The boy returned and traveled south for more than a month.
…
Late at night, a villa on the top of a mountain.
Xiao Jiu'er seemed to have become a pendant on Lin Zhao's body. He kept holding Lin Zhao's hand and refused to let go. He would follow him wherever he went. He also insisted on reciting poems to Lin Zhao. Lin Zhao was also extremely patient.
He picked up the little girl and placed her on the carved railing, holding a bowl of egg fried rice prepared in the kitchen, and listened to Xiao Jiuer reciting poems while eating.
Not long after, Xiao Jiuer's inventory was emptied out, and after reciting the few poems he could recite, he jumped down from the railing with open hands, gave Lin Zhao a big hug, and went to Lin Zhao's room to hold the candle.
I went to copy my homework.
"small stone."
Lin Zhao turned around, looked at the young man who had grown a lot taller, and said with a smile: "How are you doing with your boxing practice?"
Xiao Shitou pursed his lips, thinking that it was finally my turn to take a test on my schoolwork, so he punched his fist and said, "Try it?!"
"good!"
The two warriors walked down the long corridor and came to the center of the courtyard. Xiao Shitou instantly sank down and pulled a farmer into a three-fist boxing stance. Lin Zhao, with one hand behind his back, just stretched out his left fist and said with a smile: "
If you hit me with one punch, you will pass."
“It’s a deal!”
Xiao Shitou rushed towards him with a roar of fist wind, which made Lin Zhao a little surprised. How old is this brat? He is already at the second level of martial arts? So, Xiao Shitou is also a martial arts prodigy?
Lin Zhao's martial arts stance at this time was already quite elegant. Blocking Little Shitou's attack with one hand was a piece of cake. The seventh-level martial artist forced Little Shitou to attack twenty or thirty times without success!
"Okay, okay..."
Lin Zhao pressed Xiao Shitou's forehead and pushed him away with a gentle movement of his energy. He smiled and said, "You need to practice more. It seems that you, a second-level martial artist, are not that strong."
Little Shitou pursed his lips, huffed angrily, and went back to practice boxing.
Lin Zhao frowned, the brat couldn't afford to lose, but his unwillingness to admit defeat and his unwillingness to lose are indeed very suitable for practicing boxing. With this kind of energy, no matter how bad a martial artist is in the future, he will not be so bad.
Where did it go?
…
At this time, the courtyard door opened, and a group of people stepped into the villa on the top of the mountain. They were ten young people from the Chen Dynasty, holding long swords and a girl in white clothes walking first, followed by a similarly dressed girl.
Luo Yang, who is in white clothes and armor, and then Muzhen, who is wearing soft armor, are all centurions of the Tianchi Army's death camp.
"See my lord!"
Everyone stood in a row in front of Lin Zhao, clasping their fists and saluting.
"Um!"
Lin Zhao returned the gift and said with a smile: "Everyone has changed a lot. Are you still used to living in a military camp for a month?"
"accustomed."
Zhi Zhi smiled slightly, a pair of beautiful eyes swept over Lin Zhao, and said: "Breaking the realm? A martial artist in the seventh realm, a sword cultivator in the third realm?"
"Um."
Lin Zhao nodded: "The situation was broken on the other side of the Fusu Great Wall."
"It seems that what the legend says is true..."
Muzhen chuckled and said: "The wild geese pass by the three punches of the plucking forest. Once you cross the Great Wall, it's like celebrating the New Year. I heard that the master knocked the natural sword species, the natural general species and the natural love species to the ground on the Fusu Great Wall.
?And by the way, he also started a business and raised the annual revenue of the Fusu Great Wall. It’s so fierce... I set an example for martial artists..."
Lin Zhao was extremely embarrassed: "Well... I won't talk about the Fusu Great Wall. I'm sorry."
Women such as Zhi Zhi, Huaping, Gu Luan, etc. all covered their mouths and chuckled.
Lin Zhao looked at the adults, feeling the strength of each person's aura, and said: "Zhi Zhi, Luo Yang, Muzhen, have all three of you broken through?"
"Um!"
Zhi Zhi nodded and said: "Luo Yang and I are both Seventh Realm Sword Cultivators now. Muzhen, like you, is a Seventh Realm martial artist who has broken through the realm step by step according to the plan arranged by Commander Chu, within this month."
"Um."
Lin Zhao looked at Huaping, Zhuzhi and the other seven people and said with a smile: "You all must continue to practice diligently and break through as soon as possible. Don't be left too far behind by these three."
"Uh-huh!"
Everyone nodded in unison.
Zhi Zhi had a smile on her face, looking very happy.
Lin Zhao glanced at Zhi Zhi.
"ah!?"
Zhifang was confused: "Sir...what...problem do I have?"
"some."
Lin Zhaodao: "Zhi Zhi, don't be arrogant and complacent. You, a 19-year-old Seventh Realm Sword Cultivator, may only be on your fingers in our snowy Tianchi, but what if you put it in the whole world? I saw a woman on the Fusu Great Wall.
My name is Lin Wanhua, she is 18 years old, an eighth-level golden elixir swordsman, with superb swordsmanship and unparalleled swordsmanship..."
"..."
Zhi Zhi showed a sad look: "Is he really that strong?"
"Um."
Lin Zhao stretched out his fist and pointed at the fine sword marks on it, which were still recovering, and said: "I used my fist to fight her sword energy and suffered a big loss, as these wounds prove it."
Muzhen frowned and said: "But sir, we heard... when you were at the Fusu Great Wall, you punched Lin Wanhua against the wall with one punch? And half of her flying sword was shattered. If
If you hadn't been merciful, Lin Wanhua would probably have fallen into disgrace, and you should be the one to win..."
"The result is that I win."
Lin Zhao nodded and said: "But in fact, I used the military talisman to catch Lin Wanhua off guard. Otherwise, if Lin Wanhua had used the strongest force from the beginning, I would have only been chased and hacked by her."
This is the fact. If Lin Wanhua had used her natal flying sword in Yunjian Lake from the beginning and not punched Lin Zhao too much, the result would indeed have been different. Just the endless sword energy was enough to kill Lin Zhao.
It’s been a long time.
"knew."
Zhi Zhi clenched his sword and cupped his fists and said: "We will continue to work hard, please don't worry!"
"Um!"
Lin Zhao looked at everyone and said with a smile: "Since everyone has come from the military camp, why not...let the kitchen cook and let's have a reunion dinner?"
"OK!"
Muzhen laughed loudly: "That's exactly what I meant!"
Zhi Zhi, Luo Yang, Huaping and others also smiled and nodded.
So, Lin Zhao took out some venison from the bamboo box and sent it to the kitchen. Then while everyone was chatting in the main hall, Lin Zhao took a bunch of silver phoenix meat, smoked venison and a few pieces from the bamboo box.
A bunch of dried fish, a specialty of Jeju, were all brought back from Baidicheng by Lin Zhao with great effort. After being strung together, he carried them on his horse and went out.
…
Tianchi Town, Qian Street.
In the study room, Qin Suihan stared at a chess game and was thinking deeply about something. At this time, the sound of horse hooves woke him up from his meditation, so he dropped a piece and said with a smile: "Just right!"
In front of the door, Lin Zhao came in carrying something.
"Boss Qin!"
The young man smiled and shouted, just like before.
"Oh, Brother Lin!"
Qin Suihan laughed: "You are back from traveling south?"
"Yeah yeah!"
Lin Zhao trotted all the way and quickly placed the silver phoenix meat, smoked venison and dried fish on the window sill of the scholar, saying: "I brought them back from Baidi City to serve as a drink for Boss Qin!"
"Hey~~~"
Qin Suihan stood up and was about to stop Lin Zhao, but the young man had already left the study room like the wind, got on his horse and drove away.
No matter how much time passes, the young man will always remember the kindness of the bookstore owner. During those years when he was unable to open the pot and was so hungry that he was so hungry, the bookstore owner often helped him, or brought him a few buns, or gave him some food.
When weighing a few kilograms of rice and noodles, almost every time the boy is about to starve to death.
No one in the back streets is well-off, there are few fields in the snowy Tianchi, and there are few crops to grow. Everyone lives with a tight belt, so when Lin Zhao is starving to death, there are very few people who can really help him.
Qin Suihan was one of them. This poor scholar who wore washed-white clothes all day long seemed to only spend money without hesitation at Lin Zhao's place.
Looking at Lin Zhaoyuan's retreating figure, the scholar stood at the door of the courtyard with a warm smile on his face, gently stroked his beard, and said with a smile: "Should I go get some wine and come back?"
"liquor?"
A voice came from the alley. It was the old man with the wine gourd slung across his body. He was leaning on a cane and looked like he would fall to death at any time. He came to the door of the bookstore tremblingly, patted the wine gourd, and said with a smile: "
I have some wine, why don't you hurry up and cook some food? I haven't tasted the goldfish I brought back from Baidi City for a long time."
The scholar rolled his eyes: "I can cook, but you will hold the fire?"
"What are you waiting for?"
The old man rushed into the bookstore as fast as lightning, fearing that the other party would change his mind at any time and chase away the guests.
…
night.
The main hall of Shanding Villa was brightly lit, with a table full of dishes. Even Xiao Shitou and Xiao Jiu'er couldn't help but come back and stretch out their chopsticks after dinner, while Lin Zhao, Gao Zhi, Luo Yang,
Muzhen and others drank and chatted happily. After a month of separation, everyone has changed a lot, especially Lin Zhao, Gao Zhi, Luo Yang, and Muzhen. They have all broken through and their strength has improved very quickly.
After three rounds of drinking, everyone was a little tipsy.
At this time, someone walked in from outside, three people, Chu Huaixi, Chen Yu, and Huang Tingyu.
"See Chu Shuai!"
Everyone left the wine table and saluted the commander of the Tianchi Army.
"You're back?"
Chu Huaixi looked at Lin Zhao with a smile, waved his hand to excuse everyone, and said with a smile: "How is the training going south?"
“A lot of benefit!”
Lin Zhao lightly cupped his fists and said: "I was supposed to go to Commander Chu tonight to return my life, but it was already dark when I came back. I thought I would go there early tomorrow morning. Please forgive Chu Huai!"
"Don't worry about the red tape."
Chu Huaixi said: "Have you met Marquis Wen?"
"Yes, I saw it."
"What do you think?"
"Unfathomable."
"That's right." Chu Huaixi smiled and said, "Before you came back, Marquis Wen's Feiyu letter had already arrived. He praised you all over and praised me for my vision!"
"real?"
"Um."
Chu Huaixi said: "Lin Zhao, go to the military camp early tomorrow morning. It's time for you to lead the death camp."
Chen Yu stepped forward, holding a golden token in his hand: "Here, this is the token for the control of the Death Battalion!"
"yes!"
Lin Zhao felt a little excited. After receiving the order, he said in a deep voice: "I will never let Commander Chu down!"
"Um!"
Chu Huaixi nodded and smiled: "Continue eating and drinking, Lao Huang, let's go back and get some wine too?"
