Chapter 902 Brother Jian Is Released From Prison, Friendship Is Stronger than Gold

When Yi Lin saw Senior Brother Jian again, she felt a feeling of "a century of vicissitudes, things are different and people are different" in a trance.

I saw Jian Nanchun's white robe, which was dirty, like the uniform of the beggar gang leader in the movie, it was full of holes and dirt from top to bottom.

Brother Jian has disheveled hair, empty eyes, and dry lips, like a prodigal son who has suffered countless beatings in the world of mortals.

With this appearance, even Yi Lin couldn't help but feel distressed.

"Since you've come out, let's start a new life."

Yi Lin sighed softly and presented the gift box.

It contained six sets of his finely crafted swordsmen.

Jian Nanchun didn't pick it up, but walked straight up to Bi Tiexin, his empty eyes twitched slightly, and his haggard face became more lively: "Master, where is Junior Sister Chao?"

"Hmph, take care of yourself first!"

Bi Tiexin shook his long sleeve vigorously, and the low table beside him was cracked out of thin air. Bi Fat turned around so that Jian Nanchun and Yi Lin could not see his expression.

But look at Bi Pang's slightly trembling shoulders,

It seemed that Zhao Rushuang was imprisoned again, and he felt uncomfortable.

After all, Chao Rushuang is also a disciple he has carefully cultivated. Now it has been three years and three years, and he does not know when he will be released. How can Bi Pang be happy about this.

"No!"

As expected, Jiannanchun started to make trouble again.

His long, disheveled hair was windless and automatic, and after he yelled a word heartbreakingly, he burst into tears: "I, Jian Nanchun, have nothing else to ask for in this life, but ask my master to return my sister's innocence! Junior sister, I am wronged and... In short, I refuse to accept it!"

Bi Tie's heart trembled coldly.

This is the third time a similar conversation has taken place.

The first two times, he broke Jian Nanchun's leg with pain and locked him back.

Come this time?

Why are you still here?

Just when Bi Tiexin was about to kill his relatives righteously, Yi Lin raised his hand: "Elder Bi, I have a good relationship with Brother Jian, why don't you let me persuade you? It's not good for you to break his legs like this.

In case it is broken, and someday it cannot be connected, wouldn't it be a waste of Brother Jian's talent. "

Although Bi Tiexin was skeptical of Lin Yi's so-called "persuasion", but right now, he couldn't bear to do it again, and after thinking twice, he agreed.

"Elder Bi, please avoid it for a while, I'm afraid the movement will be a little violent."

While talking with a smile, Yi Lin stretched on the spot, stretched her legs, one, two, three, four, and began to do warm-up exercises.

Bi Fatty wondered, what are you doing for warm-up exercises when you talk nicely between your seniors and brothers. But seeing Lin Yi's confident appearance, Bi Tiexin nodded sullenly, with an appearance of "everything is under control", he floated out of the Discipline Hall with his hands behind his back, making room for the two of them to chat.

Flying hundreds of meters high in the air, Bi Tiexin turned his head, looked down from the heights, overlooked the fairy island, and focused his eyes on the Discipline Mountain.

In the Discipline Hall, as expected, there was noise.

It sounds a little intense.

And then……

boom!

The Discipline Hall... blew up!

Thick smoke billowed, and a single shot of smoke shot straight into the sky.

The defensive formations of the Discipline Hall were smashed to pieces, and a big hole was broken in the ceiling.

Bi Tiexin stared wide-eyed and opened his mouth wide, watching the black smoke billowing from the Mount of Discipline, he was stunned for a while before uttering a sentence from his mouth: "What kind of place is this... Your husband?"

He probably didn't know how to say "fuck", otherwise he would have scolded him long ago.

While Bi Tiexin was stunned, he saw Lin Yi smiling and walking slowly through the thick smoke. His right hand dragged Jian Nanchun, who was puffing out black smoke and had white eyes, looking up at Bi Fat, who was astonished, with a kind and shy face. Smiling: "Sorry, Elder Bi, Senior Brother Jian is rather stubborn, but in the end I convinced him. At least, he won't be so tempted to run back and shut himself up now."

After finishing speaking, the young man with a kind smile dragged the unconscious Senior Brother Jian away alive.

"My house!!!"

Bi Tiexin looked at his century-old foundation ruined in distress, and felt distressed.

After a while,

After Lin Yi and Jian Nanchun left, Xia Xiaoman hurried back to the mountain gate.

"Master!" Xia Xiaoman held on to Bi Tiexin as soon as he saw it, with an anxious expression on his face: "Master, I want to go down the mountain!"

...

...

An hour later.

Jian Nanchun, who ate Lin Yi's special "Extended Life Pill", finally came back to life.

After he woke up, recalling the scene in the Discipline Hall, he still had lingering fears.

Jian Nanchun stared helplessly at Junior Brother Lin Yi, offering more than a dozen strange flying swords, and was about to say with a sneer, "You don't know the heights of heaven and earth, Junior Brother, and calmly took over the dozen flying swords,

More than a dozen flying swords were all blown up.

How can this flying sword explode?

How could anyone in the world refine such a maddened magic weapon?

Jian Nanchun was immediately stunned.

Also woke up.

Dragging Jian Nanchun to the courtyard of the Linzhai villa, Jian Nanchun woke up and looked at the magnificent villa with a dazed expression.

He has a feeling that "times have changed".

Sure enough, Lin Yi said with a smile: "Brother Jian, times have changed."

Jian Nanchun: "..."

Yi Lin fetched a basin of water, wrung out a wet towel, and handed it to Jian Nanchun, motioning him to wipe off the dirt on his face and body, and made another stab at his mouth: "Junior Sister Xiaoman and I are already golden cores...it's broken The golden core of the promotion record."

Jian Nanchun's eyes widened.

Yi Lin could have used the cleaning technique to scrub Brother Jian from head to toe.

But Yi Lin felt that this way of scrubbing was more ritualistic.

Jiannanchun numbly wiped his face with a towel, not knowing what to say.

Junior brother Lin Yi gave him too much shock.

Three years ago, although junior brother Lin Yi behaved strangely, he was still a child no matter what.

But three years later, the old brat was already able to blow him up for fun.

Under the violent shock, his head was short-circuited for an instant, and the sadness from Chao Rushuang was temporarily thrown to the heavens.

"Senior Sister Chao...even if there is really a grievance, you can't explain it clearly in a few words. It is the decision made by the head." Yi Lin showed a strange smile: "This matter is not as serious as you imagined. Simple."

While wiping his face in grief, Jian Nanchun heard something in Lin Yi's words, and couldn't help asking: "What do you mean, Junior Brother?"

Yi Lin flicked her fingers, and the barrier fell.

In the enchantment, Yi Lin smiled and said to Jian Nanchun: "Three years ago, it seems that the head of the sect deliberately did it to let the 'traitor' show his feet. I assume that Senior Sister Chao is not the traitor, then the problem Here comes... who is the traitor inside the door?"

Jian Nanchun froze when he wiped his face, and froze in place.

This stiff lasted half a day,

Jian Nanchun fell into deep thought.

yes,

If there is really a traitor inside the door, then who is this traitor?

Yue Qingying?

Li Qianqian?

Or... someone else?

...

...

Actually,

Whether there are traitors in Tianjianmen really has nothing to do with Yi Lin.

Although Yi Lin has been here for a long time, she has a little affection. But from an intellectual analysis, he is still a passerby, even if he becomes a part of the story, it is still a story of a passerby.

He had suspicions, but no evidence.

Moreover, it is of no benefit to find out the traitor now.

Under Yi Lin's rational analysis, Jian Nanchun finally changed his mind.

Just going to Bi Tiexin's place to make a noise won't do anything. It would be better to regain his glory and find out the traitor, only then can Chao Rushuang be truly innocent.

Thinking of this, Jian Nanchun finally cheered up again. He combed and washed carefully, tied back his long hair, shaved off his sparse beard, put on a brand new white dress, and turned back into the windy Jiannanchun again. After realizing the idea, Senior Brother Jian tightly hugged the wooden box presented by Yi Lin. There were six dolls in it, and he was very moved: "Junior Brother Lin, you are really my good Junior Brother!"

"That must be!" Yi Lin admitted shamelessly.

"Your Fei Jian'er who can explode, can you share some with the senior brother?"

Jian Nanchun asked for help by the way.

Yi Lin's "chain self-explosive flying sword" was hardworking and stole a lot of materials from Zhujian Mountain, and then refined it with the furnace of Zhujian Mountain, so I cherish it very much. But since Jian Nanchun begged, Yi Lin was too embarrassed to refuse, so he evened it out, and let Senior Brother Jian save some use, after all, it was a one-time magic weapon, and it couldn't be recycled.

It was the first time Jian Nanchun held such an exaggerated and brutal magic weapon in his hand, and he wished he could fly out and try it immediately.

After putting away the "chain self-exploding flying sword", Jian Nanchun sat in the yard and began to think about how to save Chao Rushuang from the sea of ​​suffering.

Looking at Senior Brother Jian who had regained his glory, Yi Lin thought over and over again, but in the end he still didn't tell the story about Chonglou.

What if Brother Jian still has a chance?

Yi Lin thought so at the time.

After successfully picking up Jian Nanchun and being released from prison, Yi Lin plans to rectify the big ones tonight, to cleanse senior brother Jian and get rid of the filth.

And just as Yi Lin was cleaning the pots and pans in the kitchen, preparing the natural ingredients, and picking up the kitchen knife, she was ready to do it.

The temperature of the surrounding air dropped sharply,

A crying figure descended from the sky, and landed in the courtyard of Lin Zhai's villa with a whoosh.

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