Chapter 382

Seeing his request, he was indifferent to Lin Yi. Finally, Zhong Tianqing turned his eyes into a color of hatred. He had never hated a person so much. Unexpectedly, the person he hated so much was a little ant who could be crushed to death by himself.

At this moment, Zhong Tianqing's remorse has climbed to his heart again and again. He hates why he wants Lin Yi's "shadowless needle technique" again and again. If it hadn't been for this, he wouldn't have been in such a situation.

After venting on Zhong Tianqing, Lin Yi turns around and picks up the fallen silver needle from the ground to stab Zhong Tianqing's death.

Seeing Lin Yi getting closer and closer, Zhong Tianqing doesn't have much hope for survival, but he doesn't want to die so bent. Therefore, even when all acupoints are sealed, Zhong Tianqing is ready to fight back on his deathbed, hoping to take Lin Yi to die together.

Ah!!!

The scream came out of Zhong Tianqing's mouth. Lin Yi was stunned. He didn't know what else the immortal old guy could do. Lin Yi saw that the place where Lin Zhengfeng stabbed the silver needle on Zhong Tianqing had expanded several times, just like holes. It looked terrible. At the moment, Zhong Tianqing's face turned red and green veins burst on his forehead, An uncontrollable look.

Lin Yi knew that the old man was going to fight back before he died, so he suddenly fell back. Lin Zhengfeng on one side didn't have his hands idle, so he immediately took out more than ten silver needles and shot them at Zhong Tianqing one by one.

Plop!

After all, Zhong Tianqing still failed to kill Lin Yi before he died. Lin Yi watched Zhong Tianqing fall into a pool of blood. The blood on his body flowed out recklessly. His eyes stared wide and died in peace.

"Master, did you kill him directly?" Lin Yi said with a frightened look on his face. He was really shocked just now. He didn't expect that the old guy would kill himself if he didn't want to die.

Lin Zhengfeng didn't listen to Lin Yi. Instead, he frowned and hurried forward to check Zhong Tianqing's body. After a while, he showed a sudden realization.

"He didn't die under my needle, but in his own hands. In the final counterattack, he destroyed all his meridians, so I didn't kill him." Lin Zhengfeng said slowly.

Hearing this, Lin Yi also understood that he didn't expect the old guy to be so cruel to himself.

"He has no hope of survival, so he will kill you before he dies."

"Gulu!"

Lin Yi can't help swallowing his saliva. If Zhong Tianqing had insisted for a while, Lin Yi might have died in Jiuquan. Lin Yi takes a fluke attitude towards today's affairs. If it's not fluke, he may have died several times.

After confirming that Zhong Tianqing is dead and no longer pretends to be a corpse, Lin Yi finds a place to bury him. After all, people are dead. No matter how big the hatred is, it has gone with the wind.

After handling everything properly, Lin Yi followed Lin Zhengfeng back to the hut. Lin Yi saw a small figure far away. When Lin Yi walked in, he found that it was his daughter, Lin Xuewu.

Lin Yi looked at the little girl with two pigtails. Her heart was tender and rushed forward.

Lin Xuewu saw Grandpa coming with a man. The man was in rags. When the man saw himself, his eyes were wet, and then ran to him. Lin Xuewu stared at Lin Yi with curious eyes and looked at Lin Yi getting closer and closer.

Lin Yi Ran to Lin Xuewu, squatted down and hugged Lin Xuewu, but Lin Xuewu was even more surprised. Why did this strange uncle hug himself.

"Do you know who I am?" Lin Yi asked excitedly.

Looking at the familiar and strange uncle in front of her, Lin Xuewu stared with big eyes, shook his head, and then said with a milky voice: "uncle, why do you give Xuewu a very intimate atmosphere? Xuewu can feel that Xuewu has no parents since childhood, only Grandpa. How about you being the father of Xuewu?"

Hearing Lin Xuewu's words, Lin Yi is very sad. She has never fulfilled her responsibility of being a father for a day. She has only been thrown to her master since she was born. Lin Yi is more guilty in her heart.

"OK! Then uncle will be the father of snow dance in the future. My father will buy a lot of fun and delicious food for snow dance, okay?" Lin Yi was very happy when he looked at the little guy. In his father's eyes, his children can pour all their love.

"Well! Good!" Lin Xuewu has a clever appearance. She can see some similarities between Lin Yi from her face.

Looking at the two people talking and laughing there, Lin Zhengfeng suddenly remembered Lin Yi's childhood.

"Master, this medicine is too bitter, so I won't drink it?"

"Master, is this' shadowless acupuncture 'really as magical as you say?"

"Master, I'm so tired. Can I stop learning?"

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The scenes of the past are deeply imprinted in Lin Zhengfeng's mind. In the past, he regarded Lin Yi as his successor, so he urged him to study all the time. Maybe other boys outside are at the age of reading, while Lin Yi looks at raw ancient medical books every day. Other boys have a lot of toys, while Lin Yi has only cold silver needles.

Lin Zhengfeng feels that he owes Lin Yi. Whenever he looks at the weak shoulder carrying a burden that doesn't belong to his age, Lin Zhengfeng feels heartache. He asks himself again and again why he tortures a child who hasn't grown up yet.

Seeing that Lin Yi has to go into the mountain to collect medicine in the rainy weather, Lin Zhengfeng feels unbearable, but he will also warn himself again and again that if he doesn't pass on the "shadowless acupuncture", then he won't have any energy to train his disciples when he is old, so he is determined to let Lin Yi inherit his mantle, even if Lin Yi hates himself in the future, If you don't recognize yourself as a master, you have to endure it.

However, Lin Zhengfeng was not disappointed. Lin Yi's intelligence finally played a role. When he was 18, he finally learned all his medical skills. Lin Yi seemed to understand the reason why he did so.

Lin Zhengfeng wanted to make Lin Xuewu a person like Lin Yi, but every time he thought of Lin Yi's childhood, he gave up his thoughts again and again. He decided to respect the little one's choice, but to Lin Zhengfeng's surprise, Lin Xuewu seems to have a strong talent for the use of silver needles.

Whenever he uses the silver needle, Lin Xuewu always runs over slowly and looks at it carefully. Will he still draw a comparison? Lin Zhengfeng is often amused by this little spot.