Xiao Shao closed his fingers, then gently put them down, and said, "I won't slaughter."

Lin Shu: "Yes."

He continued to watch Xiao Shao.

After a long time, Xiao Shao said lightly: "Although I have become a body of resentment, I only wish to be a human being for the rest of my life."

After a pause, he looked into the distance and continued, "Today, he made a vow that from now on, no matter whether he cultivates demons and immortals, whether he is an enemy or a friend, Xiao Shao will never use this magic power to hurt anyone in the world. If he violates this vow, purple thunder will fall from the sky and his soul will be destroyed."

His voice was gentle and his tone was plain, but Lin Shu knew that this person would do this if he said this.

In the light of the sky, Xiao Shao seemed to let go of a thought.

Lin Shu looked at him.

In any case, Xiao Shao's character seems to have not changed.

Or maybe it has changed a little, but the bottom line is still the bottom line, without any wavering.

It is not difficult to turn your hands into clouds and rain, and to wash away the imperial city of Northern Xia and unify the north and south.

But Xiao Shao has never been a person who uses any means.

Xiao Shao turned around and looked at him: "Go back now?"

Lin Shu nodded, and after a moment, he had some questions and asked him: "What is your current state?"

Xiao Shao frowned and said, I don’t know either.

Lin Shu tried the breath in his body in an exploratory way, but he saw that the true qi was thick and unfathomable in the meridians, and the momentum was as captivating as the abyss and Yue Zhi. It could no longer be described as the state of surviving the tribulation.

Xiao Shao controlled his arm to turn into blood mist, and then turned back, saying, "It seems that he will never die, nor will he be injured by weapons and spells."

He looked at the Zhezhu Sword hanging on Lin Shu's body: "Try it?"

Lin Shu drew his sword out of the sheath.

Xiao Shao showed his wrist to him.

Lin Shu stroked his wrist expressionlessly.

Xiao Shao: "You don't feel sorry for you."

Lin Shu: "After all, I am a sword cultivator who practices the ruthless Taoism."

He paddled down.

First, it was like hitting a wall of iron, so you couldn't go deeper. Then, Xiao Shao said, I'll remove the defense and try again.

The next thing went smoothly. The tip of the sword pierced into Xiao Shao's skin without any obstacles. But where the sword tip touched, the skin and bones turned into blood mist. The sword tip floated lightly and slashed it against each other, and then the blood mist breezes, without any injury to the wrist.

Weapons can pierce flesh and blood, but even the immortal divine weapons cannot do anything to a fog.

Then the problem arises.

The death of the great witch was caused by Lin Shu stabbing his heart into one another, and the man was absolutely dead.

Since the body of resentment will not be injured by any weapons and spells, how did he kill the great witch?

Xiao Shao said: "Maybe you were surprised and he didn't have time to defend."

Then he refuted himself: "The body of blood mist does not need to defend."

Lin Shu proposed the idea: "The Sword Pavilion's mind method kills evil and destroys demons, perhaps the ruthless sword intent has its own special features."

Then he refuted himself: "But I stabbed you with the Zhezhu Sword just now."

After the discussion failed, Xiao Shao said: "Forget it, the dead are gone."

He seemed a little sad: "He is not an extremely evil person, but his heart is confused. It's strange. Sometimes I feel that his breath is not strange. It seems to be an old acquaintance, but I don't remember knowing him once."

Lin Shu carefully explained to Xiao Shao: "Anyway, he is dead. I can't think of it, it's like this."

Xiao Shao looked serious: "The baby is right."

Lin Shu: “…”

After this episode passed, he stood up and returned to Reibeiguan.

Taking advantage of the dim morning light and before dawn, Xiao Shao led him to jump up from the top of the tower, flew over the entire Beixia Imperial City, and then headed south.

After an hour, I saw a checkpoint across the wilderness and between the mountains, and I was the one who turned to the North Pass.

Xiao Shao had turned himself back to Ling Fengxiao's appearance. He was wearing a winding red dress. When he landed on the top of the city, the generals shouted "Kow to His Highness Fengyang".

His Highness Fengyang was arrogant and cold, and said, get up.

A general immediately asked His Highness to move to the camp and arrange defensive matters.

Your Highness went there, and was still a little reluctant to leave before leaving, so he told Lin Shu that he would come back soon.

Lin Shu felt that the great witch was dead and Nan Xia had lost all his troubles. The eldest lady didn't have to spend too much energy from now on, so she was still very happy.

He returned to his residence.

"Master!" Qing Lu came up.

Lin Shu: "Can you recite the Qingyang Sword Technique?"

Qing Lu took the sword and slipped away: "I'll go carry it!"

All right.

Lin Shu continued to walk in.

Ling Su was practicing sword under a plum tree in the courtyard. Each move was straightforward and neat, and it looked very beautiful. When she saw him coming, she saluted and said, "Peace Master."

Continue walking in, the room is lit with a stove, and Fruit is teaching Yingying to play chess.

Seeing him coming, Yingying reached out to hug her.

Holding her soft and warm little daughter, Lin Shu looked at the chessboard. Yingying was not good at chess skills and was too young, so the chessboard was in decline.

After showing off his performance, he was about to successfully bear three fruits, a pair of eyes that looked very similar to Ling Fengxiao picked up Lin Shu, and then looked at the chessboard, meaning that he wanted to play with him - Lin Shu took the chess piece to play with him.

Time flies very quickly, and after a few sets of plates, the sun almost reached mid-air.

Suddenly, a mess of soldiers at the door were in chaos. A message soldier ran in and was stopped by Ling Su's sword: "Don't be rude."

Guozi pulled Lin Shuxun out, and the messenger knelt in front of Lin Shu, as if he was a little nervous, and didn't know what to call him: "This, this young master... Immortal Lord, Pavilion Master, save us!"

Lin Shu frowned slightly: "What's the matter?"

The messenger said: "Your Highness suddenly became furious and severely punished more than a dozen lieutenants. Now he summoned all the generals and tortured them one by one. The people in the tent were panicked. The old general really had no other choice. He said that the Pavilion Master... The Pavilion Master is your highness's husband, and he might be able to persuade him. Please come and persuade him. Otherwise, these dozens of lieutenants and generals would probably have their heads to the ground!"

Lin Shu frowned: "Why is Your Highness furious?"

"This..." The messenger looked embarrassed: "The villain didn't know, but for no reason, His Highness Fengyang suddenly changed his temperament..."

Lin Shu signaled him not to say anything else: "Take me over."

The messenger led the way with joy.

Lin Shu didn't care much about how many people wanted to land. Ling Fengxiao to punish them must have a reason. He went there, but was a little afraid that Ling Fengxiao's body would cause resentment and would make him angry to death.

The camp was solemn, and there were a row of soldiers kneeling in front of them, and they all dared not come out.

A piece of paper and pen and a broken inkstone were brushed off the ground.

The messenger led Lin Shu from behind, so he could not see Ling Fengxiao's expression now, and could only hear a cold voice like frost: "Seventeen bans, fifty-four beheads, three recurrences, more crimes, drag them out..."

Lin Shu walked out from behind the wooden screen and saw Ling Fengxiao's eyes were cold and expressionless, while the captain of the Hu Ben was already shaking like a sieve.

Looking at the dead look, Ling Fengxiao should have to say that he would drag it out and kill it.

Lin Shu saw Ling Fengxiao Yuguang glanced at him.

Then his tone eased: "...Drag it out, beat a hundred military sticks, and fill it with the fire-headed army."

The Hu Ben Captain seemed to have received a general amnesty and fell to the ground, trembling constantly, and was dragged down by two armored soldiers.

At this time, a gray-haired old general standing on the right of Ling Fengxiao also looked at him and let out a sigh of relief, as if he saw a savior.

Lin Shu looked at Ling Fengxiao's face again.

Not really angry.

Really, normal.

The young lady has been arrogant for twenty years and is just a tantrum. It’s no big deal.

These soldiers were on the border for a long time and had no idea about His Highness Fengyang. They thought that the "princess" were all gentle ladies. The difference was too big. They were also suppressed by the momentum of Ling Fengxiao's body that was almost like a land god. Only then would they be easily scared to death, and they would seek medical treatment in a hurry and ask him to save the situation.

Lin Shu walked over.

Ling Fengxiao pulled his hand, as if he wanted him to sit down.

However, Lin Shu did not choose to sit with the eldest lady, and only stood on the right.

The young lady first came to Beiguan and only brought some elite soldiers and was a woman. These soldiers were probably dissatisfied. Ling Fengxiao obviously wanted to kill the chicken to warn the monkey.

Since he is killing a chicken to warn the monkey, he cannot sit down next to the eldest lady - this will damage the eldest lady's majesty.

The old general saw that he did not stop him, but also stood by Ling Fengxiao's side with his despair.
To be continued...