Yue Ling crossed his arms and showed a sneer, saying: "Han Buyu, don't think that Lin Zhao can protect you. Don't forget that your imperial seal is still with me. At noon tomorrow, I will order you to go to Jiuzhangyuan to apologize to me.
Otherwise, you, the Yun Master who has been hundreds of miles away, should stop doing this and completely disappear into thin air and be reincarnated by me!"
With that said, Yue Ling turned around and left in the wind and snow.
"Lin Zhao..."
The young Tianyuan realm martial artist looked at Lin Zhao and said, "How...how will this end?"
"It won't end."
Lin Zhao's eyes were filled with calmness and he said: "Lin Ruo, go back to the Panshi Army's tent. Unless the demon clan attacks the mountain, don't come out easily. After all, the demon clan is actually quite murderous towards you."
"Um."
Lin Weiwei nodded: "Then...I won't care about Mr. Han Buyu's affairs...I'll leave them to you?"
"Do not worry."
Lin Zhao frowned, and after Lin Ruo left, he turned to look at Han Buyu, frowned and said: "Let's go to the mountain top garden to drink with me? We two will get drunk today. Who is not drunk and who is?"
grandson."
Han Buyu seemed to look away and said: "Let's go, whoever is not drunk is the grandson!"
…
Villa on the top of the mountain, late at night.
There were only two people at a banquet. Lin Zhao and Han Buyu were both very drunk. Han Buyu did not use his state to suppress the alcohol. Lin Zhao also turned off the player's self-protection system. Just get drunk.
, it’s rare to get drunk.
Naturally living outside, Zhi Zhi sat by the lotus pond to warm up her sword, listening to the conversation between the two from a distance, just watching. She didn't know why Lin Zhao invited Han Buyu to drink, but she knew that Lin Zhao did this
There must be his reason.
"Old Sword Immortal Han."
Lin Zhao raised the wine bottle, touched Han Buyu's wine bottle lightly, took a big gulp, wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth, and said, "Do you really think you are a waste?"
"if not?"
Han Buyu was a little depressed: "Does the third shopkeeper think that I, Han Buyu, am not a waste?"
"no."
Lin Zhao took another sip of wine, looked out the window, immersed in reverie, and said: "During the days when Jia Chong, Qing'ersao and his wife and I were cooperating to open the store, I first met Han Lao Jianxian, the fifth grader in middle school.
How charming is the Jing Sword Immortal? At that time, I even suspected that the most powerful Sword Immortal in the world might be someone like Mr. Han."
Han Buyu was a little absent-minded and looked out the window.
Lin Zhao said: "What is a waste? Han Buyu is just beyond his capabilities. There will always be so many times in a person's life when his power is beyond his capabilities. Am I, Lin Zhao, not a waste? When I was a child, I often provoked my mother.
Angry, do you still remember the flood in Baiyu Creek one year? That year, a small stone bridge was submerged. Zhang Liucheng and I had a great time playing on the stone bridge in the water. Later, my mother saw
He arrived and gave me a good beating, but I was too naughty at that time. After the beating, I told Zhang Liucheng that the beating really hurt and I would go again next time."
Han Buyu couldn't help but laugh.
Lin Zhao also smiled and said: "It wasn't until night when I heard my mother crying in the house that I realized that I had really made her angry. My mother was afraid that I would be washed away by the flood and never see her again.
You can’t see me anymore.”
His eyes turned red and he said: "Later, my mother became ill and her family became poorer and poorer. All the things that could be sold were sold. I also tried all the ways I could think of, but it still didn't work. In the end, my mother decided to
gone."
He looked up at Han Buyu, with tears in his eyes, and said: "So Mr. Han thinks Lin Zhao is not a waste? In fact, if I grow up faster and can make money, my mother might not
Will die."
"Lin Zhao..."
Han Buyu's eyes were red.
Lin Zhao continued to take a sip of wine and said: "Later, I finally grew up, learned boxing, and became a martial artist in the Eighth Realm. I even developed a unique gallbladder, the God of War, and became the commander-in-chief of the three armies of the human race.
, from what they said, he is considered an extremely human minister, but what? My husband Qin Suihan, who was so kind to me, was just beaten away by the group of saints from the Sea of All Heavens.
All the Confucian cultivation has been lost."
His nose felt sore and he said: "If Lin Zhao is really useful, shouldn't he go straight to the thirteenth level of martial arts and help my husband block the magical powers of those saints with every punch? You Han Buyu think you are a waste, just a
Jin is so resentful, but what about me, Lin Zhao? As Mr. Qin’s disciple, I watched him die in front of my eyes, should I dig a hole and bury myself?”
"Third shopkeeper."
Han Buyu rubbed his eyes and said, "I'm sorry..."
"Old Sword Immortal Han has never sorry for me."
Lin Zhao frowned and said: "Mr. Han is just sorry for his own swordsmanship, and sorry for his dead wife and daughter. After they were killed by the demon clan, what they should have thought about is that you can live well and be able to break your heart."
A demon can become a real swordsman and be able to kill those great demons in the upper five realms with his sword, but what about you?"
He looked straight at Han Buyu and said: "As a Cloud Master of the Tenth Realm, how much worse can you be than a Rain Master of the Eleventh Realm? The difference is nothing more than a sigh of relief. You, Han Buyu, watched Yue Ling do something unjust.
Things can only be done with words. From the beginning to now, have you dared to draw a sword against Yue Ling? You don't even have the courage to draw a sword, so why are you talking about breaking the inner demon?"
Han Buyu looked up at the roof, tears welling up in his eyes. He never expected that Lin Zhao would say such words to him today.
"Old Sword Immortal Han."
Lin Zhaodao: "Yue Ling has surrendered to the Monster Clan. He is now using his identity as the god of wind and rain to do evil. He is planning to use a heavy snowfall to cut off the supply of the human army in the snowy Tianchi. Faced with such an unjust act, Mr. Han
As the human god of wind and rain, shouldn’t Sword Immortal do something?”
"Third shopkeeper..."
Han Buyu breathed a deep sigh of relief and said, "Tell me, what should I, Han Buyu, do?"
"Didn't Yue Ling ask you to go to Jiuzhangyuan to apologize to him at noon tomorrow?"
Lin Zhao said lightly: "In that case, you will really go to see him at noon tomorrow, but it is not to ask for forgiveness, but to ask the sword. The first step for Han Buyu to break the demon in his heart is to open his heart. This first step
The first step is to draw the sword."
"..."
Han Buyu frowned: "What should I do if I don't succeed in asking for a sword?"
"Then let's ask if the sword can be used."
Lin Zhao smiled and said: "It has indeed proved that I am a waste. It would be a shame to die."
"Hahahaha~~~~"
Han Buyu laughed heartily and said: "Okay, Han Buyu will accompany the third shopkeeper this time. If he dies, he will die. I just want to die happily."
"Um."
Lin Zhao nodded.
…
Late at night, Han Buyu was very drunk and fell asleep in a guest room in the mountain top garden.
Lin Zhao left Tiantianju and walked slowly along the mountain road to dissipate the smell of alcohol on his body. However, at this moment, a slovenly man with a long sword came up from the bottom of the mountain. He was the gatekeeper Tang Guangjun.
"Tang Guangjun meets the mountain master!"
He clasped his fists respectfully.
"Um."
Lin Zhaodao: "Let's get straight to the point and tell you why you're here?"
"yes!"
Tang Guangjun said in a deep voice: "Yue Ling, the rain master, violated the rules of heaven and secretly made a heavy snowfall to trap the snowy Tianchi for food. If this is the case, Tang Guangjun is willing to go and take off Yue Ling's head and offer it to him!"
"Need not."
Lin Zhao shook his head: "First of all, Tang Guangjun, I know that you are a military strategist who kills decisively and is independent of cause and effect, but have you ever thought that Yue Ling is already above Jiuzhangyuan, very close to the snow-covered Tianchi, and far away from the demon army?
The tent is not too far away. What if you really go to Jiuzhangyuan to kill Yue Ling and are ambushed by the demon clan?"
Tang Guangjun was stunned for a moment, then he clasped his fists and said solemnly: "Tang Guangjun will not hesitate to die!"
"okay."
Lin Zhao frowned and said: "Is your Tang Guangjun's life worthless or something? I asked you not to die, so you must not die. Don't make arbitrary decisions, let alone be smart."
"yes!"
"Secondly." Lin Zhao said: "It's not your turn to kill Yue Ling. He has to tie the bell to untie it. Yue Ling is the superior officer of the old swordsman Han, and he has repeatedly humiliated the old swordsman Han. This Yue Ling can be regarded as the old man of Han."
A knot in the Sword Immortal's heart, perhaps Yue Ling's life, can be exchanged for a breakthrough from the old Sword Immortal Han. Our snowy Tianchi really needs the protection of an eleventh-level wind and rain god, right?"
"yes!"
Tang Guangjun showed a smile: "The mountain master has a delicate mind, and Tang Guangjun is convinced."
"You should go to Tiantianju and ask Dongzang to get you some food. Don't steal noodles from people in this town all day long. How shameless is it? If people find out, they will think that I have deducted your wages."
Tang Guangjun nodded quickly: "Yes, I understand."
Lin Zhao continued down the mountain to relieve his drunkenness.
Tang Guangjun looked at Lin Zhao's back, and there was a ripple in his heart. The mountain master's junior brother is indeed different. Sometimes Tang Guangjun will think that the master has given him such a task, and he is indeed far-sighted in getting along with Lin Zhao.
After a while, the unruly and violent spirit in my mind gradually subsided a lot. Maybe this is really an opportunity to break through the realm. If I become a Thirteenth-level military strategist and swordsman, I am afraid that he will not be inferior to Master Piao Yao.
too much.
…
The next day, noon.
Lin Zhao and Han Buyu stood up with their swords in hand, left the snowy Tianchi, and headed straight for Jiuzhangyuan.
In the clouds above Jiuzhangyuan, Rain Master Yue Ling crossed his arms with a sneer on his lips: "Han Buyu, when you see Shangguan, why don't you kneel down and kowtow?"
"I won't knock this time."
Han Buyu smiled slightly, raised his hand and pulled out the ancient sword, and said with a smile: "This time I will try to see if I can cut off Master Yu's dirty head."
"You are presumptuous!"
Yue Ling laughed heartily.
Han Buyu rose into the sky, stirring hundreds of miles of sea of clouds with his sword, and the sword light fell straight down.
After all, Yue Ling was at a higher level. He danced with his fists and kept smashing Han Buyu's sword light. In less than ten seconds, Han Buyu was punched twice in a row, and his golden body began to sway.
"It doesn't seem possible, Third Shopkeeper."
Han Buyu smiled bitterly in his heart and said: "Han Buyu has failed to meet the expectations of the third shopkeeper, I'm afraid he will have to leave first~~~"
"No hurries?"
Lin Zhao gritted his teeth. In fact, he had already had an idea in his mind when he was drinking with Han Buyu yesterday. Maybe he could help Han Buyu open up his cautious mind. Han Buyu seemed arrogant in his life, but he never
He was truly arrogant. On the contrary, after the death of his wife and daughter, he had been living in a state of mind that was imprisoned by the earth. If he could not completely open his heart, it would be impossible to break through to the upper five realms of wind and rain gods.
Lin Zhao knew that there was a poem that fit Han Buyu's score very well at this moment. If he had the wild and heroic mood of the lyricist, he would probably be sure to break through.
"Whoosh!"
Lin Zhao took out a piece of golden talisman paper, used the flying sword Mingyue and the flying sword Haoran as paperweights, and suspended the talisman in the air to seal it.
Immediately afterwards, he took out the Qianqijuan Snow, dipped it in the finest cinnabar, and then with the tip of the pen, he wrote the word "Ying" on the golden talisman paper. Immediately, there was a vague feeling of resonance between heaven and earth.
When Lin Zhao wrote the second word "yes", a golden sign of "shua" rose from his body, showing the posture of a scholar holding a brush, splashing ink and composing poems in the air. For a moment, Lin Zhao was
When I was about to write the third word, I already felt that Qianqijuan was as heavy as a thousand stones.
…
"Um?"
On the first sword-suppressing building, the young military sage lying on the roof with his eyes closed and meditative, narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the scene in the distance, and couldn't help but smile: "Just writing a pen evoked the image of a Confucian and Taoist sage? What kind of state of mind is this?"
Ah...amazing! He is indeed Ding Muchen's junior brother. Compared with his senior brother, he is really no less generous..."
