Among the 72 scenic spots in Longhai County, Stork Tower deserves to be ranked among the top three. Stork Tower is one of the three famous towers in the eighteen counties of the Western Zhou Dynasty. It is close to the Yongji River and is more than 70 feet high. You can have a panoramic view of the three nearby counties by climbing the tower.
After all, Bai Ze and Jiang Wei didn't make it on foot. They bought two horses from the horse dealer and arrived at Guanque Tower in the evening.
"After all, this great Zhou Dynasty horse is one of the best in the north. It is much stronger than the horses of Yan State." Bai Ze turned over and dismounted, looking up at the towering tall building. In the evening, the setting sun cast a majestic halo over the Stork Tower. Light is exciting.
The Yongji River sparkles in the setting sun and has flowed quietly for thousands of years, telling the story of the rise and fall of dynasties and their great achievements.
"Brother Bai is from the Yan Kingdom?" Jiang Weiqi asked, "Then do you know about the demonic chaos in the southern region of the Yan Kingdom three months ago? I heard that the most powerful pass in the north, Hulao Pass, was buried in the demonic chaos. There are more than 300,000 corpses piled up like a mountain, and they have not been cleaned up yet. In the southern region of Yan State, the plague has become rampant due to rising temperatures."
Bai Ze looked heavy, thinking of those people in the Southern Territory.
Liu Ye, Caiyun, Chen Yuanfang, Mu Chen, Mu Qingling. The corpses are piling up in the southern region. Because they cannot be dealt with quickly, the plague has now become rampant and the situation is getting worse. I don’t know how they are doing now.
And the girl he misses so much, Yu Youwei. When she left the Southern Territory, she said she was going to return to the Song Dynasty, but she didn't know if she was there now.
"If you want to know, I can't finish this matter in three days and three nights." Bai Ze said, "I have personally experienced the demonic chaos in the Southern Region. Sixty thousand Jin people died in Dushan seventy years ago. The ghost soldiers were awakened, and the army eventually expanded to 200,000. The demonic chaos was far more cruel than you imagined."
Because of that battle, the Southern Territory had been completely defeated.
Jiang Wei was thoughtful and suddenly realized.
He finally understood where Bai Ze had such murderous aura. In ancient times, in battles, one general succeeded and tens of thousands died. In the baptism of war, the weak will only die.
Only the strong ones who emerged from the mountains of corpses and the sea of blood are qualified to live to tell the world about the tragedy of that year.
"Let's go!" Bai Ze calmed down and glanced at Jiang Wei, "It's just in the evening. Wouldn't it be wonderful to go up to the tower and face the wind and see the boundless vastness of the three counties?"
After that, the two of them went straight to the Stork Tower.
In the desolate dusk, the knight-errant who ascended the building to compose poems came down from the dangerous building. He walked alone in his loose clothes and broad sleeves, carrying a sword. He looked quite free and easy. The young gentlemen and beauties who were traveling cuddled up to each other, and the handsome young men and beautiful women were nothing short of scenery.
Everyone went downstairs, but these two people went against the flow of people and climbed up the stairs.
The Stork Tower is an all-wood structure, made of golden nanmu that has grown for thousands of years, with carved eaves and hanging bells and railings, giving it an air of vicissitudes of time.
Both of them were Zhiwei monks, and they climbed up the stairs without stopping, reaching a height of thirty feet. Bai Ze has reached the second level of practicing "Dragon Elephant Divine Demonic Art". His body is as strong as a third-level monster, so he doesn't feel tired even if he climbs higher.
But Jiang Wei can't.
The sword cultivates the Qi, but does not pay much attention to the physical cultivation. Thirty feet later, a little sweat appeared on Jiang Wei's forehead. But when he looked at Bai Ze, he clearly looked like a normal person. He refused to admit defeat and gritted his teeth secretly.
The two of them worked hard and climbed another twenty feet.
Jiang Wei could no longer pretend, and his breath began to lose its smoothness. What made him feel better was that he saw that Bai Ze's forehead was finally covered with a thin layer of sweat.
But it’s just sweating.
When the two of them reached the top of the Stork Tower, Bai Ze was still sweating, but Jiang Wei already felt that his legs were no longer his, and his breath was completely messed up, and he gasped for air.
"Brother Bai, your physical fitness is really terrifying!" Jiang Wei had to give in.
"Haha, Brother Jiang, don't underestimate the art of body refining." Bai Ze watched Jiang Wei panting and joked, "After all, it is our flesh and blood that carries the true energy."
"What you said makes sense." Jiang Wei took a long breath, adjusted his breath, leaned on the railing and said loudly: "It's not too late! Brother Bai, come and see! You can have a panoramic view of the three counties and hundreds of miles of Yongji River. The flow and the afterglow of the setting sun are the most famous sceneries of the Zhongque Tower, 'the sun lingers on the mountain'!"
Bai Ze stepped forward and took a look. He saw a seventy-foot tall building with a strong wind blowing. The young master's clothes were fluttering and his sword was facing the wind, just like a young man banishing an immortal.
The setting sun is white as snow, falling on the boundary of the mountains in the west. The Stork Tower stands in the mountain mist, like a fairy pavilion.
"The sun sets over the mountains." Bai Ze's vision was wide, and the beautiful scenery in front of him only made him feel excited. "Brother Jiang, I heard you mention this sentence many times, but what's the point?"
"You don't know?" This time it was Jiang Wei's turn to be surprised. He led Bai Ze into the inner room of the pavilion, pointed at the poems and essays on the wall, and said: "Three famous buildings in the Western Region have always been visited by literati and poets. Who wouldn't want to be there?" Compose a poem on this wall to show the eternal romance? But this wall is made of diamond, and it is impossible for a mortal to leave a few words on the wall. If you want to compose a poem on this wall, you must be at least a saint. territory!"
"This poem?" Bai Ze saw an extremely eye-catching poem on the wall in front of him at a glance. The writing was powerful and full of sword intent. At a glance, it made people fascinated and dazzled!
"The sun sets over the mountains,
The Yellow River flows into the sea.
If you want to see a thousand miles away,
Take it to the next level! "
Bai Ze looked down and saw the title of the poem "Climbing the Stork Tower". The title at the end of the poem was the three characters of "Three Unruly and Untamed", Wang Zhihuan!
"Hiss..." Bai Ze took a breath of cold air, "Half-Step Sword Immortal King Zhihuan's poem!"
"Why do you think the Stork Tower is so popular?" Jiang Wei looked at the hundred-year-old poem on the stone wall and sighed, "Every year, countless masters from all over the world come here just to take a look. What does the famous building in the West look like where the Sword Immortal once visited to compose poems?"
Bai Ze looked strange and subconsciously touched the sword Wufeng at his waist, thinking that he and Wang Zhihuan were really destined.
"This song "Climbing the Stork Tower" also single-handedly promoted 'The sun is shining over the mountains' as the most beautiful scene in the Stork Tower. You and I were lucky enough to witness this scene with our own eyes today." Jiang Wei said, " The Yongji River flows from Yongzhou County to the Loess Plateau, so the water is turbid and yellowish, giving it the name Yellow River in color. It goes eastward and goes straight to the East China Sea."
Bai Ze looked at the poem, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that every stroke contained infinite sword intent.
"If you want to see a thousand miles away, you can reach a higher level." Bai Ze murmured to himself, "Wang Zhihuan looked to the west and saw the white sun covering the mountains, and to the east he saw the Yellow River flowing into the sea. But he was still not satisfied and wanted to exhaust all the wonders of the world. , you must go to the next level! This kind of openness of mind is unparalleled by others."
"After all, he is the first man in a hundred years to challenge the current swordsman Li Muzhi and force him to use his sword." Jiang Wei sighed, "Unfortunately, after senior Wang Zhihuan challenged the swordsman, he did not know whether he would live or die, and there would be no more of him in the world of Kyushu. information."
Bai Ze could no longer hear Jiang Wei's words.
He was immersed in the poems written by Wang Zhihuan on the stone wall. To be precise, he was immersed in the mysterious sword meaning contained in every word and every line of poetry.
As the day fades behind the mountains, the Yellow River flows into the sea.
Bai Ze rehearsed "The Sword Intention of the River" in his mind. The long river rolled through thousands of years, coming from the west and going to the east.
That's not a river, it's a sword.
That sword came from outside the sky and headed towards the East China Sea.
The power spans the northern border and is divided into Kunlun and Kunlun.
Bai Ze was dazzled and fell into a state of emptiness, his dark eyebrows surging like stars, ebbing and flowing.
"Bai Ze?" Jiang Weiwei was confused and waved his hand in front of Bai Ze's eyes, but the boy still didn't respond.
"How come this person can still sleep standing up?" Jiang Wei whispered, but there was a vague suspicion in his heart. Bai Ze's state in front of him was very much like the Buddhist concept of enlightenment.
"This young man is so terrifying." Jiang Wei thought to himself, "I don't know how many people have visited the Stork Tower in the past hundred years. So far, I have only heard that some people felt the way of the sword after reading Wang Zhihuan's poems, and their sword skills improved to the next level. Never before. I heard that some people can enter a state of enlightenment after reading this poem."
You must know that the state of enlightenment can be encountered but not sought. How many monks in Kyushu encountered bottlenecks, traveled to mountains and rivers, and became companions with all things in nature, just to catch that ray of heaven, achieve enlightenment and break through the bottleneck.
Jiang Wei couldn't explain what he felt in his heart.
He was unjustly called the number one genius in the eighteen counties of the Western Region, but in terms of his understanding of the art of swordsmanship, he was already far behind the young man in front of him.
What does this first genius mean?
Jiang Wei felt that the heavy shackles in his heart were quietly broken at this moment. He breathed a long sigh of relief and looked at the vast sky outside the Stork Tower.
The river flows and the mountains are silent.
The Stork Tower looks like a majestic Buddha in the setting sun dyed by the forest, suppressing the universe and carrying the majesty of heaven.
Jiang Wei felt that the sword intent surging in Bai Ze was getting stronger and stronger, as if the dust-covered sword was about to be unsheathed.
At the same time, the true energy in the young man's body was also fluctuating violently, which seemed to be a precursor to a breakthrough.
Bai Ze is somewhere between waking and sleeping.
He saw that the innate pure Yang Qi liquefied by the Sea of Bitterness was like an endless whirlpool, from which the Rainbow Bridge went straight up to the nine heavens, into the heaven, and straight into the Sea of Souls.
He saw a page of golden book deep in the soul sea, which suppressed the wild dragon and exuded great power that could not be shaken.
He saw the white-haired girl alone in the endless wasteland, looking at the end of the world. She was surrounded by a red leopard and a fox, and her whole body was swallowing up endless sword intent.
He saw a big river, carrying the billowing sword intent, coming from Huangquan and going to Jiutian. Above the river is a white gold sun that is about to enter the mountains and rivers.
Bai Ze let out a long sigh and stretched out his hand to hold Qiankun.
The river flew past his hand, and as the sun set, the young man was as silent as a god, quietly watching the sword in his hand flourish.
The third sword of heaven, the sword is three long rivers and the sun sets, it is completed.
Bai Ze sensed the internal organs, water and kidneys, and his sword intent gathered the surging true energy rising from the sea of suffering, condensing the Zifu.
"boom!--"
The true energy swept away the dust, Bai Ze came back to his senses, stretched out his hand, and a powerful sword energy flew out, walked along the railing, escaped from the top of the seventy-foot stork tower, and disappeared into the distant dusk sky.
The sword energy leaves, but the sword intention remains.
Jiang Wei stared blankly at the sword coming out of the pavilion. The roar of the sword wind seemed to be still in his ears. He looked back at the young man and asked him: "What is the name of this sword?"
"The sun sets over the long river." Bai Ze said. The aura around him had climbed to the Zifu realm and gradually stabilized.
