Lin Zhao did not look at Han Buyu, but smiled slightly and said, "It's all embarrassing. I will be embarrassed together with the old swordsman Han."
With that said, he took out a bottle of wine and threw it to Han Buyu.
This kid's words were not very pleasant, but they made Han Buyu feel better in his ashamed heart. After accepting the wine, Han Buyu raised his head and drank several sips. He had lived for hundreds of years, but this sip of wine was the only one.
It can bring some comfort.
Lin Zhao also took out a pot of wine, drank some with him, and said: "You never told me why you insist on killing monsters on the snowy Tianchi? With all due respect, there are many swordsmen in the world, but they are willing to kill monsters on the snowy Tianchi.
There are not many people waiting to die on Tianchi."
"It's nothing..."
Han Buyu looked at the horizon and said with a smile: "Some things are not humane. The third shopkeeper would like to tell you, why do you want to kill monsters on the snowy Tianchi? With your ability, you can be a festival in the Great Shang Dynasty.
It’s more than enough.”
"Have no idea."
Lin Zhao wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "I was born in the snowy Tianchi. If I don't kill the demons, I will be killed by the demons. Besides, my father died in the hands of the demon clan. The son inherits the father's legacy. I can't help but break the sky."
You have to kill the demon!"
Han Buyu laughed heartily.
After a while, Lin Zhao whispered: "Actually, I think Old Sword Immortal Han also has a chance to go one step further and become the upper fifth realm."
"How can it be so easy? Going to the fifth realm is as difficult as going to heaven!"
Han Buyu smiled and said: "I'm afraid this life is hopeless~~~"
"It's still a matter of state of mind."
Lin Zhao smiled and said: "But the inner demon of the old sword immortal can only be killed by the old sword immortal himself. I, an outsider, can't do anything about it."
"Um."
Han Buyu smiled: "Okay, the third shopkeeper is the leader of the three armies of the Snow Region Legion. There are many things to do. There is no need to bother me, an old guy, here. Go and get busy."
"good."
Lin Zhao left.
Han Buyu rose into the sky, sitting on the top of the clouds and looking at the north. He was now a god of wind and rain, but he still used his sword to kill demons in the past decades. Not even a thousand demon monks died under his sword.
Eight hundred. In fact, this is not a good thing for him as a god of wind and rain. He has too many causes and effects, and there is nothing he can do about it.
When he closed his eyes, he seemed to be able to see his wife lying in a pool of blood, and he could think of his daughter being swept away by the big demon's claws and her body turned into more than ten pieces. At that time, Han Buyu was crying loudly.
He lay on the ground trying to pick up his daughter's body, and the pieces of her daughter became the demon in his heart.
It was true that Han Buyu could kill monsters with his sword, but in his heart he was deeply afraid of the Great Demon of the Upper Five Realms. Facing the Upper Five Realms, Han Buyu almost didn't have the courage to draw his sword. Such a person
, what qualifications do you have to have a glimpse of the scenery of the Upper Five Realms?
He sat on the clouds, drinking wine, with tears streaming down his face: "Yaoer, daddy is a waste. I'm afraid I won't have a chance to avenge you in this life..."
The big demon's name is Lu Huan.
The big demon came to the snow-covered Tianchi three times, but Han Buyu never drew a single sword.
…
At the end of the mortal world, among the mountains covered by clouds and fog.
In the ancestral court of the military strategist, a stretch of palaces stretches among the white clouds, with giant stone statues piercing the sky at every turn. They are statues of military strategists and saints from ancient times to the present.
In the depths of the ancestral court of the military dynasty, a majestic blue ancient palace stands. The murderous aura and saintly aura in the ancient palace are the strongest in the entire ancestral court of the military dynasty.
The Martial Arts Temple is a place where the four sages, ten philosophers and seventy-two generals of military strategists are enshrined.
Just in front of the Martial Arts Temple, a slightly slovenly man was carrying a sword on his back and wearing a green short shirt. He was kneeling in front of the Martial Arts Temple. He did not dare to get up for a long time. He even trembled all over.
The crime of deceiving his master and destroying his ancestors only needs a word from the Soldier Sage to decide whether he should stay or go.
Tang Guangjun, a sword cultivator in the Twelve Realms of the Military Academy, was a disciple of Li Xin, one of the seventy-two generals of the Martial Arts Temple. However, not long ago, Tang Guangjun's words made his master Li Xin so angry that he passed away.
Those words were widely circulated in the ancestral court of the military family.
"You, Li Xin, are just a gatekeeper in the ancestral court of the military family. Who will take you seriously in the ten realms? A big defeat at the hands of Xiang Yan that year really turned you into a demon? You will leave in this life.
No way out of a mere Galaxy Realm? Just look at it. Your disciple Tang Guangjun is now a Twelve Realm Sword Cultivator. There are only a handful of people in the military who can defeat my sword, Tang Guangjun. If you don’t kill the inner demon at this time,
How long are we waiting for people to see our profession as a joke?"
As a result, Li Xin was also a face-saving person. Although he was good at fighting during his lifetime, he was still unable to slay his inner demons. He stayed in the Galaxy Realm for many years and could not go any further. Now that Tang Guangjun said this again, he was so angry that he vomited blood on the spot.
The Queen of Heaven passed away after the war.
There is a rule in the military family's ancestral court that the disciple's ranking in the ancestral court cannot exceed that of the master.
Tang Guangjun wanted to go up, but he had no choice but to send this master away.
Today, Tang Guangjun is kneeling outside the Martial Arts Temple, without any remorse in his heart. Why should I repent? I, Tang Guangjun, am extremely talented. I have become a twelve-level swordsman in less than 200 years. Is it my fault? It is only the old man's incompetence that is to blame. Otherwise,
, I am afraid that Tang Guangjun has long been ranked among the seventy-two generals of the Martial Temple. If he has even achieved some military exploits, he may be able to hope for some positions among the ten sages of the Martial Temple. After all, those old guys have occupied the position for too long, and they should be replaced.
People.
At this time, a figure walked out of the martial arts temple. He was dressed in a green shirt and walked with a strong sword intent. Looking at the world, there was only one family with such a strong sword intent, the Fourteenth Realm Sword Cultivator, Soldier Saint Ding Muchen.
Next to the guest in green shirt is a military saint wearing a gray and white short shirt, known as Mou, one of the four military saints.
"snort!"
Mousheng glanced at Tang Guangjun who was kneeling outside, and sneered: "You are still kneeling, do you feel guilty?"
Tang Guangjun kowtowed repeatedly: "Guilt, guilt... I feel infinite guilt..."
"Then why not find a harder hill and crash to death?"
"Lord Mousheng..."
Tang Guangjun gritted his teeth and suppressed the arrogance in his temper. He did not dare to think bad words about this seeker, otherwise he would have scolded everyone with the surname Zhang in the world. He frowned: "Tang Guangjun, please
Disappointed!"
"snort!"
Mou Sheng sneered: "It's not me who has the final say in the ancestral court, so how am I qualified to punish you, the Great Sword Immortal of the Tang Dynasty!"
Tang Guangjun only felt that his scalp was numb. The thing he disliked the most in the entire ancestral court was talking to this sage. Logically speaking, the dynasty change planned by this sage could be regarded as avenging Tang Guangjun's lineage, but with
He really had nothing to say, and his words were all barbed, so Tang Guangjun looked at the head of the ancestral court of the military family, the Soldier Saint of the Fourteenth Realm.
"Master, I know I was wrong, I really know I was wrong."
"You know what your fault is."
The man in green shirt grinned: "I'm afraid you are still thinking that once the old man dies, you will have a chance to replace him as the seventy-two generals of the Martial Temple, right? I tell you, there is no chance. As long as I, Ding Muchen, am in charge of the ancestral court, you
No chance."
Tang Guangjun was horrified: "Then...how does the leader plan to deal with the situation?"
"Choose a better place for you."
The guest in green shirt smiled and said: "The Ancestral Court of the Military Family is located between the upper world and the lower world, and is almost completely isolated from the human world. Since you, Tang Guangjun, think you are so great, and the Ancestral Court of the Military Family can hardly stay any longer, you might as well go to the human world."
Okay, feel the suffering of all sentient beings, feel the fireworks of the mortal world, and endure your tendency to float but never land."
"The leader wants to..."
Before he finished speaking, the man in green shirt had already stepped forward, and with his index and middle fingers together, he sent a majestic sword intention into Tang Guangjun's Tianling Gai. Tang Guangjun was obviously a twelve-level sword cultivator, but he was unable to resist it, and was even beaten by the opponent.
The sword intent was so suppressed that he could not move, and he could only watch helplessly as the majestic sword energy was sent into his head and turned into a golden mark.
"Master, you..."
Tang Guangjun was shocked.
The guest in green shirt smiled faintly: "You need to temper your temperament. Of course, you must be wearing a tight spell. I order you to go to the human world, to the Snowy Tianchi, and to be the gatekeeper of the Snowy Tianchi for ten years. You must not violate any rules.
, of course, I planted a sword heart mark on you, and even if I want to kill you in the ancestral court, I can just think of it!"
"Head..."
Tang Guangjun was sweating like rain, and kowtowed repeatedly: "I will never dare to disobey in the slightest!"
The guest in green shirt smiled: "Now Lin Zhao on the Snowy Tianchi is my junior brother. You go and be his gatekeeper for ten years. You must obey his words, learn from him how to behave, and respect him as a teacher."
, there must be no disrespect in the slightest, you will die if you dare to spit on my little junior brother’s back! Also, soldiers kill people, regardless of cause and effect, you have to make up your own mind on how to do certain things."
Tang Guangjun sweated profusely and retreated on his knees. How could the man in front of him be a warrior saint? With his fourteenth level swordsmanship and his behavior, he was simply a nightmare for Tang Guangjun!
However, he was actually pretty good to that junior brother...
Lord Mousheng squinted his eyes, it was still worth seeing whether this hand was used or not.
…
evening.
Lin Zhao rode his horse to the south side of Tianchi in the snowy area. He took a look at the construction situation of the Tiger Temple. It was very smooth. Then he rode up a hill and looked to the south from a distance. There were many people he cared about there. Fusu
On the Great Wall are Lin Wanhua, Liu Xilong, Ye Lin, Qin Yu, and Qin Yu's troubled son Qin Ran. Further south, there is Han Yetang in Shanhaiguan, and then there is Tianji City, with Shen Xingchen, Chen
Xue, Ding Chi, Zhang Jun, Luo Man and a group of people who are very important to him, further south, in Changle City, there is a girl who likes him, named Miss Leng.
In fact, Lin Zhao also likes Miss Leng, but he just feels that he is not worthy.
He sighed, no matter what, he can't eat soft food. His stomach is actually quite good, so he has to work harder. A man is born in troubled times. He must cultivate himself, manage his family, govern the country, and bring peace to the world. Nothing is missing.
Only if you have all these qualities can you be worthy of the best cold girl in the world.
He raised his head again and looked to the south. There were countless mountains. He didn’t know which one was Changming Mountain. Now the owner of Changming Mountain is my Xiaojiuer. I don’t know when she will come to the snowy Tianchi. When we meet again,
What will it look like if Xiaojiuer becomes Su Qingjiu, the Great Sword Immortal of the Twelve Realms? Xiaojiuer was cute when she was a child, and she should be a beautiful girl when she grows up, right?
The thought of seeing Xiao Jiu'er made him smile again.
However, there is no news about the youth camp at the Prime Minister's Mansion back then. I don't know what happened to Xiao Shitou.
…
When he was thinking about the little stone, a slovenly man carrying a simple and clumsy long sword on his back came up the mountain. He was leaning on a cane and panting. He looked sallow and thin. He cupped his fists at Lin Zhao and grinned: "
The villain Tang Guangjun, may I ask, is he the master of Tianchi Mountain?"
