He thought for a while, looked at the knife in his hand, and then whispered roughly: "It's too small here. I can break it with one knife... It's better to go to the lawn outside."
The young man heard him muttering to himself, as if he was going to weed Tosai. He ignored him and turned sideways: "Sir, please."
Lang Chenyan looked at him, then walked out slowly with the knife in hand. And watching him leave, the disciples swarmed into the martial arts arena.
He scratched his head and walked toward the door, thinking about his dream last night.
He always felt as if his sword was about to be sharpened again.
When he walked to the tomb where the hero had left his life, he saw the exquisite sword leaning in front of the tomb.
After looking at it for a while, he sighed.
This knife is no longer the weapon used by Xia Xia in the past. Moreover, so many complicated pendants are harmful to battlefield fighting.
After thinking about it, he finally turned around and left.
…………
And in a more distant and more dangerous place, the secret Zhaosui Mingbang has the power of more than ten cities, standing majestically in the vast sky and wilderness where few people visit, with thousands of peaks in a radius.
As the largest stronghold, the concealment work in the past was not without complexity. The surrounding hills form the formation, and there are two artificial rockeries covering it at any time. It is only over time that such a formation can be formed.
Now that it has finally appeared in the world, under the full command of Shadow Corpse, it will definitely shock the entire lower world.
Every day, a steady stream of troops are transferred from here and flow into various places. Just like the two commanders confronting Qiongtian Temple, each holding its own end.
After leaving the desert, Shadow Bones returned to the impregnable base he had run for a long time. And even if he is gone, Zhaosui Mingbang is not leaderless.
In the past, one of the "Chili Twin Jewels" that had many rumors in the Three Realms, Suiyouhun, the mourning knife, was also in the Omen of Sin Ming State. As the second-in-command of Shadow Bones, the wandering soul is the death knell that will always stand for the sinful nation.
Outside the Zhaosui Mingbang, among the cascading peaks, dead branches were everywhere, and the dried blood was still dazzling.
Here is the graveyard of the righteous path.
When Yue Shenchen and the two were in deep danger, it was not because they were overestimating their own capabilities. They also led a team of nearly a hundred people at that time, but faced an unexpectedly powerful enemy. Until now, their original strength has been completely wiped out.
If Zui Chenxiang and others hadn't arrived in time, the two of them would have turned into dead souls. However, even with the help of Zuichen Township, their current disadvantage is still inevitable.
Now, trapped in the Congfeng formation, all the troops and the only defense left were an outer watchtower that had been captured earlier.
Fortunately, because of the terrain, it was difficult for Zhao Zui Mingbang to attack. Thanks to the fact that they only reserved one path when they built the watchtower, now it has become the biggest barrier for everyone to maintain their strength.
However, everyone knows it. Whether it is supplies or the patience of Zhaosui Mingbang, this will not be a place where they can continue their stalemate for a long time.
Only by retreating as soon as possible or waiting for strong foreign aid can they truly survive.
The upper floors of the watchtower were not completed and had been damaged during previous attacks. However, they could still see the situation outside the mountain, which became their greatest hope.
Yue Shenchen and the others were seriously injured and have been recuperating at the lower level. The remaining soldiers from Zuichen Township and Jiumeng tried every means to intercept food, grass and water sources every day so that they would not be trapped alive.
And every day, in addition to sticking to the watchtower, their only hope is the distance beyond the mountains.
They believed in their comrades. Whether it's Gongsun Tan, Poinsettia and Jiu Meng, they are fighting together all the time. Every time they think of this, their hearts will be filled with fighting spirit.
Finally, two days later. On this early morning, their expectations were not in vain.
Facing the first morning dew in the forest, through the reflection of the mountains and ravines, they could see some unexpected reinforcements coming from Juechen.
"That is……"
In the early morning, the air inside the watchtower was stirred by a burst of excitement.
Zui Chenxiang walked up to the upper level and saw everyone's excited faces, as if they had made some incredible discovery.
He leaned over, squinted his eyes, and watched carefully.
Suddenly, they saw a team of dozens of people walking slowly in their direction outside Pingye Beach.
The leader is like a Bodhi mirror, wearing a thick cassock and holding a bronze Zen staff. Like the dawn of the night, he led a group of Brahma disciples and walked steadily towards the direction of the sinful Ming Dynasty, with his eyes as bright as thunder.
"That's from the Xuandeng Temple..." Someone in the tower shouted in surprise.
Zui Chenxiang leaned in front of the simple window frame, squinted his eyes and watched carefully, as if he remembered the name of the leader.
"It's... the hanging lamp monk."
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And outside Tianzhu, in the jungle outside Qingya Academy, a lone figure came quietly.
The visitor's footsteps were very slow, stepping lightly on the messy branches on the ground. The morning dew still clings to the gaps between the tree trunks, slippery and fresh.
The faint morning light penetrates the mist and permeates the low-hanging forest leaves. The visitor's hair was slightly wet from the morning mist, sparkling in the sunlight.
Standing here, you can vaguely see the outline of the academy.
He stood still and stared at the academy in front of him, full of affection.
Whether it was because the dew was too heavy or for some other reason, a pool of water quickly accumulated in his eyes.
He is none other than the Holy Envoy of Jiuche Xiaoying, Xi Zishi.
