Martial Arts Master: The Lin Family Sword God, who swept through the Five Mountains and Four Sects

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During the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods, cavalrymen only dared to roam freely in the open fields.

Meng Tian never expected Lin Tian to use such a ruthless tactic—burning the mountain to block the road?! This idea originated from the "scorched earth strategy" deep in his memory.

"What if we run out of food supplies?"

"The enemy's flesh and blood, their warhorses' bones and sinews—aren't these ready-made rations? They storm our dense forest in broad daylight; amidst the raging flames, who can emerge unscathed? We'll devour them to satisfy our hunger, and then bide our time!"

Before the words were even finished, Meng Tian was struck dumb! Cannibalism?!

If the previous burning of the mountain was merely cold and ruthless, now that the words "devour the enemy" have been uttered, the gentle and refined gentleman before us has instantly transformed into a demon draped in a scholar's robe—appearing elegant on the surface but harboring ferocity within, sending chills down one's spine and leaving one's mind reeling!

Lin Tian understood his meaning, but remained silent—back then, the Mongol cavalry swept across Eurasia with this kind of ruthless spirit of fighting to sustain the war and not relying on supply lines, and marched all the way across the Volga River to the banks of the Rhine.

His voice was deep and sharp: "General, a merciful man cannot command an army. If this principle is difficult to understand, you may wish to carefully read the old stories of Bai Qi."

Meng Tian stared blankly at Lin Tian, ​​whose scholarly face overlapped with the murderous "Butcher" in history—a gentleman's appearance concealed a hundred-times-forged, cold blade.

"How will you arrange the formation next, sir?" Meng Tian was already convinced, but he still couldn't help but ask.

"Attack when the enemy is exhausted, retreat when the enemy advances, harass when the enemy stops, and pursue when the enemy withdraws. Eat raw meat and drink blood to nourish our tiger and wolf nature... In seven days, the entire army will press on the border in broad daylight and strike with thunder!" Lin Tian said each word clearly and decisively.

Every sentence struck Meng Tian like a heavy hammer—iron-fisted tactics, unpredictable maneuvering, and deadly counterattacks, all exuding the chilling killing intent of a seasoned battlefield veteran.

He suddenly realized that Lin Tian was not just a national advisor, but a potential general who was more skilled in commanding troops and making better decisions than himself!

An almost instinctive craving welled up inside me: to hear a few more words, to ask a few more questions, about how exactly this war should be fought!

Before he knew it, Meng Tian had been completely won over.

Finally, he abruptly stood up and bowed deeply: "The entire Meng family army is willing to obey the Grand Preceptor's orders and swear to be the pillars supporting the Qin Dynasty!"

A drink, a difficult problem, and a heart-to-heart talk—Lin Tian felt he had gained a great deal.

Soldiers don't stand on ceremony; after three bowls, their hearts are at ease; after several rounds of drinks, the entire army is laughing and talking. Meng Tian and Lin Tian chatted more and more enthusiastically, clinking glasses and drinking until the stars were high in the sky.

Even though the alcohol is mellow now, it is still alcohol—as the intoxication sets in, the mind becomes a little clearer, but the body is already swaying unsteadily.

Upon seeing this, the maidservant standing outside the door hurriedly summoned several servants, who quickly helped the two of them up.

Lin Tian, ​​his eyes glazed with drunkenness, grinned and shouted, "General—your drinking capacity, wow… I'll treat you to a good drink another day! And some Erguotou! Then I'll show you what 'going to a bar' really means!"

He himself didn't know what nonsense he was spouting, but Meng Tian listened with great seriousness, slamming his hand on the table and agreeing, "Very well! I'll leave it all to the Grand Preceptor!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Tian instinctively reached for his phone to check the time, his fingers hovering over empty air for a moment before he suddenly chuckled, "Oh dear, I'm really drunk!"

He then clasped his hands in a fist and bowed, saying, "General, I must take my leave now. Let's drink together another day!"

At this moment, Meng Tian's eyelids were so heavy that he could not lift them—a man who had grown up drinking coarse wine was now being plied with alcohol by Lin Tian, ​​this modern-day drunkard, until he was completely out of control.

Lin Tian turned to the maid and smiled, "Quickly help your general to rest."

"Yes, Imperial Advisor!"

He turned and walked away, his steps unsteady, his body swaying slightly from side to side, like a bamboo pole bent by the wind, swaying and strolling towards the outside of the general's mansion.

"The Imperial Advisor?"

A timid voice called from behind. The young maidservant trotted after her, head bowed, fingers twisting the hem of her dress, her voice barely audible: "This servant... shall escort the Imperial Preceptor back."

"Hehe, no need." Lin Tian chuckled and ruffled her hair. "How old are you? You can't carry me. Go back quickly—it's not safe for a young girl to be out alone in the middle of the night."

The moonlight, like water, quietly blanketed the bluestone path. Humming a tuneless little tune, he swayed and staggered along, stepping in the moonlight, heading towards his home.

The young maid watched Lin Tian's figure gradually disappear into the distance until he vanished completely at the corner of the alley before turning back into the mansion.

Imperial Prefecture.

Ying Zheng sent someone to deliver an ebony plaque with three gilded characters engraved on it: "Imperial Preceptor's Residence." Before the ink was even dry, the name and foundation of the residence had already been established.

Atop the eaves directly above the mansion gate sat a fiery red figure—Yan Lingji.

She stretched lazily, brushed a stray hair from her forehead with her fingertips, and muttered, "Sister Zi Nu and Nong Yu went to bed early, otherwise I wouldn't be here guarding this place... Where did Master go again?"

"Unveiling—my most secret vigil..."

A distorted hum drifted on the wind. Yan Lingji turned her head and saw the moonlight shining on the long stone street. A figure with unsteady steps was swaying and approaching, humming a nonsensical tune.

With a light leap, like a crimson feather skimming the air, she landed in front of the man in the blink of an eye. Her brows furrowed as her nose drew near: "Master, how many jars have you drunk?!"

Lin Tian grinned and let out a loud burp: "Burp—not much, not much, just a dozen bowls!"

A basin? Yan Lingji's eyelids twitched.

A burning question mark seemed to rise on my forehead—who uses a basin to hold their liquor?!

But upon closer inspection, his robe was askew, his eyes were red-rimmed, his tongue was slurred, and his feet were slipping—he was clearly completely drunk.

Lin Tian didn't stand on ceremony, opening his arms and throwing himself at her, shamelessly shouting, "Let's go! Home! Zi Nu... no, Nong Yu, you're Nong Yu!"

Yan Lingji sighed and had no choice but to reach out and support his arm, half-carrying and half-dragging him as they moved inside step by step.

You smell so good...

"Master, stop rubbing against my neck, it's so itchy!"

"Nongyu, your breasts are softer than before. Press them, don't they bounce back?" Hehe!

"Hey! Take your hand back! Yan Lingji is not Nongyu!" She dodged and steadied herself, letting him grope her haphazardly, and was helped into the mansion gate as she stumbled along.

"We're almost there! Just one more room, and that's where Sister Nongyu and you will be..." She breathed heavily as she helped him through the corridor and headed straight for the backyard.

Just as Lin Tian was about to step into the courtyard, he tripped and crashed into a door next to him with a loud "bang."

Caught off guard, Yan Lingji was pulled heavily by him, and both of them stumbled and fell into the house. They were then tripped hard by the threshold and fell straight down.

Lin Tian was at the bottom, with Yan Lingji on top of him. Half of her hair was disheveled, and her temples were slightly sweaty.

She sat up, rubbing her temples, and casually lit the oil lamp on the table. The dim yellow light spread out, revealing that this was her own bedroom—the one behind Zi Nu and Nong Yu's room.

Lin Tian fell to the ground, making two gurgling sounds in his throat, his snoring becoming deafening.

Yan Lingji squatted down, the candlelight illuminating his drunken face, his thick eyelashes, slightly flushed cheeks, and a silly smile on his lips.

She suddenly couldn't help but burst out laughing, gently poking his nose with her fingertip and whispering:

"Ha, so this has finally happened?"

After looking around, she first got up and closed the door, then half-carried and half-lifted Lin Tian onto the bed, took off her outer robe and removed her boots and socks, her movements slow but efficient.

Finally, she walked unsteadily to the outer room, poured herself a cup of cold tea, and gulped it down, the bottom of the cup making a soft sound as it tapped on the table. She stared at the reflection in the cup for a moment, then slowly put the cup down, turned, and went back into the inner room.

She stood by the bed, looking down at Lin Tian, ​​then slowly sat down on the edge of the bed and placed her hands on the belt around her waist.

With a flick of her finger, the silk ribbon loosened, and her outer garment drooped loosely, revealing glimpses of snow-white skin at her shoulders, and a faint arc of fabric subtly slipped open at her chest—

But his hand stopped.

She paused for a moment, then gently shook her head: "Forget it... let him sleep peacefully. I shouldn't have done this while he was confused."

After saying this, he stood up, tightened his clothes, re-fastened his belt, turned around and left the inner room, blowing out the candle in the outer room.

In the darkness, she slid down to the floor, leaning against the screen, her chin resting on her knees, her voice as soft as a wisp of smoke:

"Longze is gone, and Baiyue should return as well. It's better to take Wushuang Gui with us and leave sooner rather than later."

A faint smile appeared on her lips, but it couldn't hide the mist rising in her eyes.