Chapter 44 (2) Lin Family Village

  Stars in the night sky, wine intoxicates people.

  Zhang Tieniu and Lin Ergou were both slightly drunk, although these two men were old bones who had been drinking for sixty or seventy years. Lin Xingbai pushed the wine away: "Don't drink anymore, if you two old bones keep drinking, you'll probably meet King Yanluo ahead of time."

  "We are old bones, you are a young man." Lin Er Gou said with a smile.

  "Get lost, I'm older than you." Lin Xingbai said.

  The three of them exchanged a smile, but Lin Erdou and Zhang Tienu were both around seventy years old after all. Although they had strong bodies, they couldn't hold out for long like this and soon became tired. Yes, no matter how good one's body is, one can't escape birth, aging, illness, and death.

  "By the way, is there anything you need help with now? You can find me." Lin Xingbai said: "Tie Niu, I heard from Er Gou that your grandson is not doing well now."

  "Is there anything else I can help with?" Zhang Tie Niu yawned: "The children and grandchildren have their own blessings, they will struggle to make a living on their own, we old folks are just waiting for death to arrive."

  "One death makes all things empty, where are there still so many entanglements." Yes, as one approaches the end of life, what can't be let go of?

  After drinking the last cup, Lin Xingbai bid farewell to Zhang Tie and Lin Erdou.

  As he waved goodbye, Lin Xingbai knew that everything from fifty-two years ago was washed away by time and was far from his current self. The events of fifty-two years ago were also a thing of the past. Lin Xingbai walked onto the pitch-black street.

  The stars fill the sky, and the years pass like a song.

  September 2nd morning.

  "Yawn." Lin Xingbai let out a yawn.

  After finishing this yawn, Lin Xingbai rubbed his temples, or perhaps it was because of nostalgia, yesterday when drinking wine, Lin Xingbai completely used the ordinary person's method to drink. In between, there was no forcing down of wine and such, but rather intentionally letting the wine fumes dissipate.

  I drank a bit too much last night, so my head hurts now. No choice, it's almost time for my class, Lin Xingbai concentrated his energy and the hangover disappeared instantly, feeling refreshed and invigorated. Lin Xingbai picked up his lesson plan and headed to Class C of Senior Grade 1.

  Because they did self-introductions one by one yesterday, Lin Xingbai now knows a few more people. Especially Tong Ling'er, because of Tong Xiuyu's relationship with her, he remembers her even more clearly. If not from an emotional standpoint but from a practical one, Tong Ling'er indeed speaks better than Tong Xiuyu.

  Just talking about looks. Tong Ling'er is even more youthful than Tong Xiu Yu, and now that children are well-nourished and developed, Tong Ling'er's breasts are high and perky, I don't know how much better than Tong Xiu Yu back then.

  Alright, let's get back on track. Class is starting now. Lin Xingbai coughed lightly twice: "Alright, today is our second class of senior high school Chinese literature, but it's actually the first formal class. Today's lesson is... 'Spring Snow in the Garden'."

  "This poem was written by the founding leader Mao Zedong. The founding leader Mao Zedong is not only a great military strategist and politician, but also a rare literary talent." Lin Xingbai had extremely high praise for Mao Zedong, considering him to be a once-in-a-few-hundred-years extraordinary figure.

  This man is well-versed in organization, military affairs, politics and literature, with no exception.

  "Northern scenery. A thousand miles of ice and snow, ten thousand miles of drifting snow. Looking at the Great Wall inside and out, only desolation remains; on the great river, the waves are suddenly lost. The mountains dance with silver snakes, the plains gallop with white elephants. Wanting to compete with the sky for height, one must wait for a clear day to see the red and white dressed in splendor, beyond the ordinary, bewitchingly beautiful."

  "Mountains and rivers are so beautiful, attracting countless heroes to bow down. Alas, Qin Shi Huang and Han Wu Di slightly lost in literary elegance; Tang Taizong and Song Taizu were somewhat inferior. A generation of proud men, Genghis Khan, only knew how to shoot eagles with a bow. All have passed away, now look at the current era."

  This poem is extremely admired by Lin Xingbai. I remember that my father, Lin Jing, said: "The first half of this poem has a broad foundation, and from the beginning, it presents the scenery of the northern country, without coming to trivial emotions or scenes, but instead presenting grand emotions and grand scenery, which is truly rare."

  "I thought the first half was already vast enough, I thought that was the peak, but unexpectedly, the second half is even more remarkable. From time to space, thousands of years have passed, and the emperors of history have come one by one, until now, this sentence finally makes sense."

  Many teachers like to explain sentence by sentence when lecturing. Lin Xingbai has never been interested in this approach. Or, to put it another way, other teachers separate their lectures into individual sentences, while Lin Xingbai combines everything together and mixes them up.

  Poetry is a thing where one sentence is exquisitely crafted, but when put together, it's even more magnificent.

  No matter how beautiful a wave is, it's just a wave. Even if there are many waves piled together, they can only form an ocean.

  It cracked open stiffly, but didn't taste tight.

  After finishing class, Lin Xingbai dialed Tong Ling'er's phone: "Hello, is this Tong Ling'er? This is Classical Chinese teacher Lin Xingbai."

  "Yes, tonight, I'm going to visit your home." Lin Xingbai said. As a teacher at the aristocratic middle school, it was quite tiring, having to go on home visits every now and then, and it was extremely normal to have two or three home visits in one day. This time, hearing that the ancient text teacher was going on a home visit, Tong Ling'er also nodded, agreeing to meet at the school gate after class.

  That night, he went to Xiaotong's house, which was also a way of saying goodbye to the life 52 years ago for the last time. Lin Xingbai thought so, and then slowly

  He let out a long sigh, standing alone in the midst of the morning sun. The warm sunlight shone on Lin Xing's pale and wan face.

  To the office and idle in the office, Guo Xingguo, Luo Dayong, Zhao Zhuomu three people, played a long time of cards, plus leisurely flipping through books to spend some time, finally arrived at the end of class. At the school gate, Lin Xingbai waited for Tong Ling'er.

  Tong Ling'er and several girls of similar age walked out of the school gate together. Lin Xingbai's hearing was too good, and he heard Tong Ling'er and her female companions talking to each other.

  "Is Ling Er scary? She can date a handsome male teacher so quickly." In Quyi Guizu Middle School, teachers are divided into several levels, and male and female teachers are different. For example, among the male teachers, Lin Xingbai is undoubtedly the top grade, with his elegant demeanor, good looks, and charming manners. As for Luo Dayong, who relies on his muscular physique to impress girls who like muscular men, he is at most mid-level, far inferior to Lin Xingbai.

  "Go die, home visit, Lin teacher is going to the place of home visit." Tong Ling'er scolded.

  "Cut, cheat us! How come the first one to visit is your home? Indeed, a youthful face is the most lethal." The girls around Tong Ling'er said.

  Lin Xingbai let out a sigh. His hearing was too good, and it wasn't good either. Although they were more than ten meters away, in the noisy after-school hours, he could still hear the other person's soft voice clearly. Finally, Tong Ling'er and her female companion stood in front of Lin Xingbai.

  "Let's go, Teacher Lin," said Tong Ling'er.

  Tong Ling's home is in An Dong District, An Yuan City. This area is considered a relatively affluent urban village with high-rise buildings one after another. Although I was here yesterday, coming back to this place again still leaves me in awe.

  At Linjia Village, I met Lin Erdou again.

  "Grandpa Lin is up early." The clear and crisp call was naturally from Tong Ling'er.

  Lin Xingbai yawned and didn't bother to scold the person. Lin Erdou also smiled, he naturally knew that Lin Xingbai came to Tong's house for a reason, it was all because of that unbreakable rope 52 years ago. They soon arrived at Tong Ling'er's home.

  Tong Ling'er's home is a three-story high independent small villa, with a small courtyard and a pool in the middle. According to the data, Tong Ling'er's father Zhang Aiguo was a middle-class businessman, not very rich or poor.

  Through the small path in the courtyard, I arrived at the front of the house and opened the door: "Mom, mom, our classical Chinese teacher has come for a home visit." While speaking, Tong Ling threw her school bag onto the sofa and changed into a pair of lazy slippers. Under the transparent slippers, her ten toes were as clear as crystal.

  Tong Ling'er's mother, Tong Cai Xiang, is a mature and beautiful woman in her late thirties. She doesn't need to do much work and takes good care of herself, so time hasn't left many marks on her. At first glance, she looks like Tong Ling'er's older sister.

  Tong Cai Xiang looks more like Tong Xiu Yu. Lin Xing Bai thought to himself. Of course, on the surface, Lin Xing Bai said: "Hello. I am the ancient language teacher of Quyi Guizu Middle School's first year high school class, and I'm currently teaching your daughter Tong Ling Er ancient language. This time, I've come for a home visit."

  Upon hearing this, Tong Cai Xiang smiled and said: "So it's Teacher Lin. Please sit down for a moment, I'll go make some tea."

  "It's okay, don't bother."

  "Teacher Lin, you're too polite, making tea is also a must."

  It was a typical Chinese-style gathering, and after a few minutes, Lin Xingbai and Tong Caixiang sat facing each other, with Tong Ling'er sitting beside Tong Caixiang. The teacher's home visit was actually an opportunity for parents and teachers to communicate and exchange opinions. However, for a well-behaved girl like Tong Ling'er, there wasn't much to discuss.

  Just as the conversation was about to fall into an awkward silence, "Oh no, oh no, sister, Manager Zhang was hit by a car and sent to the hospital!" A young man, one of Zhang Aiguo's subordinates, shouted while panting. Zhang Aiguo was the manager of a company.

  At this time, Tong Cai Xiang suddenly stood up: "Teacher Lin, my husband has encountered such a thing and cannot entertain you anymore." Tong Ling Er's pretty face also changed greatly. Indeed, she had never thought that her father, who had always been like a mountain taking care of her, would be hit by a car.

  For Tong's family, Zhang Aiguo, who plays both the role of husband and father, cannot fall.

  However, there were not many people in the Tóng family, only Tóng Líng'ér, a single daughter, so Lín Xǐngbái said: "If possible, I'll go and help out too."

  After Lin Xingbai said that, Tong Cai Xiang thought for a moment and agreed. The Tong family has few people, and if they want to take care of the land at night, it's likely that they will be too busy to handle it. It's best to have someone willing to help. Moreover, this person is a teacher, and after a period of conversation, it can be confirmed that he is not a bad person.

  Driven by Tong Cai Xiang, they headed straight to the hospital where her husband Zhang Ai Guo was - An Yuan City Seventh People's Hospital. They quickly arrived at the hospital and learned from a nurse that Zhang Ai Guo was in the intensive care unit, so they rushed over immediately.

  Zhang Aiguo was not seriously injured and did not need to be rushed to the emergency room, but one foot was tightly bandaged, apparently the one that had been hit by the car. It seemed that things were not as serious as she had imagined, and Tong Cai Xiang let out a long sigh of relief.

  "It's all right, Cai Xiang," Zhang Aiguo said.

  Just as they were speaking

  The specially protected ward suddenly went completely dark, and countless eerie ghost claws stretched out from the ground, walls, and ceiling. Zhang Aiguo was still okay on his hospital bed, but Tong Cai Xiang and Tong Ling Er were immediately grabbed by the ghost claws at their ankles.

  Caught by the ghostly claws, Tong Ling felt his body getting heavier and heavier, so heavy that he wanted to close his eyes, but deep down he knew that he absolutely couldn't do that. If he closed his eyes like that, he was afraid that he would die a terrible death and never be able to open them again.

  Just as Tong Ling was struggling desperately, he suddenly heard a cold laugh. It was Lin's cold laughter. After the cold laughter, the pressure eased a lot. Lin's hand appeared with a talisman, and the talisman caught fire, causing the ghost claws to scatter.

  The Netherworld Ghost Claw, this is indeed not a big deal in the Cultivation Realm, almost any cultivator with more than 50 years of cultivation can avoid it. But for ordinary humans, this Netherworld Ghost Claw is extremely formidable and very difficult to defend against.

  The ghosts and demons retreat and disperse under the mighty claws of the underworld.

  Tong Ling's eyes widened, it was so strange just now. Teacher Lin is not only good at teaching, but also catching ghosts.

  However, Lin Xingbai didn't explain much and walked out of the ward. After leaving the ward, he made a call to Zhang Fazheng of Department A: "Investigate what happened to Zhang Aiguo in Andong District." The appearance of Youming Ghost Claw made Lin Xingbai realize that things were not normal.

  Zhang Fazheng's side also investigated quickly. After a few days, he called back: "It's like this, there are people from the Xiu Zhen realm who want to take over Zhang Aiguo's company, they started by using cars to crash into it, but Zhang Aiguo was very lucky, so they decided to use the You Ming Gui Zhao move."

  "The one who wants to harm Zhang Aiguo is the East Four Hall of the Northeastern Five Great Halls, and the master of the East Four Hall is Tang, a guy who likes to rob people's property and has a good taste for beauty." Zhang Fazheng quickly provided Lin Xingbai with the needed materials and information.

  Lin Xingbai finally knew the ins and outs of the matter. It turned out to be so. After getting the information from Zhang Fazheng, Lin Xingbai returned to the ward. Without explaining anything, he directly threw a few memory-erasing pills at them, letting them forget all about it.

  This memory-erasing pill is only effective on ordinary people and has no effect on cultivators.

  It's all done. Lin Xingbai clapped his hands, and that was it. The matters here were settled, so next was to settle the affairs of the Northeastern Four Halls of the Demon League. Of course, before leaving, Lin Xingbai casually threw out three seeds.

  The seeds are the lowest grade left by Chun Shen Ju Meng, called - Qifu seeds.

  It doesn't have much use, but some of the poisonous little spells are indeed very difficult to hurt. This is naturally a good thing left by Chun Shen Ju Meng, although it's said to be the lowest level, but for ordinary people, it's no different from a treasure.

  Lin Xingbai left after handling these matters. At the same time, Lin Xingbai dialed Zhang Fazheng's phone again: "Give me detailed information about the Northeastern Four Halls of the Eastern League, you should understand what I mean."

  Zhang Fazheng naturally understood that Lin Xingbai was going to stir up trouble for the Eastern Four Halls, or rather, had already begun to declare war on the Northeastern Demon League. Zhang Fazheng's emotions were stirred, and he immediately began to report the detailed information about the Northeastern Demon League to his superiors. The Northeastern Demon League had been rampaging in the northeast for too long, and had become too arrogant, so Zhang Fazheng had long since looked down on them.

  At this time, the Northeastern League of Evil was in the East Fourth Hall. The master of the East Fourth Hall, Tang Tian, was smoking a cigarette. The smoke from Tang Tian's cigarette had a particularly strong smell, but he always thought that smoking like this was very enjoyable. He took a deep drag on his cigarette and then slowly exhaled the smoke.

  The man kneeling in front of Tang Tian was called Tang Fei, who was Tang Tian's nephew.

  "You're saying that taking over the patriotic company's business, you've had so long and still haven't succeeded, you really are a waste of resources." Tang Tian kicked Tang Fei in the chest, sending him flying backward, and with one heavy kick from Tang Tian, Tang Fei spat out several mouthfuls of blood.

  Previously, it was all Tang Fei's responsibility. After spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood, Tang Fei said: "It turned out like this, I used the Ghost Claw of Youming, but it was broken by someone."

  "That only goes to show that the other side has a cultivator who at least understands the basics, yet you can't even do this, you're indeed trash." Matoda took another drag on his cigarette, he never would have thought that the cultivator he considered to be just slightly knowledgeable, would be Lin Hengbai, the Death God.

  "With a cultivator as weak as you, I'll give you one more day. If you still can't do it, then just obediently go home and don't bother following me." Tang Tian took another deep drag on his cigarette. To Tang Tian, taking over Aiguo Corporation was just a small matter, nothing to think much about.

  Patriotic Company, what a rustic name! And the manager's name is also quite rustic, Zhang Aiguo. Tang Tian let out such an exclamation.

  He was completely unaware that at this time, the terrible god of death had already arrived, on his way to Dongsi Hall.