin Tianluo to get up while taking a nap to dress him.

Although it was a bit hard, Lin Tianluo did not give up, and took every opportunity to doze off every day, even squatting for a while while eating.No way, he developed a habit of going to bed late in his previous life, and he still can’t change it after coming here. Even without computers and games, he can count the stars until very late. By the way, the night view of Tianshan Mountain is so beautiful that every star The stars are like silver diamonds inlaid in the night, shining brightly, making people unable to move their eyes away.

When Lin Tianluo was dozing off, Lin Qingyu would always wake him up with a helpless expression on his face. Even so, he was not "accommodating".Fortunately, Lin Qingyu would accompany Lin Tianluo when he was squatting. At that time, he would always draw out his saber and draw countless sword flowers in the morning wind. Lin Tianluo couldn't take his eyes off his elegant and unrestrained figure.

Tianshan's disciples gradually forgot Ruoshui's death, and Lin Tianluo's squatting time also changed from one hour to three hours, that is to say, he was squatting all morning, but because of the elegant figure of the male god, he endured.

On this day, Lin Tianluo still came to the square to squat on horseback, and imagined what sword technique Lin Qingyu would dance today.Lin Qingyu knows a lot of sword moves, almost every day for the past three months has not been repeated. Thanks to the blessing of squatting, Lin Tianluo feels that his thin body seems to be stronger, and he walks like a tiger. The day of becoming a peerless hero is just around the corner, and I feel a little excited when I think about it.

But today Lin Qingyu unexpectedly disappeared after successfully pulling him out of the bed.

Lin Tianluo was very confused, he had a great opportunity, he decided to sleep for a while, anyway, Lin Qingyu would call him when he came.

He found a pillar, sat down leaning against it, and dozed off with his head tilted.

After an unknown amount of time, someone gently pushed him.Lin Tianluo opened his eyes and found that it wasn't Lin Qingyu, but a little fat man—Senior Brother Third.

He smiled and said hello: "Hello, Third Senior Brother."

"Why are you sleeping here?" Third senior brother frowned, "Eldest senior brother is waiting for you."

Lin Tianluo turned his head to look around, but he didn't see anyone, so he couldn't help but ask, "Where is he waiting for me?"