Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman Chapter 703: Come back
Jung Sang-ryong wants to cry.
The kind that burst into tears.
When I came to Fengyu Xingsheng this time, I clearly read the almanac and asked about the hexagrams in the temple.
The hexagram shows: good luck.
As a result, now he actually wants to accompany this lunatic to die in the Hai Clan camp—this is not going to negotiate a peace, it is clearly going to die.
Because Lin Beichen, a lunatic, said that negotiating peace is risky, and you need to be cautious when going out of the city. He is willing to take risks for the sake of thousands of people in the city. As a result, many people are moved. But the problem is, are you willing to take risks? , why are you dragging me? Have you ever asked my opinion?
And, what's even more damning, this bastard, riding a white horse himself, made me walk on two feet?
I am a dignified and powerful person at the head of the capital, so I have no face?
"I rode a white horse through the three passes. I changed into plain clothes and returned to the Central Plains. I left Xiliang and no one cares about me. I only think about Wang Baochuan..."
Lin Beichen held a long whip in his hand, shaking his head and humming in a low voice.
Who is Wang Baochuan?
What is Xiliang?
Where is the Central Plains?
Zheng Xianglong pricked up his ears to listen, and there were many small question marks in his head.
"A real celebrity."
On the city wall, Feixue looked at Lin Beichen's back for a moment, and couldn't help admiring.
Everyone agrees.
With my own strength, I can carry the comfort of Zhaohui City.
For fear that the peace talks would be in danger, I only brought Zheng Xianglong along, and didn't let others take risks.
What do we usually call this kind of person?
This wave is about "morality and righteousness shouldered by iron shoulders, the soul of the country casted by silver swords".
Is this the true sentiment of Lin Beichen who was misrepresented as a brain-dead bankrupt?
Tears.
A group of top bosses stood behind the female wall, looked over the crenel, and looked at Young Master Lin's mountain-like back, all immersed in emotion.
Cracked snowflakes are flying every now and then.
The weather is extremely cold, and when you open your mouth and exhale, it becomes white mist.
The Sea Clan camp in the distance looks like a ferocious ancient beast, hovering tens of miles away like a dragon and a tiger. The deep black lead cloud covers a large area of the sky, projecting on the ground. There are large patches of dark shadows, as if it is an abyss of darkness.
This big camp, since its appearance, has brought disaster and depression to the entire Zhaohui City.
In the hearts of all human beings, that is the source of fear.
No one has ever dared to go there alone.
Even the most elite scouts in the city only dared to look at the camp from a distance, and did not dare to approach it at all.
The darkness has engulfed many powerful human races.
Except for Lin Beichen.
This Tianjiao from Yunmeng City has been there more than once.
Today, he went again.
It's so touching.
Under the gaze of countless gazes, Lin Beichen, who was riding a white horse, led Zheng Xianglong, who was shivering, into the darkness in the distance.
In the cold winter, everyone is waiting.
Words spread throughout the city.
More and more soldiers climbed to the top of the city, overlooking the Sea Clan camp.
There is a master who started a live broadcast on the top of the city.
In the great city of Zhaohui, large screens of mysterious crystals were turned on.
The picture is always frozen in the distant view of the Sea Clan camp.
Countless city residents watched quietly in front of the big screen, clasped their hands together and prayed in their hearts.
Some people also came to the foot of the temple and prayed to the great Lord of Swords, hoping that this **** who had protected the empire for hundreds of years would appear again and protect the greatest warrior in Windwhisper Province.
In the Yunmeng camp, countless people prayed devoutly.
"Young Master Lin will return safely..."
The high-level executives of the camp stared at the large Xuanjing screen that had been temporarily erected.
"The young master will win."
Qianqian waved her small fist, and tightly held Qianqian's palm with her other hand.
The palms of the two girls were sweating.
Tang Tian was holding a notebook in his hand, he didn't know what he was thinking of, he was scribbling and writing, and he wrote several articles in a short time...
Boss Yang and the others, with tense faces turning pale, were with many poor brothers, knelt on the ground in the most pious posture ever, kowtowed, prayed, and looking around, there was darkness outside the Yunmeng Camp In one piece, everyone was kneeling on the ground, as if it was a sea of human heads, stretching as far as the eye could see.
All refugees, all who have lost their homes, who have felt hunger and despair, are praying.
Pray and bless the person who brought them hope and light to come back alive.
Otherwise, they will fall into endless darkness and suffering again.
On Temple Mount.
Archbishop Mochizuki pushed open the door of the temple, and carried breakfast to the depths of the hall.
"Mian Xia? Mian Xia? Huh? Where is Mian Xia?"
The hall is empty.
At this time on weekdays, Mianxia must be in the palace, lying lazily and weakly on the bed, looking very tired, presumably because the practice is too hard, and it takes at least half a day to recuperate before he can recover, but Not here today?
What's going on?
Archbishop Mochizuki sensed carefully that there was no aura of His Majesty in the entire Temple Mountain.
Moreover, she was also surprised to find that the [Sword Armor] hanging deep in the temple had disappeared.
Where did the crown go?
In his mind, Archbishop Mochizuki vaguely thought of something.
…
At the same time.
Ling Mansion.
"Ouch, auntie, grandma, take it easy, you're about to pluck out grandpa's beard..."
Ling Taixu was angry and helpless.
"Hurry up and help Brother Chen..."
Early morning urged.
Ling Taixu said helplessly: "How can I help? I'm just an old man with kidney deficiency who is obsessed with women. I can still fight in the Sea Clan camp. That brat wants to be a hero. As soon as Chong Guan is angry and becomes a beauty, let him go to die..."
"I don't care, you old man, my elder brother Chen took the risk because of you, you go..."
Dawn stamped his feet.
"You are going to send grandpa to die, you are inhumane, for the sake of your little lover, you actually make things difficult for me, a poor old man..." Ling Taixu said helplessly.
Xinchen said: "You are a bad old man, you are not going to die, I know...you go."
Ling Taixu had no choice but to put on his pajamas and escape from the house, saying: "Okay, okay..."
After thinking about it in the early morning, she stood on tiptoe and tiptoedly tried to escape from the room.
"Where are you going? Stop."
Qin Lanshu appeared.
In the early hours of the morning, he had a bitter face.
"You have just recovered, and you still want to use that power? You don't want to live anymore?"
Qin Lanshu said with a serious face: "Go back."
"Mother..."
A look of pleading appeared on Chen Chen's delicate face.
Qin Lanshu said with a sullen face, "Okay, don't worry...he won't die."
Start in the early morning, he seemed to realize something immediately, and said in disbelief: "Mother, you..."
Qin Lanshu snorted and said, "The Ling family owes him."
…
In the major districts of Zhaohui Great City, there are also countless people kneeling on the ground.
In Zhaohui City, there has never been such a moment of unity as it is now.
Even those who hated Lin Beichen to the bone on weekdays hoped that he could come back alive.
After all, if he dies, the entire Zhaohui City will be finished.
There are no eggs under the overturned nest.
Time passes.
Sunrise and sunset.
The setting sun dyed the sky red.
Everyone's heart is anxious like a fire.
"Look, someone is coming out."
Xiao Ye suddenly said loudly.
Everyone looked in the direction of the Sea Clan camp.
I saw between the sky and the earth, under the setting sun, a white horse and a young man came slowly.
Behind the boy on a white horse, followed a timid and wretched man.
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There is one more.