Dressed as a heartthrob cannon fodder husband and wife

"You're not good at all. It's a waste to go to Wuxiang Mountain. You have to join in the fun." Early in the morning, Lin Fuheng came to see them off. Lin Fuheng packed his things for him.

Even though he said that, Lin Fuheng didn't stop him, he is still not as tall as Fuheng, so Fuheng took out the talisman from his bosom and put it on for him.

Lin Sijin's silver lock was given to His Royal Highness, and now his neck is empty, and the amulet is hot. He whispered, "I'm not good at all, but I won't lose to them."

He knows other methods, such as controlling subtle spiritual power, and inviting God.

Lin Fuheng snorted, "Why are you competing with them? Wuxiang Mountain won first place with the Sacred Heart of Snow Lotus. Do you want to use the Sacred Heart of Snow Lotus to save him?"

Of course he was talking about your Highness.

Lin Sijin had his own thoughts, and he said, "The Sacred Heart of Snow Lotus is for changing the bones, but it can't save His Royal Highness."

There are other ways to save His Royal Highness, but he will not tell Lin Fuheng.

"You are the only one who will be poor," Fu Heng patted his forehead, glanced at the hickey marks on his wrist, and now he is leaving, reluctantly not being as knowledgeable as he is.

"This time there are also disciples from the aristocratic family, the He family, the Mo family, and the Yun family... You don't have to get along with them when you go. If you bully them, just go back. Don't be wronged."

The corners of Lin Sijin's lips twitched slightly when he heard that, fortunately Fuheng had no children, otherwise he would have to teach a little devil.

"Understood, they must not dare to offend me, maybe they all thought I was you."

Lin Sijin muttered, thought of something, and pulled out two small amulets from his arms, "This is what I asked Xiao Feng to go to the temple last time, I will give you one, and you will give the other one to Your Highness another day." .”

Yesterday he left in a hurry and forgot to give it to Murong Fei. He warned: "Your Highness, don't embarrass your highness. Even if you kill demons on weekdays, don't underestimate the enemy. Don't get hurt. If something happens to you, I won't survive."

"Stop drinking, stop fooling around with your subordinates, they secretly call you Yinghua, last time I heard..."

The atmosphere was originally relaxed and cheerful, but now it froze, and a group of subordinates around became quiet.

Lin Fuheng raised his eyebrows slightly, and glanced back. A group of guards wearing long swords and robes holding the moon were as quiet as chickens, and none of them responded to Lin Fuheng's gaze.

"I'll be back soon, I must take the first place!" Lin Sijin hugged Lin Fuheng before leaving, and Lin Fuheng could lift him up as easily as a child, and then carried him into the carriage , Lin Sijin looked at the sky and was speechless, Fu Heng finally asked, "You really don't need the sword I chose for you?"

There are twelve famous swords in the three thousand lives, the leader is the evil sword Qiushui, who was originally in the endless hell, but his whereabouts are unknown.

Lin Sijin shook his head, "No, I don't have any feeling for these swords."

There is a feeling in the dark that there is a sword that belongs to him waiting for him.

"Be careful on the road."

Lin Sijin responded, Feng Rugao waited in the carriage, the carriage drove forward slowly, Lin Sijin bid farewell to Fu Heng and the guards.

"Bon voyage, young master!"

"When you go, remember not to be fascinated. I heard that the son of the He family will also go."

"Young master, pay attention to safety on the road, don't fight with Xiao Feng."

I heard that the eldest son of the He family went this time, he is a famous young genius, and his appearance is also famous for his beauty.

Lin Sijin just listened to it and didn't take it to heart. He used to be busy with business.

The city gradually went away, and the banner with the long sword and the moon pattern in the distance gradually disappeared. Lin Sijin looked at the distant sky and slowly retracted his sight.

—Your Highness, wait for me.

Wuxiang Mountain is far away, Lin Sijin always walks with Feng Rugao on the road, Feng Rugao works steadily, he hardly needs to worry about it, the itinerary is all arranged.

He collected many classics along the way, and besides the situation of Wuxiang Mountain, he also found out the general situation of the entire Three Thousand Worlds.

Before he and Feng Rugao entered the city, he went to the Sword Valley. The so-called Sword Valley is the place where swords are made. There are thousands of swords in it, some good and some bad.

Feng Rugao came here to pick it out for him. He couldn't live without a sword. Feng Rugao's Saber is a famous sword handed down from his family.

He was not really interested in the swords in the Sword Valley, but he insisted on choosing one. When he entered, there were countless swords in front of him, all in various colors.

Had to choose one, the blacksmith was forging in the distance, and what was being sharpened was a pitch-black sword, the hammer was burning red, and the black iron sword was not bent at all, but Lin Sijin heard a scream.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Lin Sijin heard a childish cry in his ear, and the cry was asking him for help, "It hurts so much, it hurts, help me."

He glanced at the pitch-black sword, but he didn't know that Qiu Shui usually deceives people with his child's voice, loves blood, and is easy to devour.

Lin Sijin poked Feng Rugao on one side, neither of them knew what Qiu Shui looked like, so he said, "Xiao Feng, that sword can speak."

"What did it say?"

Lin Sijin said, "Tell me to save it."

Usually the sword spirit would speak when it was born, Feng Rugao asked him, "Want?"

Lin Sijin shook his head, he passed by Qiushui, chose an ordinary silver sword from beside Qiushui, weighed it in his hand, "This is it."

Qiushui: "..."

They chose the sword and went back. Before Lin Sijin left, he heard the sword scolding him. He turned a deaf ear and touched his ears. After a month of travel, they were going to Wuxiang Mountain to report.

Feng Rugao wants to join Jianzu's sect and separate from him.

He was with most of the disciples, and Wuxiang Mountain had divided them into groups in advance.Lin Sijin received the token, and he glanced at the name on it, Lin Sijin, from Gusu.

Next to it is the name of a group of partners with him.

Crane House in Jingzhou——Crane Shouque.

It was the first time I saw this name, Lin Sijin took a second look, and remembered what those guards said when he was leaving, it couldn't be such a coincidence, the one who was assigned to him was the proud son of the He family?

He only thought about it for a moment, and quickly packed his things. He first went to buy a few Thousand Miles Sound Transmission Talismans. Lin Fuheng prepared a lot of spirit stones for him, but most of them were taken away by Feng Rugao.

Feng Rugao didn't allow him to spend money indiscriminately, so he didn't have much in his hand. He bought a few thousand-mile sound-transmitting talismans, and the rest were Xinhe. Slow and convenient.

Followed the instructions and went to his own yard, where two people lived in one room. He met many disciples along the way, from all over the world. Cultivation immortals usually have a much longer age, and basically there is nothing to tell from their appearance.

Lin Sijin found the small courtyard with his token, and packed up his things first after entering. He was going to find Feng Rugao later, but just as he put down his things, the silver sword in the baggage disappeared, replaced by a whole body A pitch-black sword.

Looking a little familiar, Lin Sijin frowned slightly, with a little scrutiny in his eyes, and poked the black sword with his fingertips.

The blade moved slightly, and let out a "嘤".

Lin Sijin recognized it, it was the sword that spoke to him.

"Where's my sword?" Lin Sijin hasn't found the sword of love in his dream, and now he doesn't like anything.

"I was eaten," Qiu Shui said slowly, "I thought you were pleasing to the eye, so I followed you. You have an aura that I like very much."

"Eat?" Lin Sijin shook Qiushui up and down, trying to shake out the silver sword he had chosen, but the silver sword didn't come out, but Qiushui was about to faint and screamed.

Lin Sijin felt that it was noisy, so he put down the sword again, and Qiu Shui turned around in circles, shouting while turning.

"What are you doing, you are not willing to follow me if I am willing to follow you, do you know who I am?"

"Who is it, don't say you are Qiushui," Lin Sijin poked Qiushui's body, "Every sword that can open my mouth, I said that I am Qiushui."

Qiu Shui: "..." Damn impostor!

"Let me follow you and you won't regret it, you kid really doesn't know anything..."

Qiu Shui was still yelling, Lin Sijin received a voice transmission from Feng Rugao, he took a look, and there was only this one room with two beds, it seemed that two people slept in one room.

"You'd better not move around all the time. If someone knows that you gave birth to a sword spirit, they will send it to the Jingling Pool first."

Qiu Shui immediately shut up. Sword spirits are divided into evil spirits and sword spirits. It obviously belongs to the category of evil spirits. It is not a good sword in itself.Even Jinglingchi couldn't kill him, but he didn't want to find himself guilty.

After Lin Sijin finished speaking, he settled down. He wanted to see Feng Rugao, so he brought Qiushui with him, intending to let Feng Rugao have a look.

The first day they came to Wuxiang Mountain was very busy. Lin Sijin went to see Feng Rugao and showed Feng Rugao the sword.They walked together, and many disciples talked on the way.

The Feng family is a family of sword cultivators, well-known in three thousand generations, and now Feng Rugao was selected by the sword ancestor again, it is luck that many people can't touch, this matter has long been spread.

Lin Sijin was personally selected by Fu Heng. He has been wearing a mask all the time, and his cultivation level can be easily seen, which is very low. Therefore, many people looked at him very clearly, thinking that he came in through the back door.

Dozens of versions have been circulated about being able to walk through the back door of Fuheng, with various theories.

"Who are you teaming up with?" Feng Rugao asked him.

"He Shou Que." Lin Sijin noticed that Feng Rugao's expression changed slightly when he heard the name, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's from the He family." Feng Rugao frowned slightly, "Stay away from him."

There was a little smile in Lin Sijin's voice, "Why, you also believe those rumors?"

The Crane family is the head of a family of three thousand generations, and they have always had a strong voice in the fairy sect. Until an evil god appeared in their family, even if they took the initiative to hand over their children to the elders for disposal, they were still criticized.

The evil god has already been dealt with, no one knows his name, only his ugly appearance, his mother died of bleeding when he was born, he is completely different from the eldest son of the He family.

This person was born as a bright moon, with extraordinary talents, even though the He family was criticized, they still couldn't hide the light of He Shouque.Famous at a young age, the new genius of the He family has become famous for three thousand generations because he slaughtered an entire group of Yaozu.

"The Feng family has friendship with the He family. I have met the eldest son. He was not originally called Shou Que until he came back from the Yaozu two years ago, and his personality changed drastically. He changed his name to He Shou Que himself."

Lin Sijin was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, "My personality has changed a lot... what does this mean?"

"I used to be very talented, but if I am not so cruel, I will be born to the Monster Slayer."

Although the human race and the monster race are mortal enemies, the slaughter of the clan is still a bit cruel.

But the elders of the Presbyterian Church like it very much, like such a cold-blooded and ruthless killing blade.

"In short, stay away from him. If there is anything wrong, send me a voice transmission." Feng Rugao said in a cold voice, put his fingertips on his hair, and quickly withdrew his hand.

"As for this sword, I cast a curse on it, it won't hurt you, you can use it until you find a sword you like."

When Lin Sijin went back, he kept thinking about what Feng Rugao said. He naturally listened to Xiao Bingkuang. After all, Xiao Bingkuang stayed by his side every day and would not cheat him.

Thinking like this, he returned to the small courtyard, opened the door, and saw a figure beside the bed.

They are grouped in groups of two, except for him, naturally another person.

The young man was tall, with a tall and straight figure, his black hair was slightly curly, and his facial features were deep and delicate, which could be called stunning.The eyebrows and eyes are like thick ink, and the eyes are like smudged glass, and there are scarlet earrings around the ears, which make the face even more radiant.

Even more charming than the spring scenery, with a gentle temperament, inexplicably giving people the illusion of wanting to get close.

It is indeed beautiful, Lin Sijin took a second look, and felt that the outline of the face was slightly familiar, maybe he had seen it in a painting of beauties, after all, most beauties looked the same.

There is a sense of sharpness and beauty.

Lin Sijin didn't speak yet, the boy put down the things in his hand, and he was wearing a wristband on his arm, and stretched out his hand towards him.

The voice is slightly deep, but it is as gentle as a lingling lake, like a spring breeze blowing by your ears.

"The crane guards the gate."

They are long-term partners, and it is really necessary to get to know each other. Lin Sijin is still wearing a mask at this time, he hesitates a little, and stretches out his hand.

"Lin Sijin."

The fingertips touched each other, and there was a very thick callus in the other's palm. Lin Sijin seemed to be scalded, and his fingertips shrank slightly.

The handshake was just for meaning, Lin Sijin moved her fingertips, met the young man's eyes, tried to struggle, but found that she couldn't.

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