From the Great Wall of Fusu to Shanhaiguan, it was a distance of three hundred miles. Lin Zhao walked for three days, eating wind and drinking dew along the way, and finally arrived at this great pass in the north of the human race among the mountains.
In the morning, the Shanhaiguan City Gate opened.
There are more than a dozen human caravans outside the pass. Each caravan has at least a hundred people, and they are accompanied by warriors or monks from the fifth realm. These caravans are responsible for transporting supplies to the north, to the Fusu Great Wall, and even to farther places.
In the snowy Tianchi, people make a living with their heads tied to their waistbands. The risks are high and the profits are high, so it makes sense to spend huge sums of money to recruit a few middle and fifth realms to accompany them to kill demons.
Lin Zhao, a seventh-level warrior, suppressed his aura in the second level. He carried an ancient sword, a centurion war sword, and a bamboo box that was a little bloated and heavy along the way.
Although he has been weathered, the young man is in good spirits. He is a seventh-level martial artist and a second-level swordsman, and his whole person appears to be full of energy.
Take out the clearance document.
A beautiful garrison general glanced at the young man and asked, "Are you from Tianchi in the Snowy Land?"
"Um."
Lin Zhao nodded: "Tianchi Army Pioneer Camp."
"Oh~~~"
The beautiful guard general smiled slightly and said, "Have you met my master?"
"I've seen it."
Lin Zhao said with a smile: "The commander-in-chief of the Young Master's Palace is stationed at Tianchi Ridge. I often see her going out to run horses."
"Uh-huh!"
The beautiful guard chuckled lightly: "Enter the customs, and be careful along the way. Now the three northern states are full of hungry people, and it is not very stable."
"Thank you!"
When Lin Zhao entered the pass, the furnishings in Shanhaiguan were much better than those on the Fusu Great Wall. After all, it was an important human town. There were various inns, wine shops, and cloth shops in the city inside the pass, which were enough for the military. Moreover, if you look at the camp in the pass from a distance,
There is sufficient food, grass, and equipment, and even giant torch-stone carts are being built.
After all, most of the resources in the entire human world are in the hands of big businessmen, and they are extremely rich!
As for the Fusu Great Wall and the Snowy Tianchi, they could only be regarded as a piece of cake from the Great Shang Dynasty. They had to look at people's faces. At this moment, Lin Zhao felt a little sad.
…
After entering the customs, there is Yunzhou, the largest state in the northern part of the human race. The land under its jurisdiction is very vast, and most of it is grassland, which is very suitable for herding horses. Therefore, it is well known that Yunzhou produces iron cavalry.
Lin Zhao walked slowly and unhurriedly, practicing boxing all the way. In the Yunjian Lake, he was polishing the flying sword Mingyue. His aura became more and more full. The energy in the Lingxu was at its peak, and it seemed that he was far away from the sword repair.
It's not too far away.
He is not in a hurry to break through, he just lets nature take its course.
One day later, the young man carrying the ancient sword came to the depths of Yunzhou.
When he was walking on an official road, he saw a group of people with hungry faces walking through the snow. They entered the depths of a forest. An old man with a white beard staggered and staggered.
He fell to the ground, breathing out more than he took in, and was about to die. The rest of the people traveling with him actually turned a blind eye and walked away without even looking at him, leaving him to fend for himself.
"..."
Lin Zhao swept over with a quick step, helped the old man up from the snow, and gently pressed his palm on the old man's forehead. After a wisp of gentle Qi was sent in, the old man took a long breath and woke up leisurely.
"Are you hungry?"
Lin Zhao took out a piece of big cake from the bamboo box and handed it to the old man.
"ah?!"
The old man's voice was trembling, and he looked at Lin Zhao with a pair of turbid eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "Thank you... Thank you, little brother..."
As he said this, he grabbed the big cake and chewed it vigorously, but after eating less than half of it, the old man seemed to have thought of something, and tore a circle from the edge of the big cake that he had chewed, and only ate the torn-off part, leaving the rest.
Put everything in your arms.
He and his family are hungry.
"Old man."
Lin Zhao handed over the water bag, which he kept close to his body and was still warm: "Drink some water?"
"oh……"
The old man took the water bag tremblingly, took a sip and gave it back to Lin Zhao, saying, "Brother, where are you from? You don't look like we are locals in Yunzhou."
"I'm from the north."
"oh……"
The old man's expression trembled, as if he thought that this young man might come from the legendary Fusu Great Wall, but he would not have thought that the young man in front of him actually came from a place farther away.
Lin Zhao looked at the sickle in the old man's hand and the bamboo basket behind him, and asked: "Old man, what are you... going to do?"
"Mowing the grass..."
The old man sighed and said: "Turn over the snow, cut the grass and turf underneath, and even dig out the grass roots under the ground... It has been three years of cold winter, and no crops can grow on the ground. We in Yunzhou have always had fifty
Known as Ten Thousand Iron Cavalry, these war horses all need to eat fodder, but the remaining fodder has been eaten up. The village chief ordered that every household must go out to shovel snow and cut grass, and must hand over one hundred kilograms of grass every ten days.
Forage, otherwise..."
He frowned and said: "My two sons are Yunzhou cavalry. The eldest son died in the battle a year ago, and the second son was recruited not long ago. Now there is a six-year-old grandson at home, and the whole family has only
I can still go out with my old bones to complete the government's fodder collection."
Lin Zhao felt relieved.
He opened the bamboo box, took out all the big cakes, plus two hangings of bacon, and put them into the old man's basket. Then he used the only bit of grass to hold them down and said: "Old man, you are exhausted.
, go home quickly."
"Brother...how can this be..."
The old man knelt down in a hurry.
Lin Zhao hurriedly helped him up and took the old man to the official road before going on the road. The old man could no longer follow the group of people. Otherwise, once the big cakes and meat in the basket were discovered, the hungry people would instantly kill the old man.
It was torn into pieces, and Lin Zhao didn't even dare to give the old man money. A piece of green clam money might kill his whole family.
…
Walking on the snow, walking quickly all the way.
It took Lin Zhao nearly five days to cross the huge Yunzhou and enter the territory of Jeju. Jeju was the capital of the Great Shang Dynasty and the state where the Baidi City was located.
Jeju is the most prosperous of the three states in China. However, what Lin Zhao saw along the way was still the sight of people dying of hunger and exchanging their children for food. Bones of people who died of freezing or starvation could often be seen on the roadside, so Lin Zhao
When Zhao was passing through a village, he spent ten copper coins to buy a short-handled shovel. If he encountered corpses along the way, he would dig a hole and bury them on the spot.
So, along the way to Jeju, wherever the boy passed, there were earthen tombs erected in the wilderness, but he did not know their names, so no monuments were erected.
On this day, when the rising sun rose, the young man broke through the realm. He was already a sword cultivator in the third realm of sword cultivation. I heard people say that a monk in the enlightenment realm has a lifespan of one hundred years, which means that as long as he steps into the realm of enlightenment,
, as long as he does not seek death, he will definitely live to be a hundred years old, but Lin Zhao is not secretly proud of this. On the contrary, he does not care how long he lives, he just feels that he should live a better life, so that his father and mother in heaven can
Only when you look at yourself will you be happy.
The next day, we arrived at Baidi City.
A majestic and majestic city stands on the plain, surrounded by counties and cities, protecting it like stars over the moon.
After entering Baidi City, the scene of starving people finally disappeared, replaced by prosperity and liveliness. The citizens in Baidi City had food and warm clothes. After all, it was an imperial city. Marquis Wen had already issued a strict order two years ago.
Okay, search for food from all over the world, and make sure there is enough food in Baidi City.
Outside the city, a large number of patrol cavalry appeared. They not only protected the safety of the imperial capital, but also drove away hungry people from other places and prevented them from gathering around the imperial city to cause trouble.
Lin Zhao was dressed in a green shirt, carrying an ancient sword and a bamboo box behind his back. At a glance, he knew that he was a martial artist with a solid foundation, so no one would expel him. After taking out the customs clearance document, he entered Baidi without any hindrance.
city.
This Baidi City is not a place of cultivation, so Lin Zhao has no intention of traveling around. On the contrary, he just wants to return to the snowy Tianchi as soon as possible. When passing through Yunzhou, half a million Yunzhou cavalry were killed.
As soon as the levy was exhausted, Lin Zhao knew from that moment that things were going to change in the north, and it would probably involve the Tianchi Army in the snowy Tianchi.
The young man inquired about it all the way and went straight to the Prime Minister's Mansion.
In front of the Prime Minister's Mansion, a centurion led dozens of soldiers to guard the gate. When he saw the young man carrying an ancient sword in a bamboo box coming, the centurion frowned and said, "Who is coming?"
Lin Zhao got straight to the point: "Snowy Tianchi, Lin Zhao, on the orders of the Commander-in-Chief of Chu, came to see Wenhou and brought to Wenhou a complete map of the Northern Territory."
"Kanyu map?"
The centurion's heart trembled, knowing that this matter must be serious, so he said in a deep voice: "Please wait here, I will go and report to the prince."
"Well, thank you!"
…
Soon after, the centurion returned and led Lin Zhao into the Prime Minister's Mansion. The Prime Minister's Mansion was magnificent and covered an extremely large area. After Lin Zhao walked for five minutes, he came to a pavilion in the middle of the lake. The pavilion was very elegant.
Ancient and simple, in the middle of a lake full of ice and snow, the legendary Marquis of Wen, Na Wen Shuoyang, was writing a limerick with a splash of ink.
"Lin Zhao, Tianchi in the Snowy Land, see Marquis Wen!"
Lin Zhao cupped his fists.
"Um."
Wen Shuoyang smiled slightly: "Lin Zhao, how about taking a look at my handwriting?"
"yes!"
Lin Zhao stepped forward and took a quick look. Not to mention how the handwriting was, just a line of poetry on the snow-white rice paper already made Lin Zhao feel like he had fallen to the bottom of a valley——
The geese passing through the plucking forest are three punches, and crossing the Great Wall is like celebrating the New Year.
…
If this short poem is not written about myself, who could it be?
Obviously, this sentence was only spread on the Fusu Great Wall after Lin Zhao left. As a merchant Wenhou, Wen Shuoyang, who was in charge of the Prime Minister's Mansion, actually knew this trivial matter? It can be seen that this
Marquis Wen is really meticulous about everything, and the spies he has deployed are like a big net, so even the slightest disturbance in the world cannot escape the eyes of Marquis Wen.
"Let Marquis Wen laugh!"
Lin Zhao stood there, holding his fists with his hands.
"Um."
Marquis Wen turned around, looked at the young man in front of him, and said with a smile: "The instrument is magnificent, Chu Huaixi has good taste."
Lin Zhao was even more uneasy, wondering if there was anything else that Marquis Wen didn't know.
