The mountain trails outside Shanyue City have long lost their original color. Along the ramparts rising outside the city, all the way down, there are bright purple and red colors everywhere.
But that’s not what mountain flowers look like in bloom.
Just the color of many old or new blood.
Broken armor and clothes were abandoned on the paths, as well as some broken swords, blunt knives, or the corners of many Taoist and witch robes.
Before the mechanical barriers of Shanyue City were raised, everyone probably thought that they had crossed Lingnan. Although such a city in the mountains was dangerous, it would not be able to withstand it for long.
It's just that regardless of whether it's north or south, people probably underestimate the defensive capabilities of this city on the mountain.
This is something that even the ministers have never thought about.
This scholar had returned from the East China Sea after unsuccessfully searching for him. He stood on the top of a green mountain somewhere in Shanyue, dressed in white and facing the wind, quietly looking at the extremely tragic battlefield.
In the past few months, the Nanyi City rebels and many practitioners from Wujia and Xuanxuyuan launched nearly a hundred attacks on such a city in the mountains. However, the Lingnan Sword Sect and the Human Sword Sect were missing. The city in the mountain relied on the northern soldiers dispatched by the Ministry of War and the sword cultivators from many scattered sword sects in the south to tenaciously defend the city on the mountain and the moon.
Although the defensive power in the city has gradually been exhausted, just after the young man sent the sword from Nanyi City, Han Chan also transferred Wu Jia back to Huangliang - at least on the surface, it was because of the demon clan incident. When the incident happened in the south, Huang Liang had to return to defend the territory, but the prime minister and the others knew naturally that those Huang Liang shaman armors would not come back again.
The biggest scholar in Xuanxuyuan stood there for a long time, perhaps having thousands of thoughts in his heart, but probably no one knew about it.
After watching for a long time, the scholar who wanted to return to Nanyi City suddenly raised his eyebrows and looked at the edge of the human battlefield.
There, he saw a young boy who seemed to have met him once, passed through the mountain city barrier, and jumped into the green mountain battlefield with a sword on his back.
That should be a small sword cultivator from Lingnan.
Qing Xiang thought with a strange expression.
His eyes stayed on that spot for a long time.
He didn't know what the Lingnan sword cultivator wanted to do.
...
Adhering to the idea that only when you are full can you have strength, the young boy, after eating well in Shanyue City for several days, finally walked towards the mountain city barrier with his sword in hand.
Of course, what is difficult to overcome is not only the battlefield outside the city, but also how to break through that barrier.
After Lu Xiaoer left the alley, he was stopped by some sword cultivators and defenders before he really approached the city wall south of Shanyue City.
Just like in Yunjue Town, it is absolutely impossible for a twelve-year-old boy to be allowed to go to the battlefield unless the world has reached a desperate situation.
The sword cultivators who had been replaced and were adjusting their breaths looked very determined and drew their swords to stop Lu Xiaoer.
"The front is the center of the battlefield, you can't go there."
This is a very blunt sentence without much emotion, as dry as if you have just learned to speak some human language.
War is, of course, a very emotionally draining place for the world.
Lu Xiaoer could also understand that their tone of voice had lost its usual warmth and had become as cold as blood and a sword.
Lu Xiaoer stood there very seriously with the Xiwu Sword on his back. Although this swordsman came from a small sword sect scattered in the world, he also had the cultivation level of the Taoist realm. He still stayed in Zhishui, where he had not even left the sect. Naturally, it was impossible for the young man to draw his sword and force his way through.
Listening to the sounds of fighting coming from outside the city, there are sword lights, Taoist stars and witchcraft flowing in the sky.
The young boy thought for a long time and said slowly: "I am a sword cultivator from Lingnan. I want to go up there and have a look at Lingnan."
When these words were spoken, the sword cultivator obviously remained silent for a long time, and the sword in his hand dropped a few inches. However, he still stopped in front of the young boy and said in a deep voice: "Lingnan sword cultivator, the same cannot be done."
The handsome young boy who had eaten himself until he was fat and white stood there for a long time. He lowered his head and looked at the blood-colored slates on the ground quietly. After a long time, he raised his head again, his eyes seemed to be filled with excitement. The young man seemed to be aware of this. He raised his sleeve and wiped it in front of his eyes. He lowered his head again and said softly: "I am from the south. Senior brother, please don't make me cry while facing the north."
The sword cultivator from the small southern sword sect stood there in silence. After a long time, he finally put away the long sword in his hand, put it into its sheath, turned around and limped towards the city head - Lu Only then did the waiter realize that this swordsman was missing half of his foot.
"I can only let you see it for a moment."
The sword cultivator's voice came slowly from the front.
Lu Xiaoer looked at the sword cultivator's back and said softly: "Okay."
The good word for sword cultivators is probably the most reasonable thing about such a group of practitioners.
But that's only in ordinary times.
When the world is at war, many rules naturally become ineffective.
So the young boy did deceive such a sword cultivator.
He was led up to the mountain city barrier that could cut across the north and south. The city was surrounded by mountains. After those barriers were raised, it was like a deep valley, holding on to this land of green mountains with incomparable tenacity.
The unknown swordsman stood beside the young boy with his sword horizontally drawn, ready to defend him against any incoming attacks.
The young boy stood on the barrier, quietly overlooking the wars in the world. Sword lights suddenly came and went from the battlefield. Although the sword intent was far less powerful than the sword intent south of Huai'an. , but it is enough to bring some extremely heavy lethality on the battlefield.
In Xuanxuyuan, a world of culture, perhaps there will be more people practicing Taoism and cultivating witchcraft and ghosts.
This is probably the first time that the young boy has seen the extremely powerful suppression of the Wugui Dao people in war, far better than sword cultivators or Tao cultivators.
The divine power of the human world is converging towards Nanyi City. In such a human world that is already far away from Huangliang and far away from the Styx River, there is still a lot of power of the Styx. The spell is more powerful, and the black energy flows freely, and the flowers of the Styx and the quicksand and dusk snow fall on the world together. There are even some Mr. Xuanxuyuan who are located in the three cities of Nanchu, but they have also learned the technique of summoning souls of Nanchu. This is always the most frightening existence in the war.
This is probably the reason why even if the goddess just sits quietly in the human world, the yellow beam is still irresistibly separated.
A land that worships gods and ghosts will naturally benefit greatly from the changes brought about by such a goddess in the world.
The young boy looked at it for a long time, but suddenly he looked at the sword cultivator beside him and asked a question.
"How long can Shan Yue keep guard?"
The young boy who saw such a war scene for the first time naturally felt despair in his heart.
Compared with this place, the demon clan war in Yunjue Town was as peaceful as words between lips and teeth.
The sword cultivator fell silent when he heard this.
Although the world has heard that Shanyue defended Qingshan and delayed the march of the war in the south to the north, it is probably only those who were in the middle of the war who knew the huge pressure between them.
"It depends on whether there will be help from the human world and Huaidu..."
The sword cultivator pondered for a while and was about to talk to the young boy. But when he was halfway through speaking, his expression changed and he hurriedly leaned forward to grab him.
It's a pity that his legs and feet were injured - they were caused by a sword light that fell towards the city.
The figure of that young boy with fine features simply jumped off those barriers in front of the sword cultivator of the Southern Little Sword Sect.
The sword cultivator was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly lay down on the edge of the barrier and looked down.
The little Lingnan sword cultivator who knew the water realm rolled down all the way. Fortunately, he was not a human being after all, otherwise jumping off such a high barrier would be tantamount to seeking death.
But even with the sword intent protecting his body and the sword wind slowing down his descent, the young boy still threw himself so hard that stars appeared in his eyes. His hands and feet were covered with bloodstains, and his forehead was broken. He looked very miserable.
Lu Xiaoer suddenly regretted that he had eaten too much before coming.
If I were thinner, maybe the blow wouldn't hurt so much?
The young boy struggled to get up, and looked up towards the mountain and moon barrier. The swordsman was looking down there, looking at him angrily, as if he was saying something, but the sound on the battlefield was too loud. , Lu Xiaoer was not able to hear clearly what he was saying.
Lu Xiaoer sighed and said sorry softly.
He knew that if he did such a thing, a swordsman like that would definitely be punished in the future.
only.....
Lu Xiaoer didn't think about anything anymore. He stood under the barrier and looked at the bright red mountain path between the green mountains with countless corpses piled up. He pulled out his sword from behind and walked forward silently.
The sword cultivator from the Southern Little Sword Sect stood on the barrier in a daze and looked at the young boy who seemed to leave decisively.
Although he didn't know what he was going to do, his identity as Lingnan could certainly give him many reasons to head south.
But no matter which one it is, this sword cultivator cannot understand it.
In such a war, how could a twelve-year-old Zhishui realm sword cultivator survive?
The sword cultivator suddenly thought of a possibility.
Unless the young man has the intention to die.
He fell silent on the top of the city and hesitated a little. The sword behind him was also unsheathed, but he was holding it in his hand. Although he was in the realm of enlightenment, he did not turn into sword light to chase the young man. After all, the sword light was too flamboyant. , once the sword light appears in the sky above the battlefield, it will be knocked down in an instant.
But before he could jump down too, someone behind him grabbed his shoulders.
"Let me do it."
The sword cultivator turned around in shock and saw the young man carrying the broken sword on his back.
"Lord Ximen?"
Ximen didn't say much. Even though this Taoist cultivator had reached the eighth level, he had never dared to show off in the world and fell into the battlefield. After all, there were many high-level cultivators in the Xuanhu Courtyard.
The young man with the broken knife on his back jumped off the barrier as sincerely as a young boy.
...
What does xuanshuyuan mean?
This has probably always been a question of differing opinions.
But what I have to admit is that such an academy, which dominates the world with culture and teaches everything, has become an extremely powerful high-level combat force in Huangliang over the past thousand years. Together with Cong Ran Jianyuan and Nanchu Wu, it constitutes Huang Liang’s non-secular power system.
They practice Taoism as well as witches and ghosts, and they practice swordsmanship but they also do research similar to that of Tiangongsi.
The scholar named Fang Zhiqiu has arrived north of Lingnan and appeared behind the battlefield together with many Taoist sword cultivators.
Regarding Fang Zhiqiu's arrival, not only Yunhu couldn't understand it, but Liu Chunfeng couldn't understand it either.
He always thought that Mr. Fengwuyuan had returned to Yaofeng Zuyuan, but he never thought that he would come all the way across the swamp and appear in the battle line south of Shanyue Lingnan.
"If someone like Dean Fang died in Huai'an, we would probably all be the sinners of Xuansheyuan."
Dean Chunfeng of Xuanxuyuan in the False Capital looked melancholy at Fang Zhiqiu, who was overlooking the battlefield on a cliff somewhere in Fengqiling.
Fang Zhiqiu turned around and glanced at Liu Chunfeng. Although one of them was from Yaofeng and the other was from Fake Capital, they had quite a few interactions during the Huangliang Palace incident, so they were certainly not strangers. .
Mr. Fengwuyuan smiled and said, "How do you say that?"
Liu Chunfeng said softly: "The trend of the human world is tending to a new situation. In the future, the human world may undergo major changes that have not happened in a thousand years. It can be seen from the rise of Tiangong Division. Mr. is from the Academy of Arts. We will naturally be the backbone of Xuanxu Academy in the future. But to be in such a battlefield, we will naturally feel ashamed."
Fang Zhiqiu rubbed the finger bone hanging on his waist, and said calmly: "The affairs of the Academy of Arts naturally rely on many gentlemen, and it is not just the affairs of Zhiqiu. But for the affairs of the world, Zhiqiu has unshirkable responsibility, whoever takes the responsibility Which one is better is naturally clear at a glance.”
While the two were talking, a sword light came from the mountain moon, and then wiped Fang Zhiqiu's robe away.
Mr. Fengwuyuan was very calm. He turned his head and glanced at the sword nailed into the cliff behind him. Then he looked at Liu Chunfeng beside him and said softly: "Dean Chunfeng still wants to scare me away?"
Liu Chunfeng was silent for a while and said slowly: "Of course."
Although the sword went straight to the rear of the battlefield, it was naturally not difficult for Taoist Chunfeng to stop it.
But Liu Chunfeng turned a blind eye and stood there silently.
He probably also knew that the sword was too far away and had some deviations, so it could not really hit Fang Zhiqiu.
After all, they are all gentlemen from the Xuanxu Academy. Even if they are not from the Academy of Mathematics and Physics, they will eventually be involved and understand something.
Fang Zhiqiu rubbed the phalanx, smiled softly, and said, "I thought you should also know something about me about Huang Liang."
Liu Chunfeng just said calmly: "Of course the Huangliang incident cannot be compared with the Shanyue incident now."
Fang Zhiqiu sighed softly and said: "What can't be compared? It's just chaos in the world with literature."
Liu Chunfeng took a step forward and quietly looked at the world full of wind and blood.
"But this is a real act of death."
...
Crossing the battlefield is certainly a death-defying act.
Even Ximen was silent for a long time when facing the bloody human world outside such a barrier.
He really couldn't imagine how such a young man had the courage to watch on top of the barrier for so long, but still insisted on jumping down from it.
Fortunately, now that Wu Jia has gone south, the southern rebels have also consumed a lot in the months of fighting. Although the magic spells on the battlefield are mixed and dense, there are not many in the green mountains outside the city of mountains and moons. Soldier armor.
Their large force is still on the side closer to Fengqiling, waiting for the monks on both sides to be exhausted before they come in blood and charge towards that barrier.
The Ximen Sword, which was carrying the broken sword on its back, was not unsheathed, and it followed the direction of such a young boy.
Lu Xiaoer did encounter some troubles.
Less than half a mile away from Shanyue Barrier, in the green mountains, he met some soldiers patrolling there.
Perhaps those meals he had eaten in Shanyue City were indeed not in vain. Although the young boy suffered a bloody head injury from the fall, he still carried the Xiwu Sword and fought out among the few soldiers.
This is the first time this young man from Lingnan has killed anyone.
But for Lu Xiaoer, there didn't seem to be any special feelings.
Perhaps it was when he was in Yunjue Town, although the young boy did not participate, after all, the young uncle had given him enough near-personal feelings.
When the Xiwu Sword cut through the armor of a certain southern rebel, embedded deeply into his flesh and blood, and then came out with extremely sharp sword intent, sprinkling a handful of blood on the young boy's shoulder, he did not Very frightened, very frightened.
On the contrary, he felt the same sadness for such a human story as the young master uncle at the time.
This is not an emotion that a young boy should be able to experience.
It's just that he's seen it before.
Heavy snow once covered the mountains and rivers.
So even if the young boy doesn't know the world, he can still imagine the mottled colors of snow-white when the winter chill is getting colder.
Lu Xiaoer didn't think much, he just pulled out his sword sincerely, turned around and slashed a soldier behind him who was slashing his back into two pieces.
This is probably indeed an extremely cruel scene.
So Lu Xiaoer's pupils shrank a little, and then he lowered his eyes, trying his best not to look at those things.
If everyone died like chopped cabbage or shaken fruit, perhaps this story would be more acceptable.
But in the end, it was just an avoidance narrative technique.
A head is a head, not a ripe, falling fruit that makes people feel good.
After Lu Xiaoer killed the dozen or so soldiers, he walked a little further and rested on a mountainside somewhere with his sword in hand.
The strength of the sword's will depends on whether the vitality is sufficient.
It's just that the speed of the sword in the hand is related to the physical strength of the person holding the sword.
Even if the vitality of heaven and earth can be used as a support for sword cultivators' physical strength, they still need to rest after all.
Lu Xiaoer leaned quietly under a tree, thinking happily that he was indeed right.
Sword cultivators in the upper realm do not need to eat a lot of food.
But sword cultivators in the Zhishui Realm cannot do this.
Their sword intention and vitality are not enough, and after the sword leaves their hands, it may not be as sharp as the sword in their hands.
After all, not everyone can have many isolated islands of vitality in the divine sea like a certain young man under the umbrella.
The young boy rested for a while, and when he was about to continue moving forward, a figure suddenly appeared in the green mountains under the sky covered by the sword light Taoism.
Lu Xiaoer grasped the Xiwu Sword tightly as if facing a formidable enemy.
