After nearly ten days of game preparation, a large amount of supplies finally set off from Yunzhou. Nearly a hundred horse-drawn carriages were linked together, escorted by 5,000 Suzaku battalion cavalry. They passed through Shanhaiguan, Fusu Great Wall, and arrived at Xijianjiang.
The moment they arrived at Xijianjiang, many gods from the Jiang Shen Temple appeared, and a golden pontoon was built for carriages to pass. Some things no longer required Lin Xingchu's personal instructions. The gods below naturally knew what to do.
Done.
…
In the early morning of this morning, after Lin Zhao went online, he galloped and wandered on the snowy Tianchi. Muzhen was leading hundreds of cavalry on the Tianchi campus to train riding skills and battle tactics. The sound of horse hooves roared, and a building outside the camp
On a small hill, Tong Yu, a little girl in a pink dress, is sitting on a huge rock, holding a wooden sword for training, standing on the sword stake. She has just entered the sword, and there are already traces of wisps around her body.
His sword intent is lingering around him, and he is indeed an embryo of a sword fairy.
Lin Zhao is particularly envious of this kind of person. Looking back at himself, he seems to be stronger in boxing skills. As for swordsmanship, he is not clumsy, but he is definitely not smart. Otherwise, in his previous life, he would have been more than just a swordsman in the lower five realms.
On the level of cultivation.
"..."
Tong Yu opened her eyes and saw Lin Zhao staring at her not far away. The little girl's heart suddenly pounded. Only when she came to the snowy Tianchi did she realize how famous this Lin Zhao was. He was not only a martial artist in the Tenth Realm.
Yu, even the eleventh-level swordsman Zhizhi and the martial artist Muzhen obey Lin Zhaoyan. He is just a lower-level swordsman of the fifth level. Why?
Tong Yu is a true black under the lamp. At the age of only nine, she read and wrote with her father, and learned embroidery from her mother. In terms of the general trend of the world, she only briefly studied the founding history of Dongwu Kingdom from her father. As for the Snowy Tianchi
The battle is a taboo in the Dongwu Kingdom. No one dares to mention the tragic defeat of the four northern tribes, so let alone Tong Yu, at least half of the people in the entire Dongwu Kingdom have never heard of the "Snowy Tianchi"
Lin Baiyi, there is no one in the world who doesn’t recognize you."
In the eyes of others on the snow-covered Tianchi, Lin Zhao was Lin Baiyi who had defeated the demon clan, but in the eyes of Tong Yu, it was more complicated. What was particularly clear in his memory was the young swordsman who said he wanted to marry him as his wife.
This made Tong Yu worried, and there was already a shadow in her heart. Although, after many days on the snowy Tianchi, she actually understood in her heart that Lin Zhao actually saved her life in Zouma Alley, but what he said at that time
Tong Yu couldn't let go of his tone and felt that he didn't look like a good person.
Lin Zhao took a look and wondered if this little girl had been kicked in the head by a donkey. The way she looked at him was not normal!
He was too lazy to think about it. It didn't matter, as long as she was willing to contribute to the Snowy Tianchi in the future. As for teaching her how to be a human being, it was better to be taught by her master Lin Wanhua himself.
"Tong Yu, practice your sword!"
Lin Zhao still waved and said hello.
"Yeah..."
Tong Yu nodded awkwardly, then didn't dare to speak, closed his eyes and practiced swordplay.
Lin Zhao rode his horse towards the east side of the snow-covered Tianchi. He didn't go far when he saw a flash of sword light passing through the sky. The graceful and graceful figure of Zhi Zhi jumped down from the flying sword and said with a respectful smile: "Sir, sir.
Shang's convoy responsible for building the teleportation formation has arrived in Shannan, do you want to greet it?"
"certainly!"
Lin Zhao nodded and said: "Send the order to Muzhen, summon the cavalry of the Snow Region Legion, and come together to meet him!"
"yes!"
…
In Shannan, at the entrance of the small town back then, 1,800 cavalrymen from Tianchi in the Snowy Land gathered in neat formations, with bright swords and armor, and banners with the word "Chen" and the word "Lin" fluttering. Four people, Lin Zhao, Zhu Zhi, Muzhen, and Chu Yu, were standing there.
Standing at the entrance, at the bottom of the mountain, a group of people wearing official uniforms of the Great Shang Dynasty went up the mountain. Some were already out of breath, and one person surrounded by many officials was quite young, wearing a fifth-grade crimson-purple civil official uniform, and covered with nine
Jing Yuanying's Qi Ji, and his whole body is full of scholarly spirit.
This man's name is Liu Xingshu, the fifth-rank secretary-supervisor of the Great Shang Dynasty. He was originally a civil servant in charge of the palace's collection of books. Now his superiors have given him a lucrative job in building a teleportation array in the Snowy Tianchi. It seems that there is plenty of money, but the risks are also high. Who knows?
When the demon tribe attacks the mountain, he, the supervisor of the Nascent Soul Realm, will probably be the first to die.
"Liu Xingshu, everyone who has met the Snowy Tianchi!"
Liu Xingshu made a Confucian hand-over-hand salute to Lin Zhao, Gao Zhi and others, with a very low posture.
Lin Zhao hurriedly clasped his fists and saluted, with the aura of a martial artist, and said: "Welcome Mr. Liu, our snowy Tianchi has been waiting for you so much that you have been waiting for it, and now it is finally here for you."
Liu Xingshu couldn't help but smile: "Are you...the master in white?"
"Um."
Lin Zhao nodded: "In white clothes, in charge of the Snow Region Legion."
He did not say his real name. After all, it was too shocking. If the temple of the Shang Dynasty knew that he, Lin Baiyi Bingjie, was reincarnated in the snowy Tianchi, what kind of reaction would they have? Lin Zhao felt not very optimistic and would not go there at all.
I thought that the Great Shang Dynasty would invite him back to Baidi City and return the marshal to him. On the contrary, the appearance of Lin Zhao's reincarnation would block the way of many people. Maybe if they didn't expect the imperial edict, they would first
He was assassinated by a group of monks supported by aristocratic families.
The world of the Great Shang Dynasty is so big, who is better to make the decision? Obviously, in the temple of the Great Shang, there should be very few people who are willing to let him, Lin Baiyi, come back.
Liu Xingshu smiled slightly, cupped his hands and said: "The news that Lord Bai killed Jun Gang, the eleventh level great demon master on the Snowy Tianchi has spread in Baidi City. Liu Xingshu is a weak scholar, and he is lucky to be able to supervise the construction of the Eleventh Realm Great Demon Master Jun Gang on the Snowy Tianchi.
Regarding the teleportation array, may I ask, sir, has the location of the teleportation array been determined? If it is confirmed, we can start construction at any time."
"Confirmed."
Lin Zhao pointed behind him and said: "In an open area near Shannan, you can avoid the demon clan's soldiers as much as possible. Not far away, the Snow Region Legion has set up a thousand tents for you to rest temporarily.
.”
"Okay, thanks!"
Liu Xingshu smiled and nodded.
At this moment, a middle-aged sixth-grade civil servant walked forward with a shy belly and said with a smile: "The tent in white is a place for craftsmen and cavalry to rest. It is also the official residence where we, the officials in charge of supervising construction, live."
?”
"Official office?"
Lin Zhao was confused, and immediately clasped his fists and said: "I'm sorry, the snowy Tianchi is now in ruins, and our soldiers live in tents. We don't even have the materials to build barracks, so... there is no official office,
Sir, please stay in the tent for a while."
"Be bold!"
Another skinny sixth-grade official frowned and said, "Is this how your Snowy Tianchi neglects the imperial officials!?"
Lin Zhao frowned.
On the side, Zhi Zhi raised his left hand, held his long sword across his chest, and said with a smile: "Everyone, do you really think this is Baidi City?"
"My lords!"
Liu Xingshu turned around and said in a cold voice: "You have also seen the appearance of the Snowy Tianchi. It is already very difficult for Lord Bai to lead his troops to resist the monsters here. How can he have the money and food to build an official office for us? Give me my order.
All supervising officials live in tents and are not allowed to make things difficult. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude. I will read his book when I return to the court!"
The officials remained silent, but their expressions were quite ugly.
Although Lin Zhao didn't speak, he immediately understood that Liu Xingshu had the highest official position among this group of people, but he was like a clean stream and was unwilling to collude with this group of people. Therefore, in fact, Liu Xingshu held real power in his hands, but he
I was isolated by everyone.
…
Soon after, a group of Mohist disciples accompanying the army began to measure the land and follow the drawings step by step to confirm the construction of the teleportation array. Building the teleportation array was a major event and could only be done by the Mohist family. The rest of the craftsmen could only do some menial work.
Lin Zhao and Liu Xingshu walked down the mountain until they arrived at the dilapidated Tiger Temple.
Su Shanjun was basking in the sun with his legs crossed. When he saw someone coming, he immediately stood up in the air, looking elegant and graceful in white clothes. He smiled and said: "Oh, we have a guest!"
"Um!"
Lin Zhao cupped his fists and said, "This is Lord Su Shan. In the battle of Tianchi in the Snowy Land a hundred years ago, Lord Su Shan used his sword to defend the human race against the sages of the heavens!"
"oh!"
Liu Xingshu's eyes were immediately filled with respect, and he bowed and said: "Confucian Liu Xingshu, please see Mr. Su Shan!"
“You’re welcome~~~”
Su Shanjun waved his hand.
Lin Zhao smiled and said: "Su Shanjun, this gentleman's name is Liu Xingshu. He is the fifth-grade secretary supervisor of the Great Shang Dynasty and the supervisor of the snowy Tianchi teleportation formation. I told Li Chunyang and asked them to send craftsmen and supplies.
, by the way, let’s rebuild the Tiger Temple. It’s been a hundred years, and if you don’t repair the Tiger Temple, it’s going to fall down.”
Su Shanjun smiled: "That's true. In that case, I'd like to trouble Mr. Liu Xingshu. I don't know...when will the construction start?"
"tomorrow."
Liu Xingshu said respectfully: "Tomorrow at the latest, the teleportation formation should be started today. Tomorrow I will dispatch extra craftsmen to the mountainside to repair the Tiger Temple for the Tiger. Don't worry, Tiger, we have all the necessary materials and supplies."
I have brought it back, and I will give Tiger a clean and bright Tiger Temple."
"In that case, thank you very much!"
Su Shanjun smiled and nodded, then turned around and turned into a golden light that shone into the statue of Shanjun Temple. After all, he was a god in the Fourteenth Realm at his peak. Looking at the entire human world, the peak of the God of Water Transport should be based in the Fourteenth Realm of Xijianjiang.
Lin Xingchu is here, and among the mountain gods, Su Shanjun in his peak period may be unique. Unfortunately, he has too many fetters, and the time he can truly display his strength in the Fourteenth Realm is very little.
The only thing left is to carry out large-scale construction projects on the snow-covered Tianchi.
…
Night falls, on Jiuzhangyuan.
The heavy snow came again, and in the snow curtain, a figure appeared on Jiuzhangyuan. It was a middle-aged man wearing a blood-colored gown. His breath was restrained, and the divine light was flowing on his handsome face. He was walking leisurely on the ground.
On Jiuzhangyuan, he frowned, spread out the five fingers of his right hand, and wisps of mysterious light turned on his fingertips. Suddenly, wisps of fireflies continued to rise from the ground under the flying snow, and he condensed them on his fingertips.
"You idiot!"
The middle-aged man smiled bitterly and said: "Then who is Lin Zhao? He even lost his scheming game back then. You have only been out of Zushan for a few days, and you dare to compete with Lin Baiyi in the snowy Tianchi? Now... still...
If Master is not here to help you clean up the mess, huh, next time you meet Lin Zhao, you must not be so careless."
The middle-aged man gently moved his fingertips, and suddenly a graceful figure in black robes condensed out of the wind and snow. She looked at the man and suddenly wanted to cry, with tears rolling in her eyes: "Master, you are here...
