Volume 1: Winds Rising From the Mountains and Swamps Chapter 172: The Shackles of Life and Death
Lin Yi was unexpectedly exempted, and Mu Qing'er and Zhen Yuanzi smiled for this. //*--Greenx-on:Color#Xiao￥Shuo＆Net--Meng Shan and others also breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that the Tianlong Sect is not worthless, and His Royal Highness Ping Wang has done his best for this matter. However, there are also many resentful disciples.
When the officials saw that the old Taoist priest had disappeared, they asked the soldiers to remove Lin Yi's shackles. But the soldiers reported with bitter faces that the shackles were already riveted, and they had to go back to find a blacksmith. It seems that when they caught Lin Yi, they didn't want to let him go alive.
The two soldiers guarding Lin Yi had a cold and evil smile on their faces. The officials supervising the execution didn't care about these trivial matters. They waved their hands impatiently and asked Lin Yi to move aside so as not to hinder the execution.
And Lin Yi was still standing there. Seeing that the old Taoist priest really walked away, he was slightly relieved. It's strange that he didn't kill me when the time came! When he couldn't bear it anymore, he wanted to make a scene in the capital, but who would have thought that a real person who protects the country would come out. It seems that this place is really a place where dragons and crouching tigers are hidden.
In a difficult situation, he must persevere, but there is always an unexpected result if there is a turnaround. This incident touched Lin Yi deeply.
Looking at the disheveled man on the execution platform, he was kneeling on the ground waiting to be beheaded. This death row prisoner is just another scapegoat. In this world, people are like grass! Lin Yi sighed secretly, he clasped his fists at him from a distance, and then turned around.
"Get out! You are lucky!" The two soldiers drove Lin Yi away with curses.
Lin Yi looked down at the shackles on his body and ignored the soldiers' curses. His eyes flashed with anger, his arms shook, and the clanging sound was harsh. With a "boom--", the dozens of kilograms of shackles suddenly exploded into pieces.
Regardless of the two soldiers' surprise, Lin Yi stepped forward and kicked one of them. The other party had no time to dodge and was kicked more than two meters away, falling on his face.
"You two boys are lucky! Humph!" Lin Yi threw the fragments of shackles in his hand back and walked away.
The officials and soldiers were also frightened by Lin Yi's arrogance. This is the execution ground! How can this young man have so much strength? In a blink of an eye, he beat the law enforcement soldier.
But Lin Yi has been pardoned and is now innocent. The real protector of the country has just left, so it is difficult for these officials and soldiers to do anything to him.
The two soldiers got up in shock, thinking about what Lin Yi had just said, and they were also scared and sweating. If this man really gets angry, his small body is really not as strong as the shackles.
Lin Yi walked out of the field alone.
He turned a blind eye to everything around him, as if he was the only one in the world.
Lin Yi walked steadily, his expression was calm, and his thin body stood straight, like a jade in the wind and rain, a cliff in the clouds and mist, ordinary yet extraordinary. The dust on his face, the grass on his head, and the torn clothes could not hide the spirit in his eyes!
His mind was more relaxed than ever before, making Lin Yi feel that many of the burdens in the world had been thrown away with the shackles.
For several years, Lin Yi has always been like a child who has left the care of adults, cautious and careful in everything. He was only seventeen years old, but his mind was as deep as that of a middle-aged man, without the comfort and happiness of ordinary young people.
All this is the helplessness of being in this world. He wants to stay away from the troubles of the world, and he wants to practice Taoism with his heart. But he has always been like a person walking in the dark, always in a state of panic, with too many inexplicable and unknown things in his heart, which makes people confused.
He thinks too much at a young age. Thinking about the future of his relatives, worrying about the safety of his friends, and understanding the warmth and coldness of human feelings, even Su Xueyun made him worry.
After walking in the world for a long time, he has more concerns. How can he achieve a clear mind and a clear spirit? If he can't let go, how can he practice?
After walking on the execution ground, facing the moment of life and death, facing this group of beasts, he broke free from the shackles and removed the shackles in his heart.
At the moment when the master left, his mood was always depressed. He also laughed, but he never felt relaxed in his heart. He learned others' gloom, calculation, and sophistication. In the end, he found that he was still Lin Yi. He couldn't be someone else, and others couldn't change him.
Acting according to one's heart, walking in this world, why should one go against nature!
The soldiers pushed aside the crowd, and the people consciously made way for them, like a river flowing, flashing a gap in the hustle and bustle.
Lin Yi slowly walked through the crowd, as if walking on the shore of the world. The world is very close to him, but he wants to go away alone——
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In a house in the capital, Lan Ping lies on the couch, still in a state of confusion.
The woman next to him is worried. I heard from the people in the prison that their master has epilepsy, but he has consulted a doctor, but there is no medicine to cure him. The doctor said that this disease is very similar to hysteria, or the prison is full of evil spirits, and it may be evil.
The drums outside have passed, and the night is deep.
The woman sighed, called a maid to keep watch, and went to rest.
The little maid saw the lady walking away, and she also hid in the outer room to sleep.
There was a faint sound of singing and singing in the distance. The night in the capital is a good time for fun.
There was only a white wax burning quietly in the house. Lan Ping stared at the beams with his eyes blankly, drooling, and he was no longer the majestic captain.
A cold wind blew, the candlelight flickered, and a figure appeared out of thin air in front of Lan Ping.
Lying on his back, Lan Ping seemed to have sensed something, and tilted his head. His dull eyes revealed an unspeakable panic. He trembled and stretched out his finger——
"You..."
The person who came was wearing a torn gray robe. He looked about seventeen or eighteen years old and had a stern face. He was Lin Yi.
Lin Yi looked coldly at Lan Ping on the couch, pointed his finger, and a wisp of wind hit his critical point.
Lan Ping let out a long breath and dropped his arms weakly. His eyes were open, but his pupils were dilated and lifeless!
Lin Yi reached out and grabbed it, and two things flew out from beside the couch, which were the Qiankun Bag and the Purple Gold Gourd. Only then did he feel relieved, his steps moved lightly, and his figure faintly disappeared.
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Yihonglou is a famous brothel in Beijing.
Late at night, it is the time when the Yihong Tower is lit with lights and red wine. In a beautifully decorated private room on the second floor, several men were enjoying themselves with wine, each holding a few half-naked young women in their arms, laughing lewdly.
Several women also murmured softly, their eyebrows flying, and they smiled coquettishly. In the spring scenery, a skinny middle-aged man was rubbing the soft flesh in his arms. Hearing the continuous cooing, he laughed proudly.
The flower window of the private room facing the street was open, and a gust of breeze blew by. The man who was laughing actually threw his head back and fell, and the wine glass in his hand was scattered far away. The private room suddenly screamed——
"Shilang Chen...?"
Lin Yi stood on the roof of Yihong Building, looking at the chaos below, silently lost in thought.
He didn't want to kill someone in such a hurry, but after seeing the old Taoist priest, Lin Yi didn't dare to be careless. His Qiankun bag is still with Lan Ping, and if he doesn't get it back in time, there may be an accident.
The cultivation level of the Protector of the Country may not be high, but who knows what unpredictable methods he may have. He still knew too few spells, so instead of dealing with it with bare hands, he had no chance of winning.
Facing ordinary people, Lin Yi seems to be very powerful. But when facing his comrades, he realizes that his own means are pitiful.
Fortunately, there is still the Wolf Fang Sword. If he doesn't get it back in time, Lin Yi will really feel uneasy.
After Lin Yi came back from the execution ground, he thanked Elder Meng for the medicine, said hello to everyone, and then said he was tired, so he stayed alone in the room and pretended to sleep. After nightfall, he sneaked out of Siping Pavilion, just to put a final end to all this.
After taking off the broken gray robe and putting it away, he took out a new one from the Qiankun bag and put it on. Then Lin Yi tapped his toes and turned into a breeze.
While speeding on the roof, Lin thought about it and headed towards the prison. The heavily guarded prison had no way of detecting his arrival.
He arrived at the door of the dungeon with ease, only to find that the door was locked. Lin Yi didn't want to alarm others, and when he was looking for the key, he hesitated, and his consciousness stretched into the dungeon.
In that iron cage, the figure of the old man was gone.
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A carriage passed through the street and entered an alley. We arrived home not far ahead, and the people in the car breathed a sigh of relief. A lantern was lit in the carriage, and a man in his thirties looked a little pale. He had a pair of lifeless fish eyes, with a bit of panic and a bit of luck.
The car stopped in front of a house. The man did not yell as usual, but hurriedly jumped out of the carriage. He did not forget to turn around and say: "Mistress, don't forget to close the courtyard door!"
When he came to the door of the back house, he saw that the lights were still on. The man breathed a sigh of relief. When he was about to push the door open, a breeze suddenly blew, and a familiar figure appeared in front of him.
"Plop"
The man's face changed drastically, and he knelt on the ground. His voice was trembling, and he begged for mercy: "Brother Lin, it's all my fault. I was confused for a moment. Please spare me..."
The visitor was a young man in gray robes. He didn't pay attention to the pleadings of the people on the ground. He raised his finger——
"Squeak--" The door of the house opened, and a seven or eight-year-old girl appeared in front of the door, followed by a woman.
"Daddy——"
"Husband——"
Seeing the man kneeling begging for mercy and the ghostly figure in the night, the woman hugged the girl and each of them exclaimed.
Hearing the sound, the man turned around and waved his hands in fright. Seeing that his wife was stunned and there was no response, he turned around anxiously, kowtowed like garlic, and hurriedly begged: "Brother Lin, my sins are not as bad as those of hers and my mother." ! It’s all my fault. I went to watch the excitement at the boathouse the next day and was recognized by someone. I had no choice but to... I deserve to die! This matter has nothing to do with her mother-in-law. Please show your respect. …”
"Duo'er——"
The woman exclaimed again. The girl in her arms had broken free and knelt down with the man. She said to the figure who stood quietly and raised her finger: "My father often scolded my mother. He He is not a good person. I am afraid he has caused trouble again today. As a daughter, Duoduo is willing to bear the consequences for his father. Please spare him for once..."
The girl was pretty and had tears streaming down her face, but she was kneeling with her face held high.
"What a lot! This is daddy's retribution! It has nothing to do with your child, go back to the house with your mother quickly..." The man was so anxious that he didn't know what to do. He looked at his daughter with pity, tears also flowed out, and he couldn't bear it. He kept turning around and shouting: "Madam, take Duoduo back quickly!"
The lady was leaning against the door, with tears on her cheeks, staring blankly ahead——
Seeing this, the man looked back in panic. The figure with murderous intent had disappeared.
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In the sky prison, the familiar figure that Lin Yi saw in his consciousness was actually Mr. Li.
The government officials arrested Han Sheng and later found the Siping Pavilion. They even found out that the person who caused the fuss was Lin Yi. For this reason, he was also surprised by the government's vigorous and resolute methods, and deeply reflected on his own recklessness.
But with the appearance of Young Master Li, all this came to light.
Lin Yi, who was in the prison, already knew the whole story. Therefore, after he killed Lan Ping and Chen Shilang, Master Li was the third person he wanted to kill.
…
Silent in the dark night, the figure was like the wind——
——(One volume. End)——
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Conclusion of this volume: A volume of Jianghu and the mortal world ended like smoke and clouds. This is a nonsense story, made up in my spare time, with a hodgepodge of writing styles, and it is also very casual. It is no different from the idle chat of a rough man. It is just an old man telling a story. There is no school, and I don’t think about it. Those book friends should not be shabby in the book review area, haha! What is Jianghu, I can’t explain it clearly. Although I also ran through the so-called Jianghu in my early years, I had enough of the helplessness of being unable to control myself and the desolation of being displaced, but with my poor writing style, I still can’t write it. What is the mortal world, I don’t understand it even more. I only know that beautiful things are always in dreams, but now, with insufficient sleep, beautiful dreams are getting fewer and fewer.
Friends who have read the first volume and are willing to continue practicing after experiencing some torture, please read the second volume "Yun Ji Cang Hai". Also, fellow Taoists who have been influenced by famous works, if you don't like Wuxian, don't spit on it, just think of us as Calabash Brothers fighting Ultraman.
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