Becoming a Sage Starts From Condensing the Essence of Time

Chapter 217: Five Realms After the Fifth Realm, Observing the Bodhisattva’s Tonsure (1)

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Tens of thousands of people roared in unison, their roars shattering the rain. Cold raindrops were blasted into powder, blurring all the scenery on the mountain path.

The horses neighed in fear. The expressions of the Golden Guards Generals sitting on the horses immediately changed. They did not expect such a situation to happen.

Weren’t the Upper Pillar General, the Nation Supporting General and the Nation Suppressing General dispatched to cooperate with them in order to capture this young man who was rebellious in the White Jade Square and dared to slash the palm of the Great Zhao’s Emperor?

A proud top scholar had fallen to become a rebellious youth.

The carriage drove over unevenly. It was the Lin family’s carriage. On the carriage cover, an old man in plain clothes held a saber.

Saber qi spread out from the golden saber, and the wind and rain on the mountain seemed to be frozen at this moment, no longer pouring into the mortal world.

Admiration appeared on the face of the Upper Pillar General, Liu Guanshi. As an official who had experienced the Great Zhao’s southward migration battle, he knew very well what price the Lin family and the Old Imperial Uncle in front of him had paid in that battle.

Five hundred years passed, bringing with it the silence of hot blood. However, those once glorious deeds would not disappear. They were like thick historical books that recorded the past that made one’s blood boil.

Even though many people had been eroded by Lin’an’s prosperity and had forgotten their former magnificence and hot blood, there would still be people who would believe in the residual heat contained in the blood.

Liu Guanshi, the Upper Pillar General, was such a person.

In the carriage, the sunset rain slanted. Old Imperial Uncle Zhao Huangting raised his saber and looked at Liu Guanshi of the Upper Pillar General, who had stabbed his saber into the ground. He raised his fist and smashed it into his chest, causing water to splash.

A smile appeared on Zhao Huangting’s lips.

He still remembered that back then, Liu Guanshi was still a young official with thick lips on the migration ship. In the blink of an eye, he had already become the commander of the Upper Pillar who had contributed greatly.

Unfortunately, the current Great Zhao could not bear to see the slightest bit of bravery.

An existence like Liu Guanshi could only have his blood frozen and his magnificence buried.

Some of the ten thousand soldiers behind him actually did not know Zhao Huangting, who had been silent for 500 years, but they knew the carriages of the Lin Residence and the loyal and brave deeds of the Lin Residence. How could the soldiers not have heard of them?

With the Upper Pillar General Liu Guanshi as an example, these soldiers inexplicably felt the residual warmth of blood surging.

The 10,000-strong army moved to the side, making way for a strict, empty road that was baptized by the storm.

The swaying Lin carriage drove on the main road like this. Under the beating of the chest of countless armored soldiers, it slowly disappeared into the rain.

They were watching the legend leave, and also watching the last of Great Zhao’s hot blood wither.

Lin’an Prefecture.

In the Imperial City that was enveloped in the rain.

In the Imperial Study.

The cup filled with wine was ruthlessly smashed to the ground and shattered. The rich wine, Drunken Flowing Clouds, which was filled with spiritual energy, directly spilled all over the ground and steamed.

“I asked him to arrest them, not let them go!”

When Emperor Zhao learned of the situation outside the Sixth Mountain, his anger immediately spread like thick ink dripping into a clear pool.

Eunuch Tong was dressed in a purple robe. He stood quietly in a corner of the Imperial Study. At this moment, it was best for him not to make a sound.

After a long time, Emperor Zhao calmed down and sat on the chair again. After thinking for a long time, he picked up his brush and began to write on the white paper.

The carriage kept bumping, but An Le, who was in the carriage, was excited.

Looking at the deafening roar, An Le, who was originally prepared for a huge battle, realized that things were not developing in a bad direction.

Old Imperial Uncle held a Storm Calming and sat on the top of the carriage. He made tens of thousands of people abandon their sabers and turn to the side to make way for them, making a flat path for them.

An Le had mixed feelings.

It was not that the Great Zhao army did not have hot blood, but what they lacked was a medium to ignite their hot blood.

The nobles who were holed up in Lin’an had long been worn away by the glamor and pleasure. The blood of the soldiers naturally could only turn cold.

The reason why Great Zhao could rely on the Blue Wave River to block the attack of the Yuan Meng Empire for 500 years was definitely not because of any natural chasm. It was not because of the royal family of Great Zhao, but because of every hot-blooded soldier on the battlefield of the Blue Wave River.

Old Imperial Uncle returned to the carriage and handed Storm Calming to An

Le with disinterest. He leaned against the carriage, deep in thought.

An Le put Storm Calming back into the sheath and didn’t say anything. The carriage was silent, and only the faint sound of rain hitting the roof was heard.

Lin Qingyin was a very quiet girl to begin with. Facing An Le, who was now a teacher, she was naturally obedient and quiet.

She was respectful to Old Imperial Uncle from the bottom of her heart, so she did not speak.

An Le did not speak either. He only rubbed the handle of Storm Calming with his palm, as if he could still feel the aftershock of the saber qi in the long saber.

Finally, the 10,000-strong army behind them could no longer be seen.

Only the horses were left pulling the carriage and driving in the rain. The wheels rolled over the waterhole, splashing water into an arc.

After driving for an unknown distance, Lin Zhuifeng rode her horse domineeringly. She kept whipping the reins, perhaps to vent all her frustration in Lin’an.

Suddenly, Lin Zhuifeng pulled the reins and the horse raised its front hooves high, splashing mud and water.

An Le, who was sitting upright in the carriage, slowly opened his eyes.

“Since an old friend is sending me off, I’ll go and see him..”

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