A few days later.

On this day, after Lin Zhao ran for hundreds of miles, the small path in the forest ahead gradually disappeared, and the grass and trees grew, causing the original official road of the official family to disappear from his sight. He could only draw his sword and cut open the thorns, judge the direction according to the sunset, and headed south all the way. At dusk, the sound of endless water flowing came from afar.

The young man rushed out of the woodland with the sword of the centurion of the Pioneer Camp, holding a pile of wild fruits picked from the forest in his arms. After shedding the sword blade, he gnawed a wild apple while looking ahead.

In front of you is a big river crisscrossing east and west, with surging rivers and constant waves.

"Um?"

The boy narrowed his eyes and a ray of power in his body echoed and resonated with this river, and felt like "meeting an old friend in a foreign land". Lin Zhao naturally understood that the energy in his body came from the killing energy of military strategists warmed by his writing of military strategists. This tone was a bit different from the martial arts breath, and it was even more mysterious and indescribable.

This river is unusual.

This river seems to be hidden in the depths of the river, and when Lin Zhao spreads out a map on the shore to find this river, he quickly found it.

Xijian River, the largest river in the entire northern region, runs through east and west, separating the entire continent from north to south. As for why this river is called Xijian River, it is unknown. The map does not say that the legend of the monsters Lin Zhao has seen, and the dynasty geography of the Great Shang Dynasty never mentions this river. It seems that this river is a kind of taboo.

However, the strong killing aura in the Xijian River made Lin Zhao really moved.

He planned to stay and practice by the Sword River for a few days, because it can warm up the military spirit in his heart. Whether the military spirit is rich or not can determine the quality of the military talisman he wrote. Before leaving, Chu Shuai and Chen Yu said that you can stop at any time and place along the way, and do not rush to escort the geomantic map, and do not delay your practice.

So the boy immediately built a hut by the river, cut down trees with his sword, and built a small wooden house that was not big. The roof was covered with grass leaves to shelter from the wind and rain. The boy was diligent and made a wooden door. Then he used moss and mud on the shore to paste the gaps in the hut. Such a house was enough to make him live for a long time.

He was busy until late at night, and Lin Zhao was able to rest. He set up a bonfire, set up a small "marching pot", dug some wild vegetables from the woodland, plus the dried meat strips he brought, temporarily cooked a pot of meat soup, and then heated a few big cakes by the fire, and then ate alone comfortably.

After dinner, I started practicing boxing by the river, warming up the murderous aura in my heart.

...

At this moment, the snowy sky pool.

In the general's mansion, Chu Huaixi's case was carefully reviewed, while Huang Tingyu, who was standing beside him, was too lazy to take a look at these files. Lao Huang felt it was very troublesome, just fight for the war. What are these stupid things to do?

"What day is it?"

Chu Huaixi, who was reviewing the file, suddenly asked: "Which day has Lin Zhao left the Snowy Land Tianchi?"

Huang Tingyu made a rough calculation: "It's the ninth day."

"oh……"

Chu Huaixi nodded.

"how?"

Huang Tingyu smiled slightly: "I regret it? You shouldn't let Lin Zhao send this geometric map, right? Why is this geometric map made by the hard work of the local masters and monks of the Great Chen Dynasty? Is it so precious? There are dozens of them in our treasury. If the Great Shang Dynasty wants it, send ten iron cavalry and Pegasus to send it, so how can it be delivered? Why do you need Lin Zhao, the commander of the Death Camp, to go in person?"

“It’s different.”

Chu Huaixi frowned: "Lin Zhao has never gone down the mountain and needs some experience. A commander and a warrior, who can only know how to work on fists but does not understand the principles of the world. This is absolutely impossible."

“Hmph~~~”

Huang Tingyu sneered: "I'm afraid this is not a legitimate reason, right?"

"You Huang Tingyu is really a dog-headed military advisor in Tianchi, Snowland. You can make calculations and predict things like a god? Can you hide anything from you?"

Chu Huaixi smiled angrily and said, "Then let me just say it. Ten days ago, I received a secret report from a spy from the northern part. After Yu Yu, the former commander of the demon clan, lost 8,000 elite demon clans in Jiuzhangyuan, was furious and had sent people to the snowy Tianchi Lake to find out Lin Zhao's identity. The next step would be to send dead soldiers to assassinate Lin Zhao. Unless Lin Zhao's head was placed on the Yuzu case, this big monster would not give up."

"So this is the reason to send Lin Zhao down the mountain?"

Huang Tingyu couldn't help but laugh and said, "How many people are there in Lin Zhao who are protecting him on Tianchi Ridge? Don't you and I, there is also the boss Qin of the bookstore and the Su Shanjun. If the demon clan's death warrior can really kill people on Tianchi Ridge, it's a ghost."

"Not afraid of the demon clan."

Chu Huaixi frowned and said, "What if it were a human race? The four northern tribes ruled the northern border for hundreds of years and were already inseparable from the mountains and rivers in the north. Is it difficult for Yugui to buy human monks to kill Lin Zhao?"

"I haven't thought about this..."

Huang Tingyu touched his forehead and said, "Forget it, Chu Shuai, you just think about it. My old Huang is just a knife in front of Chu Shuai's formation. You can cut whoever you want me to cut."

Chu Huaixi smiled and didn't say anything else.

...

Early in the morning.

The wind was blowing by the river. It was said that there would be no fog when the wind was blowing, but there was a wisp of fog like light smoke on the shore, covering the entire forest by the river. By the river, a yellow bone fish, a full meter long, struggled to the ashore in the water, and its tail slapped wildly, and in a blink of an eye it turned into a figure wearing a yellow yellow shirt. It was a middle-aged man holding a short knife covered with thorns on his sharp blade. The knife was like a thorn of a yellow bone fish, shining with a cold light, obviously poisonous.

After the genius transformed by the yellow bone fish came ashore, he looked at Lin Zhao from afar, and immediately went to the forest on the other side, stomped his feet gently in the woodland, and said coldly: "Land, come out!"

Suddenly, a low old man drilled out of the soil with a cane. It was the land of this mountain forest. He smiled and said with a wry face: "Fellow Daoist Huang, what's the matter?"

"there."

The yellow bone fish spirit stretched out his finger and pointed to the direction of Lin Zhao's hut and said, "That boy dared to live in my territory and temper the military spirit. It's simply a search for death. Who gave him the courage? A mere sixth-level martial artist really thinks he can do whatever he wants in this landscape?"

Land justice: "Fellow Daoist Huang, but you just had the sixth realm..."

"Can it be the same?"

The yellow bone fish spirit said angrily: "I have been practicing in the water for five hundred years, and it has been a full five hundred years to achieve today's Taoism. How profound the foundation of these six realms is. As long as the opportunity matures in the future, I will go to Jianghualong! Let's just talk about the land. I have the sword behind the boy and the golden and silver talisman papers he carries in his arms! "

Land hesitated: "Fellow Daoist Huang wants to do it, just do it. What's the matter with me?"

"Without you, it wouldn't be so easy to do it."

The yellow bone fish spirit sneered, raised his thumb and pointed at the Xijianjiang behind him, and said, "That woman is still in the cave... I can't afford to offend her, so when doing business on the Xijianjiang River, you must be clean and clever. If you ask your brother to come, you have nothing else to do. I will be responsible for solving that kid, and you will be responsible for helping me cover it up?"

"this……"

The Land Lord looked embarrassed.

"Hmph, don't let you be in vain." The yellow bone fish spirit took out a bag from his arms, shook it, and dozens of green frogs fell out, and said with a smile: "These fifty green frogs are considered deposits. Please help me cover up my aura. Once my work is done, you can get another fifty green frogs from me."

"this……"

The Land Lord hesitated for a moment and said, "Besides these hundred green flies, I want something else. The sword belongs to you. I will eat some scraps and the scabbard belongs to me. How about it?"

"What do you want a scabbard for one land?"

"It's Zhanzhan's immortal spirit. What if one day I kill three corpses and are ranked in the immortal class?"

“Hahaha~~”

The yellow bone fish spirit touched the old man's head: "No matter whether it is a human or a ghost, once you have a dream, it will become amazing~~~"

Land Lord: "…"

...

In the early morning, when the first ray of light penetrated the clouds and mist, a yellowish figure came with the wind. It was a yellow-bone fish spirit holding a short knife. He narrowed his eyes and stood in front of the wooden house. He could even hear the young and gentle snoring in the cottage. At this moment, he could almost imagine the scene of cutting open the young man's stomach with one knife and pulling out his heart and lungs to eat.

Xijianjiang is located in the north, a barren land. No one comes to him on weekdays. He hasn't been exposed to the smell of blood for a long time. Moreover, there is a woman in the upper reaches, and he is indeed tied up in everything. Today, this young man came to his door, which is a gift from God!

He licked his lips and was about to take action.

But at this moment, with a "creak", the wooden door opened itself, and then a fist hit the yellow bone fish spirit hard on the face, causing the sixth realm monster to slid out and rolled dozens of meters away on the ground, even the short knife was almost unable to hold it.

He woke up and even put on his clothes.

Lin Zhao stepped out of the cottage, with a huge fist intent, and said with a smile: "I heard that you want my life, and you are also in the six realms? What a coincidence, I am also in the six realms..."

As he said that, he clasped his fists: "Snowy Land Tianchi, Lin Zhao, the sixth realm martial artist, I will understand the Taoist's questioning boxing!"

"you……"

The yellow bone fish spirit looked angry and gritted his teeth and said, "I was just careless and unprepared for this punch. You dead boy wouldn't really think that you are my opponent, right?"

"Come on!"

Lin Zhao didn't want to waste time on him, so he stepped forward and punched him again.

The yellow bone fish spirit moved horizontally, and even felt very proud. With such a slow punch, can the five hundred-year-old immortal in the Five Realms of Water still not avoid it?

As a result, he moved and the boy's fist changed direction.

"Peng!"

Another heavy punch, this time the yellow bone fish spirit's head was cracked.

As soon as the gust of horse wind opened, Lin Zhao punched again and said, "It is not easy for all living things to practice, but since you are thinking about harming people, I can only practice the way for heaven!"

He punched the opponent directly. After a slap, he turned into a one-meter-long yellow bone fish. He struggled twice and died.

...

Lin Zhao frowned and said in a complicated way: "It's really a gift from nature..."
Chapter completed!