The morning light shines on this ancient and dilapidated Great Wall. In the city, spiritual practitioners and warriors come and go. Some are practicing boxing on the stand in the alley, some are sitting on the benches of the tavern to warm up their swordsmanship, and some are in the big hall.
They stuttered on mountain pork buns, and some opened martial arts schools on the Fusu Great Wall and hired a group of Xia children to teach them how to practice boxing, which could be considered as a way of making ends meet.
Today's Fusu Great Wall is different from the past. People live in harmony, because now the person in charge is Lin Wanhua, the Great Sword Fairy of the Twelve Realms. Although Lin Wanhua is a sword fairy and is decisive with her swords, she is still a woman with a somewhat gentle personality, so
During her decades in charge of the Fusu Great Wall, she established many new rules. For example, you can discuss things in the city, but you can't fight privately, you can't cause serious injury or death, etc. Therefore, the reputation of the Fusu Great Wall is very different from the past.
The murderous spirit has not diminished at all.
Compared to the old swordsman Lu Xinghe back then, Lin Wanhua was more talented, and was favored by the Soldier Saint Ding Muchen, and was recognized by the Fusu Sword. His realm strength within the Fusu Great Wall was much higher, and it was close to the Thirteenth realm.
Jian Xiu, plus Qin Yu, Liu Xilong, Ye Lin and others have all grown up to the upper five realms, and the younger generation of elites headed by Qin Ran have also sprung up. It can be said that the Fusu Great Wall today is better than what it was a hundred years ago.
In the past, we were only strong, not weak.
In the morning light, a military merit platform was set up not far from the city gate. A table was placed in front of the military merit platform. A young man sat behind the table, looking like an adult, and ordered his subordinates to count the Fusu Great Wall soldiers who had returned from outside the city.
The powerful hunter looked at the heads of monsters, ghosts, and spirits, and then looked at the demon pills. He shook his head and chuckled at every turn, and distributed battle merit cards to these people one by one.
The Great Wall of Fusu is a place of bitter cold. Both cultivation resources and food come from the vast land of the Great Shang Dynasty. Therefore, the Great Wall of Fusu actually uses the evidence obtained from killing demons and ghosts to exchange resources and materials with the Great Shang Dynasty.
Yes, this is the foundation of the Fusu Great Wall and cannot be shaken. At this time, the young man responsible for counting military achievements is Qin Ran.
His father didn't let him leave the Fusu Great Wall and let him shut up and think about his mistakes. But he, a nine-level swordsman, had no time to spare. Half a month ago, he went to his aunt Lin Wanhua and volunteered to count the spoils of war and distribute battle merit plaques.
It's better to look at the heads of demon monks than to gnash your teeth in hatred at home.
…
On the main street of the Fusu Great Wall, a man and a horse came slowly. It was Lin Zhao, dressed in pure white military armor, carrying a dragon-slaying sword and a thunder sword behind him, wearing a white robe behind him, riding a snow-rock war horse, without
He raised his head, lowered his head, and bent his waist to sneak through the Fusu Great Wall to avoid being recognized by anyone.
"Brother in white!"
Suddenly, Qin Ran suddenly stood up in front of the military merit platform. He had already recognized him. With a warm smile on his face, he rushed to Lin Zhao and said with a smile: "Brother in white, you don't recognize me? I am Qin Ran..."
…”
"Aha?"
Lin Zhao was a little embarrassed. He clasped his fists at Qin Ran and smiled: "It's Qin Ran. It's been a long time."
"yes!"
Qin Ran pulled the reins of Lin Zhao's war horse and said with a smile: "Since eldest brother is here, you have to go to my house as a guest today anyway. Our Qin family's general just hunted a Lingbei spirit deer a few days ago.
The meat is delicious and there is a lot of it. Tonight, my eldest brother and I will drink and sing together. How about we stay drunk? By the way, I would also like to introduce you to my aunt, Lin Wanhua and Lin Jianxian, the master of the Fusu Great Wall."
"ah!?"
Lin Zhao's eyelids twitched and he said: "It's okay...I have important things to do here this time. I just passed the Fusu Great Wall. I'll ask you to do your duty as a landlord next time. I'm sorry."
He didn't even dare to dismount.
Qin Ran gritted his teeth: "Brother, do you look down on me, Qin Ran?"
"Absolutely not!"
Lin Zhaodao: "You are younger than me and your level is higher than mine. How can I look down on you? I am really in a hurry. I have to go to the north. I will make a special trip to Fusu Great Wall to cheat you with food and drink."
Qin Ran was a child at heart and immediately smiled: "Okay, okay, then I will wait for the big brother in white at Fusu Great Wall... By the way, big brother in white may be in danger when he goes to the northern region, otherwise... I will send a ten
The Jingjianxiu family will go with you, so you can take care of me?"
"fine."
Lin Zhao smiled and shook his head: "Don't worry, I can handle it!"
"Too……"
Qin Ran grinned: "Although eldest brother's realm is low, his strength is actually unfathomable. Then... don't delay eldest brother's journey?"
"Um!"
…
Lin Zhao nodded and bid farewell to Qin Ran on horseback. He immediately turned the reins and rode Juechen through the gate at the bottom of the Fusu Great Wall, galloping across the wilderness in the distance.
On the east side of the city, a barren section of the Fusu Great Wall is overgrown with weeds. Between the white wildflowers, a beautiful woman in white is sitting among the battlements, looking at the north with her beautiful eyes. She is a little confused, and she is guarding the Fusu.
Su Great Wall has been around for a hundred years. Is it true that the rest of my life will be so lonely? If you put it that way, life is really boring...
On a deserted plain, a man and a horse galloped away, leaving the Fusu Great Wall.
At this moment, Lin Wanhua was actually a little envious, but... that man's back... looked somewhat familiar, and the ancient sword he carried behind him... seemed familiar too?
She jumped up and headed straight towards Lin Zhao with a flash of sword light!
"ah?!"
Lin Zhao also sensed the aura of a great swordsman pursuing him, and hurriedly lowered his head and galloped on his horse. It was not until the moment when Lin Wanhua was about to stand on his shoulders that Lin Zhao slowly stopped the snow rock war horse.
"Why run?"
Lin Wanhua's voice was extremely sweet. If you didn't look at people, it would be difficult to associate this voice with the Great Sword Immortal of the Twelve Levels of Fusu Great Wall. She looked at the back of Lin Zhao's head and said, "A guilty conscience?"
Lin Zhao frowned and had no choice but to give it a try!
He pulled the reins and spurred his horse to turn around, frowning with his sword eyebrows, clasping his fists at Lin Wanhua and saying solemnly: "The fifth realm sword cultivator in Yunzhou Tianji City, dressed in white, has seen the Sword Immortal before!"
"Um?"
When Lin Wanhua saw his face, she felt a little dazed for a moment, feeling vaguely familiar. Although his appearance was completely different, Lin Wanhua felt that he was very similar to that person, but... his surname was Bai, not Lin.
"you……"
Lin Wanhua pursed her red lips and stared at Lin Zhao. She still felt like she was in a trance. She had a straight temper and didn't like to beat around the bush, so she asked directly: "You... do you know a person named Lin Zhao?"
"I know."
Lin Zhao smiled slightly: "Lin Baiyi, Tianchi in the Snowy Land, who in the world doesn't know you, will naturally know."
Lin Wanhua was a little disappointed and chuckled: "Okay, let's go. I'm sorry, I might have scared you..."
"fine."
Lin Zhao cupped his fists and smiled: "Then I'm leaving, Lin Jianxian!"
With that said, Lin Zhao galloped away. This time he was really going at full speed, not caring about excessive physical exertion.
As a result, Lin Wanhua was left standing in the air, with a pair of slender feet stepping on the void, and the strong sword spirit around her, like a fairy falling into the mortal world. She frowned lightly, and it seemed a little unreasonable. She was living in seclusion, in Fusu
When the Great Wall appears, it usually appears directly in an uninhabited area on top of the city. Not to mention outsiders, even many locals on the Fusu Great Wall have never seen themselves, this young swordsman from Tianji City.
How did you know that you were Lin Wanhua's?
Could it be that he...
Lin Wanhua raised her head and looked into the distance. The man had disappeared.
Chase?
She bit her red lips, how could she pursue him? The majestic Lord of the Fusu Great Wall, the majestic Great Swordsman at the pinnacle of the Twelve Realms, don't you want to lose face?
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Lin Zhao continued on his way.
At about ten o'clock in the morning, when Lin Zhao passed through Gray Mist Mountain, it started to rain lightly. He took out a bamboo hat and headdress from the package. After putting it on his head, he felt much better and rode forward.
At that moment, the rumble of horse hooves was heard, and a regiment of Yin Cao cavalry was rolling past in front of them.
Encountered Yin soldiers again and took advantage of it!
In the hundred years after the Battle of Snowy Tianchi, masters from the four northern tribes infiltrated many times, but most of them could not reach the Fusu Great Wall. These heroic spirits who had died in the battle for hundreds of years can be said to have taken the greatest credit.
Lin Zhao, as before, gently cupped his fists at these heroes on horseback.
Although he is now a pure swordsman, his martial arts state of mind is still there.
For a moment, a group of heroic knights on horseback clasped their fists at Lin Zhao and returned the salute. Their faces were blurred, and it was impossible to tell who was from whom. Only their eyes revealed loyalty and nostalgia for their homeland.
After passing Gray Mist Mountain and Xijianjiang River, Lin Zhao took the official road directly and bypassed Tongjing Lake. Now he didn't know what happened to Han Yurou in Tongjing Lake, but he couldn't do anything about it. After all, he was just a low-income person now.
It’s just a five-level sword cultivator. Mr. Qin and Lao Huang on the Snowy Tianchi are no longer there. There is no news about the senior brother and senior sister. I don’t know if they will appear again. When I become stronger in the future, I will visit Han Yurou and Zhang Xicheng.
Well, I don’t know if they are still there.
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After passing Tongjing Lake, we are very close to the Snowy Tianchi. After setting foot in this world again as a player, the big map is actually abbreviated. Before, it took Lin Zhao at least ten days to get from the Snowy Tianchi to the Fusu Great Wall.
But it is different now. Riding a snow-rock horse, it can be completed in a few hours.
After lunch, I went online and continued on my way.
At around one o'clock, the outline of the snowy Tianchi appeared in the field of vision. Lin Zhao immediately sped up and quickly arrived at the foot of the snowy ridge. The Lingnan mountain road leading to Tianchi Town was still there, and the trees that were about to cover the road on both sides of the mountain road were cut off.
, all you can see is that the wooden pillars are covered with branches. Even the big tree where two people hugged each other was chopped off with a single sword, and the cuts were smooth.
Is it Xiaojiuer?
Lin Zhao had a smile on his face, there are still people who are thinking about the Snowy Tianchi!
He rode his horse to the mountainside, and his eyes fell on the dilapidated Tiger Temple. The Tiger Temple was about to collapse. It had been exposed to wind and rain for hundreds of years, and no one cared about it. It was almost done. Su Shanjun had eaten incense and made a golden body.
Naturally, he could not repair the temple by himself, so Lin Zhao held a fist in the distance and said, "Su Shanjun, long time no see!"
A figure walked out of the ancestral temple. It was the elegant mountain god in white. He held a folding fan and said with a smile: "Lin Zhao, why are you back?"
"Searching for roots."
"Ha~~~"
Su Shanjun smiled: "When you have money and people, remember to help me repair the temple..."
"That's necessary, tiger, don't worry!"
"Um."
Su Shanjun bowed again and returned to the crumbling Shanjun Temple.
