Weird Taoism: I became a god in a strange world

Chapter 134

Unlike Zhao Tou's letter, Zhao Junshan's letter was much simpler and purer.

"Brother Lin Hun, the koi in the pond in your yard have given birth to many pups. It's all thanks to me that I took good care of them for you, hehe.

Recently, I've been annoyed by Brother Teng Yuan. He pesters me to compete with him every day. We are both high-level warriors, but I can't beat him. I'm so angry.

Brother Teng Yuan keeps shouting that he wants to learn from you and become a strange cultivator. It's annoying. Isn't it good to be an ordinary warrior?

But I heard that the mortality rate of strange cultivators is very high. I don't envy him at all.

By the way, you asked me to pay more attention to me Sister, but recently my sister has made up her mind and she won't even see my parents and me. I'm so angry!

My sister is really crazy. Do you know what she said to someone?

She said that she is a star of misfortune and will drag down her family and bring bad luck to them. Even meeting them is not allowed. My sister has been brainwashed by those idiot nuns and there is nothing she can do.

Brother Lin Hun, when you come back, persuade her well, maybe she can change her mind. "

Zhao Junshan kept talking like a child who has not grown up.

Alas, he has not grown up in the first place. Everything is supported by Uncle Zhao.

Mei'e, Mei'e, you silly woman.

Once you have made up your mind, why can't eight horses pull you back?

Two and a half years have passed, and Zhao Mei'e's determination to become a nun has become more and more determined.

It seems that even if Lin Hun goes back, it is impossible for her to return to secular life.

Women in this era really put men and parents and brothers first.

Zhao Mei'e is a typical woman who puts herself at the end.

If this situation is placed on a free woman in today's society, it will never happen.

The status of women has long surpassed that of men.

This is the difference between the two times and the difference in thinking.

They cannot understand each other.

Then look down, it is Teng Yuan's letter.

"Brother Lin Hun, just as Jun Shan said, I have been looking for people to fight with every day recently, in order to improve my martial arts to a level that no one can beat.

Da Yu is a bit chaotic now. I heard that the saints and queens in the palace seem to have some different struggles with the ministers. Anyway, we don't understand it. It's just that there are more and more corpses in Yudu now, and Lao Gao is dead again.

So I feel more and more that only by becoming a jailer can I completely get rid of my current identity. But the Guiyuan is too expensive, so expensive that I can only think about it. Hey, Brother Lin Hun, I have a new dream now.

That is to get the Guiyuan and become a member of the jailer hall. My generation, my son's generation, and my grandson's generation will work together!"

Teng Yuan's goal is very clear, that is, to get rid of his current identity as a white soldier.

He also knows that it is too difficult to get the Guiyuan with the income of a white soldier.

But he also set a hundred-year plan for his son and grandson.

Lin Hun naturally would not judge other people's dreams casually. Maybe this dream is right?

The last person who left a message in the letter was Gu Tianfu, who seemed to be very irritable recently.

"Lin Hun, Lin Hun, you are really enjoying yourself in Donghuang Hanhai City.

The palace is really in chaos recently. The emperor deposed the queen and established a new queen. But how can the family behind the original queen let it go?

Alas, the family behind the new queen and the family behind the old queen are getting more and more fierce. Our Black Prison is almost full of people fighting each other.

I am so tired, busy every day. We dare not offend these royal relatives in the Black Prison. What if the wind changes one day, these people will be in power after they are released from prison.

So from Lord Wei Faqin to us poor black soldiers, everyone is carefully serving.

It's so frustrating, it's really frustrating, when have we, the dignified black soldiers, been so sad? ! We have a tradition of being able to enter but not leave the Black Prison!

Now, with the tacit approval of His Majesty, the two sides are fighting each other. When will it end?

Lin Hun, are you coming back soon? Lord Wei keeps his word. When you come back, you will be freed from the status of a white soldier and become a black soldier. I will go to Lord Wei and let you and I be in the same district.

Hehe, you and I will be invincible together! There will be a lot of private jobs by then, and we will make gold together. It will be the best days again!

No more talking, no more talking. The guy in the Black Prison over there is knocking on the wall again. I don’t know what he is crazy about. He is leaving.

Come back soon, let’s conquer the world together. "

I didn’t expect that the chaos of deposing the queen in Yudu has not ended yet.

What is the current emperor up to?

It is obvious that the current emperor can stop the chaos with just one word, but he just sits on the mountain and watches the tigers fight.

These royal affairs have nothing to do with Lin Hun. They are too far away from him.

He came to the table, knocked on it and said:

"Please help me"Writing for me."

An experienced postman came over, and he sat opposite Lin Hun and began to grind and prepare pens, ink, paper and inkstone.

The postman who spoke frivolously and looked down on Lin Hun as a blind man had disappeared long ago.

I don't know where he went, but it has nothing to do with Lin Hun.

"The pens and ink are ready, sir, you can start talking."

The old postman spoke in a literary manner, and the whole person had a literary air.

Lin Hun nodded and began to speak politely:

"Uncle Zhao, Junshan, Teng Yuan, Gu Tianfu, I have received your letter, I am doing well recently."

The gentle postman had written a letter for Lin Hun before, so he naturally knew the specific writing methods of these names.

He wrote very quickly, with a vigorous and powerful handwriting, and his handwriting was from the most famous calligrapher in Dayu.

His handwriting was very beautiful, with a taste of a master.

"In less than five months, I will end my three-year exile here, and I will see you all soon. ”

“I eat well and wear warm clothes here, so I don’t need to worry about you.”

“Uncle Zhao, Junshan, your views on practicing martial arts are actually quite good. Being an ordinary person is not bad, at least there will be no life-and-death crisis. Uncle Zhao, isn’t this the fate of our Baizu? Baizu is unlucky, and Lao Gao’s death is also expected. ”

“Teng Yuan, I’m not pouring cold water on you. Baizu has three hurdles to overcome if he wants to get rid of his lowly status and become a prisoner: first, it is very difficult to obtain the strange source, second, it is difficult for Baizu to pass the assessment of the prisoner hall, and third, it is difficult to establish 100 merit points for the prisoner hall.

Of course, if you have perseverance and willpower, you may really succeed. Once you become a prisoner who passes the assessment of the prisoner hall, your whole family will become a noble recognized by Dayu, which means you have completely gotten rid of your lowly status. ”

“Gu Tianfu, when I go back, I hope that the civil strife in Yudu will be over. I feel overwhelmed when I think of serving those nobles. I also hope to be in the same district with you, so we can take care of each other, right? "

"By the way, there are many special snacks in Hanhai City. I will bring some back for you to try. Hehe, Uncle Zhao, the strong liquor here is very famous. I will bring you two pots back."

"Okay, let's write it here. I'm going back."

Lin Hun felt that there was nothing to say, and threw five taels and one string of silver to the gentle postman.

He smiled and said, "Excuse me."

The postman took the silver and smiled:

"No problem."

Lin Hun slowly left the post station.

The sun stretched his shadow very long.

There are still five months to end the exile. I hope nothing will happen in these five months.

Lin Hun prayed silently.