She stopped talking and walked over and picked up the body of the cultivator in the blue shirt, and threw it into the cold pond on one side.

She has never liked to waste time and did not like to bother herself because of trivial matters.

As for a momentary mood, that is the most irrelevant thing.

No one will really die just because he doesn't like or feel sad.

Seeing her dealing with the enemy's corpse so neatly, Rong Yi's face turned pale again, who had never seen many dark sides of the outside world.

"The big men in Jiankang City are really so unscrupulous?" he couldn't help asking.

"I'm afraid it's even more unbridled than you think."

Looking at the body of the blue-shirted practitioner who finally disappeared into the undercurrent after swelling in the cold and sticky spring water several times, Lin Yi stood up with the wolf tooth stick as a crutch.

Rong Yi remained silent. When he left Luozhou, the first thing he thought about was to be famous. However, being famous was just to gain the attention of some big shots and be able to better serve the country.

In his opinion, the value of every practitioner is irreplaceable by hundreds of ordinary soldiers. Every practitioner is naturally a valuable asset of the dynasty. How can he become the private weapon of some powerful people?

However, before Meishan came out, the things he saw had already made him doubt his view of the world.

"Your luck is pretty good."

Yuan Yan glanced at Rong Yi, then looked at Lin Yi and said this lightly.

The two had a tacit understanding. Lin Yi knew that what she was talking about was not his injuries, but that she could get a close servant like Rong Yi.

"Your tactics are too unusual to the common sense of the servant."

Yuan Yan looked at Rong Yi, who was in a heavy mood, and said, "Have you ever heard of a kind of close servant called Yingshi?"

Neither Rong Yi nor Lin Yi thought the word was fresh.

In fact, most powerful people have such people around them.

This kind of guard is like a shadow, and he usually doesn't feel his existence at all. However, the more he is ignored, the more he can change the situation at some critical moments.

"You asked me to be Lin Yi's shadow servant?"

Rong Yi's voice was slightly dry. If he really followed Yuan Yan's proposal, he would have to face one thing first and never show up in the future, which means it would be difficult for him to have the reputation he wanted again.

"Do you need it?" Lin Yi couldn't help but smile. He was just a low-level young general in Tie Ce Army now, not an important figure.

Yuan Yan glanced at Lin Yi, too lazy to reply.

In Lin Yi's own opinion, it was unnecessary, but in Yuan Yan's opinion, since he is a true disciple of He Xiuxing, one of the Three Saints of the South Heaven, who is one of the young practitioners of the same generation, who is more important than Lin Yi?

Of course, it is best if you don’t want this thief in the Southern Dynasty to avoid getting upset in the future.

She raised her head and thought with a sneer in her heart.

"So even if I return to Tie Ce Army, I will hide first and not officially join Tie Ce Army?" Rong Yi was silent for a while and said.

Lin Yi was slightly stunned.

Yuan Yan nodded.

"Okay." Rong Yi nodded.

Lin Yi frowned slightly and said seriously: "It doesn't have to be like this."

"When I left Luozhou, I always considered the issue of being famous, but now, I probably have to consider the issue of how to survive first." Rong Yi smiled bitterly and said, "I can't imagine how you survive if an existence like the Xiao family really wants you to die."

"I find it difficult, too."

Lin Yi himself couldn't help but smile, "But it seems that everyone I see has not lived easily."

Yuan Yan fell completely silent.

She buried her head in a low voice and thought, why do the words of this thief in the Southern Dynasty always hit people's hearts so easily?

How great would it be if this person was in the Northern Wei Dynasty?

But if she had truly known her identity in the Northern Wei Dynasty, could she and him be like this?

All the world is difficult.

"Divid the spoils and divide the spoils." Lin Yi's clear voice sounded again. "Wei Qinglian, five firebi insects, how do you think we can divide it?"

I really don’t know what this little thief in the Southern Dynasty is. Will he always be so bright?

Yuan Yan's heart was a little cold and hard, feeling that he couldn't take advantage of it, so he said coldly, "Of course, it's cut it into three parts and divide it equally."

...

The spiritual medicines in Meishan cannot be endless. The battlefield in Meishan is the battlefield where the Northern and Southern dynasties have invested the most cultivators in history. However, whether it is the Southern Liang or the Northern Wei, the design from the beginning is actually not in the spiritual medicine itself.

The Yuan Yan’s intention was Chen Baowan, while the Southern Dynasty’s intention was Yuan Yan.

When Yuan Yan began her escape, the most powerful group of practitioners in the Northern Wei Dynasty also lost their command and began to escape. In fact, the battle in Meishan is hard to decide the outcome.

However, for some big names, they never care whether the plan of Yuanyan or Nantianyuan can be successful.

Even in the eyes of some people, people like Yuan Yan, who are already terrible in the hearts of most Northern Wei people, are just children.

A middle-aged man wearing a black cloth shirt is walking in the forest of Meishan.

He came from the Northern Wei Dynasty and his black cloth shirt seemed ordinary, but when he looked closely, the unusually delicate flowers were embroidered with the same black thread on the ordinary coarse cloth.

This needlessness often adds to the sense of mystery and ritual.

Half of his face was covered by a black bamboo hat. The lines of his mouth and nose were extremely firm when exposed outside the shadow of the bamboo hat, with a sense of power that was difficult to describe in words.

This bamboo hat is the style of the Southern Dynasty ascetic bamboo hat, but the surface of the bamboo hat is also embroidered with some kind of silk thread.

He was leaning on a green bamboo stick in his hand, which was the green jade bamboo on the green mountains of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

He walked very leisurely in Meishan, like walking in the flower streets of Luoyang.

The place he felt was a hillside several miles away.

At this time, the grass on this hillside was like brocade, and yellow wild chrysanthemums were mixed in the middle of the grass.

There is a goshawl parked on the hillside, which is a rare alien species and is several times larger than an ordinary goshawl.

Not far from the side of the goshawk, there was a handsome boy from the Southern Dynasty who was looking at a stone tablet.

This stone tablet must have existed in the barren hillside for a long time. The surface of the stone tablet is full of traces of dry moss peeling off, and there are some words that cannot be seen clearly on the stone tablet, which are already incomplete. However, at this time, the boy from the Southern Dynasty looked at the words on the stone tablet, but his eyebrows kept trembling.

He only felt that the damaged handwriting on this stone tablet had a sharp smell.

The man in a black cloth shirt walked through the mountains and forests and walked to the hillside. He quietly looked at the boy in the Southern Dynasty. Even the goshawk beside the boy did not notice his arrival.
Chapter completed!