Chapter 142 - Daughter

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Who is he?

He is Lin Shu.

Yingying could not speak, and Lin Shu did not speak either, but wrote the word “Lin Shu” on the palm of her hand.

He thought that Yingying would know who he was.

But Yingying didn’t make any special expression. Instead, she gave him a smile.

On the delicate small face, with curved eyebrows and eyes, her eyes so clear, it was as if there was a beautiful stream of undisturbed water.

Yingying wrote in his hand: “Brother Lin Shu.”

Am I your brother?

Lin Shu looked at Yingying’s outline.

If he remembered correctly, Fruit once said bad things about Xiao Shao, saying that Xiao Shao wanted it to bear another fruit.

Fruit said at the beginning, that Xiao Shao was bad, and in order to anger Xiao Shao, it must absorb more of Lin Shu’s aura, so that the fruit in the future will only look like Lin Shu, not like Xiao Shao.

So now… was Yingying the new fruit that was borne?

Was she ‘Guiltless’? Or Fruit used ‘Identical Sorrow’.

But… Yingying didn’t recognize him.

She didn’t recognize the name Lin Shu either.

She just expressed “Brother Lin Shu” as if she had met a stranger.

But she, strictly speaking, was Lin Shu’s daughter.

Lin Shu then thought, maybe Xiao Shao hadn’t mentioned the name “Lin Shu” in the past three years, so Yingying didn’t know that such a person existed.

As he was thinking about it, he saw Yingying stretched out her arms towards him.

This movement was very familiar to Lin Shu.

Fruit liked to hold someone exactly the same way as well.

He leaned down and picked up Yingying.

Her body was small and soft, and the red clothes she wore were the kind used by Ling Fengxiao. There was no smell in the Dreamscape, but Lin Shu seemed to smell the light milky scent on the tip of his nose.

After she was picked up, Yingying’s eyes were full of smiles, and she tightened her hold on Lin Shu’s neck.

The ends of her hair swept across Lin Shu’s shoulder, like a cat’s claws gently scratching.

Lin Shu wrote in her hand: “Why can’t you talk?”

Yingying returned to him: “Born like this.”

She was born like this?

Was there something wrong with the fruit, or was there something wrong with the sword?

After explaining this topic of not being able to speak, Yingying seemed a little sad, and sullenly nestled in his arms.

Lin Shu wrote in the palm of her hand: “You can’t just nestle in strangers arms like this.”

Yingying wrote: “I know.”

Then she paused and continued to write: “But I want to hug you.”

Lin Shu looked into her eyes.

Beautiful, black eyes, clear and bright, and in those eyes were full of unconditional trust and dependence.

Like Fruit, Yingying was formed by the aura of heaven and earth, and they had an extraordinary keen perception of many things.

At this moment, Yingying wanted to be held by him, perhaps because she felt some familiar aura.

For example, Fruit also liked to be held by him or Xiao Shao if he had nothing to do.

They hugged for a while, then Yingying wrote: “Let’s go to the water and play.”

Lin Shu wrote: “Okay.”

The martial arts field was not just a place composed of arenas. The arenas were dotted on a large lake. Although few people came to the lake, there were many beautiful scenic spots and many small pavilions. He vaguely remembered that he and Ling Fengxiao would occasionally walk around the lake.

He led Yingying to walk by the water, Yingying was looking curiously at the egrets in the shallows, or fold a reed flower or two.

The red figure looked like a small b.u.t.terfly flying around.

When Yingying was tired of playing, Lin Shu looked for a trestle bridge, sat down by the trestle bridge, and Yingying quietly nestled in his arms.

Lin Shu asked her: “Do you want to go back now to sleep?”

Although it was daytime in the Dreamscape, it was already late outside.

Yingying wrote: “There is no one with me in the room, so I can’t sleep.”

Lin Shu wrote: “No other person?”

Yingying wrote back: “There is also a cat.”

Lin Shu: “Have you always lived alone?”

Yingying: “No.”

Then write: “Sometimes Wuque is there, sometimes…”

At this point, she paused, seeming to be thinking about what she would say, and finally wrote: “Sometimes Daddy will accompany me.”

Lin Shu thought to himself, fortunately I am the one asking, if it was someone else, I’m afraid Yingying would have already sold the fact that her father, who had an outward appearance of a female Ling Fengxiao, was actually a man.

However, he also felt that if it were someone else, she would not let her guard down so easily.

He wrote: “Where is Wuque?”

Yingying answered: “He ran away from home.”

Lin Shu: “……”

He asked Yingying again: “How long has it been?”

Yingying wrote: “Wuque often runs away from home and will be back in two or three days.”

Oh..all right.

Lin Shu thought, often running away from home–was this a psychological barrier that children from single-parent families would have?

But thinking about it again, wasn’t he the reason for this single-parent family?

He was a bit feeling guilty and didn’t ask about Wuque any more, instead he asked: “Where is your father?”

Yingying: “He hasn’t come back yet.”

Lin Shu: “Where did he go?”

Yingying: “He just left, he’s very busy.”

Lin Shu didn’t know what to say.

After a long time, he slowly wrote in Yingying’s palm: “How is he?”

Yingying wrote: “He’s okay.”

But the little girl’s chatterbox had opened.

She continued to write: “But he often doesn’t sleep.”

Then the key point was written: “There were just a lot of meteors falling from the sky, then he coughed up blood, but after coughing, he was fine.”

She went on to write: “He often goes out and drinks with people.”

And: “He doesn’t eat well either.”

Continued: “Many people are afraid of him.”

Continued: “He can be fierce sometimes.”

She still goes on: “He went to guard the border last year, and he said it was very cold and freezing there.”

The lengthy accusation was almost comparable to Xiao Lingyang’s brilliant work “The Twelve Evil Deeds of Ling Fengxiao”.

Yingying wrote the last sentence: “He is not happy.”

Lin Shu didn’t say anything, but gently hugged Yingying tightly.

He came to Dreamscape to find Xiao Shao this time, but because of the unknown vision of “Suzaku blazes in crimson splendor”, he wanted to ask if Xiao Shao was okay.

According to Yingying’s answer, he was okay, but he was not good.

And coughing up blood was obviously related to the celestial vision.

He was silent for a long time, and wrote in Yingying’s palm: “Advice him.”

After finishing writing, she felt a little confused.

Yingying is still young and can’t even speak, so what can she advice?

He then wrote: “If he coughs up blood again, tell me.”

Yingying nodded, and continued to watch the egret while nestling in his arms.

Lin Shu calculated the time and thought it was really late at night. He wrote in Yingying’s palm: “It’s time to sleep.”

Ying Ying flattened her mouth, nodded and wrote, “Will you come tomorrow?”

Lin Shu originally wanted to say no, but looking at her beautiful and expectant eyes, he nodded.

Yingying’s face expressed her joy and wrote in his palm, “I’ll wait for you tomorrow.”

After writing this sentence, she wrote: “Dad doesn’t let me play with boys, I won’t tell him.”

Lin Shu touched her head and stroked her hair, he sent her offline, and then controlled his mind to leave the Dreamscape.

Standing by the window, looking out at the night sky, he thought of Yingying’s words.

Xiao Shao was unhappy.

Even with Yingying being present, the daughter he wanted the most, he was still unhappy.

He didn’t know what he was thinking, so he stood there all night before the crack of dawn.

In the early morning of the next day, after some sorting and packing, he went down the mountain to the south, took the Tianchi Ridge, and headed for the Great Dragon Court.

He was accompanied by Elder He, Elder Song, Lingsu and Qinglu.

QingLu was very hardworking.

But his apt.i.tude was really poor, and his understanding was not good. This may be one of the reasons why the elders were reluctant to ask him to be a disciple of the Sword Pavilion.

Lin Shu asked him to memorize the sword manual first, and after he was familiar with it, he began to practice basic sword skills, swinging the sword 30,000 times a day.

Thirty thousand times, this number was really huge, and even Lingsu was a little frightened.

Qinglu asked him: “Master, does everyone also practice like this?”

In order to maintain the self-esteem of this apprentice, Lin Shu did not say that it was because of his poor qualifications, but nodded: “Yes.”

Qinglu: “Okay, I’m going to practice now.”

After he left, Lingsu asked tentatively: “He is just learning the basic swords techniques, isn’t that quite a lot?”

Lin Shu: “It’s okay.”

When he was a child, his old man asked him this way, saying that practicing the sword 30,000 times a day is the rule of the Sword Pavilion, which is the foundation of the predecessors.

30,000 times, was a lot, he suffered a lot because of this.

But now when he looked at the Sword Pavilion, everyone usually only swung the sword 10,000 times a day, not 30,000 times—he was actually cheated by the old man.

The author has something to say:

After “I sell myself”, Lin Shu achieved the “I pit myself” achievement.