Han Fuli was silent for a moment, with a wry smile on his face.

He suddenly realized, what qualifications did he have to help Lin Beichen?

To untie Lin Beichen's knot, he must be at the level of a god.

This idea came to me in an instant.

If you want to protect your country, you still have to rely on your own strength.

If your strength is not enough, then try to make yourself stronger.

Don't place your hopes on others.

For example, he himself repeatedly invited Lin Beichen to join the army, so why didn't he want to use his strength?

"You have to be mentally prepared."

Han Buhua glanced at Lin Beichen, his expression became serious, and said: "Whether you want to be a salted fish or not, when you get to Zhaohui City, your life may not be as comfortable as in Yunmeng City. Zhaohui City has more than 10 million people."

Population, thousands of junior colleges, hundreds of intermediate colleges, dozens of senior colleges, one special college, tens of thousands of nobles, hundreds of imperial families, thousands of large and small sects, hundreds of kinds of eyesight

Different associations, a quasi-ninth-level temple, hundreds of branch temples, and some overt and covert foreign forces... With the outbreak of the war, a strong man from the heavenly realm was personally in charge.

It is a warm and comfortable pond, while Zhaohui City is a dark lake where the jungle preys on the strong. Various forces are intricate and the network of interests is criss-crossed. Many times, if you are not careful, you will not know who you have offended, and you will be targeted. In Zhaohui City

Among them, many martial arts masters were very prosperous one day, but the next day they may have become mutilated corpses gnawed by wild dogs in the gutter.”

Lin Beichen drank a glass of wine, blew out a smoke ring, and said, "I don't agree with you."

"Um?"

Han lived up to his words.

Lin Beichen said with a smile: "What you should be careful about are the so-called forces and big shots in your mouth. In comparison, I think they should pray hard and not provoke me, because..."

Speaking of this, Lin Beichen flicked his finger.

The cigarette butt in his hand drew a beautiful parabola and fell into the trash can next to him.

"Because I go crazy and am a cruel person."

When Lin Beichen said this, there seemed to be sword light flashing in his eyes.

"But……"

What else does Han Fuli want to give you?

"Brother Han."

Lin Beichen waved his hand, interrupted him, and said: "I have been living in Yunmeng City for such a long time, and I no longer want to act based on other people's eyes. As long as others don't provoke me, I will not make trouble, but if someone

If you don’t have any eyesight and insist on showing your sense of existence by pulling on me and belittling me, then I don’t mind asking the Lord of Swords to show up and speak fair words.”

Han Fuhua was immediately speechless.

"What about the people who went to Yunmeng City with you?"

He asked again: "How do you want to arrange them?"

Lin Beichen said matter-of-factly: "Shouldn't this be something that the big guys in Fengyu Province are worried about? They are subjects of the empire and have returned home from a thousand miles away. Shouldn't they be received and accommodated by the officials?"

Han Fuhua reminded tactfully: "Things are not that simple. These people are all old, weak, sick and disabled. From the official view of Zhaohui Dacheng, there are only more than 10,000 mouths to eat, which will only increase the burden on the city..."

"Can they still refuse to accept it?"

Lin Beichen asked rhetorically.

"That won't happen."

Han Fusheng explained patiently: "But it is very likely that after arriving in Zhaohui City, they will not be able to get proper arrangements, and their lives may be more confident than when they were in Yunmeng City - at least in the beginning, they will definitely

It will be like this.”

"It doesn't matter."

Lin Beichen said: "If it really doesn't work, I'll ask the Master of the Sword, Mr. Jun, to come out and say something fair..."

Han Fuhua: (￣┏∞┓￣)?

Do you think the Lord of the Sword, Jun Mianxia, ​​is your biological mother?

If I want her to come out, I will cooperate 100% to come out.

"No matter what, Archbishop Mochizuki and I have an old relationship."

Lin Beichen proudly lit another 'Hibiscus King' and said, "If it doesn't work, ask her old man for help..."

Han Fuhua had a strange expression.

After a moment, he said: "Don't you know yet? Two months ago, Archbishop Wangyue was directly deprived of his position as archbishop because he offended the Lord of the Sword, Jun Mian, and was demoted to the lowest priest to guard Chaohe.

Cleaning the back door of Hui Temple..."

Lin Beichen was stunned.

The laziness on his face disappeared, and he said in surprise: "Is your Majesty the Lord of the Angry Sword offended? Has Archbishop Wangyue done anything that is outrageous?"

Han Buhui shook his head and said: "This is a secret within the temple sect. I don't know the specific reason."

Lin Beichen felt as if he had become a husky.

I have the thickest thighs in the great city of Zhaohui.

Before I could hold it, it was already broken.

The old man's kind and kind face couldn't help but appear in his mind, and he felt a little sad.

This old man took care of himself without asking for anything in return.

If it weren't for the [Full Moon Qinghui Great Sword of Light] that she presented, I would have been killed by Han Cheng and Junior Sister Tai.

This kindness must be repaid.

I'll ask Jian Xue Wuming later what's going on.

This dog goddess has disappeared again since she obtained two [Chonglou] divine fruits.

Most likely he is practicing or something.

"Forget it, let's not talk about these heavy topics."

Lin Beichen said: "Let's talk about the interesting life of one of you in the army and the other in the intermediate college. After all, we are still teenagers."

Yue Hongxiang laughed.

The word "child" cannot be applied to these three people.

But the next topic was still very enjoyable.

Han Buhuan developed extremely well in the army. He was protected by his immediate superior, Ling Chi, and he himself participated in a large battle and twelve small battles, all of which were military gains. Especially when he covered the retreat of the wounded at the outpost, he could not fight to the death.

He retreated and restrained the Aurora people's light cavalry for half an hour. His outstanding performance earned him the title of "Big Mountain".

Today, the Yunmengji squadron under Han Fuhuai is already a well-known elite combat squadron on the northern frontline.

This time he was transferred to Fengyu Province, partly at his own initiative and partly because someone from the military department named him. After completing the mission, he will return to the northern front line.

In the academy, Yue Hongxiang chose the Xuanwen Array Department. Her performance was outstanding and she was highly recognized by several teaching professors. She even joined an intermediate college Xuanwen Association, and her attainments in Xuanwen were rapidly improved.

Perhaps it was because after going to the provincial capital, she saw the world and opened her eyes. Her whole temperament has been improved, and she looks much calmer and more cheerful. She is no longer subconsciously silent and taciturn in the crowd as before.

language.

Now that I was communicating with Lin Beichen, there was a more confident smile between my eyebrows.

The three of them are the core figures of the Zhuyuan Sect in Yunmeng City, and they couldn't stop talking about it. Many past events from that year, as well as some things about friends who had come to Zhaohui City before, were all mentioned.

"Cang Shanxue made it into the top ten in their department's quiz."

"Mi Ruyan is also very outstanding. I heard that there are many nobles pursuing her in the academy, but they were all rejected. Her wind cultivation has reached the level of a sixth-level martial artist."

"Actually, our students who have gone out from Yunmeng City have performed very well. Jun Menghan, Zhou Ke'er, Su Xiaoyan, Zuoqiu Wushuang, etc. are also among the best in their respective colleges' departments and are highly praised by their respective teachers.

Fancy..."

"The most outstanding performer is Wang Xinyu, who is now the first-year chief of the swordsman department of Zhaohui No. 1 Junior College. He also participated in the defense battle of Zhaohui City before and personally beheaded sixty-four sea warriors. It is said that

Received an award from the Provincial Administration Department and was awarded the title of one of the top ten outstanding intermediate college students in Fengyu Province."

Speaking of these things, Yue Hongxiang started talking.

Xiao Yueyue knew every former "township party" in Chaohui Dacheng very well.

"How do you know so much?"

Lin Beichen said curiously.

Although Yue Hongxiang's personality has become much more cheerful and confident now, it seems that she has not taken the initiative to contact and inquire about so many classmates.

Yue Hongxiang smiled slightly and said: "Of course it is because of the 'classmate association'. The students who walked out of Yunmeng City established a fellow students association in Zhaohui City. Especially our class is the most united. Everyone is united.

Gatherings are organized every month for everyone to exchange cultivation experiences, share interesting things in life, and help each other.”

When Lin Beichen heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up.
To be continued...