Clouds against rain, snow against wind, evening against clear skies.

There was no rain or snow today, clouds and wind, and clear skies.

Under the clear sky, the old man with gray hair and a military uniform had blazing eyes, and behind him, the majestic and vast vitality rose and fell, and he couldn't return to calm for a long time.

Both the Star Evil and the Eternal Night had seen similar visions, and they knew that it was a supreme method that could only be used by cultivators of the Shang Xian Realm.

Bai Zhu's father, the feather general Fujinomiya of Shang Xian's lower realm, finally rushed here at the last moment by urging the heaven and earth oven.

"The old general came fast enough. Mo Lin carried the knife back on his shoulder, looked with interest at the comrade who had entered the battlefield with him seventeen years ago, and thought of what was about to happen, and his heart was full of mixed feelings.

Fujinomiya didn't look at his son who was moaning on the ground, he knelt on one knee, clenched his fists and said in a deep voice: "The general's previous words, the last general has heard it, and the matter is serious, and I hope that the lord will see it." ”

"Mingcha? What your son-in-law thinks in his heart, I know at a glance that the old general has been in the army for so many years, and he will not break my iron law of a twilight soldier. ”

"The last general returned from the Cangyang battlefield, dying of old age, busy with cultivation and poor discipline for all these years, so he allowed such an evil obstacle. Fujinomiya said sadly: "It's just that I am such a son, and I hope that my lord will serve the country for many years, and allow my son to repay his father's debts, and the last general is willing to follow the example of the general who was tempered back then, serve the country with his body, and die on the battlefield." ”

Hearing this, Mo Lin glanced at Bai Zhu lightly, and said in a tone that couldn't hear joy and anger: "You have a good father. ”

"Father, no!" Bai Zhu forced himself to calm down, searching for a life-saving straw in his mind, suddenly he thought of something, and shouted happily: "I came here to be ordered by the Ministry of War, and Lord Ye Honglie of Shangshu has also seen it, even if it is dealt with according to military law, I will be escorted back to Apocalypse City for another trial......

"Evil barrier, shut up!" Before Bai Zhu finished speaking, Fuji Gong jumped like thunder, and the old general was really angry, and Bai Zhu's chest was stirred and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Fujimiya never expected that his talented and intelligent son would not only have no intention of repenting, but would also say such stupid things. Although the military department is nominally responsible for the transfer of soldiers and horses at sunset, the military power of the twenty-eight states is actually in the hands of eight dragon generals, Bai Zhu's remarks are tantamount to challenging the supreme authority of the dragon generals on behalf of the military department.

What's more, Ye Honglie, the current secretary of the Ministry of War, is the father of Generalissimo Ye Qixian and the uncle of Ming Zhe. Ming Zhe, who was standing beside Mo Lin, had a blue face, and he couldn't wait to go up and tear Bai Zhu's mouth.

"Heh, I found the backing stone of the Ministry of War, I Mo Lin won't count when he speaks, right, when will he be able to pee on my neck?" Mo Lin's tone was still steady, but the words were like a hammer knocking on people's hearts, knocking on the hearts of the heart, after all, he was the pillar of the empire, after all, he was the Eight Dragon General, because he had absolute strength, he didn't leave any room for speaking.

Fujimiya knew that the words had come to this, and there was no room for maneuver, he took a deep breath, his eyes were red, he peeled off his armor one by one, folded it in front of him very seriously, and kowtowed to Mo Lin: "Bai Zhu is innocent of death, I just ask the adults to be able to spare some time, let this evil obstacle leave a descendant, and continue my bloodline, once the child is born, I will personally take the life of this beast." ”

"If the enemy wants to kill you on the battlefield, will he give you a chance to leave a bloodline, has your son ever given those dead soldiers a chance to leave a bloodline?

With two muffled sounds, Bai Zhu's head and body fell to the ground at the same time, Fujimiya patted the dust off his clothes, and got up silently, he didn't say anything, and he didn't look at the corpse behind him, as if it was a person who had nothing to do with him.

The winter wind suddenly made a noise, blowing up the old man's rough cloth clothes, and also blowing off the cloth belt he used to tie his hair, so that the white hair danced wildly in the wind, and people looked at the flamboyant white, and felt that it was so dazzling.

Losing a child in old age, even if the son is heinous, is a sad thing for parents after all.

"Find a righteous son with a pure nature and cultivate it well, even if I don't make a move, your son will become a climate in time, and it will cause chaos to the dynasty and connect you. ”

"Bai Zhu's death is self-inflicted. I have a clear distinction between public and private in the vine palace, adults behead my children according to the law, I have nothing to say, today I resign from my armor and resign, my life savings can be confiscated, and the court has cultivated kindness for decades. It's just that when I come back, as a father, I will ask everyone present for an explanation. ”

Fujimiya's charcoal-like bright eyes looked around, and those who were scanned by him felt that the blood in their bodies was boiling and boiling, as if there was a dryness to set their bodies on fire: their hearts were beating violently, trying to break through their chests, and their faces were flushed, as if they could ooze blood. It's not just ordinary soldiers, the more advanced the realm of cultivators, the more obvious the reaction, Ming Zhe and Fujimiya, who were standing next to him, glanced at each other, and the nosebleed was like a winding little snake dripping down, and the blood dripped to the ground, and a wisp of green smoke actually rose.

Calmly, Mo Lin, who was not moving at all, had no expression, and said: "You go to Cangyang, I won't stop you, but if you want to come back to seek death, then it's no wonder to me." I know that you can't wait to cut me with a thousand knives, and that the Apocalypse will hold a martial arts conference soon, and if you can ascend to the position of dragon general at that time, I will pay you with my life. ”

At the martial arts conference, he ascended to the position of dragon general, and Mo Lin's words made the audience in an uproar. Even though Fuji Gong is a cultivator of the Shang Xian Realm, and General Yu, who is beyond the reach of ordinary people, is a figure who can be called a legend, it is still 108,000 miles away from the eight dragon generals who symbolize the peak combat power of the empire.

"General Xie is gracious. Fujinomiya seemed to accept Mo Lin's proposal, retracted his gaze, turned around and walked in the direction of the border, and everyone with red faces was relieved, and they were all gasping for breath in place, feeling that the winter air was so cool for the first time.

After Fujinomiya left, Ming Zhe said worriedly: "If the adults let go of General Fujinomiya, won't they raise tigers?"

"A cultivator in the lower realm of Shang Xian, even if he is given a year, he will not be able to reach the upper realm. Eternal Night said.

Mo Lin sighed, shook his head and said: "You don't know, this Fujinomiya general has a miserable background, his parents were bullied when he was young, and he died in front of him, he and his brother depended on each other, and later his brother worked under someone else's house, and was beaten to death by the evil young man, he joined the army alone, this old general entered the Tao with hatred, every time a comrade died in the battle of Cangyang, his cultivation improved a lot, and when the war ended, he was already a legendary cultivator in Shangxian Realm. In the future, when the world is peaceful and prosperous, it will be difficult for his realm to improve. Now that Fujimiya's only son died at my hands, the power of the ability 'boiling blood' that I just exerted must have been felt by you, and it is estimated that I have reached the threshold of the middle realm of Shangxian, if I kill him here, he will fight with the mentality of burning jade, and it is not impossible for you to explode and die, so I can only appease him first. ”

Mo Lin rubbed his eyebrows in distress, and then said: "In the future, let's talk about it later, if I am slaughtered at the martial arts conference, I can only say that my skills are not as good as others, and I can't blame others." ”

Before I knew it, it was almost noon, and the battle outside the gate, which was enough for the teahouse to chat for more than half a year, came to an end. No matter how loud the movement outside the city wall was, the people living in Shuanglian Town were unaware.

Under the command of Ming Zhe, the two tied commanders were punished painlessly, and they led their men and horses back, and the soldiers of the border guards returned to their positions, so only Mo Lin and his party plus Ruonan were left outside the city.

Mo Lin originally thought that the mayor of Shuanglian Town would go out of the city with a huge number of officials to greet him, who wanted to wait for a long time but didn't even see a figure, the star evil They didn't know what Mo Lin was thinking, but when he still had something to solve, he also accompanied him to stay outside the city in a daze.

Xu Wei understood that the mayor probably wouldn't come out, Mo Lin coughed a little embarrassed twice, and asked, "The three boys have been tossing all morning, are they hungry?"

"I've been hungry for a long time. Ming Zhe patted Yongye on the shoulder and said, "This is your territory, I heard that there is a teahouse where peanuts and rice are paired with their own self-brewed baogu wine, which has made many soldiers full of praise." ”

"It's also a storyteller's story to be called enjoyment. Yongye thought of the teahouse he frequented, and it hadn't been more than a month since he frequented, and suddenly, he remembered another thing, and asked Xingxie: "By the way, how did you arrange it, junior brother? That little cub is very dishonest, don't let him cause trouble, you have to find someone to discipline him well." ”

Xing Xie nodded and replied: "The letter that asked me to come to Yaque Ridge this time was written by the junior brother, and the first thing I did after I came to Shuanglian Town was to look for him, senior brother rest assured, everything was arranged, and I would like to thank Miss Ruonan." ”

Ruonan covered his mouth and chuckled when he heard this.

"What are you laughing at?" said Eternal Night strangely.

"The little guy lives with my father, and he really meets the nemesis. In addition to taking care of government affairs, my talented father finally found some joy in life and fulfilled his wish to be a teacher. Ruonan explained: "Your little junior brother's handwriting is really not flattering. ”

At this time, in a small courtyard planted with pine and bamboo in Shuanglian Town, the middle-aged man with gorgeous hair on his temples and a thin figure was looking at the child who was writing on the desk, although the years had left indelible marks on his face, but he could still see the delicate appearance of his youth.

The ten-year-old child had a sad face, puffed out his pink cheeks, stroked one stroke at a time, and still had words in his mouth.

"The widow is helpless, and the relatives are beside him. The word 'pan' here is not the rebellion of a traitor. The man reminded aloud.

When the child heard this, he slammed the pen in his hand on the table in some anger, making a crisp sound of "pop".

"Isn't it the meaning of betrayal, with a side word that can't be typed with eight poles, I think most of it is a mistake written by the ancients. ”

"It's called a fake word, and there is indeed a possibility that the ancients wrote it wrongly, but that doesn't mean that what you wrote is right. The man replied.

"He made a mistake, and I helped him fix it, and if he had knowledge, he would have thanked me. The kid grimaced.

"Nonsense, how can you change the classics that have been passed down for thousands of years? Needless to say, this sentence has been rewritten ten times. ”

"What's the matter, old man, I'm afraid you're deliberately manipulating me. The child screamed and stood on the stool, like a little tiger that pounced on people.

The man turned his back, took a few more books from the bookcase, and continued:

"Twenty times. ”