In the afternoon, Lin Zhao set foot on the Fusu Great Wall. The moment he stood on the top of the wall, he felt that his shoulders were bearing extremely heavy pressure. The rich martial arts luck is conducive to martial arts practice. This is a blessing from heaven, but martial arts
The stronger the luck, the stronger the positive pressure on martial artists. If you want to stay on the Fusu Great Wall to practice for a long time, you need to endure this pressure all the time.
What's more, the wind is full of chaotic sword intent, which makes sword cultivators happy, but martial arts practitioners and spiritual cultivators can't bear it very well.
…
Lin Zhao quietly set up a fist stake on a dilapidated battlement. He was dressed in a green shirt and carrying a long sword. His fist spirit was flowing all over his body. However, in this Fusu Great Wall, a six-level martial artist like him was really nothing.
The man who just passed by eating melon seeds was a sea warrior, and there was a woman in a small skirt who was wielding a sword on the top of the city. She was a sword cultivator in the Eleventh Realm of Return to Truth, a real swordsman!
In the Fusu Great Wall, where dragons and crouching tigers are hidden, there are many such sword immortals and martial artists of the upper five realms, too numerous to mention.
"Yo?"
When Lin Zhao was practicing boxing, not far away, an old man lying on the battlement and sipping wine looked over and said with a smile: "Little friend, where are you practicing boxing?"
"Um!"
Lin Zhao nodded.
"Would you like to drink?" The old man shook the wine gourd in his hand.
"No..."
Lin Zhao clasped his fists: "Thank you, senior!"
"You're so welcome..."
The old man narrowed his eyes and looked at the young man, and said with a smile: "Your name is Lin Zhao, you come from the Snowy Tianchi, and you are a descendant of the Chen Dynasty?"
"Um."
Lin Zhao nodded, and with a thought in his heart, he simply walked up to the old man and said, "What do you call me, senior?"
"People in the city call me Lao Longtou."
"Then...senior Lao Longtou?"
"Okay."
The old dragon head smiled slightly and said: "This set of boxing of yours is interesting. What is its origin? Who did you learn from it?"
"Farmer three punches."
Lin Zhao was a little embarrassed and said with a smile: "My name is very ordinary, but my boxing skills are very good, can seniors also see that?"
"No matter how tall you are, what's the use of just praising yourself?"
"senior."
Lin Zhao pursed his lips and said, "Can I ask you a question?"
"ask."
"Why do the people in the Fusu Great Wall... seem to be very repulsive to the descendants of the Chen Dynasty? Why?" Lin Zhao frowned: "I don't quite understand."
"Simple."
The old dragon pointed to his feet and said with a smile: "Do you know who the people on this Fusu Great Wall are?"
"It is said that they are former prisoners and their descendants." Lin Zhaodao.
"Exactly."
The old dragon nodded and said: "Moreover, they are prisoners and refugees of the defeated Great Xia Dynasty. Back then, after Bai Di, the founding emperor of Great Shang, unified the entire territory, he made a promise that all Xia tribe members who wanted to surrender would enter the pass.
We will give you acres of land and grain, and anyone who is unwilling to surrender will not be allowed to leave the Fusu Great Wall for the rest of his life, so... the people on the Fusu Great Wall are all Xia people who refuse to surrender!"
Lin Zhao was startled, turned around and looked to the north, and suddenly felt quite excited!
Xia clan.
Millions of heroic soldiers guard thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, but those whose descendants are unwilling to surrender guard the Fusu Great Wall!
In this way, did the Great Shang dynasty really win the war between the Great Shang and the Xia tribe?
At this moment, Lin Zhao felt that it was hard to say anything.
The old dragon head seemed to see the young man's wandering thoughts, and said with a smile: "So, the people in this Fusu Great Wall are all descendants of the Xia clan, and they all hate the Great Shang. As for why they hate the Chen Dynasty..."
"Why?" Lin Zhao asked.
The old leader smiled and said: "Back then, when the Great Shang went north to attack the Xia Clan's last military force with the monsters and demons, at that time, the Xia Clan's last pillar, Duke Chu, personally went to the Chen Dynasty that was stationed in the north.
However, they still failed to convince the royal family of the Chen Dynasty to agree to send troops south to reinforce the Xia clan. Therefore, the Xia clan was extremely disappointed with the vassal dynasty of the Chen Dynasty. Everyone thought that the Chen Dynasty had lost its moral integrity, so although you
The Chen Dynasty was the last to be destroyed by the Great Shang, but it was still respected by the people of the world, not to mention that in the end... the two hundred thousand armors of the Chen Dynasty returned to the Great Shang intact, and were adapted by the Great Shang into
Today Yanzhou’s 200,000 battle armors are a great shame and humiliation!”
"I understand."
Lin Zhao frowned: "No wonder they are so angry."
"Actually, you are right."
The old leader grinned and said: "Practice well at the Fusu Great Wall and don't cause trouble. People from the Chen Dynasty don't want to stand out here."
"Well, thank you senior for reminding me."
…
Lin Zhaowu practiced boxing and swordsmanship by himself. In the evening, he visited the shops in the Fusu Great Wall and replenished some gold, silver, and cyan talisman papers. Writing military talismans consumes too much. These need to be replenished frequently.
, except for sleeping and eating time, he is honing his fists and swordsmanship on the top of the city. In Yunjian Lake, the bright moon seems to be more and more sharp. In a place like the Fusu Great Wall, the bright moon is like a fish in water.
, growing rapidly!
A few days later, Lin Zhao began to get used to life on the Fusu Great Wall.
On this day, Lin Zhao was warming up his fists on the top of the city. Several young men in the city came over with childish looks on their faces. One of the young men in purple frowned and said: "Lin Zhao, are you a descendant of the Chen Dynasty?"
"yes."
Lin Zhao nodded.
"Then you should get out of Fusu Great Wall immediately!"
The young man had a look of hatred on his face and said: "The people of the Chen Dynasty are all boneless bastards. What qualifications do you have to stay on the Fusu Great Wall to practice? Do you think this is right?"
A group of teenagers nodded one after another, and one of the girls frowned and said: "Lin Zhao, if you have any sense, you should get out of the Fusu Great Wall. What qualifications does a remnant of the Chen Dynasty have to absorb the luck of our Xia clan's Fusu Great Wall?"
Lin Zhao turned to look at them and said: "The Great Wall of Fusu belongs to your Xia tribe? How come I haven't heard of it? To put it bluntly, the Chen Dynasty was a vassal of the Xia Dynasty back then, and I am also a Xia tribe, so why should I give up?
Should I get out?"
The boy in purple said angrily: "Because you are not qualified to stay here!"
"Why are you not qualified?"
Lin Zhao frowned and raised his fists: "I have killed demons with my fists, why am I not qualified? Who made the rules?"
"In short, there is none!"
"It doesn't matter."
Lin Zhao, minding his own business, opened a farmer's three-fist stance and said with a smile: "Anyway, what you said doesn't count."
"snort!"
A group of teenagers became angry and finally left with hatred.
…
At dusk, Lin Zhao went down to the top of the city to have dinner, and saw a group of young people writing a line of words with white pen and ink at the bottom of the city -
"Lin Zhao, get out of the Fusu Great Wall!"
When he saw this, Lin Zhao was not angry. He slowly took out Qianqi Juanxue, dipped it in red cinnabar and wrote a line on the bottom -
"If you say you won't leave, you won't leave."
For a time, this young man from the Chen Dynasty became the talk of the Fusu Great Wall.
…
While a group of young Fusu Great Wall officials were talking about Lin Zhao, others were also talking.
In the simple and somewhat shabby restaurant, several Fusu Great Wall dignitaries carrying wine gourds were also talking.
"How to say?"
An old man wearing a gray robe smiled slightly: "This Lin Zhao... was sent by Chu Huaixi?"
"Mostly."
The person who answered the conversation was Lao Longtou. He rubbed his brows and said: "Chu Huaixi will really find trouble for us at Fusu Great Wall. He sent a fifteen-year-old six-level boy to Fusu Great Wall to tell us, these old people.
Guys, does the Chen Dynasty have a successor?"
"Huh, that's interesting!"
A middle-aged man in blue shirt said with a smile: "I think this Lin Zhao may not be able to beat some of the best of the younger generation in our Fusu Great Wall. Maybe he may not even be able to beat some of the middle-ranking ones. Brother Lu, you
What do you think?"
The old man in white is exactly what he calls "Brother Lu", Lu Xinghe, the son of the last emperor of the Xia clan, a thirteenth realm sword cultivator, the master of the Fusu Great Wall, and a real old swordsman in people's eyes.
Lu Xinghe narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "It's none of my business... If the kids want to make trouble, they can make trouble. I'm too lazy to take care of it. You can take care of it if you want, but don't go too far."
Han Fang said: "Be more specific."
"Lin Zhao is a good kid. There is no need to target him everywhere. If he wants to hone his skills on the Fusu Great Wall, he can hone his skills. As for us local children on the Fusu Great Wall who want to compete with him, then let's compete with him. I'm not saying..."
The old fairy sword smiled and said: "We have those born swordsmen and generals in the Fusu Great Wall. When young people are successful, they will be young and energetic. They are too high-minded and will not be looked down upon by anyone. If Lin Zhao can help
It would be a good thing to dampen their spirit."
"Um!"
The old dragon head also nodded and said: "That's true. I've long looked at Qin Yu and those little bastards Liu Xilu and I don't like them!"
…
night.
Mingyue Tower is the best restaurant in Fusu Great Wall.
In the private room on the second floor, several teenagers were drinking and eating food, all with angry faces.
Among them, the young man in purple frowned and said: "That boy Lin Zhao! He doesn't take our Fusu Great Wall seriously. He knows how to absorb the martial arts fortune of our Fusu Great Wall without saying a word. Who agreed to him? A big Chen Dynasty
What qualifications do our rebellious descendants have to practice on our Fusu Great Wall?"
On the side, a young man in white said with a smile: "So? You want to challenge Lin Zhao?"
This young man in white is none other than the seventh-level swordsman who killed two middle-level and fifth-level monsters with his sword that Lin Zhao had seen in the mountains. Qin Yu, the only natural sword breed in the entire Fusu Great Wall, was born the moment he was born.
He is already destined to be a swordsman.
The young man in purple was angry: "Brother Qin Yu, why aren't you angry at all? Then Lin Zhao clearly doesn't take you guys seriously!"
Qin Yu smiled and glanced at the burly young man opposite: "Liu Xilong, what do you think?"
Liu Xilu was a burly young man who had a close relationship with Lin Zhao. He was a seventh-level martial artist and a natural-born general. He was known as the number one martial artist of the younger generation on the Fusu Great Wall. His fists were innately powerful and he rarely encountered any rivals.
"What else can I say?"
Liu Xilun smiled and said: "That guy Lin Zhao... I did seem to have misjudged him before. These days, he has set up stakes on the top of the city. He has a strong fist and a strong martial arts atmosphere. This Sixth Realm is probably quite solid."
, if you really want to play with him, there’s nothing wrong with it, but if you really want to hate Lin Zhao, there’s no need.”
"It's okay to have fun!"
Qin Yu smiled and said: "Such a six-level martial artist with a solid foundation, even I want to go meet him. What do you think, Ye Lin?"
On the side, a young man who was much more handsome than the others and dressed in fine clothes was slightly startled and asked in surprise: "What do you want me to do?"
"Damn it!"
Liu Xilun smiled and said: "I want to ask you, do you want to go and compete with that kid Lin Zhao? He doesn't pay much attention to us young local rookies."
"You want to fight?"
Ye Lin flicked the paper fan and said with a smile: "I am one of the three types of natural lovers in Fusu Great Wall. It's okay to pick up girls, but don't call me about fighting!"
