Chapter five hundred and thirty seventh go south again
In the early morning, it will be dark.
Naturally inside.
Lin Zhao placed the octagonal shrine in the center of the living room. Sitting on the side were Muzhen, Chen Ben, Zhi Zhi and others. Opposite were Tong Yu, Wang Yue and Chu Yu. A wisp of kendo spiritual energy appeared in Tong Yu's palm. Only then did she really hold Wang Yue's hand. When she touched Wang Yue's spirit body, tears filled her eyes. After this farewell, she didn't know when they would see each other again.
Chu Yu gently hugged Wang Yue's shoulders. Chu Yu only had such a disciple, but he was killed by the demon clan. The self-blame and guilt in Chu Yu's heart were no less than that of Lin Zhao, but she was helpless. , the strength is there, so what if you don’t accept your fate?
"Brother Lin Zhao."
Su Qingjiu leaned against the window sill, folded her arms, looked at Lin Zhao with a pair of beautiful eyes, and said: "Have you decided? Taking Wang Yue's soul south to travel around the world is not a small thing, or... I With you?"
"No need."
Lin Zhao shook his head: "Xiaojiu'er, you are the master of Changming Mountain. Now that your cultivation has recovered, you should return to Changming Mountain. Don't be too distracted by the snowy Tianchi, otherwise the disciples on the other side of Changming Mountain will inevitably say that you are too partial. ."
"oh……"
Su Qingjiu was slightly unhappy and said: "Then you have to think clearly. Even though there is this shrine to protect the soul, it is still too eye-catching for you to walk around the world with the shrine, and Wang Yue's soul power is not considered She will be afraid of things that are too strong, the sun, wind and thunder, the heaven and earth spiritual power, etc., have you thought about how to get through this world?"
"I've thought about it."
Lin Zhao showed a warm smile and said: "I will take Wang Yue to travel day and night, and only travel in the middle of the night. This way I can avoid a lot of trouble. There is no need for her to stay in the shrine all the time. I will take her with me when I leave. A Flying Fish Runestone will naturally ask for help from the snow-covered Tianchi once something happens that cannot be solved by itself. By then, when Zhi Zhi goes south with his sword, there will be no problems that cannot be solved."
Zhi Zhi smiled and nodded: "Yes, sir."
Su Qingjiu frowned. Although Brother Lin Zhao was right, he was still a little angry when he called Zhizhi instead of himself when he was in danger!
"Little wine."
Lin Zhao continued to explain: "Actually, there are three factors for this trip south. Firstly, it fulfilled Wang Yue's wish. After all, this is what I promised her before. Secondly, this trip south also fulfilled my own wish. Part of my mental flaw is that it is imperative to go south this time. Thirdly, as the master of the Snowy Tianchi, I cannot just stay in the Snowy Tianchi. I should also see what this world is like. Only Only in this way can we make the best considerations and arrangements for the future snow-covered Tianchi."
Muzhen's eyes lit up, he cupped his fists and said, "What you said is absolutely true!"
Chu Yu also nodded: "Yes!"
Naturally, Su Qingjiu had nothing to say and said, "Then...when does brother Lin Zhao plan to set off?"
"Tomorrow after sunset."
"good."
Su Qingjiu nodded and smiled: "When brother Lin Zhao takes Wang Yue south, it is also the time when I go south back to Changming Mountain. Let's go together."
On the side, Lin Wanhua saw this, with mixed feelings in her heart. As the lord of Changming Mountain, and one of the top swordsmen in the human race, Su Qingjiu did have a strong dependence on Lin Zhao, but she couldn't. It's a bad thing. Perhaps Su Qingjiu's cultivation level today has a lot to do with the causes Lin Zhao planted back then.
…
At dusk the next day.
Tiantianju cooked a sumptuous dinner and invited Su Shanjun and Han Buyu to attend to see Lin Zhao, Su Qingjiu and Wang Yue off. After sunset, Wang Yue finally walked out of the shrine, wearing a dark blue dress.
He looks graceful, but his face is a little pale, and there is a ray of soul. In the eyes of the world, he is a lonely ghost, but to the monks on the mountain, it is just a soul, and there is nothing to be afraid of.
After dinner, everyone saw them off and went to the Jie Sword Stone in front of the Shanjun Temple in Shannan. Lin Wanhua turned into a sword light and said goodbye first.
Lin Zhao carried on his back a bookcase used by scholars to travel around the world. It was similar to the one used by scholars who traveled around the world at the age of sixteen a hundred years ago, except that it was a little bigger. The bottom of the bookcase was covered with a bamboo net fence.
The rather large octagonal shrine is also where Wang Yue's soul resides. In the larger space above, there is a deer leg, a few dried rabbits, a few wild pheasants, some oil, salt, soy, vinegar and a mouthful of
The pots were all things that Lin Zhao had to eat along the way, and he had already become familiar with them. After that, there were a few sage books on the top layer of the bamboo box, which looked like a Confucian sword walking around the world.
He is a cultivator, and he is an eighth-level sword cultivator, so he is already quite impressive.
"Brother Lin Zhao."
Su Qingjiu took his hand and came to the roadside to whisper something.
"What's wrong, Xiao Jiu'er?" Lin Zhaoxiao asked.
Su Qingjiu pursed her red lips and just rested her pretty face on Lin Zhao's shoulder. After resting for about three seconds, she moved away and said with a smile: "Okay, Xiaojiu'er will miss Lin Zhao in Changming Mountain."
Brother’s.”
"Don't slack off!"
Lin Zhao looked like an elder and said: "Xiaojiu'er, you are now the master of Changming Mountain. Changming Mountain is also one of the best sword sects in the south of the human race. You must be diligent in Changming Mountain, have qualifications, and have suitable understanding. You should give more guidance to young disciples.
Give me some advice and train a few more upper-five sword cultivators for the human race. Only in this way can we not live up to the expectations of your master Lin Qing'er Sword Immortal."
"I know, I know."
Xiao Jiuer had already stood up with his sword and said with a smile: "Brother Lin Zhao is really a mother-in-law. I'll leave first."
With that said, Xiao Jiu'er turned into a rainbow light and disappeared at the end of the sky, while everyone laughed.
"alright."
Lin Zhao angrily touched his nose, smiled at the young girl Wang Yue who was wearing a dark blue dress and said: "Wang Yue, let's go too, fulfill our wish early, and then think about how to arrange it in the future."
"Um."
Wang Yue and Lin Zhao walked down the mountain side by side, while Lin Zhao walked farther and farther on the mountain road without looking back. He raised his arms and waved to Zhi Zhi, Muzhen, Chu Yu, Tong Yu and others behind him: "Go back.
Come on, take good care of the Snowy Tianchi. Don’t panic if something big happens. Miss Lin Wanhua from Fusu Great Wall will help you guard the Snowy Tianchi.”
Everyone dispersed happily.
In the end, only the two gods were left standing there, watching Lin Zhao and Wang Yue's figures about to disappear into the night.
"What will happen if we leave?" Old Sword Immortal Han asked.
"you ask me?"
Su Shanjun raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "I am in the eighth realm, and you are in the eleventh realm, you ask me?"
Han Buyu touched his nose: "Otherwise, who can I ask?"
Su Shanjun said angrily, "What else can be done? If all goes well, Lin Zhao's state of mind will be completely repaired, and I'm afraid he will be a Nascent Soul realm sword cultivator when he comes back. Hehehe... maybe also the strongest Nine realms in the world.
Sword cultivator!"
Han Buyu narrowed his eyes. The future is promising. I really don’t know what it will be like for Lin Zhao to climb up the ladder step by step and become a Thirteenth Level Sword Immortal. He must be the best and best Thirteenth Level Sword Immortal in the world.
?!
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The stars are silent, the night is silent.
Lin Zhao and Wang Yue were just walking on foot, taking an official road leading to Xijianjiang River built by the snow-covered Tianchi. Wang Yue's soul state was at its strongest at night. He opened his beautiful eyes wide and looked at
Everything on both sides of the road was so novel. She was the daughter of an official family and had rarely left the house since she was a child. Except for the unforgettable ceremony of leading a sheep to the north, this was actually her first time walking around the world.
It was not until midnight that a pedestrian finally appeared on the road. It was a Mohist sword cultivator with a long sword. He was wearing a dark black short shirt. After the two sides passed each other, there seemed to be nothing wrong, but the Mohist sword cultivator
Xiu quickly discovered that the woman Lin Zhao was bringing was a female ghost. Suddenly, he couldn't help but look back.
Lin Zhao and Wang Yue almost turned back together.
The next second, Lin Zhao gently clasped his fists and smiled under the starlight.
The Mohist sword cultivator didn't know Lin Zhao, but he didn't think anything was wrong. It seemed strange to be traveling with a ghost, but it was actually not a rare thing for monks on the mountain. Everyone has their own circumstances and difficulties, so the Mohist swordsman
The sword cultivator also clasped his fists and smiled at Lin Zhao. Wang Yue was stunned. After all, she was a female martial artist before her death, so she subconsciously clasped her fists. The Mohist sword cultivator smiled knowingly and said goodbye to each other.
It wasn't until the Mohist sword cultivator walked away that Wang Yue said softly: "Brother Lin Zhao, is this what Jianghu feels like?"
"It's just a little bit of clues."
Lin Zhao smiled slightly and said: "In the world of martial arts, there are some who prey on the weak, some who act chivalrously, some who do not know the difference between right and wrong, and some who are good people with a warm heart. The two have always coexisted."
"Um."
Wang Yue smiled and nodded.
Continuing forward, they passed by the town of Tingma. At this time, several inns in Tingma Town were hung with lanterns, but it was still early, so Lin Zhao did not plan to stay here, so he took Wang Yue and continued forward. They did not go far.
When they were far away, they heard the sound of horse hooves behind them, and a column of merchant cavalry appeared in the night. There were about 20 people. The leader was a young cavalry wearing the emblem of the Hundred Cavalry Commander. His face was full of immaturity.
, but he is already a three-level martial artist.
"Young hero!"
The young Cavalry Commander couldn't see Lin Zhao's realm, so he stopped Lin Zhao and said: "Further ahead here, there are demon monks infesting, and there are even extremely powerful middle five realms, otherwise... less
The hero will stay overnight in Tingma Town and wait until dawn tomorrow before leaving. Traveling with the caravan can be protected by the retinue of the Middle Five Realms, so it will be safer."
"It's okay. Thank you for your kindness."
Lin Zhao lightly cupped his fists and said with a smile: "I know in my heart that nothing will happen."
"All right."
The young Cavalry Commander smiled and nodded, and also clasped his fist at Lin Zhao: "In that case, I won't dissuade you any more. I wish you and the girl a safe journey!"
"Thanks!"
Lin Zhao turned around and continued on his way with Wang Yue, while Wang Yue had a faint smile on his lips. Although it was just a few words in the arena, it was actually quite heart-warming!
Lin Zhao glanced at Wang Yue and secretly cursed in his heart, huh, does this silly girl really think that people in the world are so kind? That's because I'm a fucking Jindan sword cultivator! He just can't understand the realm, otherwise
That boy might have yelled at me to go back to Tingma Town during the day. However, Lin Zhao still smiled slightly and glanced at where he found Feijian Haoran's long hair in the second Yunjian Lake.
The crack appears to be more than half healed!
Suddenly, he felt a little happy. Just as his husband said, Feijian Haoran is the sword of the Confucian saint. It was nourished by Mr. Qin's knowledge and principles. Although there were flaws before, he made up for his state of mind.
At that time, I was actually repairing the cracks in Feijian Haoran!
