As they traveled, Lin Feng and Di Yu traversed thousands of miles of mountains and arrived at a very ordinary small town.
"Where is this..." Di Yu looked around curiously. "Sir, there was no city here before... It's probably a newly expanded city after the world's advancement."
The Tang Dynasty changes every century, and even though he often observes the changes in the surrounding areas, he dares not say that he knows everything.
Lin Feng stepped off the Soul Car and gazed at the bustling city gate. Just as he was pondering, a faint spiritual sense propelled him toward the city.
"Xiaochengguan?"
The crisis lurking before us is not just a crisis; it also seems to possess a certain spiritual allure.
As they approached the small town, a white-robed official appeared at the city gate. He turned around and looked them over with a curious gaze: "Are you new to this small town? Would you like me to give you an introduction?"
Di Yu's wary gaze suddenly went blank, and a wisp of energy that instantly calmed his mind quietly swept through his heart.
"The most holy one!"
"No, even stronger than the Supreme Saint!"
Di Yu's heart skipped a beat, and just as he was about to remind Lin Feng, Lin Feng grabbed his shoulder and said casually, "The journey must have been boring. Why don't we sit down and chat?"
"please."
The official extended his hand in invitation and led the group to the table and chairs next to the city gate.
"How shall I address you?" The official bowed with both hands and then said, "My name is Luo Binwang."
Luo Binwang?
Lin Feng's gaze changed, and he had already made some guesses about the other party's identity. How could a literary cultivator who could naturally exude a righteous aura be simple?
Legend has it that the poem "Ode to the Goose" was written when he was seven years old.
“I have no name or surname. You can call me a participant, or you can call me whatever you like,” Lin Feng replied as he sat down. Di Yu and the others behind him walked to another table on their own.
"Then I'll call you Suibian (meaning 'whatever')." Luo Binwang was familiar with the participants and had gotten used to it; there were quite a few participants who were called Suibian.
As Luo Binwang sat opposite Lin Feng, a soldier guarding the city brought tea and placed it in front of each of them.
Luo Binwang took a small sip, his gaze fixed on the passersby, and suddenly said, "Xiaochengguan was originally a desert border town, nameless and faceless like you. When I first came here, it happened to be during a foreign invasion, and half of the soldiers in the town died."
“That day, all the water in the city had run out. In order to help them, I went around the surrounding area by myself and dug up all the places that looked like they had water.”
As Lin Feng listened, he vaguely saw a scene from the past, and he chimed in, "A lonely city in the desert, it's not easy to defend it, and it's not easy to survive."
“Survival is difficult, yet also simple,” Luo Binwang said wistfully. “The river water east of the capital is more than enough to drink, but here, even urine is precious.”
"However, the world has advanced, and you all have plenty of water to drink now." Lin Feng picked up his tea, smelled its aroma, and slowly swallowed a sip. "The alien races have also been driven away."
"What good is having water to drink? They've never actually had any water to drink..." Luo Binwang said, word by word, and put down the teacup he had raised. "I've been stationed here for 173 years. Five generations of soldiers have come and gone, but this place is still a border town. We don't lack water, but we do lack food."
Lin Feng suddenly spoke up: "You want to rebel?"
In a split second, Lin Feng immediately contacted Ironclad 99, and the general events of Luo Binwang's life were brought to his mind all at once.
He rebelled, but he rebelled against Wu Zetian.
Luo Binwang shook his head and said, "Since I am paid by the emperor, I should share his worries. The difficulties at the border must have their reasons, and we cannot blame everything on Your Majesty."
"That's true." Lin Feng chuckled in agreement.
Luo Binwang swept his gaze over the soldiers below the city gate, raising his voice slightly: "I know you've come for Huang Chao, but unfortunately, Huang Chao's affair is not so simple. If he had been even a little later, the world would have changed..."
As he spoke, Luo Binwang realized he had said something he shouldn't have, and immediately shook his head: "Yuan Tiangang calculated the righteousness in your heart, so he arranged for me to guard the first pass. If you can get past my small pass, I will tell you three parts about Huang Chao's affairs."
Yuan Tiangang? Xiaochengguan?
Lin Feng repeated the words to himself, then picked up the teacup again and drank it all in one gulp.
It seems that the robes that Si Zang gave him to shield him from the secrets of heaven could not stop these geniuses from probing.
clang.
He placed the teacup on the table. Upon hearing this, Luo Binwang turned around, smiled, and asked, "How does it taste?"
"Very good." Lin Feng savored it again; it was indeed unique and deeply moving.
"This is Chongdao Tea, which can help people understand the Dao, and..." Luo Binwang said frankly, "it can immerse people in literature and the Dao."
"Please." Luo Binwang's calm and peaceful voice disappeared, and the surrounding environment suddenly changed, bringing Lin Feng to the edge of a desolate border town.
It turns out... the small town gate we just saw was fake, but it became real in Luo Binwang's hands.
Immediately afterwards, the other party's voice, like the rising and falling of clouds, drew Lin Feng's mind to the distance: "A single glance in my life is enough to impress you, your spirit overflows the three armies, the sun in the wilderness divides the shadows of spears, and the stars in the sky combine with the inscriptions on swords."
Having been entrusted with an important position in the imperial court, I should repay this kindness with my life, fill the army with my spirit, and strengthen the military!
boom!
The effects of Chongdao Tea surged into his mind, and the majestic words brought forth an incomparably powerful aura, causing a surge of emotions within Lin Feng, immersing him in the image of hundreds of thousands of soldiers appearing before the border city.
The soldiers below the city walls wielded their weapons, slicing the sunlight into countless afterimages. The soldiers on the city walls wielded their swords, their blades reflecting the starlight. Behind these weapons were pairs of incredibly sharp eyes, all locking onto Lin Feng.
"The bowstring embraces the moon over the Han River, and the horse's hooves tread on the dust of the barbarians."
A row of longbows was raised atop the city walls, drawn taut like the moon, their sharp light piercing Lin Feng's mind. Immediately afterwards, the soldiers below mounted their horses in unison, an indomitable spirit rising within them.
At this moment, Luo Binwang, now dressed in armor, appeared on the city wall, his imposing eyes revealing a will capable of destroying everything.
"I do not seek to live and enter the pass, but only to die to repay my lord!"
kill!
The army of 100,000 marched forward, and tens of thousands of warhorses galloped in unison, suddenly pressing down on Lin Feng with overwhelming force.
If the literary sages he had encountered before were like an army assembled by sheer numbers, using words to borrow the majesty of the Holy Tang Dynasty and the strength of the army to demonstrate their own power, then the army before him, though lacking any resounding titles, had forged a courage and ambition as sharp as a blade from the most ordinary of identities.
This is more than just the manifestation of will; the other party's will is enough to recreate the past and manifest everything that truly exists!
"Wang Wu!"
Lin Feng trembled inwardly as Wang Wu, who was also trembling, stepped out beside him.
"Hongling!"
"Gui Ke!"
"General Guan, General Zhang, General Zhao!"
One by one, figures emerged from the illusion and approached him. If this battle remained unresolved, how could he continue?
call!
The Crimson Dragon Banner fluttered behind him, and one by one, everyone drew their weapons. There were no fancy changes or any supernatural powers to enhance them; all they had were hearts burning with fighting spirit. With the simplest steps, they charged together towards this nameless army.
kill! !
The demonic blade swung calmly across the enemy's neck, and a spear pierced Lin Feng's abdomen. The pain from the clash of wills sent a deathly warning through his body.
You can't break through this small town!
Yeah?
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