New Year's Eve.

...

Baidi City is covered with snow, and a large amount of food, clothing, etc. outside the city is transported into the capital. The people in the capital are not allowed to starve to death or freeze to death. This is a holy edict issued by the emperor long ago. Therefore, the first priority of all officials headed by Wenhou is to ensure that everything is normal in the imperial capital. All prefectures and counties can starve all over the world, but Baidi City cannot.

In another day, it will be the fourth cold winter in the world.

Looking upstairs.

The purple-clad stroller went upstairs with a letter from Feiyu, and respectfully delivered the letter to Wenhou.

Wen Hou wore a white fur and long robe, looking a little weak and sickly, and asked, "Is it sent by Tianchi in the Snowland?"

"yes."

Wenhou took a breath of cold air in the snow and immediately coughed violently. He spread the letter, glanced at it, and said, "It was Chen Wanli who sent it. Guess what the old coach proposed?"

"What?"

The purple-clad strategist frowned.

"Issue Lin Zhao."

"Oh?" The purple-clad adviser shook slightly: "What is the enfeoffment of Lin Zhao?"

"The commander of the three armies."

Wenhou smiled slightly: "In this battle, Chen Wanli only supervised the battle on the front line in the name of the palace commander, but there was no marshal. He wanted to give the commander of the entire human race to a young man who was about to be sixteen years old..."

The purple-clothed strategist frowned: "Is Old Scheme Chen too...too hasty?"

"not necessarily."

Wen Shuoyang narrowed his eyes, carefully looked at the letter again, and smiled and said, "The old coach was extremely calm when he wrote this letter, which shows that his idea did not come up suddenly. During this day of preparing for a war, he should have seen that Lin Zhao did have the ability to command the three armies, so he would submit a petition to me."

"What do you think of Junhou?"

Ziyi's adviser said: "It's not really accurate, right? Can a sixteen-year-old boy bear the weight of the human commander?"

"Maybe."

Wen Shuoyang said: "Chen Wanli believes in Lin Zhao, and I believe in Chen Wanli. Chen Laoshuai only has public intentions and no selfishness in his life. He can be said to have dedicated all his passion and ambitions to the Da Shang Temple. I will consider his recommendation."

"Have you considered it?"

"Think about it, it's accurate."

Wen Shuoyang stood up and said, "The sooner Lin Zhao obtained the military power to command the three armies, the better. This will help him to make his real plan and prepare his own strategy. Let's go and follow me into the palace. I want your Majesty to submit a petition. I will draft a holy edict immediately, and take the Yuanrong sword and whip it to the snowy Tianchi."

"Mr...."

The purple-clothed strategist frowned: "Do you really want to bet the whole world on a sixteen-year-old boy?"

"Why can't it?"

Wen Shuoyang smiled and said, "The death situation you are trying to be is often the beginning of your life."

...

evening.

In the camp of the Death Camp, Lin Zhao, Wu Zhi, Luo Yang, Mu Zuo and others were eating a charcoal soup pot in the camp, but no one dared to drink. Since the army stationed in Beishan, the entire army has issued a ban on alcohol. No one except those monks dared to drink.

Just as he was about to finish the meal, a messenger came in and said respectfully: "Mr. Commander, news came from Tianchiling that you would go back to Qian Street after you finish the meal. Mr. Qin from the bookstore wanted to see you."

"Oh, I got it!"

Lin Zhao immediately put down his chopsticks, clapped his hands and said, "You eat more, I'll go back first."

"Um!"

On New Year's Eve, the boy rode his horse and arrived in Tianchi Town late at night. Then he pushed open the gate of the bookstore and saw Qin Suihan standing there, smiling and bowing to him.

Lin Zhao quickly returned the gift, tied the horse to the yard, and said, "Mr. Qin, what are you asking for me?"

"Some things you should know."

Qin Suihan smiled and said, "Today, I want to take you through the years, understand the ins and outs of things, and then ask you something to see how you choose."

"oh……"

The boy was confused.

"Let's go now?"

Qin Suihan stepped forward, raised his hand and pressed the boy's shoulder, and gently pushed him forward. Suddenly, Lin Zhao's eyes flashed in front of him. When he stood firm, there was a vast sea in front of him, just in the middle of the sea, an ancient tree was towering.

"This is?"

"World Tree."

Qin Suihan said: "The spiritual objects that have formed the entire world's Yuan Ling."

Lin Zhao opened his eyes wide, and he could see at a glance that this world tree is composed of countless rules of things, and the power contained in it is far beyond his imagination. So after taking a look, he felt a strong sense of oppression in his heart.

At this moment, the spiritual energy of the World Tree was exhausted and was constantly collapsing, and huge branches fell into the sea.

At the same time, golden figures flashed between the world, constantly competing for the broken branches of the World Tree. Some Dharma phases connected to the world, tens of thousands of meters, and some Dharma phases penetrated into the sea, revealing only a huge palm. In the midst of the struggle, the World Tree became a mess, and there was only a tender golden branch left on the charred and dead tree, which was firmly sealed by the tree roots.

...

Time flies, and another scroll in front of you unfolds. On the top of a mountain, there is one person on both sides of the chessboard. One is Qin Suihan beside Lin Zhao, and the other is a Qingshanke, who is the third senior brother, the legendary military saint.

"The Battle of the Sea of ​​Heavens."

Qin Suihan lost one son and said, "Almost all the saints in the three thousand worlds have participated in the war. The world tree road has been destroyed and collapsed. All the sages are scrambling to grab them. Now there is only one broken branch left. Should we fight for the lower realm?"

The Qingshanke frowned: "In the eyes of the sages in the sky, in the eyes of taboos, sentient beings are just ants. Almost all the masters think that the remaining branches of the World Tree should be left in the upper realm. As for the lower realm, just eat some leftovers and cold roasts. What qualifications are there to transcend the last spiritual branch of the World Tree?"

Qin Suihan shook his head and smiled: "Do you think so too?"

"ha……"

Qingshanke smiled slightly: "If you have anything to say, just say it, don't be circling with me."

"good."

Qin Suihan said: "You are the most capable of fighting. Go to the sea of ​​heaven and take the spiritual branch of the world from the hands of the masters in the sky. I will take this spiritual branch to the earth to protect it for decades, leave that precious luck on the earth, so that sentient beings can have the chance to continue to live. What do you think?"

"Bring the spiritual branches down to the realm?"

Qingshanke smiled and said, "Old Qin, don't blame me for not reminding you. If you really took the spiritual branch to the lower realm and left that majestic fortune in the world, not only Confucianism, Mohism, Taoism, and Buddhism, they will probably have complaints, and you, the Confucian saint, may not have to do it anymore."

"What's the point of being a Confucian saint or not?"

Qin Suihan smiled softly: "After being a Confucian sage for so many years, I always have to do something for the world."

"knew."

The Qingshan Guest stood up and said, "I will take that spiritual branch, but you still have to promise me a condition."

"you say."

"After obtaining the spirit branch, you must plant it on the snowy Tianchi Lake and leave part of your luck to the human holy land. In addition, our Dragon-Speed ​​Sword from the Dragon-Yu lineage is buried in the snowy Tianchi Lake and waiting for someone with destiny. If someone gets it, it means that the opportunity is due to the opportunity. That person is my junior brother or junior sister. Please also ask Mr. Qin to protect the Taoist 1 or 2 on his behalf."

"Can."

Qin Suihan nodded: "One word is certain!"

"One word is certain!"

...

The next moment, another scroll of the long river of time unfolds, is the sea of ​​heavens.

Above the sky, a man walked down with a sword, directly collected the last spiritual branch of the world tree, and smiled and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, everyone, this belongs to me..."

"Ding Muchen!"

Someone yelled: "Does your military ancestral home want to inflict public anger?"

"Damn it!"

A huge figure rose from the bottom of the sea and said, "Just relying on your Ding Muchen, one by one, one sword, to break into the sea of ​​heaven and take away this spiritual branch?"

"What's wrong?"

In the air, the Qingshan Guest held the Fusu Sword in his hand, pointed the sword blade forward, and said, "If you want to do it, just do it. No matter how many masters are attacking today, I, Ding Muchen, take it with you!"

In the scroll, there are swords and shadows.

In the end, the Qingshan Guest was covered in bruises and spitting blood on his mouth, protecting a spiritual branch and walked out of the sea of ​​heaven. Behind him, countless corpses were floating on the sea!

(Note: So now you should understand why Ding Muchen in the extra chapter is so fierce.)

...

"ah……"

Lin Zhao looked at the fighting scene in the scroll and his heart trembled violently. Is that the third senior brother’s real strength? The god kills the god and destroys the saint, how bright is this!

The next moment, the picture turned and turned into the sky above the snowy Tianchi Lake.

A figure fell from the sky. It was Qin Suihan. His body was covered with golden Confucian and Taoist characters, protecting a tender branch in his arms. Behind him, there were sword lights, fist marks, and palm marks falling in the air, constantly hitting Qin Suihan's back, but he received it all, and on his body, strands of golden imperial decree words began to dissipate.
To be continued...