I have many teachers

Chapter 867 No one will lean on me again (chapter with ten thousand characters)

On the mountain gate of Weiming Sect, Taoist Yuguan looked at Mu Shanxue who was coming down the mountain, and looked at the head teacher next to him.

"You just let him go?"

The teacher shook his head and sighed:
"If the heart of the Tao is dusty, what is the cultivation base, so what?"

"You and I have underestimated people's hearts..."

Taoist Yuguan said in a cold voice, "But he's just dreaming."

The head teacher laughed and said, "Who knows? I can't stop him. Before he left, he took a drop of blood from Chong He's fingertips with him. I don't know what he wants to do, and maybe he knows."

"Idiots talk about dreams, why can't they talk about it?"

Mu Shanxue's right hand finger was stained with a little bit of pure glass-like red. The wind was blowing, and his finger was slightly cool.

"Junior brother, wait for me."

In the distance, a Taoist priest in Taoist robes floated away, with a sword behind his back.

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Spring has come, even if it is only early spring, the cold enough to freeze yaks to death in northern Xinjiang has been broken at once, and the number of braziers in the golden tent has been reduced to half of that in winter.

The king of Northern Xiong moved the fine coals with an iron drill to make the fire burn more vigorously.

He raised his head, looked at Mr. Chu, and said casually:
"Mr. Chu said that the matter of Dao Biao has been completed?"

"Yes, we sent two groups of people, one of them was difficult, they did not come back alive, the other one has succeeded, and the corresponding heavenly secret formation has been arranged a few days ago, with this, the people in the sky can smoothly With the fluctuation of aura and energy, I came to this world."

"What is Mr. Chu going to do?"

"Your Majesty has come to a conclusion on this matter, hasn't he? According to our plan, before officially entering the Central Plains and killing their emperor, we must suppress the arrogance of the Central Plains people, otherwise they will be like their ancestors." , I think the king should be unwilling to use the army of Northern Hungary to play this role."

The King of Northern Xiong drank the wine in the golden cup and said:
"Of the 36 countries in the Western Regions, eleven are attached to the Northern Borderlands, and the remaining ones feel uneasy because of Qin's actions against us, but I don't think they have the courage to let them attack the Protectorate of the Western Regions in Great Qin. If they can do it, they won't be split into 36 parts."

Mr. Chu smiled slightly and said:
"But what if they want to do it themselves?"

The King of Northern Xiong was slightly startled.

Mr. Chu said flatly:

"It's almost impossible for someone who can penetrate into the hearts of others with his heart to imprint, leave traces in their hearts, slightly change their thoughts and ideas, and want to influence a hero like His Majesty who commands a vast land, or a warrior who has reached the realm of a master. possible."

"But for the generals of the 36 small countries in the Western Regions, it is a simple matter."

"Although there is still a price to pay."

He twirled his long pale hair like withered grass, mocking himself faintly, and said:
"However, the survival of the Western Regions lies only in the cracks. Whether it is the Northern Border or the Great Qin, it is not conducive to the development and growth of the 36 countries. There are also many people in their court who want to attack the Great Qin and share the pressure for the Northern Border. Otherwise, they will wait until Qin China has swallowed the northern border, where are the 36 countries? It’s just an excuse.”

"So as long as the three people are influenced, a great trend can be promoted."

"This is taking advantage of the situation."

"At that time, when all the ministers want to plunder the benefits from the military exploits, even the king of the Western Regions will have no power to stop it, and can only be driven forward by this general trend."

The king of Northern Xiong paused for a while while drinking, and asked himself, but he thought that it was absolutely impossible for him to be influenced by the people in front of him. The generals of those small countries in the Western Regions were affected only because their minds were not firm enough.

When thinking of this, the King of Northern Xiong felt disdain in his heart, and immediately put the thought down, as if this matter was not worth paying attention to at all like the wine in his hand. The possibility of the city.

He never noticed Mr. Chu's whiter long hair and the sneer in his eyes.

"Have you set a time, sir?"

Mr. Chu smiled and said:

"It's three days later."

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The land of the Western Regions has already experienced the first spring rain, and the pattering rain has submerged into the black ground, softening the ground hardened by the north wind, and grass sprouts appear on the ground, which looks like a A light green blanket was draped over the ground.

Fifty miles away from the Protectorate of the Western Regions, there is an open-air square city built by the Qin people.

It is called Fangshi, but it actually looks like a town. It was built on a somewhat steep terrain to guard against horse thieves. Good things shipped from various places in the Central Plains are packed here, and then wait for merchants from the Western Regions. come here.

Exchanging the porcelain, silk and tea from the Central Plains for the furs and furs of wild animals from the Western Regions, as well as special ores that are hard to find in the Central Plains, is a good deal for both parties that can earn several times the profit. After earning money, the merchants Never stingy with a few taels of silver.

So around here, restaurants and restaurants were built, and places selling ingredients and fabrics appeared around the restaurants and restaurants. The merchants and guards who came and went needed to replenish and repair weapons, so there was a blacksmith shop, and the heavy hammer hit the burning On the red-hot cutting board, hot sparks were thrown out.

Because the men who come and go naturally have the bearded women with snake-like waists from the Western Regions, and the gentle women from the Central Plains. Although the architecture is simple and rough, with the smell of yellow sand, this is already a building with two A border town with a population of 30.

Most of the people in the city are from the Central Plains, and they all have families in the border town fifty miles away.

The Duhufu is also unwilling to let a large number of merchants from the Western Regions flood into Guancheng. It is happy to see the emergence of border town commerce. A 1000-man Daqin army is stationed here to maintain the stability of the border town and protect the merchants here from Suffered by bandits looting.

Wu Hua is a subordinate of Yang Jinxian, the guardian of the frontier. He followed Yang Jinxian as early as the period of the Seven Kingdoms of the Central Plains, and became the commander of this border town. The face of the person was flushed with excitement.

The New Year's Eve in the Central Plains and the great sacrifices of the tribes in the Western Regions have all passed in the coldest places.

Whether it is the traveling merchants in the Central Plains or the caravans in the Western Regions that are responsible for the prosperity of the entire tribe, they have already organized their livestock. The hunters stuffed the best things from this year's harvest into their pockets and placed them firmly on both sides of their animals.

The horses and camels will be raised for two months, and they will be fat and strong enough to support the next long trek. The short ones will reach this border town, and the longer ones will go directly from the Central Plains to the depths of the Western Regions. Or from the poorest tribe in the desert of the Western Regions to the capital of Daqin, but they will pass through this city anyway.

This border town, which is responsible for the turnover of two batches of merchants, has also been revived.

As early as ten days ago, a large number of Qin people came from the border with their carriages.

Wu Hua withdrew his gaze and focused on the brazier. The charcoal fire in the brazier was burning and dancing enthusiastically, making the scenery in front of his sight unnaturally distorted. There were two roads, faintly spreading out from the twisted direction of the flame, yes , two paths.

This is the biggest reason why this border town appears here.

The terrain here is narrow and cramped, which is not suitable for building a city. In front of it is a vast plain suitable for cavalry charges, and beyond the plain that appears here, there will be two hidden roads that can directly bypass the Western Regions stationed in front The Protectorate's Mansion, as well as the continuous mountains and rivers, were like daggers piercing into the belly of the Central Plains.On the surface, this border city is in charge of trade and commerce, but it is actually the acropolis of the Western Regions Protectorate.

The tower used to guard against wandering bandits has a huge brazier one foot wide above it, which is filled with dried wolf dung and firewood. It is used to guard against horse bandits and wandering cavalry in the Western Regions. Day and night, the Protectorate of the Western Regions fifty miles away would receive news.

"Master!"

There was a shout from a distance, Wu Hua raised his eyes and saw a knight running towards him, wearing leather armor and a layer of clothes that were almost oily, with a machete on his waist, got off his horse, Stepping into the city quickly, Wu Hua frowned, and ordered the guards next to him to go down and ask what happened.

Qin Bing next to him walked down quickly, grabbed the guard of the caravan, walked up to the tower after a while, saluted Wu Hua and said, "General, it's not a big deal, please."

"Earlier, a tribe had agreed on a time, and the guards were going to meet the Yuebu caravan, but they didn't come by this time. It was getting dark now, and he rode forward for more than ten miles without seeing them. I was a little worried, so I reined in my horse and went back to report to his boss."

Wu Hua nodded, this sort of thing happens all the time in this border town.

At most, it will only affect one or two merchants, and there will be no real hindrance to the operation of the entire border town.

But after a while, several healthy horses ran back from the vast plain in front of them. Far away, there were obviously panicked guards on horseback.

It looks like ten white lines, pointing directly from the Western Regions to the border town.

Not much time passed, and riots burned in the city like a flame.

Wu Hua stood up suddenly, the long-term peace did not make his spirit weak, before everyone could react, he had already pulled out the weapon in his hand, held the brazier in his left hand, and moved towards the tower Run quickly to the highest place.

Standing on the highest point, he swung his left hand violently, and the ball of flames burned towards the iron basin, like a sun falling down.

And then this fire, this sun exploded in the air before it fell into the beacon tower.

A cyan steel arrow with spiked barbs pierced the flames and shot into the border town. The Yang-shaped military flag erected in the center of the border town fell sideways in the sound of Kerala. The white flag is like a falling cloud, and there is a riot in the border town

Wu Hua's face was very ugly, the guard next to him drew out the weapon from his waist, his face was full of vigilance, and said:
"General, is it a horse thief? Or a scout from the surrounding enemy country?"

Wu Hua said: "Where horse thieves and scouts dare to do such a thing?"

Yang Jinxian's nephew Yang Xinghuai was stunned.

Wu Hua took a deep breath, the last traces of the rainwater that fell from the ground a few days ago had not disappeared from the ground, and the wet earthy smell could still be smelled on the black ground, and along with the earthy smell, there was a stream of continuous A piece of fishy dry air.

Only those who have eaten and slept with war horses can recognize this smell.

Wu Hua gritted her teeth and said:
"It's a large group of horses, and a strong bow that can shoot hundreds of feet away."

There is a faint black shadow on the grassland in the distance, hazy and unreal, gradually approaching, Qin Jun kept trying to light the beacon tower, but before they were about to light it, there was a burst of energy, wrapped in spinning arrows Flying out, that is no longer the distance that a simple strong bow can shoot.

The flames exploded into balls in the air.

On the towering mountain wall behind, the arrows sank deep into the rock, forming a Daqin character.

kill.

At the same time, the light black in the distance was approaching. Yang Xinghuai gasped. It was a herd of horses, a herd of war horses. It was a large sword with a blade as cold as falling snow.

Those cavalry gathered together.

They wore armors of different shapes, chains, leather armors, heavy plate armors made of large pieces of steel, different flags hung on the tall chisels, red-bottomed tigers, black blooming flowers, and upside-down swords. .

These tall banners waved behind the knights, like clouds falling from the sky.

Yang Xinghuai stared at it, yes, those flags are like clouds.

Because on the top of the military flag, there are thick and rolling clouds.

He has seen warriors of the third rank in the middle, flying away at every turn, which is far more inconceivable than what he saw before him, but those warriors only rely on their own aura acquired through hard work, and they are still within the reach of his common sense. within the realm of understanding.

But the cloud and mist in front of him seemed to be a fairy in the myth.

Standing in the clouds are people holding spears, flags fluttering, and people with indigo skin. They hold bone hammers in their hands and smash them heavily on the huge leather drum. The heavy drum sound keeps echoing in the increasingly depressed sky Then, the wind swept the clouds against the trend.

Standing at the highest point of the cloud was a general in golden armor, holding a two-meter-long bow with pale golden scales in his hand. It was obvious that he had just shot through the flames in the beacon tower from a long distance.

Yang Xinghuai gasped.

He didn't believe in the legendary stories when he was a child, but the scene in front of him turned the legends into reality. A cloud rolled towards the poor and poor border town, and there was a stranger beating the drum on it. Yang Xinghuai's palm was a little bit Chilled, but at this moment, an arrow suddenly shot out from the city wall.

The indigo monster who was beating the drum moved his head back strangely, and then fell to the ground.

He hit the ground heavily, turning into a blurred pool of flesh and blood, like a flower blooming on the black ground, Yang Xinghuai turned his head and saw Wu Hua put down his bow with a cold face, pointing at the bloody flower in front of him, Suddenly there was a loud roar and said:
"What are you afraid of?! It can be shot to death, it will bleed, and it will turn into a pool of rotten meat when it falls."

"I'll ask you guys, what are you afraid of?!"

He turned his head, pressed his palms against the icy city wall, and said:
"There are no cowards in the border guards of Daqin."

"Anyone who dares to offend, even a god, must ask about the sword in my hand."

"It's just that they can fly. There are not many birds and eagles that have entered your stomach these years?"

The roar of the general made the surrounding Daqin defenders recover from the fear of encountering incomprehensible things, and replaced it with the feeling of blood vessels swollen slightly and blood flowing rapidly through them when they were about to fight.

Wu Hua took a deep breath and said:

"All in armor, with knives!

"promise!"

"Yang Xinghuai."

"exist!"

Wu Hua looked at him, and said in a cold voice:

"With a small group of people, retreat from behind, go to the border town, and report the news back."

Yang Xinghuai's expression changed, and he blurted out:
"I do not go!"

Wu Hua suddenly turned around and grabbed his collar, pulling him closer to her, her eyes staring like copper bells, and said coldly:
"Don't be hypocritical with me at this time, just go if you are told, and see clearly that there are tens of thousands of cavalry on the opposite side. Even if the trail through Dragon Throat Valley can't get up quickly, there are still those flying in the sky. Rely on arrows, you have read the arsenal records, how long do you think we can last with these arrows here?!"

"If you are smart, you should immediately lead someone to leave for me!"

He pushed Yang Xinghuai back and said:

"I don't care who of you lives and who dies on the road, you must pass the news back, otherwise, when these cavalry pass through the two dangerous roads on the left and right and enter the heart of the Central Plains, we will all be sinners of Daqin."

Holding the bow in her right hand, Wu Hua drew an arrow from the quiver and put it on the bow. The military orders were passed down layer by layer. Bows were lined up on crude battlements.

The arrow rests on the bow, and the bowstring is full.

The clouds in the opposite sky continued to float towards the city, and Wu Hua roared angrily.

"volley!"

The bowstrings of the strong bows used at the Great Qin border trembled in unison, like a cloud of black rain rising from the ground.

Nearly a hundred people fell from the strange man on the cloud.

Arrows shot out continuously, and those indigo people fell one after another, turning into a puddle of flesh and blood on the ground, but the tall celestial being with the bow was unmoved by such a tragic appearance, and even watched Watching those indigo people go to die, there is a hint of sarcasm on their faces.

The tall flags moved suddenly, and when it was estimated that there were less than five arrows left in the hands of the Qin people, the iron cavalry urged the horses under their crotches to move slowly.

It only took them seven short breaths to go from slow forward to full charge.

The air with residual water vapor formed a wind current, carrying the stench of horses, and rushed into the border town. The whole border town was filled with cries and panic, and some brave guards drew out their knives and walked onto the simple and rough road with carved bows. The city walls, they all know that the end of this small town is coming, and there is nothing they can do.

They felt a sense of panic that the stable world was about to be completely crushed.

Wu Hua shot an arrow in his hand, and the spiked arrow spun into the eye socket of the leading cavalryman, bringing out a pool of blood. The cavalryman and his horse fell to the ground, causing several horses behind to pile up and collide. However, the results of such battles are just like splashes in a vast ocean, almost negligible.

Wu Hua's expression remained unchanged, and he continued to draw out the arrow. He knew that there were many people jumping out of the city wall behind him, but he no longer cared about it. There are already signs of a great war.

There has been peace for too long, and he almost forgot that war is the melody of this world.

Even, it's not just the war in these three worlds.

How many people can live more is how many people, it is best to be able to run back and report.

And he will fight to the death here.

The cavalry moving at high speed turned into a torrent of steel. The leader picked up a heavy lance and planned to break through the city gate. They only had the last obstacle left, which was the narrow passage in front of the border town, the Dragon's Throat Valley. Begin to gather, and the heavenly will have a cruel look of interest on his face.

Every time the bowstring in your hand vibrates, one person will die, a person from the Western Regions or a person from Qin.

He is high above, and he controls the life and death of everyone.

Until a low and angry shout sounded in his ear:

"It turned out to be you!"

Tianren raised his head in astonishment, and saw a long sword with sheath flying across the sky like a shooting star.

This sword almost came across from Daqin Fufeng.

A Taoist in a blue and white Taoist robe stands on a long sword and walks with the sword.

Even a strong-willed person like Wu Hua was stunned and couldn't help himself. The Taoist came with sword aura. The tall and bow-wielding celestial being was surprised, then remembered the angry Taoist, and said with a smile: "You are the one Taoist at that time? Why, is that woman dead?"

"Do you want to be so troubled?"

Mu Shanxue's brows were full of ice-coldness, with a move with his right hand, the Tongchen Sword with its sheath fell into his hand, he swept across the border city, Wu Hua stood on the battlement and shouted:

"careful!"

The golden-armored celestial being held a bow in his hand, and the arrow flew out spinning. Wu Hua couldn't see the shadow at all, but saw the Taoist priest holding the sword in his right hand and slashing downward, causing a circle of lines to vibrate in the air. Mu Shanxue had already appeared in front of Xiangyun, the speed was so fast that the Taoist priest's white sleeve drew a sharp line.

That golden-armored celestial being didn't realize that the lazy Taoist priest he had seen before actually had such terrifying attainments in body skills. In a moment of negligence, the sword in Mu Shanxue's hand had already been thrust out, and it was on his heart On the ground, even though there is still a layer of scabbard, he can still feel the sword energy as cold as frost.

Mu Shanxue's eyes were icy cold, the Tongchen sword pierced through the armor with its sheath, and the sword qi breathed out slightly, and it had already penetrated into the body.

His voice seemed to come out of teeth.

"How to break it?"

The tall general looked at Mu Shanxue, grinned, and said provocatively:
"It's useless, even if you kill me, it's useless."

"Once the road sign is turned on, there is no way to stop it. I am very happy."

The sword in Mu Shanxue's hand shook violently, piercing through Tianjiang's heart an inch above, the bronze-colored scabbard pierced Tianjiang's back, with a click sound, the armor shattered into pieces, and bright red blood flowed down the scabbard. The hollow lines of mountains and rivers remained, and the bronze-colored river channel was soaked with blood-red river water.

As long as the sword is chopped down, the heart will be smashed into a puddle of powder.

Mu Shanxue's voice was already full of murderous intentions, and he stopped every word.

"I ask you, how to crack it!"

The sky will be full of indifference:

"Since it is a beacon, it is her fate. Since it is fate, it is naturally impossible to decipher it."

There was a roaring sound from the battlements. Countless arrows were shot from that poor border town, rushing towards the charging cavalry like rain. Many knights fell down in an instant. No one slowed down this time, and the iron hooves hit the arrows. People trampled past with horses and horses, and the horses looked crazy when they saw the blood.

Mu Shanxue looked away, Tianren grinned and said:
"There is no help."

"I just thought that woman was powerful before, but I didn't expect you to hide it deeper. I am very happy to let someone like you show this appearance."

Mu Shanxue's expression suddenly calmed down, and he murmured, "Beacon?"

He thought of the mythical records in Daozang, his eyes regained his composure, and he said, "There is still a chance."

Heaven and Man were stunned: "What?"

But Mu Shanxue had already swung his sword, and the Tongchen sword in his hand was pressed down fiercely, even at an extremely short distance, it still caused a majestic sword pressure, crushing the heart of the heavenly beings, and the surrounding heavenly beings roared and rushed towards him , but was thrown back by the Tongchen sword, clearly still wearing the scabbard, but showing a sword light as bright as the Yangtze River.

The clouds and mists in the sky shattered.

The Qin soldiers on the battlements saw Mu Shanxue fall, and it landed like a cloud on the most cramped place around. Standing in the Dragon Throat Valley, many cavalry fell on the ground in front of them, but more The cavalry is charging.

Wu Hua roared angrily: "Stop, stop the arrow!"

Mu Shanxue carried the Tongchen sword on his back, closed his eyes, and said leisurely.

"Little Junior Brother..."

He grasped the hilt of the sword in his hand, and the fringe of the sword woven for him by his junior apprentice hung down. The sunlight reflected from the weapon shone on his Taoist robe, like a cloud of snow. He closed his eyes, when he was led up the mountain for the first time , Master stroked his forehead with the palm of his hand, the voice at that time resurfaced in his heart again, and he whispered calmly.

"If you want to relax, you must strengthen it; if you want to be weak, you must strengthen it."

"If you want to destroy it, you must firmly revive it; if you want to take it away, you must firmly give it to it."

"Soft beats hard, weak beats strong."

"A fish must not escape from the abyss, and the sharp weapon of a country must not be shown to others, it is for twilight."

The white sleeves of the Taoist robe slowly swelled.

The cavalry in the distance charged wildly, and the celestial beings in the sky picked up their bows and arrows.

Wu Hua shouted on the battlements: "Dip in kerosene, the shooter raises three fingers, salvo, salvo!"

In the gloomy sky, countless sparks flew from the ground to the sky at once, like stars that suddenly lit up, these arrows dragged their bright red tail flames, and swept across the sky above Mu Shanxue.

He slowly drew out his sword, facing the galloping horse, the four-foot-long broadsword was raised high in the hand of the knight in heavy armor on the horse's back, the knight had a ferocious look on his face, and the Taoist's clothes were flying backwards , His long hair at the temples was also forced to rise by Qi.

What he thought of was the spring breeze, the child he carried back to the mountain gate from the mouth of the tiger, the day the spring breeze blew through the river, and the sun shone warmly on his face, he hugged the child like a ball of soft soft clouds.

He took a step forward.

"If it has been made prosperous, it should be driven away; if it has been made prosperous, it should be abolished."

"If it has been made strong, it should be destroyed; if it has been made to exist, it should be taken."

"Soft beats hard, weak beats strong."

"Twilight, Twilight!"

This time everyone heard the Taoist voice

The long sword was suddenly unsheathed.

The scabbard had crumbled and shattered into invisible ashes and dust when it left the edge of the Tongchen Sword. Swipe past the blade.

The Taoist robe swelled up, and the auspicious clouds that had already flown were forced by the air force, and kept retreating towards the back.

The neighing war horse stopped suddenly, unwilling to go forward again.

The Taoist's bearing became vast.

"Uncle Master said I was just dreaming."

he said to himself. "What's wrong with being an idiot dreaming? I've been dreaming all the time, and this time I'm going to have a complete spring and autumn dream. Junior brother, you gave me everything since you were a child, so this time also give me your destiny?"

"Shall I trade it with you? Use the swallows from Jiangnan, the wind and snow from Saibei, the salamanders from Penglai, and the silver bells that grow from the trees in the south. I'll count to three. If you don't speak, it will represent you." agreed."

"one,"

"two,"

"three."

He looked up at the auspicious clouds in the sky and smiled.

"You shouldn't have told me that it was a beacon."

He was holding the sword, and the edge of the sword was raised high, as if holding a piece of sky.

All the energy in his body surged out, almost instantly, the cavalry charged forcefully, they slashed on the horse's buttocks with their knives, the horses were frightened, and the instinctive fear was still in the back of their heads, they kept moving forward like a wave rushed.

Relying on the high position in the sky, the celestial beings threw arrows as dense as rainwater. The arrows broke through the air and covered the light in the sky, and the sky suddenly darkened.

Wu Hua reached out to get the arrow, but it was empty, the quiver was already empty.

Everyone heard the Taoist priest's voice, high and ethereal, as if the whole world was responding to him.

"Land gods, not what I want."

"The way of twilight ends here..."

It is high enough to give up Daoji voluntarily if one day touches the realm of immortals.

The fresh air that has never leaked since going up the mountain at the age of six circulated for a week, and then collapsed.

Mu Shanxue's temples turned pale in an instant, she held the sword, and said calmly:
"The poor Taoist Mu Shanxue exchanged his meritorious deeds for being a junior."

"Mu Shanxue uses this as his junior disciple to open his way to life."

"Mu Shanxue uses this as his junior to change his fate."

The three voices were louder than one, and they rushed to the sky. The emperor of the world promised everything, and the immortals sealed the mountain with one word. These three sentences, use your own Dao foundation to feed back the world, and make a deal with the ruthless Dao of heaven and earth.

The sound of thunder became louder and louder.

He spoke the last word.

"Killing, I will take care of it."

There was a rumble of thunder between heaven and earth in response, with the connection between rushing and fingertips, Mu Shanxue laughed, and suddenly rushed towards the arrow rain, towards the galloping cavalry, the cavalry was like flowing steel, and Mu Shanxue was like flying down the mountain The white snow is cold and misty, as if a real fairy has fallen into the mortal world.

He crashed into the cavalry and the rain of arrows, tearing apart the charge,

He tore apart a whole piece of enemy by himself, at the price of cutting off the future of the gods on land, the sword energy soared into the sky, people in the sky fell down one after another, the war drum was chopped into pieces by the sword energy in the world, and the war horse fell to the ground neighing. , was trampled to pieces by the following cavalry.

The Taoist's white robe was stained red with blood, he had repelled countless people, the sky had truly darkened, there were lights hovering like fire dragons in the distance, and countless torches looked like stars falling on the ground.

The reinforcements from the Protectorate of the Western Regions finally arrived.

Mu Shanxue looked at the iron cavalry who was about to charge to the death to submerge him in the end, leaned on his sword, and laughed softly:

"Junior brother, you may have to see those scenery by yourself."

He said: "Brother is a little sleepy, this time, maybe I need to sleep a little longer."

The history books record what happened on this day.

Wei Ming Zong Mu Shanxue blocked the rear of 27 people, and in front of Longyan Valley, blocked the cavalry charge of the Western Regions for an entire hour. At last, it was already dark, and countless torches fell from the sky in the distance, like falling stars. , Those are the reinforcements of the Protectorate's Mansion, and there are thousands of corpses of men and horses lying beside the precipitous terrain.

It seemed that countless blood fell from the sky, revealing the tragedy and excitement that can only be seen in the barbaric era.

They did not find the Taoist priest, only a sword was left.

The 17 iron troops of the Protectorate of the Western Regions and more than [-] rescued civilians half-kneeled in the Dragon's Throat Valley.

The younger monks who have Daoism do not understand that there are two things that are most taboo in Daoist cultivation, one is fighting in the army, and the other is planning in the court. What this senior did is equivalent to a lifetime of cultivation, so far , if there is reincarnation, it is very likely that several lives will be short-lived.

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Chonghe, a young Taoist priest of Weiming Sect, had a dream. In the dream, her body was occupied by someone, and she was very scared. But later, she dreamed that her senior brother was holding her hand and talking to herself. For some reason, she was no longer afraid. I don't know how long it has passed, but that thing suddenly disappeared.

She had already forgotten the content of the dream, but she remembered that her senior brother was protecting her.

She stretched and woke up. When she woke up, she was still a little shy. How could she dream of her senior brother?It's too shameless, if you let him know, you will make fun of him again.

Yes, never tell him.

However, if he asks carefully, it is not impossible...

She smiled so that a small dimple appeared at the corner of her mouth, full of complacency.

Only at this moment did she realize that the head teacher and the master were standing beside her, and she was shocked. She wondered if she had gone to bed late, and came here only after the two elders found out. The senior brother often sleeps until the sun is up, and she has to cover in the morning class, so the masters will never come over, this is not fair.

She was about to get up, but Taoist Yuguan held her shoulders. The always indifferent Taoist said softly:
"Lie down and rest a little longer."

Chong He blinked, not understanding what happened, but he still lay down obediently, listening to the two elders asking her about her health, and when they asked her what she wanted to eat, he suddenly couldn't help laughing and said:
"Eldest brother said he wanted to buy me buns... Hey, yes, where are the buns?"

Remembering that incident, she raised her thin eyebrows, deliberately put on a vicious look and gritted her teeth, and said: "Senior brother said he would buy it for me, but I haven't eaten it yet! No, he must be cheating again! "

"Just let him pay me."

"Master, I don't want the elder brother to violate the rules of the sect, but the elder brother said to take me out in two months, and then just return it to me."

Thinking of the tired and lazy senior brother, the little Taoist priest added without confidence in his reconciliation.

"If there is no money, you can continue to allow some more time."

Taoist Yuguan said softly, "He promised to take you out?"

The little Taoist's eyes were bright, he nodded heavily and said:
"Yeah, I said I'm going to Penglai Island, I want to go to Jiangnan, I have to go to Saibei and I have Chongyun Pagoda, Xuankong Pavilion, Tianshan Cloud Sea, I haven't seen them yet, I have to go, and..."

The little Taoist priest with loose hair was full of complacency, counting with his fingers, then suddenly snickered and said.

"I heard that there is a tree growing on the mountain in the extreme south. I don't know when there was a silver bell on the tree. Every morning the wind blows from the valley and the gully, and the sound of the silver bell ringing is very clear. I don't know Can you find it, senior brother is so lazy, he must not want to look for it on the way, then I will pretend to be angry, as long as I don't speak, senior brother will panic and not be so lazy."

Her face was full of happiness and carefree like in the past.

The head teacher of Weiming Sect couldn't bear to look any longer, so he turned his head away,

Taoist Yuguan's eyes were slightly red.

Chonghe noticed the appearance of the two teachers, she was a little confused, she turned left and right, but didn't see the familiar figure, and said curiously:

"Master Uncle, Master, why isn't Eldest Brother here?"

The two trembled, but did not answer.Chong He would have misunderstood the meaning, and said embarrassedly:

"It must be going to sleep again, it's already this time, haven't you woke up yet?"

"I'll call him, Master, please don't punish him, okay?"

The little Taoist just jumped down wearing a white undershirt, and stepped on the ground with bare feet. The Taoist Yuguan took a deep breath and was about to speak. Taoist Guan shook his head away, and when they looked over, they saw the little Taoist standing blankly at the door.

There was a table by the door, and on the table was a sword without its scabbard.

The sword body was already covered with cracks, the warm sunlight fell on the sword body, the wind blew over, passed through the cracks in the sword body, and made a soft, pleasant sound, like the tune that Mu Shanxue blew with willow leaves.

Chong He lost his mind and murmured:

"Big Brother..."

It's March, and there is a spring breeze like it was more than ten years ago, blowing through the frozen water surface and blowing into the house, and then, in the Weiming sect, Tongchen Sword, which represents the way of twilight.

crumble.

The sword turned into powder that could no longer be seen clearly, mixed with the spring breeze, and passed through the hair of the little Taoist priest.

It looked like some lazy Taoist priest, rubbing her hair and laughing.

"Little Junior Brother."

"We, the future is long..."

PS: Today’s update is presented………

No one leans against me anymore, the swastika, over
(End of this chapter)