Most of the craftsmen from the Great Shang Dynasty have left, the mountain top garden has been completed, the town has been rebuilt, front streets, back streets, and stone bridges have reappeared, and even a new one was built on the old site of Mr. Qin's bookstore
We built an academy, but there was no one in the academy, and the whole town seemed particularly empty, without the real atmosphere of the human world.
In the early morning, Lin Zhao bought some ingot candles, some roast chickens, and some tributes from the grocer, all bundled and carried in his hands. He first went to Chu Huaixi's tomb, burned some paper money, and put down some
After offering the offerings, he walked through the town and arrived at the back hill on the east side of the town. In fact, he was now a player and could not have done these things.
but……
When Lin Zhao was seven years old, his parents died in a fire. He was seriously injured after experiencing the disaster, and then fell into a hundred-year sleep. When he woke up, he lost his memory.
Very much, in fact, Lin Zhao only has some very vague memories of his parents, but he carries the childhood memories of Lin Zhao, a boy from Tianchi in the Snowy Land, and has very clear memories of his father and mother, so...
...Lin Zhao can only regard his father and mother in the game as his relatives, as his parents using another identity to protect him in another world.
In the back mountain, light rain falls.
Lin Zhao first took care of the tombs of his father and mother, pulled out all the weeds, and added some new soil. Then he placed some tributes in front of the tombstones, and then took a look at the two tombs.
Not far away, there is a new tomb with a stone tablet erected on it. On the stone tablet is carved a line of "Lin Zhao's Tomb" with sword energy. It is his tomb. There is also a bronze incense burner covered with patina in front of the tomb.
The tomb that Jiuer built for himself.
Lin Zhao couldn't help but laugh, and didn't pay more attention. He just burned paper and incense to his father and mother and presented offerings.
"Daddy."
Lin Zhao knelt in front of the tomb, his eyes were soft, and he smiled: "I'm back again, but this time... my identity is slightly different, but it doesn't matter, Lin Zhao is still the same Lin Zhao, dad kills demons, I will also kill demons, dad is watching over me
I will do the same at the boundaries of the human race..."
He looked at his mother's tombstone, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he murmured: "Mother, although I'm not sure, I know... you might really be her. I really miss you."
He clenched his fists, looked at the three characters "Murong Qin" on the tombstone, and said softly: "Mother, mother..."
In the drizzle, he was no longer that young man, but when he looked up at the tombstone, he still burst into tears.
…
far away.
Zhizhi and Chu Yu stood side by side, just watching Lin Zhao worshiping his parents from a distance. Both of them were at a high level, and they could hear very far away. When Zhizhi lowered his head, two tears fell on the rocks at his feet.
On the page, Chu Yuze’s eyes were red and she was biting her red lips. In fact, she never understood why Lin Zhao insisted on returning to the snowy Tianchi. With his ability, he would join the army in the Great Shang Dynasty. It would not take long for him to stand out and even return to the throne.
She wanted to become the "Lin Shuai", but now she understood that the reason why Lin Zhao was obsessed with the snow-covered Tianchi was because his roots were here and all his worries were buried under the soil.
From the other direction, Muzhen looked at Lin Zhao's back, gently clasping his fists and bowing his head.
Chen Ben gritted his teeth. He had never thought that the commander-in-chief of the armed forces, brother Lin Zhao, would be so fragile and kneel in front of his parents' graves and shed tears, so he followed his master and clasped his fists and bowed his head.
Not far away, Tong Yu held a long sword and looked at Lin Zhao from a distance. Her eyes were slightly red. Lin Zhao was sad. She also felt a little sad, but what was more sad was that her parents didn't even have tombs.
, the traitor of Dongwu Kingdom had no idea where his body was buried, so Tongyu just wanted to practice swords more diligently and become stronger in the future, so that she could do more.
In an apricot forest, Dong Zang was wearing a pink dress, looking at Lin Zhao from a distance, feeling extremely distressed. The young master's mother must have been very, very good to him when she was alive, better than anything else in the world.
…
At the foot of the mountain.
Three figures suddenly descended from the sky. They were Wu Li, Zhao Suiguang, and Zhao Guangyi. Two were in the twelfth realm, and one was in the eleventh realm. Wu Li's palm hidden in his sleeve slowly circulated spiritual energy, and suddenly an "empty mountain" appeared.
The magical weapon was activated, and an invisible barrier instantly enveloped hundreds of miles around the snow-covered Tianchi, which was already isolated from heaven and earth.
Immediately, the three of them slowly climbed the mountain, looking determined to win.
Wu Li no longer concealed his identity. He waved his robe sleeves, and his big sleeves suddenly fluttered. The demonic aura that could not be concealed spread all over his body. He was a peak cultivator in the twelfth realm and had a powerful body of the demon race. He indeed had this confidence.
Even the Thirteenth Realm, where the human race was weak, Wu Li didn't pay attention at all. If it wasn't for the purpose of completing what Shi Jungang told him, he would have been unable to resist kicking Zhao Jingyu's cave when he was in the Qingliang Sect.
Zhao Suiguang had a solemn look on his face, and with a slight wave of his hand, his natal magical weapon, the cyan treasure tripod, was already looming around him.
Zhao Guangyi is armed with a long sword and is an eleventh-level swordsman. He is the weakest among the three. But compared to the Snowy Tianchi, he, Zhao Guangyi, can suppress the Tianyuan Realm Muzhen, who is the highest in the Snowy Tianchi!
On the mountainside.
Su Shanjun walked out of the drizzle and looked at the three people in front of him. He couldn't help but frowned and said: "The road for the three of you is in the sky. Why are you walking underground?"
"Tsk tsk..."
Wu Li smiled faintly: "Su Shanjun talks a lot. If you want to stop him, just do it. It doesn't matter. Anyway, we are going to go on a killing spree this time. There is no problem in killing one more Su Shanjun."
"What a loud tone!"
Su Shanjun sneered: "I don't know, I thought Lord Wuli was a giant whale in the deep sea. Who would have thought that Lord Wuli is just a little snakehead in his true form!"
"you!"
Wu Li glared at him angrily, but did not get angry, and Wu Li didn't want to kill Su Shanjun at all. Firstly, it was unnecessary, and secondly, killing would affect too many things. First of all, the Demon Ancestor would not allow anyone from the Demon Clan to be killed.
It doesn't matter how you kill Su Shanjun, but you must not kill him. Secondly, Su Shanjun's identity is different. Although he is only a middle-level fifth-level god now, he was strong at his peak and a fourteenth-level mountain god. If he kills him, the cause and effect will be contaminated.
I'm afraid it will last a lifetime.
So, Su Shanjun is not scary, but disgusting.
"Zhao Suiguang!"
Su Shanjun sat on the roof of the Shanjun Temple, built a pergola with a fan, looked at Zhao Suiguang, and said with a smile: "Your father, Zhao Jingyu, is shameless and has not been promoted for so many years. Is it because he can't get enough even though he eats? Listen.
Are you saying that your most beloved female disciple was taken as a concubine by your father? Tsk tsk, the upper beam is really crooked and the lower beam is crooked. If you can't defeat your father, why do you collude with the demon clan and want to piss your father to death?"
"Awesome, you are worthy of being the 12th realm with the thickest skin in the northern part of the human race. I am optimistic about you. If you Zhao Suiguang continues to be so shameless, sooner or later you will be able to kill your shameless father!"
Su Shanjun narrowed his eyes, looked at Zhao Guangyi, and said with a smile: "Zhao Guangyi, don't think that I won't scold you because you are ugly! You shameless despicable person, you gave up your own mother in order to go to the Liangzong of the Qing Dynasty.
As a tribute to ancestor Zhao Jingyu, your father must have died early, otherwise you, an unfilial son, would be angry to death!"
"..."
Zhao Suiguang and Zhao Guangyi were so angry that their faces turned pale, but they held back and did not get angry. They just accelerated their pace up the mountain, not wanting to take another look at Mr. Su Shan.
"Whoosh!"
A figure fell from the sky and landed next to Su Shanjun. It was Master Yun Han Buyu.
"Just don't care?"
Han Buyu frowned: "Just sit and watch Lin Zhao being killed by two twelve realms?"
"if not?"
Su Shanjun had some free time and said with a smile: "Do you, Old Sword Immortal Han, want to step forward and ask about the two major sword realms? You really think of yourself as a sword immortal, Old Han?"
Han Buyu: "..."
…
The town gate, next to the wooden house.
A sloppy man was carrying a long sword, and his whole body was full of restrained swordsmanship. Although he was a twelve-level swordsman, stronger than either Wu Li or Zhao Suiguang, it would be too difficult to fight one against two. He would
dead.
He was holding a small dandelion flower that had just grown up in his hand, and was plucking tiny petals from the flower one by one, muttering to himself.
"Stand up."
"Be wise and protect yourself."
"Stand up."
"Be wise and protect yourself."
…
His mind was very complicated. He wanted to save Lin Zhao but didn't dare to save him. How could he save him? It was just a Wu Li. There was also Zhao Suiguang, a 12-level master who was good at the turtle shell technique. Who was he?
, Tang Guangjun, the Twelve-level Sword Immortal from the ancestral family of the military family, why was he punished by the master to come here to watch the gate? It was because he forced the old man to death for his own selfishness, but isn't it wrong to be selfish? Is it wrong for a person to think about himself?
What to do now, stand up and die generously?
That's really not Tang Guangjun's style, but if he can't move like this and watch Lin Zhao being killed by the two twelve realms of the human race and the demon race, Tang Guangjun can't live with it. Junior brother, everyone is so kind.
, were killed by those two bastards like this? Watching helplessly? If the fortress is like this, I, Tang Guangjun, might as well just pluck out his two eyeballs and step on them under his feet!
He stood up suddenly, threw the dandelion that had not yet picked its petals on the ground, stepped on it and crushed it to pieces.
"Fuck you!"
He gritted his teeth: "If I don't come forward, who is qualified to come forward?!"
But at this moment, a heavy sword intent suddenly pressed on his shoulders, preventing him from getting up completely. When he looked down the mountain, he saw a beautiful woman riding a white horse going up the mountain, heading toward
He raised his palm and pressed it down, signaling to Tang Guangjun that there was no need to take action as she was here.
"My mother..."
Tang Guangjun sat down on the ground, touched his nose, and thought to himself, fortunately it was Wu Li who came, not Feng Quan, otherwise the old boy Feng Quan might have to explain here, so what if the realm is the same, they will kill you.
What a skill!
…
At the foot of the mountain.
The woman was wearing a red skirt and a snow-white gauze robe. She had a beautiful appearance. She was holding a sword with a white jade scabbard in her right hand and a few peach branches in her left hand. The peach blossoms were in full bloom. She jumped up from the horse lightly, her slender legs
Stepping lightly in the rain, a ray of golden artistic conception suddenly appeared in her eyes, and her whole person's energy also changed instantly.
