My Sword Has a Way

Chapter 83 Lin Qingyun? Lin Jian 1?

The old man stood up in a hurry, stared at the smiling young man in front of him and whispered, "They really look alike. Please sit down."

The old man pointed to an empty chair and waved.

"Thank you, Mr. Cheng."

The young man in white nodded in thanks.

The old man surnamed Cheng took a sip of hot tea and asked, "You said you were the former resident official? Do you have any proof?"

Lin Jian raised his hand and took out a bronze plate from his sleeve with words engraved on the front.

"To be precise, I am the resident officer before me."

The old man surnamed Cheng looked at it carefully and then returned it to the young man.

"I have seen some strange things in my life, but this is the first time I have encountered one in person. This technique of rejuvenation is truly amazing. I wonder what Lord Lin wants to ask?"

The young man smiled faintly: "Master Cheng must know who destroyed my Lin family when I was exiled here sixty years ago, and who was the one who led the effort to kill me?"

The old man twitched his lips and smiled bitterly: "Lord Lin knows that I came here because I was targeted by others. The whole Qimu City knows that this is a dangerous place. There are few officials stationed here who are successful in the officialdom. What's more, sixty years ago, I had just entered the officialdom and didn't know much about the court at that time. I really don't have much useful information here."

The young man nodded, as if agreeing with what the old man said, but his expression remained calm and he continued to speak.

"Sir Cheng, you are now old and about to leave office. In fact, there are some things you can talk about openly, such as how many interesting things you have seen in the record books of the previous resident officer."

The old man surnamed Cheng smiled bitterly, "Master Lin is really good at joking. Even if I have seen some interesting stories, I dare not speak out casually. I also know what you want. You just want to find peace of mind. I can only express my sympathy for your experience back then. Even if there was great hatred back then, it has been sixty years now. We don't even know if those people are still alive. Why do you have to dig into the details? Wouldn't it just add to your troubles?"

The young man still had no expression on his face, and continued, "It's easy to say, but I've been away from home for sixty years like a rootless duckweed, and the knot in my heart is always there. I just want to ask you one question, is the person who destroyed my Lin family and the leader who put me in an unjust situation the current emperor?"

The old man surnamed Cheng's face changed, but he still refused to say a word.

The young man raised the corners of his mouth slightly, then stood up. In an instant, the room was filled with sword energy like thunder out of the blue. The old man next to him turned pale and trembled with fear.

"Come out, it's rude to eavesdrop on other people's conversations."

As the young man's voice fell, a burly man walked out from behind the screen in the house. The scar on his face made him look somewhat hideous and terrifying.

“I never thought that the great talent from the capital who had been missing for many years could actually cultivate magical powers and regain his youth.”

Facing the man's sarcasm, the young man remained calm.

"A cultivator at the peak of the Tianxuan realm, it seems that the royal family of the East Sea Kingdom is really willing to give him up."

Lin Jianyi took one look at the scarred man and immediately recognized his preliminary information.

The scarred man expressed his respect for the young man who called himself Lin Qingyun, who was able to see through his cultivation level at a glance.

"How about we make a bet? If you win, you come back to the capital to meet His Majesty. If I lose, I will tell you everything I know about the tragedy that happened sixty years ago. How do you think?"

The scarred man was very confident in the knife on his back. He smiled at the young man and looked very calm.

The young man looked at the man with a mocking expression: "Just say it directly, otherwise it will be very embarrassing."

The scarred man narrowed his eyes slightly: "Are you so confident?"

The young man nodded: "If I use my sword, there is no chance of you surviving! Think it over before you answer."

The scarred man's hair stood up instantly, and a sword intent entered his soul. He quickly stepped back a few steps, then said with a gloomy face: "You actually reached the level of sword intent!"

The young man said calmly: "It is the sword's true self."

In an instant, the rain in the sky and the earth stopped, and streams of extremely fine raindrops, under the blessing of sword intent, seemed to be suspended in the air like inch-long swords, which was extremely shocking.

The scarred man swallowed his saliva and saluted, saying, "I am Yi Han, the commander of the Earth-level Xuanmi Division of Jiangnan Dao."

The young man waved his hand and said, "I am not interested in your identity. I only want information about the Lin family massacre in the suburbs of Beijing sixty years ago."

The scarred man gave a bitter smile. Although the young man spoke in a very calm tone, the overwhelming sword intent made it impossible for him to have the slightest intention of refusing.

"Back then, the emperor and the deposed prince were fighting for the throne, and you happened to be framed by the son of the left prime minister. The emperor mistakenly attributed you to the deposed prince's camp, and then banished you to Qimu City. To the emperor, you are just a nobody, not worth exterminating your family. The one who really attacked your Lin family was the son of the left prime minister, Han Ming."

The young man's expression remained calm, and he simply said, "Does he hate me so much?"

The scarred man smiled bitterly, "I shouldn't have hated you so much, but later, the princess broke off the engagement with him, which made him hate you even more, and the emperor fanned the flames, so the princess threatened to marry you, and he was so angry that your people naturally became the target of his anger."

The young man waved his hand and said, "Princess..."

"The eldest princess died in confinement!"

Lin Jian frowned slightly, but still asked calmly: "Are there any other people in the Lin family?"

The man hesitated for a moment before saying, "One group escaped, but their lives are still miserable now."

The young man nodded, bowed to the old man beside him and said, "Sorry to bother you, Master Cheng."

After that, he turned to the scarred man and said, "This matter has nothing to do with Master Cheng. I think you understand what I mean."

The scarred man nodded, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, as if there was a layer of mist.

The young man in white turned and left. When his figure disappeared behind the rain, water droplets in the air suddenly fell.

The drizzle continued and the sky did not clear up.

The young man walked on the slippery stone road, with a lot of thoughts in his mind.

"Lin Qingyun, Lin Jianyi, which one is me, which one can be me?"

The young man asked in a low voice, but no one answered.

The young man stopped and stood in a pool of icy water. Although his reflection in the water showed that he was in his prime, he knew that his heart was already as old as the bluestone under his feet.

At this time, the old man who was resting under the eaves was adjusting his raincoat and shouted at the young man with his yellow teeth that were missing half of his mouth.

"Young man, why don't you go home quickly? If you want to rest, you can come under the eaves. The rain won't stop for a while. It's cold now. If you get typhoid fever, you will suffer a lot."

The young man in white turned his head and saw an old man under the eaves looking at him with a smile.

The young man smiled and said, "Thank you, old man. I'm fine. I'll go home now."