Before Lin Zhao got up, he heard Huang Tingyu's voice coming from outside Tiantianju.
He rolled out of bed. His mental and physical strength had been fully restored in the online dormant state. In fact, Lin Zhao himself did not sleep, but went to watch movies online.
"Old Huang, is something wrong?"
"Um!"
Huang Tingyu raised his hand and flashed a sword light, saying: "Mountain Master, Zhi Zhi, let's go and see what's going on in the north?"
"good!"
Lin Zhao jumped up and fell into the light of Lao Huang's sword together with the floating Zhizhi. The next moment, Huang Tingyu sacrificed a small world of swordsmanship at the thirteenth level, carrying the two of them straight to the north.
The three figures disappeared, leaving only an invisible sword intent in the cold wind.
Early spring time.
The mountain top garden is like spring all year round, and everything in the snow-covered Tianchi Lake is revived. However, the northern region is still very cold, and snow is falling in the sky. When Huang Tingyu flew over Jiuzhangyuan, he went further north and saw the direction of Panyun Mountain.
At this time, there was no demon clan military tent on Panyun Mountain.
"Um?"
Lin Zhao's heart sank: "What's going on? Where are the five military tents of the Demon Clan?"
"there."
Huang Tingyu pointed to the north and said: "The troops of the five military tents of the demon tribe have all retreated five hundred miles. They are now in the fertile fields south of Zushan. The Panyun Mountain has disappeared into the sky. It is a mountain."
The mountain is empty.”
Gao Zhi said: "Sir, do you want to send people to occupy Panyun Mountain and build fortifications on Panyun Mountain?"
"No need."
Lin Zhao frowned and said: "Panyun Mountain is an isolated mountain with no danger to defend, and it is very close to the world of monsters. For us, it is a tasteless place that is worthless to eat and a pity to abandon."
"Um."
Huang Tingyu nodded and said with deep understanding: "Then what should we do?"
"Ignore them."
Lin Zhaodao: "Speed up the final fortifications of Baicheng and strive to complete Baicheng as soon as possible. In addition, increase the intensity of training. Maybe there will be a new battle in the snowy Tianchi soon."
"yes!"
…
In the early morning, the sun shines brightly on the snowy Tianchi Lake.
Han Xin did not go to Tiantianju for breakfast. Instead, he wandered down the mountain with his sword on his back and walked to the front of a breakfast shop. Looking at the owner of the fried dough sticks, he felt a sense of déjà vu. He was covered by the oilcloth under the boss's oilcloth.
There were handfuls of tea steamed buns, and the aroma almost reached his nose.
The flavor of hometown!
Han Xin sat down: "Boss, one bowl of your signature spicy soup and ten fried dough sticks, oh no, two bowls of spicy soup and twenty fried dough sticks!"
"Hello, sir!"
The boss narrowed his eyes. This young man looked ordinary. How could he really have such a good appetite? He believed that the warriors in the military camp in the small town could eat so much, but the man in front of him had a gentle temperament and even looked a little sick.
The boss didn't believe it when the unhappy young man said he could eat so much.
However, when business comes to your door, you don’t chase customers away.
The boss still smiled and served Han Xin two bowls of steaming spicy soup, plus twenty freshly fried fried dough sticks. Suddenly, the young man seemed to have changed.
Han Xin didn't pay much attention to it. Why he eats so fast is not because of the habits developed in the army. The enemy will attack at any time and will not wait until you are full before attacking you. Therefore, eating quickly is also one of the advantages of a military strategist.
Sometimes I would ride into battle with a piece of pancake in my mouth and eat while walking. This kind of thing was not unheard of.
After breakfast, Han Xin had nothing to do.
The wind in early spring was still a bit cold, so he rolled up his sleeves, just like the Mohist rangers passing by the snowy Tianchi, hunching his neck and wandering around, just like the idle streetwalkers and gangsters in the small town.
He came to a small table next to a wine shop and saw a group of people gambling together, so he craned his neck to look at it for a while.
These people in the world are constantly making little tricks, and they will do anything to win money. Naturally, these little tricks cannot escape the eyes of the Fourteenth Realm Soldier Immortal. But Han Xin said nothing, just watched the fun, and at the same time kept laughing in his heart, why move the dice or change the cards?
Something like that, but it’s just some minor tricks I was doing back then.
This world has really not made any progress for too many years, and it is too lacking in innovation.
"Brother, would you like to have some fun?"
Suddenly, a bearded man invited Han Xin to join the game.
"No, no, no."
Han Xin rolled up his sleeves and said with an honest smile: "I don't have any money, so I'm afraid I'll get beaten if I lose."
"Hahahaha~~~"
A group of ruthless people laughed loudly and ignored him.
Han Xin continued to wander around. He always intervened in any family quarrel. While comforting the sad elder sister, he scolded the lazy man who was not doing his job properly. He was so distressed that he wanted to draw his sword and strike the heartless man.
I wandered around until noon, drinking in a good and cheap wine shop.
While drinking, there was a poor woman singing in the wine shop. The woman sang, and the one playing the erhu was her old father. The woman sang until she felt sad, with tears streaming down her face.
What she sings about is her misery——
He was born as a flower in the village and has been praised by everyone since he was a child.
However, his life was miserable and he ended up falling into an ordinary family.
My husband was addicted to gambling and suffered bad luck, so he passed away at the age of thirty.
I took my old father to travel around the country and wandered around for a while.
The woman's name is Jin Cuilian, and she lives in Guanxi, a village bully.
He defiled my body and took away my money. I only wish I could not become an immortal in this life.
…
Han Xin was moved by what he heard. He wanted to kick the table away immediately and go to the town to punch the villain named Zhen Guanxi. But he restrained himself in the end. He was a military strategist, not a military strategist.
What kind of knight-errant can you really want to interfere in everything when there are so many right and wrongs in the world?
Sometimes, letting things go and letting things develop is also a way of heaven, which is somewhat similar to the philosophy of the Taoist ancestral family.
At noon, after eating and drinking enough, I rewarded the singing woman with a bunch of copper coins.
Then I got up and continued wandering.
In the afternoon, with nothing to do, Han Xin cut down a bamboo in the town and made a fishing rod. He immediately went fishing by the Baiyu River. His fishing skills were pretty good and he kept catching fish. Soon after, the willow branch
It was filled with fish of all sizes.
Not long after, a man walked up the stone bridge, dressed in white and carrying two swords behind his back. It was Lin Zhao, the owner of the mountain.
Lin Zhao landed beside Han Xin and looked at the fish on his willow branch. In addition to the most common white fish in Baiyu Creek, there was also a herring weighing at least two or three kilograms, and there were several more.
Pretty good snakehead.
"How?" Han Xin asked.
"It's worse than me." Lin Zhao told the truth.
Han Xin was annoyed.
"I recommend grilling these fish."
Lin Zhao smiled and said: "It will definitely taste good while it's fresh."
"OK!"
Han Xin smiled and said: "I will continue fishing, and you will do the grilling of fish. I'm not very good at it. Did you bring some wine?"
"I brought it, Dongting Zizhu Wine."
"ah?"
Han Xin's eyes lit up: "Why didn't you take it out yesterday?"
"There were too many people yesterday. I'm afraid it will be gone if you take it out. Lao Huang, Tang Guangjun, and Muzhen's group of people are all drunk!"
"Too."
Lin Zhao started to set up the frame. All these things were easy to do. Soon he made a fire, then looked for suitable branches to string up the herring and put it on the frame for roasting. In addition, he used thin bamboos to separate several ponds.
The snakehead was pierced and slowly roasted in the hand.
Soon after, the aroma overflowed, and when Lin Zhao sprinkled it with cooking wine, condiments, etc., the aroma became even stronger.
He placed the grilled fish on the washed lotus leaves, then took out two pots of Dongting Zizhu wine from the package and threw them to Han Xin, and then took out a pot of peach blossom wine himself.
"Um?"
Han Xin put down the fishing rod, narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "You don't want to drink it?"
"Well, Zizhu wine is only for distinguished guests. It's the same for me to drink some peach blossom wine myself."
"Then I won't be polite."
Han Xin picked up the wine flask and took a sip. He felt the mellow aroma in his mouth. He immediately felt a little high. He took a bite of a snakehead and it was very fragrant. Lin Zhao's cooking skills are indeed unparalleled. No wonder not only
Ding Muchen, even Mr. Fu Sheng, Headmaster Wei of the Taoist ancestral court, etc. all praised him full of praise.
"Say it."
He looked at Lin Zhao and said with a smile: "If you show your kindness for nothing, you must ask for something. If you want to ask anything, just ask it directly."
"Um."
Lin Zhao frowned: "How did Wang Laodao die?"
"Well..."
Han Xin sighed and said: "He died in a place called the Demonic Abyss in Tianwaitian. He chased the inner demons from Tianwai into the abyss and traced the clues. In the end, he was blocked by a group of extremely powerful fearful inner demons.
At the bottom of the abyss."
As he said that, Han Xin gave a wry smile: "Wang Laodao is indeed very good at fighting, and he can be regarded as one of the originators of our military strategists. However, in the face of many fearful inner demons, he was eventually consumed to death."
"He knows how to..."
Lin Zhao whispered: "Do you have any last words?"
"some."
Han Xin said: "Before his death, the old Taoist said that his only regret was not being able to see Ding Muchen enter the fifteenth realm of sword cultivation, and not being able to see you, Lin Zhaoji, possess the magnificence of the fifth realm sword cultivator. It's a pity."
"..."
Lin Zhao's eyes turned red, he turned around and poured some wine into the Baiyu River, and said softly: "Old Taoist, I'm sorry... I, Lin Zhao, am incompetent and broke through too slowly, so I couldn't let you see that day.
This jug of wine is for you!"
Han Xin was not willing to pour out the Zizhu wine. Every drop must be taken into his mouth. As for Wang Laodao's death, Han Xin felt that it was just like that. Life and death were impermanent. So what about the Fourteenth Realm? Sooner or later, he would have such a day. Maybe he would be more optimistic.
It will be better.
"Where's senior brother?"
Lin Zhaodao: "How is senior brother doing?"
"not too good."
Han Xindao: "After Wang Laodao died in the world, Ding Muchen entered the Demonic Abyss with one sword and found a wisp of Wang Laodao's remnant soul. He also discovered the gap at the bottom of the Demonic Abyss. At least millions of demons holding umbrellas had already died.
He has penetrated into the three realms. When he returned to the upper realm, he was seriously injured. Fortunately, he was in the realm of rebirth and could not die."
"besides."
Han Xin glanced at him and said with a smile: "Headmaster Wei of the Taoist ancestral court, your Cun'er, after Wang Laodao died in the world, asked the sword of the Sea of All Heavens, and had conflicts with several sages of the Sea of All Heavens.
, and almost got into a fight, but fortunately she escaped unharmed and returned to the Taoist ancestral home."
"so……"
Lin Zhao began to frown and said nothing, while he clinked the flask and drank with Han Xin, but what he was thinking about was other things, and the answer he wanted seemed to be getting closer and closer.
…
In the upper world, an ancient millstone lies across an ancient fairyland.
Next to the old millstone, an old man with great literary fortune appeared. He was dressed in a gray gown. He was not very good-looking, with slightly protruding eyes, flaring nostrils, big ears and shoulders, and even very obvious buck teeth.
He has an awe-inspiring aura.
In front of him, an old man with a strong murderous aura as a soldier appeared, dressed in a white gown.
Further away, two figures slowly walked towards them.
An old Taoist with a big head, big ears and a smile on his face.
There was also a tall but stooped old man, with a kind-hearted look, squinting his eyes, and carrying a secret box behind his back.
The four of them gathered next to the old millstone, overlooking the layout of the Three Realms.
