"In the ten years of the Great Tribulation, many newborn Confucians came out one after another, and won a great reputation on the battlefield, I heard that my uncle was a great Confucian thirteen years ago, why haven't I seen him go out to fight all these years?" Xiao Boyu said with some excitement.

The war years were heartbreaking.

But for some, it's also desirable.

Xiao Boyu was brought up by Li Yao since he was a child, his temperament was naturally influenced by his mother, he is quite upright, and he is also quite eager to make contributions, he yearns to cross the battlefield, protect his homeland, and win the reputation of the world.

He wants to be an iron-clad and righteous hero, so he has been writing books since he was a child, and now he is only thirteen years old and is already a three-star writer, which can also be called talented.

But in his cognition, the uncle who everyone respects is very different from the image of the big hero he yearns for.

Every day when I sleep, I don't see him writing books, he looks lazy all day long, and he doesn't appear on the battlefield once, but Uncle Zhang He often goes out to fight.

This made Xiao Boyu very incomprehensible.

He repeatedly persuaded his uncle to go out and not to stay in the palace all the time, but he would get his uncle to know lazily.

Then this uncle should still eat, sleep, and sleep, not at all like what a great Confucian should be.

"Boyu, your uncle has his own plans, you go to read a book first, and I'll call you to eat later. Li Yao said bitterly.

Xiao Boyu was silent for a moment, then turned around and walked into his study.

Li Yao breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time, a hint of thought appeared.

In fact, she was also very curious about why Li Lin didn't go out to fight, since the first year of the Great Tribulation, in the thirteen years, Li Lin only took Shen Lingyue out once in the sixth year of the Great Tribulation.

The rest of the time was spent in the palace.

Thinking of this, Li Yao suddenly thought of something.

In the sixth year of the catastrophe, it seems that Ah Xing was born.

And since then, Shen Lingyue has not returned to the palace.

"What's going on outside?" Li Yao muttered to herself. She spent thirteen years in the palace, and she was actually a little uncomfortable, but the war was tight, and it was impossible for her to go out at will as an ordinary person.

She has only two things in her hopes now.

One is to raise his son Xiao Boyu as an adult.

The second is to hope that her husband Xiao Mo will come back soon.

Thinking of Xiao Mo, Li Yao sighed unconsciously.

。。。

That night, something happened in the palace.

This matter may not be a big deal for the palace as a whole, but for Li Yao, it is a big deal!

"Li Lin, get up for me, get up for me!" Li Yao rushed into Li Lin's study and picked up Li Lin, who was sleeping on the table.

Li Lin woke up suddenly, and immediately said with sleepy eyes: "Sister."

What are you doing here?"

Li Yao looked anxious, and gasped for several breaths before exclaiming, "Bo Yu...... Boyu is gone!"

"Boyu?" Li Lin yawned and said lazily, "He should have gone for a walk by the pond behind the palace." ”

"No, I've looked for it all! I asked the Forbidden Dragon Guard to help me look for him, but I couldn't find him!" Li Yao was so anxious that she was about to cry.

No matter how strong she usually is, the only son is missing, and there is still a war outside, this mother is inevitably anxious.

Li Lin scratched his head, a little speechless, wanting to say why does that little kid like to cause trouble?

"Where's Zhang He?"

"I haven't come back yet. ”

"What about Su Ning?"

"I'm still studying with Lord Zuowu. ”

Li Lin could only sigh when he heard this, why were those two guys not there.

"Alright, I'll go and bring Poyu back. Li Lin stood up helplessly.

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Xiao Boyu ran away overnight in order to achieve his ideal - to be a big hero who stands up to the sky!

Thirteen-year-old boys, seriously speaking, are almost the age of the second year of secondary school, so Xiao Jiazi has no hesitation.

At this time, Wu Jingyue was scarce, although the city gates were strictly controlled during the war, but Xiao Boyu, as a three-star writer, wanted to hide from those ordinary guards and go out of the city.

What he didn't know was that there was actually a great Confucian of the royal family stationed next to the eight gates of Wujing, but after the great Confucian found out that Xiao Boyu was just a three-star writer, he didn't stop him and went with him.

Xiao Boyu came out of Wujing, looking at the vast world, full of passion almost roared down his throat!

He's been living in the palace for thirteen years, and now he's finally out!

Samsung's writer may be able to walk without hindrance in peacetime, but in wartime he is actually a small shrimp, but Xiao Boyu doesn't think so.

He is very confident that he will be able to be promoted to the Great Confucian within five years, and in these five years, he will wander to the edge of the battlefield, fight for a little fame first, and then become famous in a battle when he is promoted to the Great Confucian!

Make contributions, this is what a good man should yearn for!

Xiao Jiazi clenched his fists, and at the same time thought of his uncle who slept all day in the palace, and shook his head unconsciously.

"I see that my uncle has been abolished, and I can't be like him after I become a great Confucian. ”

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Although it was in the war period, Wu Jing was also a military town in the world of writing books and creating heavens, and the enemies of the extraterritorial camp were basically rarely approached, and the number of attacks in the past thirteen years was very few, so Xiao Boyu walked for three days and still couldn't see the enemies outside the territory, and none of the battlefields were near here.

On the contrary, there are many homeless refugees along the way, Kei

With righteous and awe-inspiring belief, Xiao Jiazi helped many refugees at the beginning, but after three days, there was not much left of the entanglement on his body.

"Come to think of it, Uncle Zhang He seems to have gone to support the battle of Chenghu Academy, otherwise I will go in the direction of Chenghu Academy first?" Xiao Boyu muttered.

Chen Shuyuan, the director of Chenghu Academy, was besieged by foreign powerhouses last year, that is, in the twelfth year of the catastrophe, and finally managed to break out of the siege, but he was also seriously injured and had to return to Chenghu Academy to recuperate. Since then, the territory has increased its firepower to attack Chenghu Academy, and in a year, the war in Chenghu Academy has been tense repeatedly, and Zhang He has also gone to support many times.

About a week ago, the territory launched another attack on Chenghu Academy, and Zhang He went to support the war without stopping after hearing the news.

"Okay! Let's go to Chenghu Academy first! Although it is also a battlefield, the scale of the war should not be large compared to the south. Xiao Boyu made a decision.

To be honest, Uncle Zhang He has always been a person he respects very much, and I heard that he is a student of his uncle, but he is much more competitive than his uncle!

In the eighth year of the catastrophe, Zhang He was successfully promoted to the Great Confucian, and as soon as he got out of the customs, he went to the southern book guarding clan. You must know that since the first year of the Great Tribulation, the south has always been a place for extraterritorial key attacks, and it is also a battlefield with the largest scale of war, and strong people are falling all the time!

However, Zhang He stayed in the south for two years, and it is said that he killed thousands of foreign powerhouses, and finally returned unharmed, which also shocked the entire Zhou kingdom at that time.

I heard that the current emperor Xue Qingsheng had strongly invited Zhang He to join the imperial family's Forbidden Dragon Guard as the commander, but Zhang He refused.

The name Zhang He still makes outsiders dare not underestimate it, as long as there is a battlefield where Zhang He appears, it will be compared to the specifications of Shen Cige when he appeared on the stage, and the outside world will definitely send corresponding strong people to fight.

To tell the truth, Zhang He's current fame is far greater than that of his teacher Li Lin, but Zhang He is still respectful to his teacher, and this matter has also been passed down as a beautiful conversation.

Only Xiao Jiazi was puzzled by this, in his opinion, Uncle Zhang He was much more powerful than his uncle.

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The distance between Chenghu Academy and Wujing is not short, and Xiao Boyu's spiritual book is not suitable for rushing, of course, for him, time is not important, he was originally going to experience this time.

On this day, he passed through a town called Streamer City, which was the location of Streamer Academy.

Streamer Academy, in the third year of the Great Tribulation, was formed by the merger of Qianshan Academy, Liuwang Academy and Changhua Academy, and the president was Sima Liuguang, the grandson of the famous Confucian Sima Qiu.

Sima Liuguang was not promoted to Confucianism until the eleventh year of the Great Tribulation, and compared with other Tianjiao, he was a bit of a "late bloomer", but Sima Liuguang's strength was also good, and after several wars, he could be regarded as beating the reputation of Streamer Academy. Some people even said that when the war is over, the Streamer Academy may have a chance to replace the Purple Bamboo Forest Academy or the Netherworld Academy as the new five major academies.