After Chen Ben was buried in his tomb, Lin Zhao stood alone in the courtyard where Chen Ben lived. This courtyard was specially allocated to Chen Ben by Shanding Villa. The small courtyard is not considered to be of the highest quality, just a main room and a side room. There is a ginkgo tree standing in the courtyard, which was planted by Chen Ben himself.
Under the moonlight, Lin Zhao stood in Chen Ben's study.
In fact, Chen Ben is a young boy from the mountains and has very little literacy. Although he usually goes to Hefeng Academy to study and learn literacy with the Mongolian boys, he is too tall and tall, so he is often laughed at by the Mongolian boys. Chen Ben is thin-skinned. , and rarely went there.
However, Gu Lingyu gave Chen Ben a set of Mongolian classics and a lot of copybooks for Chen Ben to practice calligraphy.
Now, what is placed on the desk is the copybook that Chen Ben used to practice calligraphy. On a piece of white paper, there are four words "Guotai Minan" written in a crooked way, which is very Chen Ben's style.
In addition, there are only a few elementary school books in the study, and the rest are weapon racks. Although Chen Ben is a martial artist, he is also a genuine Ten Thousand Cavalry Commander of the Snow Region Legion, so he not only has to practice boxing, but also has eighteen You also need to be proficient in all kinds of weapons. On the battlefield, when charging into battle, sometimes weapons are the most direct way to kill.
Lin Zhao sighed, carefully put away Chen Ben's calligraphy practice copybook, and then put it into his package as a souvenir. After that, he gently touched the general's sword on the weapon rack, feeling endless pain in his heart.
When Chen Ben was brought back to the Snowy Tianchi from the mountains and fields, there was no profound knowledge about the Snowy Tianchi at that time. However, Chen Ben followed him wholeheartedly and never looked back. He never disliked the poverty of the Snowy Tianchi. At that time, Lin Zhao also looked at the poverty of the Snowy Tianchi. He fell in love with Chen Ben's natural power and his talent as a martial artist. He did not deny this.
The death of a general in battle is the highest honor for a military strategist. Logically speaking, Lin Zhao should not be too sad. However, Chen Ben's sincerity and innocent heart made Lin Zhao deeply blame himself.
He sat down under the window and looked at the moonlight outside. Two lines of tears flowed down involuntarily. He planned a plan for the world. Everyone was a pawn, including Chen Ben. However, when Chen Ben died in the world, Lin Zhao's There is no more self-blame.
"Son..."
Outside the window, Liu Liying looked at Lin Zhao's dejected look, and couldn't help feeling a little distressed. She said softly: "People can't be resurrected after death. Chen Ben killed more than ten demon clans in the 12th and 13th realms. The human race has made great contributions to the world, young master, there is no need to blame yourself so much, your health is urgent, please go back to sleep early?"
"I'm fine."
Lin Zhao waved his hand gently: "Liying, you go to bed first, don't worry about me, let me rest for a while."
"yes."
Liu Liying held a folding fan in her hand and bowed slightly outside. She said a thousand blessings to Lin Zhao and then turned around and left. There was worry on her pretty face. In fact, Chen Ben's death was just the beginning. This is the beginning when Mount Wu directly hits the lower realm and countless demon soldiers point directly at the snowy Tianchi.
It is inevitable that many familiar people will die in the battle.
Because, the young master’s plan is a snow-covered Tianchi, and he dares to be the first in the world!
…
Late at night, the wind is cold and cold.
Lin Zhao only felt groggy, and his mind was filled with chaos. Just when he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly felt a jolt, and a warm current appeared in his chest, as if some kind of power was awakening!
"Whoosh!"
In the sky, a golden meteor suddenly fell from the sky to the snow-covered Tianchi. It illuminated most of the northern region in an instant. Then this ray of light directly penetrated the restrictions of the mountain top garden and the roof of the study room, and turned into a ray of light. Fuyuan, full of domineering energy, penetrated into Lin Zhao's heart.
"What?"
Lin Zhao woke up completely, frowning and looking at his body.
At the next moment, the chaotic fist gifted by Mr. Bai continued to increase and surged. In the blink of an eye, Lin Zhao's martial arts aura was completely opened. In his heart, a force seemed to be awakening and was being continuously formed. Soon after, A glowing stone filled with majestic martial destiny slowly formed in Lin Zhao's body.
Brave God of War!
It was the God of War gall that Lin Zhao blew up in his previous life, and now it has finally returned to its owner.
For a moment, Lin Zhao looked at the sky with tears in his eyes. He knew that after Chen Ben died in the world, he gave back the God of War Gallbladder that he had given to him.
In an instant, Lin Zhao stood up involuntarily with a roar, clenching his fists, and his whole body was covered with golden light. The sea-walking realm that he had just broken through was suddenly filled to the brim. In just a few breaths, Lin Zhao's The foundation of this Tenth Realm martial artist is already extremely solid, and one can almost see the bottleneck of the Tianyuan Realm.
He frowned, came to the courtyard, stood under the ginkgo tree, gently opened the frame of a farmer's nine fists, and began to warm up his fists in the moonlight.
Ginkgo leaves were falling, and under the tree, Lin Zhao looked indescribably elegant. Just when he was in a calm mood and slowly moving his fists, there seemed to be a burly young man standing side by side with Lin Zhao in the courtyard, using the same boxing skills. , among the drifting ginkgo leaves, the two figures gradually overlapped, and for a time, endless majestic martial luck continued to circulate in the God of War's guts.
"Chen Ben..."
Lin Zhao almost burst into tears. Only then did he realize that although the young martial artist was simple and honest, and his brain was far from brilliant, before he launched a fatal blow against the Kunpeng Demon Ancestor, he had used part of his energy as a top martial artist in the Thirteenth Realm. Luck is sealed in the God of War's guts.
Now, Chen Ben had gifted part of his Thirteenth Realm cultivation to Lin Zhao.
At the beginning, Lin Zhao gave Chen Ben a war gall bladder, the most precious treasure in the world. Now, Chen Ben gave Lin Zhao a half-body thirteenth level martial arts fortune in return!
Within the body, Qi is rising majestically.
At this time, Lin Zhao only had a thought to enter the Tianyuan realm.
But he suppressed it forcefully. Although it was a realm gifted by Chen Ben, it was still a borrowed foreign object. Even if Lin Zhao stepped into the Tianyuan realm in one breath, I am afraid that this Tianyuan realm lacks a certain degree of polishing and cannot bear this. The foundation of the bravery of the God of War.
What's more, Lin Zhao has long been determined in his heart that his master is the Sword Sect in the Eternal Secret Realm. His master, senior brother, and senior sister are all sword cultivators, so he will also enter the upper five realms as a sword cultivator.
Therefore, this Tianyuan realm warrior is suppressed for the time being and can break through at any time. Wait until the eleventh realm sword cultivator breaks through!
…
"Shua~~~"
Behind him, the dragon-slaying sword that he had been carrying suddenly buzzed and trembled. In a ray of milky white light, the graceful figure of the White Dragon Goddess flew out of the sword body, floating on the stone bench in the courtyard, and said with a smile: "Xiao Zhao, Congratulations on regaining the courage of the God of War."
"Um."
Lin Zhao was not very interested. After all, this war gall actually came from Chen Ben.
"Don't be too sad."
The White Dragon Goddess said softly: "Although Chen Ben's life was short, it was extremely glorious. He started following you at the age of sixteen. By the age of seventeen, he had already completed the journey that most warriors would never complete in their lifetime, and became the Three Realms. He is a rare thirteenth-level martial artist and has killed many great monsters. This is a remarkable feat rarely seen in ancient times."
She looked at Lin Zhao with soft eyes and said with a smile: "Chen Ben has always wanted you to be proud of him, and he wanted to prove that as your brother, Chen Ben is no worse than anyone else. This time, Wuwangshan and his party, His performance was so brilliant that the entire Three Realms were shocked. The chapter on the Immortal Realm must have a strong touch from Chen Ben, that's enough."
"What's more, he died with a smile on his face for the sake of righteousness. How many people in the world can have such a fate?"
"Um."
Lin Zhao nodded: "Sister Bai, I know what you mean. Chen Ben's death is indeed heroic, but I still feel a little sad. My plan can be said to be ruthless, but I can't do it myself. To the great road there is no ruthlessness.”
"You are so ruthless, it's not you anymore."
The White Dragon Goddess smiled, stepped forward and gently covered Lin Zhao's forehead with her palms, saying: "From now on, let go of your sorrow, calm down, warm up your sword intent and martial arts energy. Before Wuwu Mountain falls, you You must become an eleventh-level swordsman, otherwise you will not be able to carry the Dragon-Slaying Sword with 50% of the awakened power, and you will not even be able to draw the sword."
"oh?"
Lin Zhao was surprised: "Sister Bai has a strategy?"
"have."
The White Dragon Goddess smiled slightly and said, "But I need you to strike out with this sword and usher in a peaceful and prosperous age for the human world."
"knew."
Lin Zhao nodded: "If he is an eleventh-level sword cultivator, and he is a double eleventh-level martial artist, will the sword be more severe?"
"Will do."
The White Dragon Goddess smiled and said: "At that moment, you can use all your strength to strike out with this sword, even if it destroys Wuwu Mountain, it doesn't matter. This sword is of great importance. If the sword is successful, Your plan will be successful. If it fails, your plan will only be half successful. Even if you finally take back the human world, the whole world will be in ruins."
"yes."
Lin Zhao nodded: "I understand."
"Um."
The White Dragon Goddess smiled calmly and said: "These past few days, I have been busy repairing the original wounds of the Dragon-Slaying Sword. I have already gained some insights. I believe I can catch up with your sword. In fact, I am quite looking forward to it." If you can enter the Thirteenth Realm, then you can truly be regarded as the master of the Dragon-Slaying Sword when you truly become the Thirteenth Realm, and you will definitely become the strongest Thirteenth Realm in history."
"good!"
Lin Zhao nodded heavily: "I will try my best!"
The White Dragon Goddess returned to the sword and continued to repair and nourish the Dragon Slaying Sword.
Lin Zhao then returned to Tiantianju and began to practice in seclusion to warm up his sword intent and martial arts energy.
…
The next day.
In the sky above the human race, a fiery red star is falling rapidly, and the time for Mount Wuwu to hit the lower realm is getting closer and closer.
Near noon, Dongzang and Liu Liying were busy preparing a sumptuous meal, while Lin Zhaoze still stayed in the study to warm up his sword spirit. Huang Tingyu, Tang Guangjun, Lin Zhujie and others were waiting to eat, while Mu Yan prepared a meal. With a pot of wine, he stood in front of Chen Ben's tomb in the back mountain, drank wine, and said a few words to his apprentice.
I have to say it, otherwise in two days it will be too late to say it.
Muzhen was quite depressed in his heart. Among the previous generations in the Mountain Villa, his own cultivation was the worst. Once the war came, who would die if Muzhen didn't die? However, it would be better if he died. He could go to the underworld and fight with his own
A foolish apprentice keeps company.
At noon, a figure dressed in white and snowy came from the south, holding a sword in his hand, looking graceful and graceful.
