"Oh, that's it..."

Liu Xingshu's eyes were blurred, but he still tried hard to open his eyes wide, trying to see where he was. After looking at it for a long time, his expression became a little lonely and said, "Brother Bai, do you know? In fact, strictly speaking, I have to call Lin Baiyi and say "Uncle Master..."

"ah?!"

Lin Zhao was stunned: "What do you say?"

Liu Xingshu's expression was a little depressed and said, "The news came back to the Confucian Academy, saying that Lin Zhao was the saint of Confucianism before he died. My husband was Mr. Zihuai, and Gu Zixi, who died in the snowy world Tianchi, then, so my husband is Mr. Qin's nephew. Lin Zhao is the same generation as my husband, and he is the last disciple of Mr. Qin's generation. What else can he be if he is not my uncle?"

Lin Zhao couldn't help laughing: "That's it..."

When he looked at Liu Xingshu again, he used the eyes of his elders. The young man was a good man. Although he was wearing the fifth-rank official uniform of the Shang Dynasty, he was very upright in his heart.

Liu Xingshu frowned and said, "My junior uncle is a hero in the whole world and a role model for scholars. He is only sixteen years old. He killed the peak monster of the Thirteenth Realm. He set up a Tianfu strategy to defeat millions of elites in the four northern tribes and extend the fortune of our human race for a hundred years. What a great achievement to support the sky and sea? As the nephew of the junior uncle, I am so ashamed... I spent all day in this officialdom of the Shang Dynasty, writing books for those royal seals that do not know a lot, and they are divided into categories. To put it nicely, they are a secretary supervisor. To put it nicely, aren't they just a royal literati raised by the Shang Dynasty royal family?"

He was a little discouraged and frowned and said, "If there is a choice, I am willing to die on the battlefield like a junior uncle. Scholars should look like scholars, right?"

"Yes, not right."

Lin Zhao smiled and said, "Liu Xingshu, you are not actually a royal literati of the Da Shang royal family. After all, you are in charge of the books and are also continuing your knowledge for scholars all over the world, right? Where can there be such a rich and complete collection of books in the Da Shang royal family? If you are a good secretary, it is equivalent to saving their hard work for scholars all over the world, so don't belittle yourself. You and Lin Zhao are both indispensable people in this world, and they are actually the same."

Liu Xingshu's eyes turned red and he said, "Brother Bai, I used to be proud. I once thought that scholars should not bow down for five dou of rice, but now? When we meet Shangguan, I, Liu Xingshu, also wanted to bow down. The banquet in Baidi City has never stopped every day. Do you know what I am when the officials in the capital and the princes who were put back to the capital when they meet?"

He looked disappointed and said, "I can only write in front of the powerful and write a poem or two to please the powerful and noble. I can get the position of the secretary and the official position of the secretary. If I don't please me, I might be drunk and lie on the city wall every day and vomit all over my body. At that time, I began to doubt. I studied hard for ten years, and once I was on the list of gold, I became the top scholar of the Shang Dynasty. Is it just to do these things?"

At this time, Lin Zhao felt a little sorry for him and smiled and said, "This question is too big, I'm afraid I can't answer you. You have to find someone better to ask this question."

"Who can you ask?"

Liu Xingshu frowned and said, "It's just that my state of mind is too narrow. I'm still still in the Nascent Soul Realm that can't be supported by mud... In the entire master's sect, the highest official position is but the lowest level. I think my senior brother is already young and has a high level of knowledge, and I, Liu Xingshu, compared with the senior brother, it's simply worthless."

"Don't belittle yourself, and don't compare yourself with others all the time."

Lin Zhao said: "There must be someone in the world who is better than you. What you, Liu Xingshu, should think about is that you, compared to your self yesterday, whether you are in a better state of mind today, and whether you are more knowledgeable? I have a shallow knowledge, so I can only use this bad words to persuade you."

“Hahaha~~~”

Liu Xingshu smiled bitterly, woke up most of the time, and said, "Thank you, Brother Bai!"

"polite!"

Lin Zhao smiled with a fist and said, "You Liu Xingshu came to the Snowy Tianchi Lake. You did not withhold supplies and wages like other officials. Instead, you were dedicated to supervising the teleportation array and the mountain god temple. I should thank you!"

Liu Xingshu smiled: "Actually, I have calculated the supplies this morning and I can still have a lot left. What do you need? For example, building a restaurant on the snowy Tianchi Lake, building a few rows of barracks, or building a few bridges, etc., can all be done. After all, this group of craftsmen have received wages from the Ministry of Revenue, and the construction period is long. You can do something else in the future."

"OK……"

Lin Zhao couldn't help laughing and said, "Build a few more stone bridges on Baiyu Creek, build some houses in the town, and build some warehouses for the snowy legion to store food, grass, equipment, etc. In the future, when the people in the snowy Tianchi become prosperous, there should be restaurants, shops, bookshops, schools, etc. Anyway, you look at Jian, I believe your vision."

"Um!"

...

Just as the two were chatting, there was something going on in the north. The Ninth Army of the Demon Clan, which was originally stationed on Jiuzhangyuan, slowly retreated northward, leaving a whole piece of Jiuzhangyuan.

"Baizhi."

After Lin Zhao called out, Feng Zhi fell with the wind and said, "Here."

"What's going on over Jiuzhangyuan?"

"The Ninth Army's tent has retreated, but it is not a complete retreat."

Feng Zhi narrowed her beautiful eyes and saw through what was happening behind Xuelin. Her expression became solemn, saying, "It seems... the demon clan sent another military tent, and there were many reserves appearing to make up for the previous war losses of the Ninth Army tent. If nothing unexpected happens, in the future, we will face two military tents and the forces of the 400,000 demon clan army."

"knew."

Lin Zhao nodded. It seems that last time Lin Xingchu and Lin Wanhua rushed to the Snowland Tianchi Lake, cut off the big demon Lubiao, injured the big demon Fu Sheng, and killed two thirteenth realms. The demon clan's ancestor mountain was very shocked. As for the troops sent in the two military tents in front of him, Lin Zhao was not worried. Without the big demon, they would not dare to attack the mountain. In front of Wu Zhi, Mu Zuo, Chu Yu and others, these demon clan troops went up the mountain to seek death, especially Wu Zhi, the eleventh realm sword immortal, and nine demon soul swords, with super powerful monster-brushing ability.

"Baizhi."

Lin Zhao looked at her and said, "Have the tenth demon soul sword started to be re-tempered?"

"Um!"

Wu Zhi raised his left hand and a blood-red sword embryo appeared in front of Lin Zhao. She smiled and said, "Although it is still relatively weak now, I will kill more of the middle and fifth realms of the demon clans, and then use the power of the demon pill to temper it, and it will soon be formed."

"Um!"

...

at the same time.

In the apricot forest in the back mountain, a middle-aged man wearing an ink-green python robe fell into the air. It was Yue Ling, the eleventh realm rain master. He gently opened his five fingers and smiled at a piece of apricot forest: "This is your last chance. Hand over the pen of the military gentry, otherwise... it will be dead!"
Chapter completed!