Chapter four hundred and sixty-ninth vote Yao Daren
"..."
Fu Sheng frowned. A military saint of the thirteenth realm descended from the sky with tens of thousands of military monks. Among this group of military monks, there were ten eleventh-level monks. Most of the rest were in the middle five realms. Since ancient times, the world has been
Among the major factions among the monks, military strategists are the strongest. Now facing more than 10,000 military strategists, the demon clan has exhausted all the upper five realms they brought this time and used all the 700,000 demon clan military tents.
If it falls, it will never be a match for the other party.
"withdraw!"
Among the demon clan crowd, Shi Jungang frowned and ordered. She was still the former army commander. Even Fu Sheng had to obey her orders. Shi Jungang's order at this time also made Fu Sheng feel very safe. He would not withdraw again.
I'm afraid I'm going to suffer a big loss.
As a result, the demon clan's 700,000-strong army surged in like a tidal wave, but also receded like a tidal wave.
The 10,000 military monks who fell on the snowy Tianchi all landed on the ground. After clasping their fists and saluting in the direction of Lin Zhao from all directions, they all carried their weapons and dispersed, most to the south, and a few to the north. That's it.
Scattered across the land of the human race.
"..."
In the wind, the young military sage looked back.
Suddenly, on the Xijian River, the great demon Ning Yuansheng suddenly pulled back his long sleeves and sneered: "The ancestral court of the military family has officially declared war on the demon clan? Interesting... Lin Xingchu, you are lucky today. It doesn't matter, we will meet again in the future.
Opportunity!"
Lin Xingchu's beautiful eyes were like water: "Get out!"
Ning Yuansheng carried the demonic aura all over the sky and headed north.
Zhenjun Beixuan, whose true body was a flaming maple, waved his sleeves to put away the aura of flames that filled the sky, and ran away after being struck by Lin Xingchu's sword on his butt.
Muntjac forest.
Lin Wanhua held a long sword and fought for hundreds of rounds with Long Zheng and Lu Huan, two demon monks from the twelve realms. However, the sword intent became more intense, the sword skills remained stable, and the bright sword heart became more and more crystal clear.
She seemed to be getting closer and closer to the top of the Twelve Realms. Although she was sweating and hot from the battle, she still benefited a lot.
"Things have changed!"
Long Zheng held his sword and said: "Let's go!"
"Walk!"
At the cost of sacrificing a magical weapon, Lu Huan blocked Lin Wanhua's pursuit, and he and Long Zheng turned into two strong demonic auras and headed northwest.
Lin Wanhua looked at the Snowy Tianchi, her willow-leaf eyebrows frowning slightly. She could sense the arrival of a 13th-level military strategist. He was one of her own, and he was probably sent by the Soldier Saint. There was a 13th-level military strategist who was here.
In the snow-covered Tianchi, Lin Zhao had already saved the day, so Lin Wanhua returned the sword to its sheath, turned around and flew to the snow-covered Tianchi, and went home to take a bath.
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Watching the demon army disperse like a tide, Lin Zhao finally breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, a system ringtone came to his ears. Although he did nothing, he sat on the ground and gained experience and various rewards——
"Ding!"
System prompt: Congratulations on completing the plot [Shi Jungang's Revenge], and you will receive plot compensation rewards: 105% experience value for this level, 1 charm value, 10,000 gold coins, and 6,000 reputation value!
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A golden rain of light fell from the sky, reaching level 115.
But Lin Zhao didn't take it seriously at all. For him, game data is sometimes not the most important thing. He stepped to the edge of Beishan and greeted the military sage who scared off the monster army with one shot. The military sage also carried
The bright silver gun floated down, and Lin Zhao stood a few meters away. He was extremely young, handsome, and could not hide his heroic spirit.
"Lin Zhao?"
The other party laughed.
"Um."
Lin Zhao nodded: "Who are you?"
"Your senior brother's friend."
The young military sage smiled and said: "In the ancestral court of the military strategist, those military monks call me Lord Piao Yao, but I am Ding Muchen's good friend, so you can do whatever you want."
"He's a friend of senior brother..."
Lin Zhao smiled slightly, clasped his fists and bowed his head: "Lin Zhao has met Mr. Piao Yao!"
"alright."
The young military sage was dressed in white robes and silver armor. He was very similar to Lin Zhao. He looked straight at Lin Zhao with a smile. In fact, when Lin Zhao laid out the layout of Tianchi in the snowy area a hundred years ago, he also looked at the sky with the water and moon technique.
After a long time, I actually met him now, and I know that the other person is the master's junior brother, so I feel somewhat close to him.
"Lin Zhao."
He smiled and said: "I want to stay in the snow-covered Tianchi for a while. Can you give me a place to live? I want... to live right next to your ancestral home. There seems to be a house built there."
"good."
Lin Zhao nodded happily and said: "No one is living in that house yet. It's just right. I'll go over and clean it up."
"Okay, then I'll go with you."
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Several houses have been rebuilt on the site of the Lin family's ancestral home, and they still follow the original layout. However, because this place is so special, Muzhen, Chu Yu and others did not touch this place when they allocated houses to the refugees. Even the decorations were not touched.
It is also similar to that of the past. There is even a jujube tree planted in the courtyard, but it will probably take many years for the new jujube tree to grow into the same shape as before.
Lin Zhao personally cleaned the courtyard, while Dong Zang brought the bedding and other things, and together with Tong Yu set up the room for this "Master Piao Yao", Wang Yue and Chu Yu cleaned the stove and let this "Master Piao Yao"
An adult can cook for himself. Of course, if he doesn't want to do it, it doesn't matter. The mountain top garden is not short of food.
Under the jujube tree, the young military sage looked up at the new and tender jujube tree, which was only two people tall. He couldn't help but smile and said, "Lin Zhao, don't be busy. Come and play chess with me?"
"good."
Lin Zhao sat down next to the tree stump and said, "But I'm not good at chess, so I'm afraid you won't have enough fun killing me."
"It's okay, chess."
"OK!"
The two sat face to face, like a pair of old friends, and they looked almost the same age. However, Lin Zhao was in the lower fifth realm, while he was in the thirteenth realm. Zhi Zhi, Chu Yu, Dong Zang and others did not dare to disturb them.
, was cleaning up the room not far away, and at the same time brought some food, vegetables, etc. from the army. Chen Ben was looking outside the door with a group of snowy cavalry, not daring to come in.
Master Piao Yao glanced at Chen Ben outside, and at the same time, he also saw his God of War courage.
"Lin Zhao."
He said softly: "Actually, Chen Ben was poisoned by corpse poison, and when he was about to die, it triggered the condensation of luck in a God of War Gallbladder. But the dying Chen Ben was just a trigger. This God of War Gallbladder was actually meant for you.
, why did you refuse and instead gave such a precious God of War Gallbladder to Chen Ben? You have to know that since ancient times, there have been very few God of War Gallbladders, even the saints in our military ancestral family who have the God of War Gallbladder.
You can count them on one hand."
Lin Zhao scratched his head and said: "Of course I want it, but I think Chen Ben needs it more than me. That War God Gut can save his life. If I accept the War God Gut for my own selfishness, Chen Ben will die.
, I got a God of War Gallbladder, but I have to face a lifetime of self-blame and guilt. I think it is too tiring for people to live like this all their lives. It is better to be more upright. Besides, Chen Ben has a very good martial arts background. A God of War Gallbladder may be able to
Let him be the first person to be reborn under my command. Anyway, they are all my own, so who should I give it to?"
"Haha~~~"
The young military sage couldn't help but laugh and said: "If you can say these words directly, your state of mind is indeed upright. No wonder the master is so optimistic about you and feels that your future achievements may not be inferior to his."
"how could be?"
Lin Zhao was a little uneasy and said with a smile: "Third Senior Brother is a Fourteenth Realm Sword Immortal. I have never been able to impress him in my life. To put it bluntly, although I really long to become a Fifth Realm Sword Immortal, I am...ambitious.
It’s really not that big. Being able to achieve the realm of sword cultivation in the thirteenth realm in this life is considered to be the pinnacle of life. If it’s really not possible, the twelve realms will do. Even if it’s not possible, at least the eleventh realm will be more satisfying.”
Master Piao Yao smiled heartily again: "Well, this mentality is not wrong. Too strong ambition often leads people astray, but your requirements are indeed a bit low. Ding Muchen's junior brother is also the Confucian sage Qin Suihan
As a disciple of the one who dominates the eternal secret realm... the requirements are too low. Your masters are all in the Fourteenth Realm. Your minimum requirement for yourself is at least the Fourteenth Realm. Even if you have a chance to excel, I think you should
There are only fifteen realms in the human world, and you can think about it a little bit..."
Lin Zhao scratched his head: "Take your time and take every step carefully before talking."
"Um."
The young military sage took a deep look at Lin Zhao, and seemed to see something deep in his mind. Master Yao suddenly frowned, not sure if it was good or bad, but it seemed that this was not something he could overstep.
Yes, no matter what, someone will always come to wake him up, but it is not his turn as an outsider.
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At noon, Lin Zhao and Dong Zang cooked several dishes together, including a portion of braised rabbit, a portion of sweet and sour carp, a portion of white fish soup, a few stir-fried vegetables, and a jar of stuffed peach blossoms.
The military sage was eating and drinking very happily. At this moment, he began to understand why the leader spoke like that. The fireworks in the world were indeed much more interesting than the day and night practice in the ancestral home of the military strategist.
After eating and drinking, the young military sage said that Lin Zhao did not need to worry about him and was busy with his own business. During this time, he stayed in the snowy Tianchi and just walked around by himself.
So Lin Zhao, Gao Zhi and others returned to the villa on the top of the mountain, each busy with their own affairs.
Mr. Piao Yao had just stood up when he saw a slovenly man carrying a long sword pushing in the door and saying with an embarrassed smile: "I originally wanted to come over to see you earlier, but I was afraid of overstepping my bounds, so I could only wait for Lin
Zhao and the others dare not come here until they leave."
"oh?"
Mr. Piao Yao smiled slightly and said, "The food and wine haven't been put away yet, would you like some drinks?"
"OK!"
Tang Guangjun sat down in front of him and took a sip of the fish soup first. Although it was cold, the white fish soup cooked by Lin Zhao was really delicious. He was full of praise: "Junior brother's cooking skills are really honed.
.”
"That's not the case."
Lord Piao Yao took a sip of his wine and said with a smile: "Lin Zhao had nothing to eat back then. There were a lot of white fish in the Baiyu River. When he couldn't sell them, he had to cook his own fish soup to eat. The clear soup didn't have much flavor.
, I can only think more about how to make it taste better, no, I have figured out a unique one in the world."
Tang Guangjun ate a piece of rabbit meat with a chuckle and said with a smile: "Are you coming from the ancestral home of the military family this time?"
"It's none of your business, so don't worry about it."
The young military sage smiled slightly: "Don't forget, you were punished by the master to come here."
Tang Guangjun pinched his nose: "Sorry, sorry, I overstepped my bounds."
As he said that, he lowered his head and ate meat and drank wine, no longer caring about the seventy-two generals of the military strategist and martial arts temple in front of him.
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His grandma, if the old man hadn't blocked the road for many years, Tang Guangjun would have been one of the seventy-two generals of the Martial Temple, and he should have been on an equal footing with this thirteenth-level saint.
