"I always feel like I've been lied to by the dean."
Even though the prime minister has become a traitor to Huaian, this little swordsman from Xuanxu Academy has habitually called him the dean.
Fu Jiangnan sat on a rock by the river, holding his sword and looking back at the south with melancholy.
They have left Lingnan far away.
Although they are still within the territory of Shanyue, they have already crossed Shanyue City.
They don't know where they are going either.
Lu Xiaoxiao and Wu Dalong just led the teenagers all the way north.
Tianya Sword Sect and Xiaobai Sword Sect naturally do not have any sad stories.
After all, their senior brother passed away, but their master is still fine.
Only the senior sister Chu Yao, who was said to have a close relationship with the Human Sword Sect, remained on the Lingnan battlefield.
It's just that Chu Yao is obviously not familiar with those teenagers, so the teenagers don't have too many emotions in their hearts.
Lu Xiaosi and Lu Xiaowu were there helping Lu Xiaoyi roast some meat. Hearing these words, Lu Xiaosi asked curiously: "Why?"
Fu Jiangnan said melancholy: "He was the one who asked me to come to Lingnan, but he was the one who destroyed Lingnan."
When the young boys heard this, they also had some sad expressions.
After all, for Xiaosi and the others, Lingnan was a place where they had spent some time.
Fu Jiangnan probably realized that he had said the wrong thing. He laughed awkwardly as he sat there and looked around again. He saw Lu Xiaoxiao and Wu Dalong who were building some simple sheds there, so he jumped down with his sword in hand and headed towards the Walk away.
"Can I help you, Master?"
Wu Dalong casually pointed to a few chopped logs on the side.
"Help me get them over here and stand them up."
"good."
Fu Jiangnan also became busy.
In the distance, deep in the forest, other teenagers were gathering firewood.
Because all of their students are young people who are new to the industry, Lu Xiaoxiao and Wu Dalong still habitually build some shelters wherever they go.
After all, the young man is not yet able to practice cultivation. If he eats and sleeps in the open air, he will inevitably contract some diseases.
What's more, after passing Shanyue City, even if Lingnan has been lost, it is still safe behind this mountain city.
A group of people worked hard for a long time and finally built a simple shelter in the forest.
Lu Xiaoyi and the others also prepared food, so a group of young people gathered around the fire and began to eat.
Wu Dalong and Lu Xiaoxiao probably didn't have much intention to eat, so they climbed towards the top of the mountain again, probably because they wanted to take a look at the stories in the south.
Although Fu Jiangnan wanted to ask something, but after all, as the only combat-effective senior brother of the two sword sects, he still stayed on the bank of the river in the mountain and stayed there quietly with the other senior brothers.
As for the other person with fighting ability, it is naturally Lu Xiaoyi.
As the contemporary senior sister of the Xiaobai Sword Sect, Lu Xiaoyi is naturally a small swordsman in the Mountain Realm. Not to mention how powerful he can be, at least wielding a sword in Hengkong is not a problem.
Fu Jiangnan looked at Lu Xiaoyi who was sitting there holding a rabbit leg and staring at the river in a daze. He thought about it, walked over, and sat for a long time next to this senior sister who was most likely a monster. .
"Are we going to find our senior brothers and uncles?"
Lu Xiaoyi turned around, glanced at the young man from Xuanxuyuan, shook his head, lowered his head and ate rabbit meat.
"have no idea."
This is probably something that really cannot be known.
After the three young men from the Sword Sect left, only Lu Xiaosan came back once inexplicably riding a gourd.
They may not even know where the boy is now.
Maybe under the cliff, maybe I don’t know where I went.
After the group left Lingnan, they just stayed away from the flames of war as much as possible and took the seeds of Lingnan to some safe place.
I heard that the young men from Tingfeng Jinghong's sword sect did not stay in Shanyue City, but continued north, perhaps to the Liuyun Mountains.
I just heard that the Liuyun Mountain Range is not peaceful either.
Fu Jiangnan looked to the north with a somewhat solemn expression.
Something seems to have happened between Liuyun Sword Sect and Shanhe Guan, and there is some friction between the two that has seen a lot of blood.
The people of He Zong were there.
As for heading east.
To the east is White Deer.
Such a land in the southern plains is said to have become a land of blood and rivers.
Compared to Shanyue entrenched in the mountains, the White Deer on the plain has always been a battlefield with a long history.
Part of the southern defenders retreated to Shanyue City, while Bailu was later taken over by the northern army, and started a tug-of-war with the rebels and Wu Jia.
Therefore, for the young people in Lingnan, no matter where they want to go, Liuyun Mountain Range is the only choice.
After all, the matter between Liuyun Sword Sect and Shanhe Guan is ultimately an internal matter within Huaian and a matter within the cultivation world, and is naturally far less cruel than this war.
Fu Jiangnan didn't ask any more questions, turned around, took out the sword named Bai Yujing from behind, put it on his knees, pulled out some, and stroked it carefully.
The remaining sword power and sword intention on this sword is far better than other swords that came out of the sword lake.
Lu Xiaoyi also looked over curiously.
Before leaving Lingnan, Lu Xiaoxiao and the others naturally gave Lu Xiaoyi a sword from Sword Lake.
It's just that it's naturally not as good as Fu Jiangnan's sword, which was personally given to him by the people from Sword Lake.
"Is this the sword that will be used to reopen the sword throwing pool in the future?"
Fu Jiangnan and Wu Dalong had nothing to hide in the sword throwing pool.
The young man from Xuanxuyuan nodded.
Lu Xiaoyi watched silently, although such a young man is indeed the most suitable person to hold such a sword in the Sword Sect of the world today.
But as the senior sister of Xiaobai Sword Sect, Lu Xiaoyi naturally prefers that such a sword should belong to Lu Xiaoer or Lu Xiaosan.
Fu Jiangnan turned to look at Lu Xiaoyi, who was in a daze, and asked curiously, "What is senior sister thinking about?"
Lu Xiao raised his head subconsciously, and when he looked at the sincere eyes of the young man in front of him, he felt ashamed for having such thoughts.
Lu Xiaoer, Lu Xiaosan, and Fu Jiangnan are naturally junior brothers.
Who is holding it and not holding it?
What's more, it is unknown whether those two young men will return to Lingnan.
The world is so big, they will see many places higher than Lingnan...
Lu Xiaoyi did not continue thinking.
He just shook his head and whispered: "It's nothing."
Hearing Lu Xiaoyi's somewhat depressed mood, Fu Jiangnan hesitated a little and asked, "Senior sister, are you thinking about second senior brother and the others?"
Lu Xiaoyi raised his head, pretending to be nothing, nodded and said, "I just thought they were doing something somewhere."
Fu Jiangnan sighed softly.
"Anywhere is naturally better than in Lingnan."
Lu Xiaoyi nodded.
The sun was getting late, and Lu Xiaoxiao and Wu Dalong, who had been watching the mountains for a long time, also returned.
The gentle flow of a river gives the illusion of tranquility in the world.
Or maybe it's not an illusion.
The chaos is only in the human world, and nature has nothing to do with the mountains and rivers.
After a group of teenagers washed up by the river, they returned to the temporary residence and rested or practiced quietly.
Fu Jiangnan followed Wu Dalong and checked everything in the twilight of the night, and then the master and apprentice stopped under a tree not far away.
Lu Xiaoxiao was sorting leaves there and making beds for the teenagers. The evening light fell from the gaps in the mountains and fell on the river like a flickering light.
If you change the story, maybe this is a very beautiful picture.
But for these young people who had to leave the Sword Sect, their hearts were naturally heavy and it was difficult to be happy.
So the light that fell into the river was as shaky as a candle.
The scenery is naturally the same, it just depends on the mind of the person who sees it.
"Master, how long can Shanyue last?"
Fu Jiangnan asked, looking at Wu Dalong on the side.
The latter looked south silently and said softly: "It's hard to say. Although Shanyue guards the mountains, if there is no backup, even if such a mountain city is easy to defend and difficult to attack, it will show its fatigue during the long siege."
Fu Jiangnan fell silent.
After a long time, the young man slowly said: "If Lingnan had retreated to Shanyue, would it have been able to hold on longer?"
Wu Dalong said silently: "The defeat will only be faster. If Lingnan retreats directly, even if many Lingnan sword cultivators are retained, being trapped in such a mountain city will further limit their combat power. Lingnan is completely cut off from north to south. , making it difficult for Wugui Dao techniques to cover the entire battlefield, which relieves a lot of defensive pressure to a great extent."
Fu Jiangnan thought of the horrifying scenes he saw before leaving.
After the goddess came to the world, with the blessing of the power of the Styx, even though the magic of the witches and ghosts was briefly broken by the sword light, they reunited more tenaciously, like an irresistible dark cloud, weighing heavily on into the hearts of the world.
But the witchcraft in heaven is naturally far inferior to the witchcraft on earth.
spiritualism.
This is always the most terrifying witchcraft and ghost technique among human battlefields.
The more troops put into the battlefield, the more powerful this technique can be.
If those Nanchu witches hadn't retreated to Huangliang in the end, and 800,000 black armors were pressing down on the territory, it would have been difficult to defend Nanyi City.
In the current war in the south, there are more than 800,000 people?
Huai'an, with its wealth and power, supported countless soldiers from the south, and most of those soldiers were instigated by Xuanxuyuan to rebel, and came with hundreds of thousands of wizards from the south.
The fact that Lingnan has been able to hold on until now is extremely strong.
If it hadn't been for the 70,000 sword cultivators who died in Nanyi City, they would have been able to block the torrent for a longer time with the help of Lingnan's home field advantage.
It was hard for Fu Jiangnan to imagine how the land in the north could resist the southern army that was summoned by countless powerful witches in the age of gods and ghosts.
Of course, the Sword Cultivator's Divine Sea will be empty, and the Nanchu Wu's Wu River will dry up. However, as the power of the Styx River begins to drift towards Huaian for some reason, the speed of the two's depletion will naturally be totally different.
The dusk gradually withered away in the young man's contemplation.
The young man seemed to hear many strange sounds in the mountain wind with fallen leaves.
Like an extremely slow but shocking sound.
Wu Dalong probably heard it too. Although this place was far away from Shanyue City, the sounds still came from there.
The thirty-six-year-old sword cultivator thought for a while, looked at Fu Jiangnan's confused expression, and said softly: "It's the sound of heaven creating things."
"A creation from heaven?"
Fu Jiangnan was a little puzzled.
If this young man is a student of Wenhua Academy of Xuanxu Academy, he will naturally know what it is.
That was the work of the Huaian Tiangong Department.
As small as a crossbow cart with Taoist inscriptions engraved on it, as large as the entire Nanyi City, they are all created by heaven.
"You should know that Nanyi City used the power of one city as a mechanism to nail such a Styx ghost to death with one sword."
Fu Jiangnan nodded.
Back then, this young man was in Nanyi City, in Xuanxuyuan.
Naturally, he had seen the changes in the entire Nanyi City at that moment.
Using the power of the long river as a string and the long street of Nanyi City as a bow, he shot out the sword belonging to Shenhe with extremely amazing power. Even the power of the mighty Styx could not stop the sword. .
"That is something from Tiangong Kaiwu, Huaidu Tiangong Department."
Wu Dalong said softly: "So the city of Huai'an, many times, is not afraid of external enemies, but of internal disintegration."
Just like the white deer in times of evil.
If Shan Yue hadn't reacted in time, he would have been like a white deer.
Fu Jiangnan was thoughtful, but he was probably also curious about what the Tiangong Kaiwu in the City of Mountain and Moon was.
"Is that also a sword?"
"How could I possibly know?"
Wu Dalong sighed and said.
As a small Lingnan sword cultivator, it was naturally impossible for him to know what it was.
Even the sword in Nanyi City would only be known after the fact. Before that, even Chen Huaifeng and the others had not known about it.
Fu Jiangnan was still looking over there.
Wu Dalong patted the young man on the shoulder.
"Get some rest early, we will continue to go north tomorrow."
Fu Jiangnan nodded, and walked through the forest with some reluctance, returning to the river.
...
Zhao Gaoxing, a young man from Huangliang, didn't even know when he dropped the sword in his hand. After climbing up the cliff in the north of Lingbei, he just opened his mouth in confusion and looked at such a distant mountain. An extremely tragic scene outside Moon City.
This young man originally thought that the sword cultivation battlefields in Lingnan were cruel enough, but he never thought that the current story would be even more bloody.
In that battlefield, nearly a hundred heavy crossbows with Dao Wen attached to them at the top of the city fired volleys from a high position, which were considered insignificant things.
Those things that were once called the power of the Styx and are now called divine power are all over the world. Countless soldiers fell from the pool of blood, picked up their heads in the river of blood, tied them around their waists, and headed towards those mountains. .
This young man can no longer tell what is a human and what is a ghost.
So he looked at the Sword Sect disciple on the side.
I thought that this young man who should have witnessed some stories in Nanyi City would behave better.
But the boy who had a big dream also looked pale.
Back then under Lingnan, those battlefields were vast and scattered.
The impact brought by it is naturally far less than that of such a completely gathered battlefield.
Or maybe it's because there's not a lot of bright sword light to break through the gloom that belongs to the power of witches and ghosts and the blood color of the battlefield.
Zhao Gaoxing was silent for a long time, then sat down on the top of the mountain and said softly: "I thought your ability to accept was stronger."
After using the gourd for a long time, his complexion gradually recovered. He also leaned on his sword and slowly sat down.
"I am also a teenager, and I am only fifteen years old. In the past, my senior brothers always protected me very well. They didn't even let me take a second look at the story of Nanyi City. Why should I be more receptive? "
The two teenagers looked at each other silently for a long time, then turned their heads together, breathing for a long time.
After a long time, Zhao Gaoxing, the young man who couldn't bear to look at those scenes, calmed down a little and looked at Hu Lu, who was also a young man beside him.
"How long will it take for Shanyue City to be conquered?"
Hu Lu did perform much better than Zhao Gaoxing, at least after taking a breather, the young man once again looked at the battlefields that looked like sparks overflowing during blacksmithing in the twilight.
"It's going to be a long battle here."
Hu Lu thought for a long time before speaking softly.
Zhao Gaoxing was a little puzzled. The Lingnan Sword Sect had already crossed over, so why would it turn into a long battle when it came to Shanyue.
The young man sitting with a sword said softly: "Because crossing Lingnan represents a signal, a signal of danger in Huai'an. The north will no longer stand by and watch. Many places of practice will participate in this war, even those of the Sword Sect. Taoists from the north of the gate line will all step in. Of course, we are the same. Xuanxuyuan is coming from the south. If your Majesty really has ambitions from south to north, he will continue to cross Daze. Bathed in divine light, deploy your troops."
Indeed, as Hu Lu said, in the Liuyun Mountains to the north of Shan Yue, sword cultivators were already heading towards Shan Yue.
Perhaps the East China Sea Sword Sect has also made some noise.
Among the three major sword cultivating communities, Lingnan Sword Sect is the lowest one.
But after all, such a place represents a kind of weather vane in the world.
The fact that Lingnan died for it certainly deserves to be taken seriously by the world.
Zhao Gaoxing was about to say something when he suddenly seemed to hear some footsteps coming from behind him.
Before the young man could turn around, he was kicked on the back. He was caught off guard and rolled down the cliff. Fortunately, the young man hurriedly hugged a tree branch protruding from the cliff. ——Like many characters in books who do not deserve to die.
Zhao Gaoxing looked at the bottom of such a continuous and towering mountain range with lingering fear.
I am not a cultivator, so if I fall down, I will die without a burial place.
But when he hugged the tree tightly and raised his head to look upward, he was still there.
On the cliff, the one who kicked him off the cliff was also a young man.
In the orange twilight, the color of the clothes was very light, just like white clothes, or maybe it was orange clothes itself.
It's just that there's a lot of blood on it, and it's also on the body.
This is a young swordsman who has not left Lingnan.
Or maybe, in the past stories, he was the only one left in the sword sect he belonged to, so no one came to take him away with him.
But when Zhao Gaoxing saw the hateful look in the young man's eyes, he felt that maybe he just didn't want to leave.
He wants to wait for someone.
Two young men stood on the cliff holding swords.
Dusk drifts.
Hu Lu didn't ask any more questions. In such a story, Lingnan Sword Cultivator was the enemy.
So he simply pulled out his sword, and struck the sword towards the sword cultivator who was not as good as himself in that realm.
But the next moment, Zhao Gaoxing heard something.
"Do you remember Shushu?"
Young Hu Lu's sword suddenly stopped there.
At the same time, an extremely slow, powerful, and frightening mechanical sound came from the distance.
At that moment, the world became extremely bright, as if a mountain moon was shattered and turned into a day of iron trees and silver flowers falling to the world.
Zhao Gaoxing couldn't see clearly what was on the cliff, but he just hugged the tree tightly amidst the roar of the wind.
When the light gradually dims.
Zhao Gaoxing remained silent there.
The young Hu Lu had a sword stuck in his heart, but his own sword was clean.
The other boy has disappeared.
