Silas Lin and the Lost City of Souls Chapter 5

After Vivienne Ling finished instructing the villagers to be taken to Ning'an Mansion for resettlement, she jumped up and used Qinggong to leave. The red palace clothes swayed in the air and disappeared from everyone's sight.

The eldest lady was probably in a more irritable mood than they imagined, so much so that she didn't even want to walk this part of the way together.

"The eldest lady made a special trip to Minzhou City. I didn't expect this result." Elsie Ling said.

"From now on, if the eldest lady wants to marry someone else, she won't be able to marry the best ones." Ling Baojing said.

Fiona Ling snorted coldly: "It turns out that that damn ghost is not that good! That damn ghost's master is named Taoyuan Jun. Let me ask you, have you ever heard of this person's name in the world? He is just an unknown person, and What kind of good disciple can I teach?"

Elsie Ling sighed: "The person our village owner has chosen for the eldest lady is certainly good. The name 'Taoyuan Jun' is very reclusive. Maybe he is a hermit master who hides his secrets. It is a pity that he is a 'rebellion' The implication is so wide that even the hermit master cannot be alone. Otherwise, if Taoyuan Jun is still alive, how can there be no news for ten years? "

Silas Lin and the others followed them as quietly as chickens. Along the way, they listened to these girls worrying about the eldest lady's marriage. After exhaustively listing the young talents of the right age in the world, they came to the conclusion: none of them are worthy. Go to the eldest lady.

They were very worried, and Li Ji Mao and Li Ya Mao also sighed a few times, but Silas Lin himself was not very able to understand this feeling.

First, after all, he is not very familiar with the customs and customs of this world. In his original understanding, the death of a husband is not a shameful thing, let alone a baby K!ss that he has never seen before. Secondly, a girl who is accustomed to threatening people with "peeling skin" and "shattering bones" is really ruthless, and ruthless people are generally more cold-blooded.

---But no matter what kind of person the eldest lady is, it has nothing to do with him. He and this eldest lady just met by chance. From now on, they will probably say goodbye forever. All he wants now is to find a way to overcome his physical condition and start practicing.

When he thought about practicing, he suddenly remembered his previous life.

Every day I meditate in meditation at midnight, practice swordplay in the early morning, and pack my schoolbag to go to school at dawn.

There were many people in the classroom, and he had been sitting in the last corner, stacking thick textbooks in front of him, as if to isolate a world where no one would disturb him.

One day, all these things were pushed to the ground.

Several people surrounded him, mocking and insulting him with some words that he could no longer remember. They should be more vicious words than "mentally ill" and "mute", and more people were watching.

He squatted down and picked up those things on the table one by one, and then pushed them down again.

He lowered his head and continued to pick it up.

Probably, bullying a fool is really a boring thing, and watching a fool being bullied is not an interesting entertainment. After repeating it a few times, those people feel bored and disperse.

That day, he returned home and said to his master: I want to die.

The old man said: No, you have to practice swordsmanship. After the Mahayana, you can move freely between heaven and earth, and even nuclear weapons can't kill you. It's not illegal to kill people naturally, and you don't have to abide by the core socialist values. If you don't want to deal with people, don't deal with them. Tsk, be happy.

Silas Lin: Oh.

He didn't die and continued practicing his sword.

As I continued to practice, a few years passed like water, and the master died.

His life has not changed much, he still practices as he should, and he even got into college by the way.

Later, I gradually became Mahayana and had to overcome tribulations.

Later, we came here.

Except that there may be a little more people cultivating immortals, and there is no lightning rod, the source of all evil, the world is no different to Silas Lin.

Just how you lived your life in your last life, you can live your life this life just like practicing swordsmanship. For people like him, if they want to live comfortably, they must either die or go to Mahayana.

However, it is too difficult to cultivate immortality with this extremely poor body.

He was a little confused and his steps couldn't help but slow down.

Fiona Ling urged him: "Hurry up!"

He did some mental preparation and asked Fiona Ling, who looked fierce, "Are there many people outside who are cultivating immortals?"

"Why," Fiona Ling looked at him: "You also want to become an immortal?"

Silas Lin: "Yeah."

"It's quite simple." Fiona Ling didn't make things difficult for him. "Confucianism and Taoism like to say that there is no distinction between teachings. The same is true for us immortals. As long as there is talent, anyone can cultivate immortality."

Silas Lin felt that since talent was to be selected, it could not be said that she was educated and had no distinction. The cultural level of this girl Fiona Ling was a bit worrying.

But his reason prevented him from revealing the matter. He asked: "How to say?"

"For example, the 'Shangling Examination' will be held in two months. All the people of our Southern Xia Dynasty can participate," Fiona Ling said, "Whether they are Confucian scholars, warriors, immortals, Buddhists, etc., Anyone who passes the annual Shanngling Examination can enter the "Shangling Academy" in Shuzhou. In the academy, countless famous teachers teach, and if you want to learn, you will be able to achieve great results. Besides the Academy, there are several other Academy, although they are inferior, they are all good. "

After she finished speaking, she looked at Silas Lin from head to toe, and walked away as she said: "But, little beggar, I think you are too weak to practice martial arts, and naturally you have no Confucianism or Taoism. I'm afraid it's too much!"

Silas Lin felt a little worried, but he still silently recorded this "Shangling Test".

After returning to the village, Fiona Ling and his party conveyed the eldest lady's wishes to the villagers and said that they would be escorted safely to the more prosperous Ning'an Mansion a hundred miles away.

Naturally, the villagers burst into tears of gratitude. After thanking him in every possible way, they immediately began to pack up their belongings, discarding all the bulky items, leaving only some valuable items, which were loaded on carts and pulled by thin mules or donkeys.

The girls at Phoenix Villa didn't mind them being shabby, and helped them every step of the way.

Silas Lin stayed in his thatched house. The house was empty and there was really nothing to clean up, so he just looked at the roof and silently recited the mental formulas he had memorized before, so as not to forget them in the future.

I don’t know how long it took, but footsteps sounded outside the door, and it was the Mavis.

The Mavis held a black wooden box and said at the door: "Young hero, your master asked my family to keep this thing, saying that it would be left to you."

Silas Lin took it and said stiffly: "Thank you."

The Mavis glanced at him and said, "I didn't expect you to be handsome after you're clean."

Silas Lin's language system was not enough for him to respond to this sentence.

He looked at the box in his hand and felt that since his body was inherited from a master, it would be better to find out more about it, so he asked: "My master...why did you leave me here?"

The Mavis said "Hi" and said: "How do we know what the immortal is thinking? If you meet him in the future, just ask him yourself."

I'm afraid I won't recognize it even if I encounter it.

Or maybe the cheap master recognizes him, but he doesn’t recognize his master

He had to add: "I don't remember what he looks like."

"I remember roughly," a look of admiration appeared on the Mavis's face: "Young, very handsome in white clothes."

This is actually the same as not saying anything, because people who cultivate immortality often like to wear white clothes, and young people wearing white clothes are usually very handsome.

Silas Lin chose to continue asking: "What's your name?"

"I don't know." The Mavis said, "People like us can't know the names of immortals casually."

Silas Lin: "Thank you very much."

After saying thank you, his language reserve was completely drained and he fell into silence, and the atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

Fortunately, the Mavis waved her hand and said, "I have to pack my belongings and leave first."

Silas Lin breathed a sigh of relief and opened the box.

There are two things in the box.

The first is a smoky blue jade, which is very small and exquisite in quality. After holding it in your hand, a cool feeling immediately spreads from the palm of your hand to your limbs. It is a very spiritual jade.

The carving on the jade huang is very ingenious. It is a vivid little dragon. A small hole is circled in a certain part of its body, and a thin black rope is passed through it.

Silas Lin thought for a while, and finally picked up the thin black rope and hung the jade Huang around his neck.

Regardless of the origin of this jade Huang, its material is good. And good spiritual jade can warm and nourish the body and help the meridians. Although the effect is not great, it is better than nothing.

The material of the second thing cannot be seen. It looks like jade but not jade, and looks like gold but not gold. It is shaped like a cylinder with some auspicious and festive patterns painted on it.

Silas Lin picked it up and shook it, and sure enough he heard a sound.

He hoped that it contained the peerless martial arts secrets left by the master to his apprentices. After learning them, they could cleanse the marrow and transform them into useless ones.

The wish is beautiful, but I don’t know if it is the reality because I can’t open it.

This cylinder is very hard and cannot be broken open even if dropped, and there are no gaps in it, making it difficult for people to start.

Silas Lin put it away religiously, believing that it must contain a peerless secret book, and that he would be able to open it one day.

After half a day, everything was packed up, and a dozen mules and donkeys pulled a cart and set off.

Tobias Li and Barnaby Li each drove a donkey, and Silas Lin was assigned to the cart pulled by the two donkeys. All he had was a precious piece of luggage, Schrödinger's. cylinder.

Silas Lin smelled an ominous smell from this Schrödinger's cylinder for no apparent reason, probably because modern physics would always bring him bad luck.

When leaving the village, everyone, donkeys and mules, looked back at their ruined hometown, and then left happily.

Although they were happy, the journey of the donkey and mule was still very slow, so it took six days to reach Ning'an Mansion.

As expected, that person had exhausted his patience and became even more temperamental.

When they met at an inn, the eldest lady was drinking expressionlessly on the second floor. When someone came, she angrily threw a pile of things onto the table downstairs, causing a huge crack in the wooden table. .

It was a land deed, a stack of government documents, and a few banknotes. It turned out that the eldest lady did not leave with Fiona Ling, not because her husband died and she was too upset, but because she went first to report the news to the Ning'an Mansion official. In the past few days, the eldest lady not only solved the problem of the villagers' place of origin, but even bought a piece of land for them in the southern suburbs.

Elsie Ling gave the land deed and silver notes to the villagers who were afraid to accept them, and said warmly: "How can our villa be short of this little silver? We should thank Lin Shaoxia and the two brothers Li for leading the way for us."

"The eldest lady is still so kind-hearted," Fiona Ling rolled her eyes out of earshot of the villagers, "Quan should be doing some good deeds for that damn ghost."

The villagers were so grateful that they almost shouted that the eldest lady was Guanyin Bodhisattva.

Guanshiyin Bodhisattva did not express any gratitude to them. He even snorted coldly. He went downstairs and took out a white horse as white as snow and said, "Let's go."

Elsie Ling said "Hey" and said to the villagers: "Everyone, this is the end of our fate, so let's say goodbye."

But when I saw the eldest lady getting on the horse, the red gauze and gold threads on her clothes were hanging down on the snow-white body of the horse, she was extremely arrogant and noble. When the girls caught up, they started galloping, and the group of people gradually disappeared into the setting sun.

The villagers held the land deed, documents and banknotes: "What a good man."

Silas Lin felt it was a bit complicated. From this point of view, the eldest lady was not a completely cold-blooded person, and was even a little kind. After all, meeting by chance and being able to bring the villagers out of the ghost town is already the most benevolent thing.

Women are indeed fickle.

He decided to rename Schrödinger's cylinder as Vivienne Ling's cylinder. In this way, he not only maintained the nature of the cylinder, but also got rid of the shadow of modern physics.