On the day of the hair delivery, Lin Zhao got up early, cooked himself, made three big bowls of duck egg noodles for his family, and then sent Xiaojiuer to the school, let Xiao Shitou take the fishing rod and the fish basket to Baiyu Creek, and he changed into the cleanest and most decent clothes. After carefully tidying up his hair, he then walked towards the front street.

Bookstore.

The bookstores were very lively on this day. Early in the morning, there were already many children aged fifteen this year, with nearly one hundred people.

Lin Zhao came early, and Qin Suihan, the owner of the bookstore, nodded at him from afar, while Lin Zhao bowed the courtesy of a Confucian scholar, and Qin Suihan nodded again.

Soon after, more and more teenagers came, including men and women, most of them brought by their parents. Everyone expected their children to become the most popular among the people, and the same was true for the people in Tianchi Town. When these adults brought their children to the bookstore, Lin Zhao just looked at them from afar, with envy and indifference in his heart.

A young man walked up, talked to Lin Zhao, and smiled and said, "Lin Zhao, I heard that you have entered martial arts recently?"

"Um."

Lin Zhao nodded.

The boy patted his chest and smiled and said, "I entered martial arts three years ago. Now I am a second-level martial artist. After giving my hair a gift, I will go to the army to serve as the chief. You... After suffering for so many years, you can finally practice boxing. In fact, God protects you. Practice boxing well in the future. A first-level martial artist may be able to become a chief in the army."

Lin Zhao kept pressing his breath at the level of a martial artist in the first level, and didn't agree with it, smiling: "Well, I think so too."

Another girl came over, wearing a flowered cotton jacket for the New Year, a little taller than Lin Zhao, and said, "Lin Zhao, you guess when you walk under the white tree, the white tree will resonate with your heart and lower the spiritual fruit?"

Lin Zhao frowned: "I don't know, Li Xiaoya, what are you asking about this?"

"Not why."

The girl raised her lips, and a mocking look that was inconsistent with her age flashed through her eyes. She lowered her voice and smiled: "The greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment, so Lin Zhao, you don't have to expect it at all. Look at you, when you were five years old, the Qilin Fire Seal fell from the sky, and then killed your father. Then your mother was also seriously ill by your Qilin Fire Seal. Do you think Master Bai Shu would favor you for a disaster like you?"

Lin Zhao smiled faintly: "The ugly people make a lot of trouble, this is really true."

“Hahahaha~~~”

The boy next to him laughed: "Li Xiaoya, Lin Zhao said something reasonable. You are such a vicious ugly woman who is destined to be unable to get married after you tie your hair. I think you might as well leave Tianchi Town after you tie your hair. Go south to the Shang Dynasty. I heard that Buddhism is prevalent there, so you can go and be a nun to make a living."

The girl was so angry that she stamped her feet and turned around and left.

The young man patted Lin Zhao on the shoulder: "It's okay, this kind of poisonous woman is not in charge of her. Don't worry about her as much as she is. If she is really angry, look for an opportunity to put her in a sack and beat her, and I'll help you."

Lin Zhao couldn't help laughing: "Everyone said he was too lazy to bother with her, so let it go."

"Um!"

...

At this moment, a dense iron hooves came from outside, and the cavalry from the Tianchi Army's Death Camp lined up on the street. Soon after, Chu Huaixi stepped into the courtyard with a armor, following Chen Yu and Huang Ting, and suddenly the adults in the town saluted one after another: "See Shuai Chu! See Your Highness Yu!"

Chu Huaixi shook his sleeves and said with a smile: "Don't you give me a gift, am I late?"

“No.”

A respected old man in a school dressed in a Confucian shirt and walked forward with a cane and said, "Ship Chu, what's going on?"

"Let's get started."

Chu Huaixi sat down in a chair under the white tree. Chen Yu and Huang Tingyu stood aside. From a distance, Chen Yu saw the boy. Lin Zhao in the girl queue immediately clenched his pink fists and signaled to cheer. Lin Zhao's heart moved and nodded repeatedly.

"The etiquette begins!"

The old man in a Confucian shirt shouted, and then muttered: "Zhang Naiyan, son of the Zhang family, come forward to salute!"

"yes!"

A thin young man wearing white clothes walked forward under the earnest gaze of his parents, kneeling in front of the old man with his knees. Two young academy disciples quickly tied his hair. Then, the old man stepped forward and tapped his head with a rolled book three times, saying, "Okay, get up, hold a bamboo stick in his hand, bowed three times under the white tree, and prayed that the white tree would descend to Furui!"

"Yes, sir!"

The boy got up, took the light bamboo stick from a disciple of the academy, walked to the white tree, bowed respectfully three times, and suddenly, when he bowed for the second time, an orange fruit near the lower layer of the white tree shook, and fell from the sky with a "click" and landed in front of the boy.

"It's an orange fruit!" Someone chuckled: "It's just that, the Zhang family's rookie seems to be just like that."

The boy was also quite disappointed, but he still respectfully picked up the orange fruit and turned back to the queue of the boy who gave him hair.

...

Next, the old man looked through the roster and continued to give a haircut.

When the teenagers prayed for the white tree, most of them fell on the orange fruits. Occasionally, a few of them fell on the middle of the green fruits, which made everyone exclaim.

At this time, another girl from Ding came forward to tie her hair and prayed for blessings. When she bowed respectfully in front of the white tree with a bamboo stick, after the third ceremony, a brown fruit swayed and fell in front of the girl in the middle and upper part of the white tree.

“Brown fruit!”

Everyone was shocked. A cavalry in the crowd pressed the hilt of the sword and frowned: "The Ding family is afraid that it will rise. This generation of rookies is not simple. There were two green fruits just now, and now a brown fruit has appeared. This is a great blessing!"

"That's right."

A disciple of the academy nodded and said, "Brown fruits will benefit greatly after eating them, and a life number will change accordingly. It is not too much to say that misfortune turns good. This brown fruit is enough to create a strong man in the tenth realm of the Galaxy Realm for Ding. Perhaps... If the Ding family's fortune is strong enough, this woman is expected to break through the middle five realms and see the scenery of the true realm!"

Everyone was talking and their expressions were different.

...

In the distance, Chu Huaixi sat upright with no expression on his face. On the left was Qin Suihan, the owner of the bookstore, sitting there reading a book. Today is the day to tie the hair and give a gift. The territory of the bookstore was borrowed. However, Qin Suihan was not the host of the ceremony, but he was just a passerby.

As for why Qin Suihan was willing to let the children in the town share the luck contained in the white trees, it was just a deal with Chu Huaixi. Back then, Chu Huaixi had already occupied the Tianchi Lake in the Snowland and established the Tianchi Army to mediate the north and south. At that time, Qin Suihan came to Tianchi Lake in the Snowland with a branch and asked to build a bookstore here and plant the branches here.

But Chu Huaixi naturally knew that this branch was not simple, it was the last spiritual branch left by the legendary world tree in the gods. This spiritual branch contained a huge fortune and spiritual energy that could feed the whole world. Therefore, Chu Huaixi's meaning was very simple. The Great Chen Dynasty was willing to lend a place to let Qin Suihan plant the spiritual branch, on the condition that every child of the age of the Great Chen Dynasty could pray once, and share a little bit of luck. This might allow the descendants of the Great Chen Dynasty to take root and sprout, and recover the national fortune.

Chu Huai had his plans, and Qin Suihan also had his own original intention, so he hit it off.

Now, this spiritual branch has grown into a towering ancient tree, a white tree, and there are a lot of fruits on the white tree. The prayers of the teenagers in the town are just a little consumed.

...

Throughout the morning, the young men with hair tied their hair prayed for blessings one by one. The white tree was not stingy. The worst one would also lower the lowest orange fruit. It was better than not. It was because of this that the children in Tianchi Town could generally practice spiritually or enter martial arts, but it was only a matter of time or time. As a result, the Tianchi Army's troops naturally had continuous energy.

If we talk about why the Tianchi Army can stand firm on the snowy Tianchi Lake and can compete with the northern four tribes such as the demon clan, the demon clan, the demon clan, the white tree may have more than half of the credit.

Lin Zhao was the last one among the teenagers because he was an orphan, and the child who grew up in the mud could only be the last one.

"Last one!"

The old man in the academy dressed in Confucian robe whispered loudly: "Lin Zhengxi's son, Lin Zhao, come forward to salute!"

"yes!"

Although Lin Zhao was the last one, he was not impatient at all. He respectfully stepped forward and knelt in front of the white tree. Two academy disciples helped him tie up his long hair. He suddenly felt a faint heroic spirit, far from being comparable to the boy who had been rolling in the mud before.

The old man tapped his head with a book three times and said, "Okay, get up, hold a bamboo stick in his hand, bowed three times under the white tree, and prayed that the white tree would descend to Furui!"

"yes!"

Lin Zhao slowly stood up, took the bamboo stick, walked to the white tree, bowed respectfully three times, but just after he bowed three times, there was only the sound of the rustling wind blowing the leaves on the white tree, and there was no movement at all.

"Um?"

An aunt holding a green onion in her hand said, "This child Lin Zhao... doesn't even have the worst fruit?"

"No way?"

A Tianchi Army infantry frowned and said, "This child... has a hard life. He really doesn't even have a fruit?"

Lin Zhao stood stupidly under the white tree, his heart was complicated.

Could it be that I am really the life of a lonely star in Tiansha, and I don’t even want to pity the white tree, so I will give myself some pity?

...

"snort!"

Chu Huaixi smiled coldly and said to Qin Suihan in his heart: "Mr. Qin, is this a bit over? He is not a good life for Lin Zhao. At least his father Lin Zhengxi sacrificed his life for Tianchi Town and blocked a twelve-level monster in the north of Tianchiling. Could it be that Bai Shu can't see this contribution? Now Lin Zhao is kneeling for some luck, but he is so stingy and doesn't want to give it at all? He's gone!"

Qin Suihan sighed: "This matter is not what I wish. Shuai Chu really thinks I don't want Lin Zhao to get a blessing?"

Chu Huaixi sneered: "If I had known this, I would have cut it down directly."

"Shishou Chu shouldn't say anything angry, it's meaningless."

Qin Suihan frowned, and watched the boy still looking up at the white tree, looking eager.

Finally, the scholar finally couldn't sit still and got up and was about to walk towards the white tree.

...

But at this moment, the ancient sword behind Lin Zhao suddenly seemed to be furious, and the blade echoed in the scabbard!

"Um?"
Chapter completed!