On this day, after Lin Zhao ran continuously for hundreds of miles, the forest path in front gradually disappeared and became overgrown with vegetation, making the original official road disappear from sight. He could only draw his sword and chop away the thorns, following the setting sun.
Judging the direction, we headed south. At dusk, we heard the sound of surging water in the distance.
The young man rushed out of the forest with the Centurion's sword of the Pioneer Battalion, holding a pile of wild fruits picked in the forest in his arms. After sheathing the sword, he gnawed on a wild apple while looking ahead.
In front of us, there is a large river running east and west, with surging water and constant waves.
"Um?"
The young man narrowed his eyes, and there was a ray of power in his body that was echoing and resonating with the river, giving him the feeling of "meeting an old friend in a foreign land." Lin Zhao naturally understood that the energy in his body came from the military assassin who had been nourished by the military talisman he had written.
The Qi of cutting is somewhat different from the Qi of a martial artist. It is more mysterious and indescribable.
This river is unusual.
This river seemed to contain a very strong military aura of killing in the depths of the river. When Lin Zhao spread out a map on the shore to look for this river, he quickly found it.
Xijianjiang River is the largest river in the entire Northern Territory. It runs from east to west and separates the entire continent from north to south. As for why this river is called Xijianjiang with such a strange name, it is unknown. The map does not say where Lin Zhao saw it.
According to the legends and legends of the Shang Dynasty, this river was never mentioned in the geographical maps of the Great Shang Dynasty, as if this river was some kind of taboo.
However, the murderous atmosphere in the Xijian River was strong, which made Lin Zhao really excited.
He planned to stay and practice for a few days by the Xijian River, because here he could warm up the military spirit in his chest. The richness of the military spirit would determine the quality of the military talismans he wrote.
Moreover, before leaving, Chu Shuai and Chen Yu both said that they could stop at any time and place along the way, and that the matter of escorting Kanyutu was not urgent, so as not to delay his own practice.
So, the young man immediately settled down by the river, cut down the trees with his sword, and built a small wooden house. The roof was covered with grass leaves to protect him from the wind and rain. The young man was diligent and made a wooden door conveniently.
The moss and soil on the sides were pounded together, covering all the gaps in the hut. Such a house was enough for him to live in for a long time.
After being busy until late at night, Lin Zhao was able to rest. He lit a bonfire, set up a small "marching pot", dug some wild vegetables from the forest, added the dried meat strips he brought, and cooked them temporarily.
A pot of broth and a few flatbreads were heated by the fire, and then everyone ate comfortably.
After dinner, I began to practice boxing by the river, warming up my chest with the fighting spirit of a military strategist.
…
At this moment, the snowy Tianchi.
In the Marshal's Mansion, Chu Huaixi read a pile of files in front of the Marshal's case carefully, while Huang Tingyu on the side was too lazy to take another look at these files. Old Huang thought it was very troublesome, so let's just fight, and deal with these nonsense.
What to do?
"How many days is it?"
Chu Huaixi, who was reviewing the files, suddenly asked: "How many days has it been since Lin Zhao left the Snowy Tianchi?"
Huang Tingyu made a rough calculation: "It's the ninth day."
"oh……"
Chu Huaixi nodded.
"how?"
Huang Tingyu smiled slightly: "Repent? You shouldn't have asked Lin Zhao to send this map, right? You also said that this map is the hard work of the earth masters and monks of the Chen Dynasty. Is it so precious?
?We still have dozens of copies in our treasury. If the Great Shang Dynasty wants it, they can send ten iron cavalry Pegasus to deliver it. How can it be delivered? Why does Lin Zhao, the commander of the Death Battalion, need to go there in person? "
"Different."
Chu Huaixi frowned: "Lin Zhao has never gone down the mountain. He needs some experience. A commander and a warrior can only know the kung fu of fists but don't understand the principles of the world. This is absolutely impossible."
"Hmph~~~"
Huang Tingyu sneered: "I'm afraid this is not a legitimate reason, right?"
"You Huang Tingyu are really a dog-headed strategist in Tianchi in the Snowy Land. You can make calculations and predict things like a god? I can't hide anything from you?"
Chu Huaixi laughed angrily and said: "Let me tell you straight. Ten days ago, I received a secret report from a spy from the north. The former commander of the demon clan's army, Yu Xi, lost eight thousand demon clan in the battle of Jiuzhangyuan.
After the elite, they were furious and had already sent people to the Snowy Tianchi to find out Lin Zhao's identity. The next step would be to send dead soldiers to assassinate Lin Zhao. Unless Lin Zhao's head is placed on Yu Xie's case, otherwise this big demon is
I won’t let it go.”
"So this is the reason for sending Lin Zhao down the mountain?"
Huang Tingyu couldn't help but laugh and said: "How many people are guarding Lin Zhao on Tianchi Ridge? You and I don't know, there is also Boss Qin of the bookstore, and Mr. Su Shan, the demon clan dead man can really kill people on Tianchi Ridge.
Damn it."
"Not afraid of monsters."
Chu Huaixi frowned and said: "What if it is the human race? The four northern tribes have ruled the northern border for hundreds of years, and they have long been intertwined with the mountains and rivers of the north. Is it difficult for Yu Xie to bribe the human race monks to kill Lin Zhao?"
"I haven't thought about this..."
Huang Tingyu touched his forehead and said: "Forget it, you can do this kind of troublesome thing, Commander Chu. I, Old Huang, am just a knife in front of Commander Chu's formation. I can chop whoever I want."
Chu Huaixi smiled and said no more.
…
Early morning.
The cold wind blows by the Xijian River. Logically speaking, there will be no fog when the wind blows. However, there are wisps of light smoke-like mist lingering on the bank, shrouding the entire forest along the river. Along the river, there is a full line of fog.
The meter-long yellow-bone fish struggled ashore in the water, its tail flapping wildly. In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a figure in an apricot-yellow short shirt. It was a middle-aged man, holding a short knife covered with thorns on the blade. The knife was like
They were like the sharp spines of yellow bone fish, glowing with cold light, and obviously poisonous.
After this yellow-bone fish transformed into a spirit, it landed on the shore, glanced at Lin Zhao from a distance, and immediately went to the forest on the other side, lightly stamped its feet in the forest, and said in a cold voice: "Land, come out!"
Suddenly, a short old man emerged from the soil with a cane. It was the land of this mountain forest. He said with a sneer on his face: "Fellow Daoist Huang, what's the matter?"
"there."
The yellow-bone fish spirit pointed in the direction of Lin Zhao's hut and said: "That kid dares to live in a house on my territory to temper his military spirit. He is simply looking for death. Who gave him the courage? A mere idiot.
A martial artist in the Sixth Realm, do you really think that you can do whatever you want in this landscape?"
Earth Justice: "Fellow Daoist Huang, you are just in the sixth realm..."
"Can it be the same?!"
The yellow-bone fish spirit said angrily: "I have been cultivating in the water for five hundred years, and it took five hundred years to achieve the Taoism I have today. The foundation of these six realms is so profound. In the future, as long as the opportunity is ripe, I will walk across the river to transform into a dragon!"
Land, let’s put it bluntly, I’ve taken a liking to the sword on the back of that kid, as well as the gold and silver talismans in his arms!”
Tutu hesitated: "Young Daoist Huang, feel free to do it if you want. What do you want me to do?"
"Without you, it wouldn't be so easy to do it."
The yellow-bone fish spirit sneered, raised his thumb and pointed at the Xijian River behind him, and said: "That woman is still in the cave... I can't afford to offend her, so I do business by the Xijian River.
You must be clean and smart. I have nothing else to do with calling your brother here. I will be responsible for dealing with that kid, and you will be responsible for covering up for me?"
"this……"
The landowner looked embarrassed.
"Humph, I won't let you work in vain." Yellow Bone Fish Spirit took out a bag from his arms, shook it loudly, and dozens of green clam coins fell out, and said with a smile: "These fifty green clam coins are
, it’s considered a deposit, you help me cover up my anger, and once I finish the work, you can get another fifty green clams from me.”
"this……"
The landowner hesitated for a moment and said: "Besides the hundred green clam coins, I also want something else. That sword, the sword body belongs to you, I will eat some scraps, and the scabbard belongs to me, how about it?"
"What do you want for a scabbard and land?"
"I'm a bit of an immortal, what if one day I kill three corpses and become an immortal?"
"Hahaha~~"
The yellow-bone fish spirit touched the old man's head: "Whether it's a human or a ghost, once you have a dream, it becomes something great~~~"
Landlord: "..."
…
In the early morning, when the first ray of light penetrated the clouds and mist, a khaki figure came with the wind. It was a yellow-bone fish spirit holding a short knife. He squinted his eyes and stood in front of the wooden house. He could even hear the gentle voice of the young man in the cabin.
He was snoring loudly. At this moment, he could almost imagine himself cutting open the young man's stomach with a knife, pulling out the heart, liver, and lungs and devouring it.
Xijianjiang is located in the north, a barren land. On weekdays, no one comes at all. He has not been exposed to the smell of blood for a long time. What's more, there is a woman in charge of the upper reaches. She is indeed tied up in everything. Today, this young man
It is a gift from God to have it delivered to your door!
He licked his lips and prepared to take action.
But at this moment, with a "squeak", the wooden door opened by itself, and then a fist hit the yellow-bone fish spirit hard on the face, causing the six-level monster to slide out and fall on the ground.
It rolled over dozens of meters, and even the dagger was almost unsteady.
He woke up and even got dressed.
Lin Zhao stepped out of the hut with a mighty fist and smiled slightly: "I heard that you want my life, and you are also in the Sixth Realm? What a coincidence, I am also in the Sixth Realm..."
As he spoke, he cupped his fists and said: "Snowy Tianchi, Lin Zhao, a martial artist in the Sixth Realm, I will teach fellow Taoist Wenquan!"
"you……"
The yellow-bone fish spirit's face was filled with embarrassment and anger, and he gritted his teeth and said: "The punch just now was just because I was careless and unprepared. You damn boy, don't you really think that you are my opponent?"
"Come on, come on!"
Lin Zhao didn't want to waste time on him, so he stepped forward and punched him again.
The yellow-bone fish spirit moved sideways, and even felt very proud. With such a slow punch, could I, a five-hundred-year-old god in the five realms of water, still be able to avoid it?
As a result, he moved and the boy's fist also changed direction.
"Peng!"
Another heavy punch, this time cracking the head of the yellow-bone fish spirit.
As soon as the formation of the horse wind pole was launched, Lin Zhao received another punch and said: "It is not easy for all living beings to practice cultivation, but since you want to harm others, I can only do justice for heaven!"
With another punch, the opponent was killed directly. After a period of flopping, he turned into a one-meter-long yellow-bone fish, struggled twice, and died.
…
Lin Zhao frowned and took a look, and said with complicated thoughts: "What a gift from nature..."
Immediately he walked back to the wooden house and took out the salt, the small oil bottle, and the small bottle of cumin he brought from the kitchen before leaving. Not to mention anything else, as the third shopkeeper of Baiweixuan, he must bring a certain set of food with him when he travels all over the world.
