From Fusu Great Wall to Shanhaiguan, Lin Zhao walked for three hundred miles apart, and had a full three days of walking, and finally arrived at this northern pass between the mountains.

In the morning, the Shanhaiguan gate opened.

There are more than ten human caravans outside the pass, each with at least hundreds of people, and there are martial artists or monks from the fifth level of the Central Plains. These caravans are responsible for transporting supplies to the north, to the Great Wall of Fusu, and even to the snowy Tianchi Lake farther away. They are doing a livelihood with their heads tied to their waists. They are risky and have a lot of oil and water, so it is reasonable to spend huge sums of money to recruit several middle-brand followers to kill demons and eliminate demons.

Lin Zhao, a seventh-level martial artist, suppressed his breath at the second level. He was carrying an ancient sword and a centurion sword behind him. In addition, there was a bamboo box that was slightly bloated and heavy along the way. Fortunately, although he had been through the weather along the way, the young man had a good spirit. The seventh-level martial artist and the second-level sword cultivator seemed full of aura.

Take out the pass certificate.

A beautiful defender general glanced at the boy and asked, "Where is the Snowy Tianchi?"

"Um."

Lin Zhao nodded: "Tianchi Army Pioneer Camp."

“Oh~~~”

The beautiful guard smiled and said, "Have you seen my elders?"

“See.”

Lin Zhao smiled and said, "The Young Master Palace Commander is garrisoning troops on Tianchi Ridge. He often sees her going out to camp and running horses."

"Uh-huh!"

The beautiful guard laughed: "Enter the pass, be careful all the way. Now the three northern states are hungry and they are not very stable."

"Thank you!"

When Lin Zhao entered the pass, the furnishings in Shanhaiguan were much better than those in the Fusu Great Wall. After all, it is a major human town. There are all kinds of inns, taverns and cloth shops in the city of Guannei, which are enough for the army. Moreover, from a distance, there are sufficient food and equipment, and there are even giant torch and stone carts under construction.

After all, most of the resources in the entire human race are in the hands of the Da Shang, and they are so rich!

The Great Wall of Fusu and the Snowy Tianchi can only be considered as asking for a bite from the Great Shang Dynasty, and it depends on the expression of people. At this moment, Lin Zhao felt a little sighed.

...

After entering the pass, it was Yunzhou, the largest state in the north of the entire human race. The land under the prefecture was very vast, and most of it was grassland, which was very suitable for horse herding, so it is well known that Yunzhou has a cavalry.

Lin Zhao walked slowly and practiced boxing all the way. The flying sword and bright moon were polished in the sword lake. His whole aura became more and more full. The energy in the spiritual ruins was soaring, as if it was not too far from the sword cultivator's realm.

He is not in a hurry to break through the situation, just let it go.

A day later, the young man carrying the ancient sword came to the depths of Yunzhou.

When he was walking on an official road, he saw a group of hungry people walking on the snow. They entered the depths of the woodland. An old man, Xu Ran, was shaking, and fell to the ground with a staggering breath, venting more than inhaling breath, and was almost out of control. The rest of the people who were walking with him turned a blind eye, and they didn't even look at it. They left and left themselves.

“…”

Lin Zhao rushed over with a quick step, helped the old man up from the snow, gently pressed his palm on the old man's forehead, and after a wisp of gentle true energy was sent in, the old man took a long breath and woke up slowly.

"Hungry?"

Lin Zhao took out a piece of cake from the bamboo box and handed it to the old man.

"ah?!"

The old man's voice was trembling, and he looked at Lin Zhao with a pair of muddy eyes, and said tremblingly: "Thank you... Thank you guy..."

As he said that, he grabbed the pancake and chewed it hard, but after eating less than half of it, the old man seemed to have thought of something, and tore it around the edge of the pancake that he had gnawed, only ate the torn part, and put all the rest in his arms.

He and his family were hungry.

"Old man."

Lin Zhao handed over the water bag, which was kept close to the body, but it was still warm: "Drink some water?"

"oh……"

The old man took the water bag tremblingly, took a sip and returned it to Lin Zhao, and said, "Brother, where are you from? It looks...it doesn't look like our native Yunzhou."

"I'm from the north."

"oh……"

The old man's expression trembled, as if he thought that the boy might have come from the legendary Fusu Great Wall, but he would not have thought that the boy in front of him actually came from a farther place.

Lin Zhao looked at the sickle in the old man's hand and the bamboo basket behind him, and asked, "Old man, what are you... going to do?"

“Mowing the grass…”

The old man sighed and said, "Open the snow, cut the weeds and turfs below, or even dig grass roots under the ground... It has been three years of cold winter, and no crops can grow on the ground. Our Yunzhou is known as 500,000 iron cavalry. These war horses all need to eat grass, but the remaining grass has been eaten. The village chief ordered that every household must go out to shovel snow and mow grass, and must hand over a hundred kilograms of grass every ten days, otherwise..."

He frowned and said, "My two sons are both Iron Cavalry in Yunzhou. The eldest son died in battle a year ago. The second son was recruited not long ago. Now there is a six-year-old grandson in the family. The only one of my old bones can come out to complete the collection of the government's forum."

Lin Zhao felt relieved.

He opened the bamboo box, took out all the big cakes, plus two hangings of bacon, and put them into the old man's backpack, then pressed them with the only little grass, and said, "Old man, you are exhausted, hurry up and go home."

"Brother...how can this..."

The old man knelt down quickly.

Lin Zhao hurriedly helped the old man up and took the official road before he set off. The old man could no longer follow the people, otherwise the big cakes and meat in the backpack would be discovered, and those hungry people would instantly tear the old man to pieces. Moreover, Lin Zhao did not dare to give the old man money. A piece of green fennel might kill his family.

...

Walking along the snow, walking along the way.

In such a huge Yunzhou, Lin Zhao walked through this state for nearly five days and entered the territory of Jeju, which was the capital of the Shang Dynasty, a state where the Baidi City was located.

Jeju is the first of the three most prosperous states in Central China. However, what Lin Zhao saw along the way was still starving and eating, and the corpses that were frozen to death can often be seen on the roadside. So when Lin Zhao passed by a village, he spent ten copper plates to buy a short-handled shovel. He encountered corpses along the way, and they were all digging holes to bury them.

So, along the way to Jeju, wherever the boy passed, there were earthen graves erected in the wilderness, but he didn't know the other party's name, so he did not erect the monument.

On this day, when the rising sun rose, the young man broke through the realm. The third realm of sword cultivation was already a sword cultivation in the realm of Consciousness. I heard that a cultivator of Consciousness has a life span of 100 years. In other words, as long as he enters the realm of Consciousness, as long as he does not seek death, he will definitely live to a hundred years. However, Lin Zhao did not feel happy about this. On the contrary, he didn't care how long he lived, but he just felt that he should live a better life, so that his father and mother in heaven would be happy to look at him.

The next day, we arrived in Baidi City.

A towering city stands on the plain, with surrounding counties and counties protecting it like stars surround the moon.

After entering Baidi City, the starving scene finally disappeared, and replaced by prosperity and bustle. The people in Baidi City all had food and clothes to protect the cold. After all, it was an imperial city. As early as two years ago, Wen Hou had issued strict orders to search for food from all over the world, and it was necessary to ensure that there was sufficient food in Baidi City.

Outside the city, a large number of patrol cavalry appeared. They not only protected the safety of the imperial capital, but also drove away hungry people from other places and did not allow them to gather around the imperial city to cause trouble.

Lin Zhao was wearing a blue shirt, with an ancient sword and a bamboo box behind him. He could tell at first glance that he was a stable martial artist, so no one would expel him. After taking out the pass certificate, he walked all the way into Baidi City without any obstacles.

This Baidi City is not a place for cultivation, so Lin Zhao did not want to travel. On the contrary, he just wanted to return to the Snowy Tianchi as soon as possible. When he passed by Yunzhou, 500,000 Yunzhou Iron Cavalry were recruited. From that moment on, Lin Zhao knew that the north would inevitably change the sky, and most likely would involve the Tianchi Army of the Snowy Tianchi.

The young man inquired all the way and headed straight to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

In front of the Prime Minister's Mansion, a centurion led dozens of soldiers to guard the gate. When he saw the young man carrying an ancient bamboo box sword coming, the centurion frowned and said, "Who is coming?"

Lin Zhao straightened the point: "Snowy Tianchi, Lin Zhao, came to see the command of the Chu Commander, and brought Wen Hou a complete northern geoscience map."

"Gaoke Map?"

The centurion was shocked and knew that this matter must be quite good, so he said in a deep voice: "Please wait here, I will report it to the Lord."

"Yeah, thank you!"

...

Not long after, the centurion returned and led Lin Zhao into the Prime Minister's Mansion. The Prime Minister's Mansion was magnificent and covered a vast area. After Lin Zhao walked for five minutes, he arrived at a pavilion in the middle of the lake. The pavilion was very elegant and simple, in the middle of the lake full of ice and snow. The legendary Wen Hou, Wen Shuoyang, was writing a lilac poem.

"Lin Zhao, Tianchi, Snowland, see Wenhou!"

Lin Zhao clasped his fists and said.

"Um."

Wen Shuoyang smiled slightly: "Lin Zhao, let's see how the words written by this marquis?"

"yes!"

Lin Zhao stepped forward and looked at it. Not to mention how his writing was written, but the line of poems on the snow-white rice paper already made Lin Zhao feel like he fell from the bottom of the valley.

Three fists of the geese passing by the forest, and passing through the Great Wall is like the New Year.

...

Who would this short poem be if it wasn't written about yourself?

Obviously, this sentence spread on the Great Wall of Fusu after Lin Zhao left. Wen Shuoyang, who was the Great Shang Wenhou, even knew about this trivial matter? It can be seen that this Wenhou was really fine, and the spy he arranged was like a big net, and there was no movement in the whole world that could not escape the eyes of this Wenhou.

"I made Wenhou laugh at it!"

Lin Zhao stood there, holding his fists and said.

"Um."

Wenhou turned around, looked at the boy in front of him, and smiled and said, "The weapon is majestic, Chu Huaixi has a good vision."

Lin Zhao was even more nervous, not knowing what else was that this Wenhou didn't know.
Chapter completed!