In the martial arts world, there is a conventional rule, which is not harmful to the family.

The so-called injustice has a head, and the debtor has a master!

This is observed by most martial artists, otherwise everyone ignores the rules, then this martial arts world will be bloody and bloody every day, and there will be no peace.

On the mainland, there is the Temple of the Heavenly Punishment Heaven.

It is to take the meaning of inspecting the common people and enforcing the law on behalf of the sky. They exist not only to suppress the evil heresies of heaven and earth, but also to restrain the warriors.

But the Eastern Spirit Realm is too remote after all.

Not all martial artists will abide by that rule.

Lin Huang didn't know if Jiang Licheng was really going to the Great Xia Dynasty, but even if there was a one-in-10,000 chance, Lin Huang didn't dare to bet.

There was an old man in that city.

Even if he was the former god of war in Great Xia, if he ran into Jiang Licheng, how could he be the latter's opponent. Coupled with the 600,000 soldiers and horses of the Divine General's Mansion, I am afraid that it will be difficult to stop Jiang from leaving the city.

In the Eastern Spirit Realm, Lin Huang was racing all the way, only hoping to return to the Great Xia Dynasty before Jiang left the city.

......

On the official road leading to the Great Xia Dynasty, a bright snow-white carriage slowly moved forward. From sunrise to sunset, the carriage traveled three hundred miles.

In the carriage, there was a coughing sound from time to time, which caused the middle-aged man who was driving the carriage to frown a little. The new carriage I just bought, how could I pull such a sick seedling, it's really unlucky.

In the carriage, a middle-aged Confucian scholar held a yellowed scroll, his spirit was a little sluggish, and he kept coughing, but he looked at the words in the book meticulously.

Beside him, there was a bookcase full of crumpled books.

Although the middle-aged man was dressed in white, he was a little old and looked a little yellow. It looks a little shabby, if it weren't for the constant coughing because of the wind cold, I'm afraid I wouldn't have the luxury of riding in the carriage.

"Excuse me, I don't know how long it will take to get to the Great Xia Imperial City?"

The middle-aged man lifted the curtain and coughed and asked the middle-aged man who was driving the car.

"It's still early, it's getting dark, let's find a place to spend the night. Then we will be on the road again tomorrow, and Mo will be able to reach the Great Xia Imperial City at noon tomorrow!"

The middle-aged man said impatiently.

"Oh......"

The middle-aged scholar's eyes narrowed slightly, and he sat back in the carriage.

After the middle-aged man rushed for another three miles, he suddenly asked, "Judging by your age, you should have taken the exam several times, why haven't you been to the Great Xia Imperial City yet?"

The middle-aged scholar's cough was suddenly choked, and his face flushed and a little embarrassed: "I'm ashamed, I have wasted forty years in my life, and I have taken the exam ten times." I only became a showman for the sixth time, and this time I was fortunate enough to enter the Imperial City to participate in the examination!"

"Then you should be ashamed!"

The middle-aged man nodded, and said with a smug face, "My nephew, he became a Tanhualang after taking the exam twice, it's terrible!"

In the carriage, the middle-aged scholar frowned, as if he was a little jealous.

But I heard the man who drove the car continue, "It's a pity, this kid is a white-eyed wolf, and I beat him up at the beginning." He framed me and locked me up for two years, which is really rebellious!"

"You say that I beat my own brother, is it still wrong?"

The middle-aged man complained and said, with a whip twitching hard, the painful fierce horse rushed out with a stumble, almost throwing the middle-aged scholar out of the frame.

"Your nephew is the dragon and phoenix among people!"

After the middle-aged scholar stabilized his figure, he replied with a shriveled voice, looking a little pedantic, but his frowning brows eased slightly.

"I said you scholars, you really know how to pick time. The test will be after late autumn, and you will run to the imperial city before autumn, this sun is ......"

The middle-aged man chattered and complained.

In the carriage, the middle-aged scholar frowned again.

"But you sick man, you really have to enter the imperial city early. This climate change is too fast, and if you are not careful, you will get seriously ill, it will be difficult to walk, and you will say anything about going to Beijing to take the exam. Even if you die, you have to find a beautiful place, right? How good is this imperial city, there is a miracle doctor when you are sick, and it is still a treasure of feng shui when you die!"

The middle-aged man said with a sigh, as if he was cursing the middle-aged scholar, and he said it heartlessly, but it eased the middle-aged scholar's brows slightly.

Under the setting sun, a carriage of two people drove towards the Great Xia Imperial City.

Until the morning of the next day, when the two of them were still a hundred miles away from the Great Xia Imperial City, the carriage clanged, and there was a jolt, shaking the scroll in the hands of the middle-aged scholar and flying out directly.

"Fuck, that's bad luck!"

Outside the carriage, the voice of a middle-aged man scolding sounded.

"Ahem......"

The middle-aged scholar coughed for a while, and then lifted the curtain of the car, "What's wrong?"

"The wheels are broken!"

The middle-aged man jumped out of the carriage, his brows were squeezed together, and he looked at the middle-aged scholar very unhappily, "It's all your fault that broken box is too heavy, and the carriage can't bear it!"

"My bookcase is less than ten pounds!"

The middle-aged scholar retorted.

"Ten catties is also heavy, anyway, because I carried you, I was dyed with bad luck. This is a new carriage that I bought with ten taels of silver!"

The middle-aged man said arrogantly, "You have to add money!"

"You're blackmail!"

The middle-aged scholar is also anxious, he is also very poor, what extra money is there, take a carriage, and wait until he arrives in the Great Xia Imperial City, I am afraid that he will have to eat half a month's steamed buns.

"How...... Are you still impatient? If it weren't for you, would he have broken my car? Wouldn't it take me time to fix it? Or you can pay the money now and get out of the car and walk yourself!"

The middle-aged man is quite unreasonable.

"You ......"

The middle-aged scholar was furious, looking at the middle-aged man's face with a fierce light, but his momentum weakened, and he gritted his teeth and said concentrically, "Add money, add money, how long will it take to get to the imperial city?"

"It's dusk!"

The middle-aged man grinned, without the slightest hint of his previous fierce light.

The middle-aged scholar thought for a moment, and then silently sat back in the carriage, like a weak stuffy gourd, waiting for the middle-aged man to fix the carriage.

......

At dusk.

In the Divine General's Mansion, Lin Beichen was still lying under the old locust tree, looking embarrassed, but there was a smile on the old face.

On the stone table beside him, there was a middle-aged man, dressed in a dark red round-necked official uniform, with a straight waist, and his face was like a deep-sea reef.

The whole person sat there, very dignified and majestic.

"Little white, ......"

Lin Beichen beckoned, his old and lazy appearance, as if he was calling a dog, which made the corners of the middle-aged man's mouth tremble slightly.

"What do you say is going on with my precious grandson and your little bunny?"

Lin Beichen asked with a smile.

The corners of Bai Pojun's mouth trembled more and more violently, and he said in his heart that the one in your family is the little rabbit cub, but his face is full of smiles, "Old Lin, the dark part of your palm, you know more or less about the affairs of the Eastern Spirit Realm, and your nephew is not allowed to ask you for advice, right?"

Lin Beichen shook his head, "The Great Xia Dynasty is still too remote, how can the news be transmitted so quickly. And that dark part was established by Changtian, so I don't listen to the old man!"

"Isn't there any news from Changtian?"

Bai Pojun frowned and asked, when he didn't start a family back then, he and Lin Changtian were also in the imperial city.

However, since Lin Changtian left the Great Xia Dynasty, for more than 20 years, the two have only met once eighteen years ago, and they have drunk all the wine in his Shangshu Mansion.

"This kid...... Maybe the old man won't be able to see it. You'll live for a few more decades, and maybe you'll see it again!"

Lin Beichen smiled, his face was always a little lonely.

"I'll see, I'll see!"

Bai Pojun comforted him, and handed Lin Beichen a glass of wine, ending the topic. However, Bai Pojun drank a glass of wine by himself, thinking of the little rabbit cub who could roll and walk, but his eyes were red.

"I am friends with your father, and Changtian is also close to you like brothers, and the relationship between Xiaohuang and Xiaopang is also excellent. If the old man leaves, you will be the elder of my Lin family and the Bai family, do you understand?"

Lin Beichen sighed.

Bai Pojun's body shook suddenly, and he only felt countless sourness surging in his heart. Looking up at the old man in the rocking chair again, he finally found that the latter was old.

Since ancient times, famous generals have been like beauties, and they are not allowed to see white heads in the world.

There is no more vigor of the year, and there is no domineering spirit of a spear that broke through the army. All that was left was the deep and shallow wrinkles on the face, covered with wind and frost and longing.

"The last general understands!"

Bai Pojun said solemnly.

"This burden is very heavy, since you understand, I'll leave it to you to pick it up, the old man is a little tired, let's sleep for a while!"

Lin Beichen sighed, slowly closed his eyes, but a tear slipped down from the corner of his eye, as if there was endless sentimentality. The Great Xia God of War, who has been crisscrossing the battlefield for more than 40 years, has finally shed tears in this lonely god general's mansion.

Bai Pojun closed his eyes and sighed, the smile on his face was full of solemnity.

The sun has not set.

Under the old locust tree in the courtyard, when the pot of wine was not finished, a bright snow-white carriage creaked and passed through the gate of the Great Xia Imperial City......

(End of chapter)