Today, after the morning dynasty, a carriage slowly drove out of the palace city and drove straight into the camp of tens of thousands of armored pagodas. No one dared to stop it.
Because the driver was the powerful Minister of War.
In front of a huge military tent, the carriage stopped, and a man who was destined to leave his name in history stepped out of the carriage.
He looked at the huge military tent with a solemn atmosphere, and suddenly remembered a sentence. It was the hussar general of the Dafeng Dynasty who held two million soldiers in the court, in front of the old emperor, and in front of all the civil and military officials. , said it personally.
There are only two kinds of heavy horses in the world.
One is the armored pagoda, and the other is other heavy cavalry.
So the old emperor of Dafeng asked half-jokingly: "What do you think of the general of the Iron Armored Pagoda?"
The hussar general's answer was: "Ten thousand enemies."
This is also the origin of Qingxue’s reputation as “the enemy of ten thousand people”.
In fact, many people in the world don't know that twenty years ago, in an inaccessible desert land of yellow sand, two dynasties had a mighty war.
The Dafeng Dynasty had 80,000 people and four giant infantry formations. The leader of the army was the hussar general who was in high spirits.
The Dajing Dynasty only used 20,000 armored pagodas to strand four giant foot formations. For two whole hours, the 80,000 elite infantry formation led by the Hussars General failed to advance even one step.
The battle method of the Iron Armored Pagoda is very simple.
Collide, run rampant, hit hard.
In the end, the cavalry reinforcements from the Dajing Dynasty arrived in advance, and Dafeng was defeated like a mountain. After that battle, the tyranny of the Iron Armored Pagoda was known to the world!
But what is more noteworthy than this is that the hussar general who walked on the battlefield as if he was in no one's land, was defeated for the first time in his life!
The general at the Iron Armored Pagoda at that time was naturally not the woman who was only eighteen years old this year, but she was only a military general in his early thirties who had just entered the battlefield.
Now twenty years have passed, and he has changed from a fourth-grade martial artist to a sixth-grade master, and from a young general to a gray-haired old general.
Gui Qi quickened his pace and walked into the military tent.
The huge sand table, the small mountains and rivers in the world, and Mount Fanke in the north of the dynasty are circled by the pen of red sand.
A man wearing brand-new armor bowed and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, ten thousand armored pagodas can go to Fanke Mountain at any time!"
Gui Qi looked at his gray hair and said, "They say that generals are afraid of new armor with gray hair. Are you afraid of it?"
The man straightened his back suddenly, completely ignoring the etiquette between monarch and minister, and laughed loudly, "Old man, I am always willing to aim for a thousand miles!"
Gui Qi's eyes were hot and he said seriously: "Okay! I will put on the helmet for you myself!"
Throughout the capital, everyone could feel the earth shaking, and some even heard the sound of spring thunder exploding.
The mighty Iron Pagoda, with tens of thousands of people, was as dark as the tide. After leaving the capital, they all started galloping towards Fanke Mountain!
The best cavalry in the world is headed for Mount Fanke!
On the top of the Forbidden City of the Imperial Palace, someone looked out into the distance, with a pair of golden eyes, like an ancient supreme god looking down at the world.
She is the top existence in the world.
Especially after the soul left the body and wandered around, it went directly from the early stage of the Eighth Realm to the late stage of the Eighth Realm!
Except for the Nine-level Sword God Zhao Bingnie, who was the most invincible person in the world, the number one in the world was only in the late Eighth-level.
What does it mean? This means that at this moment, the Queen who is sitting in the capital, as a saint in this world, seems to have the strength of the Ninth Realm!
He is also invincible in the world!
In the three worlds, almost everyone knows that this empress, who is now the mother of the world, once overwhelmed two rivers and lakes and could not lift her head. But only a few people know that she actually came from the Immortal Family earlier than this.
He is the reincarnation of the ancestor of the Immortal Family who fought on his own five hundred years ago.
She herself is blessed with great luck, and her luck is divided among the three worlds, with five points for immortals, three points for immortals, and two points for secular people.
And she alone accounts for three out of three points.
It is equivalent to one person occupying the luck of a million monks.
Moreover, there is a fact that no one will believe even if it is told. Zhao Bingnie once told Guiliu in his heart.
Qin Fang passed on the bad fortune of the Dajing Dynasty for more than two hundred years, destroying part of the foundation of the road, and there is no hope for the Nine Realms in this life.
But if this had not happened, maybe in just a few hundred years, she would have reached the pinnacle of the Nine Realms that existed only a thousand years ago, and it was even possible that she would have reached the legendary "Ten Realms" that had never been seen before or since.
Zhao Bingnie finally said to Giliu: "Your mother's talent can even catch up with those who have taught and established ancestors for thousands of years. If she is willing, she can even ascend to immortality. It is so stunning and stunning, but for you , she cut herself off from the foundation of the Dao, that’s because in her eyes, you are her Dao, her foundation. Not only back then, I, Zhao Bingnie, still feel that, isn’t it just a stillborn child? It’s not raising her through all kinds of hardships. In a lifetime, grief is grief. Why can't we have another child? Why do we have to cry at a grave? Back then, your mother insisted on changing her fate against the will of heaven. The monks of the Immortal family and the warriors of the martial arts teamed up to cause a great rebellion in the world. I couldn't go back even if I cut Feng with a sword. , but there is only one thought in my heart. If the child is really born, it is best not to let me, Zhao Bingnie, see it. So you, Geiliu, are just a scourge in my eyes, Zhao Bingnie. In this world, except for the vicious people and ghosts, What I, Zhao Bingnie, hate the most is you. If your mother is in danger in the Dharma Ending Age and you cannot protect your mother, I, Zhao Bingnie, will kill the enemy first and then kill you, even if your mother is in front of your mother. I will never hesitate in the face of you. Because if you can’t even protect your mother, then you are just a nuisance, and I won’t let you harm your mother again.”
Of course Qin Fang didn't know these words, because Guiliu had never said them. But every word of these words was carved into his heart little by little.
More ashamed.
But after Zhao Bingnie saw Gui Liu's out-of-body fugue and gained insight into his growth from every detail, and after scolding him away, the old man drank a bowl of water down his head, like a drunken man, haha Laughing, "It's so uncomfortable to live!"
Giliu would never have thought in his life that if he could return home alive during this trip, there would be a Nine Realm Sword God who could teach him "a few moves" by words and deeds.
But the premise is that he must live.
At least this time, he couldn't die under Wu Peixian's sword.
Fanke Mountain is covered with clouds and fog all year round. On the top of the mountain, by the Tianchi Lake, someone is slowly boxing.
The same pair of golden eyes, the figure is ethereal.
After traveling in an out-of-body state, his strength skyrocketed, and he directly advanced from the fourth-grade pseudo-realm to the sixth-grade pseudo-realm of great perfection.
The old abbot was greatly shocked.
But this man with a lofty ambition was not satisfied, because when he had the luck of the emperor, he was equivalent to a seventh-grade monk, and even defeated Zhao Bingnie half a step. He has experienced it personally, so he knows that there is a huge natural chasm between the sixth and seventh grades. An ordinary seventh-grade grandmaster can kill countless sixth-grade Dzogchen masters.
But if you are only at the sixth level of Dzogchen, and it is still a fake state, and this borrowed state is like a castle in the air, you will most likely be no match for a true master like Yao Tiaoxie Guanzhao, whose nine-story platform is built from the ground.
After the boxing ended, Guiliu let out a long breath and sat by the Tianchi, lost in thought.
I wonder where my mother is now? He should be in the middle of the eighth realm, right? At least the enemy, the third best boxing master in the world, was evenly matched in terms of level.
He suddenly thought that if he had not slashed that pinnacle sword towards the mountain inn that day, would he have been able to make up for his current state and rise from Dzogchen to the seventh-level Grand Master.
But immediately, he felt funny about his idea.
That sword was for her, how could she have any regrets?
Gui Liu took off his saber to drink water, sat cross-legged, slowly closed his eyes, and let the breeze blow on his face.
When he was wandering out of his body, he accidentally saw calligraphy carved with a knife on the huge stone wall inside the giant waterfall.
Every stroke, every stroke, hides the edge and shows simplicity.
It's like this dull knife swiping water.
That was most likely the legendary final work of Zhang Jilin, the chief swordsmith of the Six Kingdoms two hundred years ago.
Scenes of scenes appeared in his mind, and he walked around and watched the flowers. Gui Liu whispered softly: "Reply what you say, and you are polite. Follow what you do, and you will be happy. A gentleman will do both, and the world will be at peace... There are still thousands of houses in the small town, the rice is dripping with fat and the corn is white, and the warehouses of the company are abundant."
The words were no longer words, as if they were holding the Heavenly Constitution in their mouths. The huge waterfall thousands of miles away suddenly exploded with majestic water vapor. The calligraphy carved by the chief swordsmith of the Six Kingdoms two hundred years ago, With each stroke, golden light flows.
Two hundred years ago, the six kingdoms were in chaos and war, and all life was in ruins. There was an old man who had been making swords all his life. After seeing that the world-famous sword he had made turned into a murderous weapon, he hugged his head and cried in the heavy rain. He wept tears of blood and begged God for forgiveness.
So he finally forged a dull knife, which symbolized the way to peace. Use this knife to carve the eternal famous poem of Confucianism praising the way of peace, and then commit suicide by jumping into the waterfall.
Before he died, he had his last words for everyone in the world, but no one knew what he said.
History books are mostly fabricated about this matter.
In fact, what he said is: "Those who read this article should seek the way to peace. Those who hold this sword should seek the way to peace. If you use these two, the world will be peaceful and the world will be worry-free."
The famous chapter of peace and the sword of peace are all in the hands of one person.
A Confucian scholar in green shirt suddenly appeared in front of Guiliu.
It is Zhang Jilin, the chief swordsmith of the Six Kingdoms.
Guiliu wanted to speak, but suddenly found that he couldn't move, as if he was suppressed by some kind of rules.
In the blessed land of Buddhism, Confucian rules appeared.
Because no one in the world would have thought that this old man who had been making swords all his life was a Confucian saint in the past, and that the articles recited by scholars today were written by him.
Zhang Jilin looked this white-haired young man up and down, nodded and smiled: "Yes, but he is a little too old, and his white hair is whiter than mine back then." He stretched out between the sky and the earth. , turned his head to look at it, and sighed softly: "I didn't expect that the world would be so peaceful and prosperous two hundred years later. The sound of wind and rain, the sound of reading, is no longer the constant sound of iron hoofs and drums all year round."
Zhang Jilin stepped forward, patted the white-haired young man on the shoulder, suddenly closed his eyes and said, "Why did I hear someone reading poetry?"
At the foot of Mount Fanke, in the makeshift bamboo building, Wu Peixian held a scroll and read.
Zhang Jilin looked attentively and said, "Hey, why did I hear someone say that they want to create peace for all generations?"
He suddenly opened his eyes and laughed loudly, "So he is such a scholar, such a scoundrel who has become stupid with reading."
This Confucian saint from two hundred years ago was furious and said, "Fuck you - bring peace to all generations!"
He turned around suddenly and roared: "What if the smoke spreads and the world is in chaos?!"
Guiliu thought for a moment and answered softly, "Sacrifice yourself to seek the Dharma and pray for the people."
The old man seemed dissatisfied with Guiliu's answer and said angrily: "Answer again!"
Guiliu no longer hesitated, closed his eyes, and said softly: "If you fight with your fighting skills, then the battle can be won."
The old man slowly closed his eyes, as if he heard the sound of wind and rain, the sound of reading aloud, the sound of pounding clothes under the moon, the sound of celebrities talking, the sound of flowing water drinking wine, and the silence of the world.
He smiled and said, "That's right."
The last trace of the Confucian saint's soul left in the world two hundred years ago was dispersed into luck.
for this white-haired young man
for peace and prosperity
