In the world of martial arts, there is a stipulated rule, which is to bring harm to your family.
As the saying goes, every injustice has its owner, and every debt has its owner!
Most martial artists abide by this point. Otherwise, if everyone ignores the rules, then the world of martial arts will be filled with blood and blood every day, and there will be no peace.
On the mainland, there is the Xingtian Temple.
It means patrolling the common people and enforcing the law on behalf of heaven. Their existence is not only to suppress the evil heresies in heaven and earth, but also to restrain the warriors.
But Dongling Realm is too remote after all.
Not all warriors will abide by that rule.
Lin Huang didn't know whether Jiang Licheng really wanted to go to the Great Xia Dynasty, but even if there was a one in ten thousand chance, Lin Huang didn't dare to take a gamble.
There was an old man in that city.
Even if he was the former God of War of Great Xia, how could he be the opponent of Jiang Licheng if he met him? With the 600,000 soldiers and horses of the Divine General Mansion, it would be difficult to stop Jiang Licheng.
In the Dongling Realm, Lin Huang was racing all the way, hoping to return to the Great Xia Dynasty before Jiang Licheng.
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On the official road leading to the Great Xia Dynasty, a bright white carriage moved forward slowly. From sunrise to sunset, the carriage traveled three hundred miles.
Coughing sounds could be heard from time to time in the carriage, causing the middle-aged man driving the carriage to frown. It was really unlucky for the new carriage that he just bought to pull such a sick man.
In the carriage, a middle-aged Confucian scholar was holding a yellowed book. He was a little depressed and coughing constantly, but he read the words in the book meticulously.
Next to him, there is a book box filled with crumpled books.
Although the middle-aged man was wearing white clothes, they were a little worn and looked yellow. He looked a little shabby. If he hadn't been coughing constantly due to the cold, he probably wouldn't have had the luxury of riding in a carriage.
"Excuse me, I wonder how long it will take to reach the Imperial City of Daxia?"
The middle-aged man opened the curtain, coughed and asked the middle-aged man driving the car.
"It's still early, it's getting dark soon. Let's find a place to spend the night. Then we'll hit the road tomorrow. We hope we can reach the Imperial City of Daxia by noon tomorrow!"
The middle-aged man said impatiently.
"oh……"
The middle-aged scholar narrowed his eyes slightly and sat back in the carriage.
After driving another three miles, the middle-aged man suddenly asked: "Looking at your age, you should have taken the exam several times. How come you haven't been to the Imperial City of Daxia yet?"
The middle-aged scholar suddenly choked on his cough, and said with a flushed face, "I'm so ashamed. I wasted forty years in my life and took the exam ten times. I became a scholar only after the sixth time, and this time I was lucky enough to enter."
Come to the imperial city to participate in the examination!"
"Then you should be ashamed!"
The middle-aged man nodded and said with a proud look on his face, "My nephew became the most beautiful young man after taking two exams. That's incredible!"
In the carriage, the middle-aged scholar frowned, seeming a little jealous.
But I heard the man driving the car continue to say, "It's a pity that this guy is a white-eyed wolf. I just beat him up. Then he framed me and locked up for two years. It's really treasonous!"
"You said it was wrong for me to hit my own brother?"
The middle-aged man said complainingly, and whipped the whip hard. The horse staggered out of the pain and almost threw the middle-aged scholar out of the carriage.
"That nephew of yours is one of the best among men!"
After the middle-aged scholar stabilized his figure, he replied dryly. He looked a little pedantic, but his frown eased slightly.
"I say you scholars are really good at picking your time. The exams are all after late autumn. You just ran to the imperial city before autumn. The sun is so hot..."
The middle-aged man complained nonstop.
In the carriage, the middle-aged scholar frowned again.
"But you, a sick man, really have to enter the imperial city as soon as possible. The climate is changing so fast. If you are not careful, you will become seriously ill and it will be difficult to walk. Why don't you go to Beijing to take the exam? Even if you die, you have to find a scene.
Isn’t it a great place? How wonderful this imperial city is. There are miracle doctors when you’re sick, and it’s still a treasure land of Feng Shui even after you die!”
The middle-aged man clicked his tongue and said, as if he was cursing the middle-aged scholar. He said it heartlessly, but it made the middle-aged scholar's brows slightly relieved.
Under the setting sun, two people in a carriage drove toward the Imperial City of Daxia.
Until the morning of the next day, when the two of them were still a hundred miles away from the Imperial City of Daxia, the carriage clanged and bumped, causing the book in the middle-aged scholar's hand to fly out.
"Damn, what a bad luck!"
Outside the carriage, the sound of a middle-aged man cursing could be heard.
"Ahem..."
The middle-aged scholar coughed and then opened the car curtain, "What happened?"
"The wheel is broken!"
The middle-aged man jumped off the carriage, his brows were squeezed together, and he looked at the middle-aged scholar very unhappily, "It's all because your broken box is too heavy, the carriage can't bear it!"
"My book box weighs less than ten pounds!"
The middle-aged scholar argued.
"It weighs ten kilograms. Anyway, it's just because I carried you that I got bad luck. This is a new carriage I bought with ten taels of silver!"
The middle-aged man said arrogantly, "You have to pay more!"
"You are blackmailing!"
The middle-aged scholar was also anxious. He was also very poor. If he had any extra money, he would have to take a carriage and wait until he arrived in the Imperial City of Daxia. He would have to eat steamed buns for half a month.
"Why...are you still impatient? If it weren't for you, would my car be broken? Doesn't it take me time to repair the car? Or just pay the money now and get out of the car and walk by yourself!"
The middle-aged man is rude and unreasonable.
"you……"
The middle-aged scholar was furious. He looked at the middle-aged man with a fierce look on his face, but his aura weakened. He gritted his teeth and said in unison, "Just add more money. How long will it take to get to the imperial city?"
"Twilight!"
The middle-aged man said with a grin, no longer as fierce as before.
The middle-aged scholar thought for a moment, and then sat back in the carriage silently, like a weak and dull gourd, waiting for the middle-aged man to repair the carriage.
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At dusk.
In the Divine General's Mansion, Lin Beichen was still lying under the old locust tree, looking sad, but with a smile on his old face.
Sitting on the stone table next to him was a middle-aged man, wearing a dark red round-neck official uniform, with a straight back and a face as deep as a deep-sea reef.
The whole person was sitting there with dignity and majesty.
"Xiaobai..."
Lin Beichen waved, his old and lazy look was like barking a dog, which made the middle-aged man's mouth tremble slightly.
"How do you think my precious grandson and your little brat are doing now?"
Lin Beichen asked with a smile.
The corners of Bai Pojun's mouth trembled more and more violently, thinking that the one in your family is the little brat, but his face was full of smiles, "Mr. Lin, you have an ANBU in your hands, and you know something about things in the Eastern Spiritual Realm. My nephew is not allowed to tell anyone."
Is it right for you to ask for advice?”
Lin Beichen shook his head, "The Great Xia Dynasty is still too remote, and news can't be transmitted so quickly. Moreover, the ANBU was established by Chang Tian, and they don't really listen to me!"
"Is there no news from Changtian?"
Bai Pojun frowned and asked, before he got married and started a career, he and Lin Changtian were two evil spirits in the imperial city.
However, in the past twenty years since Lin Changtian left the Daxia Dynasty, the two of them only met once eighteen years ago, and they drank all the wine in his Shangshu Mansion.
"This kid... maybe I won't be able to see him again. If you can live for another few decades, maybe you can still see him!"
Lin Beichen smiled and said, his face always looked a little lonely.
"I'll see you, I'll see you!"
Bai Pojun comforted him without any consolation, and handed Lin Beichen a glass of wine, ending the topic. However, Bai Pojun drank a glass of wine himself, and his eyes turned red when he thought of the little brat who could roll and walk.
"Your father and I are close friends. Changtian and you are as close as brothers. Xiaohuang and Xiaopang also have a very good relationship. If I leave, you will be the elder of my Lin family and Bai family. Do you understand?"
Lin Beichen sighed.
Bai Pojun's figure was shaken for a moment, and he felt a lot of sourness welling up in his heart. He raised his head and looked at the old man on the rocking chair again, and finally discovered that the latter was already old.
Since ancient times, famous generals are like beautiful women, and they are not allowed to grow old in the world.
The high-spiritedness of the past is gone, and the domineering spirit of defeating thousands of armies with a spear is gone. All that is left are the deep and shallow wrinkles on his face, full of wind, frost and longing.
"You will finally understand!"
Bai Pojun said solemnly.
"This burden is very heavy. Now that you understand it, I'll leave it to you to pick it up. I'm a little tired. Let's take a nap first!"
Lin Beichen sighed, slowly closing his eyes, but a drop of tears fell from the corner of his eyes, seemingly filled with endless sadness. The Great Xia War God, who had been on the battlefield for more than forty years, finally shed his tears in this lonely god general's house.
Tears.
Bai Pojun closed his eyes and sighed, with a solemn smile on his face.
The sun has not yet set.
Under the old locust tree in the courtyard, before the pot of wine was finished, a snow-white carriage creaked and passed through the gate of the Imperial City of Daxia...