When the Prime Minister sent out the sword, Ximen, who was standing at the top of the city, knew that Shanyue City could not be defended.
Of course, the Prime Minister is not a great swordsman, and such a scholar in white is not even a swordsman.
He is a drunkard, a scholar, a great demon, and a Taoist, but he is not a swordsman.
It's just that he happened to have a very good sword.
Ximen stood on the top of the city with his sword on his back. He let out a long sigh when he saw a beam of light that was like the light of the polar night sky, with magnificent colors, falling towards the mountain.
The Prime Minister's move was something no one had ever thought of.
Ximen also grew up listening to the saying that the world is based on culture.
So he never thought that Qing Xiang would really be so crazy.
Zhuxi stood there with a complicated expression. Sang Lan, the lord of Shanyue City, looked at the defenders all over the city. This was the first batch of troops from the north of the human world to come for reinforcements, mobilized from the northwest cities on the side of Qinghe City.
It was these reinforcements, plus the assistance from many small training places between Liuyun Sword Sect and Lingnan Sword Sect, that enabled Shan Yue to hold on to the barrier for several months.
But it was obvious that after today, he could no longer hold on.
Sang Lan didn't say anything more, turned around and walked down the city.
Ximen and Zhuxi glanced at her but didn't say anything more.
In fact, the pressure in the heart of such a worldly female city lord is far greater than them.
They still remember when they first heard that Sang Shanyue, the second peak leader of the Xiaojiu Peak Sword Sect in Lingnan, had died in the battle in Lingnan, how long this woman who had not practiced cultivation had been looking at the mountains to the south at the top of the city.
In the end, the woman didn't say anything, she just stood there and stayed silent like everyone else.
Sang Lan walked towards the top of the city for a long time before he stopped and looked back at Ximen and Zhuxi above the city. These two people in the hell, when the world is peaceful, often stand beside the world. The existence of the opposite.
But in the end, the world had to rely on them to struggle to find some hope in these stories.
Sang Lan looked at the two of them for a long time, gave a final salute, and said softly: "The matter of Shanyue depends on you."
Ximen didn't say anything. Zhuxi was originally the person in charge of Shanyue City's Heavenly Prison, and had a deeper friendship with Sang Lan. He nodded and said calmly: "The city lord can just organize those people in the city to go north as soon as possible."
Sang Lan didn't say anything more, turned around and left in a hurry.
Of course, the city lord can hold on to the city as a flag until death.
But in such a story, facing the offensive of the southern rebels and Xuansheyuan, it is obviously meaningless.
Rather than die on the city wall, it is better to leave here with everyone.
This is the more important thing.
Sang Lan just started to leave the city.
There was an extremely violent vibration on such a huge barrier in the entire Shanyue City.
Ximen lowered his head and looked at the barriers - a sword had been inserted into the barrier, and countless cracks were spreading along the traces under the sword.
Zhuxi looked at the ground in the city. Compared with the slowly spreading cracks in the mountain and moon barrier, the streets and alleys in the city, those clean streets that once exuded a faint light when the mountain and moon hung over the heart of the sky, are now no longer visible. There is a huge crack that is opening ferociously.
When the Tiangong Division built such a mountain-moon barrier city, it was based on such a mountain. Under the city, there were many mechanisms operating to transmit all the pressure from the barrier to those inside and outside the mountain city. Many peaks, although the mountains in the human world seem to have their own foundations, but often those large peaks are just some of the peaks protruding from the underground mountains.
Even Chen Qingshan, when he pulled up the mountain to the north of the Liuyun Mountain Range, he only broke off a peak to expose the human world. Under such a green mountain, it is connected to the Liuyun Mountain Range. With the power of the Taoist Six Layers, naturally Hard to shake.
This is also the reason why such a barrier can persist for so long under many spells.
It's just obvious that the Prime Minister's sword has already damaged the roots of such an underground mountain range. This has resulted in the barrier not being broken, but the streets and alleys in the city have cracked.
As a scholar under the Three Swords and Three Views, Qing Xiang certainly has the ability to destroy the world.
It's just that the world has never thought that he really dares to fight.
"Yuan... Your Majesty is really crazy."
Ximen stared blankly at the sword that turned back and landed in a mountain to the north of Fengqiling. It was about to accumulate strength and come again.
The man carrying the broken sword had indeed never thought that it turned out that the bloody plum of Dafengli for one thousand and four years had never been involved in the chaos of the demon clan.
Instead, it was the prime minister, the prime minister in white who was supposed to be guarding Nanyi City.
Between the Shanyue Mountains and the Fengqiling Mountains, among the green mountains that are lower and look like flat rivers, there are many figures heading towards Shanyue City.
Like the tide of a flood, waiting for the moment when the embankments of the great lake collapse.
Zhuxi withdrew his gaze from the city with a solemn expression. The sudden cracking of the human world plunged the people of Shanyue City into chaos. It would still take a long time for the city lord's palace to organize the evacuation of everyone.
The incident happened so suddenly that Zhuxi could only hope that those people in the world would be smarter and flee the city when they saw the crack, instead of waiting for the government office to give a definite answer and then hurriedly pack their luggage.
Zhuxi turned around and looked at the mountains outside the mountains with Ximen. He was silent for a while and said softly: "He is going crazy, what can we do? You have entered the avenue, and I have also entered the avenue. It's just a talk. Go, face such a great monster in the world, both you and I are weak."
Zhuxi's words are actually very particular. The prime minister has many identities, but he did not say Taoist, only great demon. After all, Zhuxi was born in Lin Ziguan. Such an ancient Taoist sect that became famous in the Hanguguan era probably always He was a little proud, so he was unwilling to admit some of the identity of a scholar who was indeed a Taoist cultivator, leaving only the word "big demon".
Originally, the threat you faced from the south was far less severe.
But Cong Ren died and the Liuyun Sword Sect had no time to take care of itself, so no one could really stop such a dean of the academy.
Ximen was silent for a long time, then slowly pulled out his broken knife.
"It's difficult to deal with, but of course it has to be done. No matter how unpopular the people in Hell are, after all, we are on the side of the world."
Zhuxi said softly: "Yes."
Zhuxi, who entered the Taoist Dao in his late fifties, was only a three-level Taoist cultivator.
There is a natural difference between entering the great road at a young age and delaying it for half a life.
The gap between the third layer and the fifth layer is still big enough, let alone the prime minister.
It's just that there are still many Taoist texts circulating around this Taoist person.
"I sometimes think..."
Zhuxi's words paused for a moment because of the arrival of the second sword. Such a sword with poor swordsmanship contained huge power.
Then the world trembled.
Just as a young boy in Lingnan thought, the whole city was in a hurry, but no one left here. All the practitioners and human soldiers were silently fearful, clenching their weapons and standing at the top of the city. Above, guarding the barrier that was about to break through.
Zhuxi paused for a moment, then looked back at the long street with even more ferocious cracks in the human world, and said softly: "If the story in Lingnan had not yet come to the human world, I had stopped such a white-clothed sword cultivator, which would have frightened the demon clan. If the news is revealed, will the story not come to this point now?"
Ximen stood there silently, perhaps thinking seriously.
The rebellion in the South had many factors.
For example, Cong Ren dies, a minister switches sides, or Wu Jia comes from the north.
But having said that, perhaps the most critical point at the beginning was that due to the incident of the monster clan, the defense of the entire south was imbalanced, and the north also fell into brief turmoil, which led to a series of subsequent events happening easily.
Ximen thought seriously for a long time, looked at Zhuxi, and said slowly: "Those things about Zhang Xiaoyu will not break out in Shanyue, but will also break out in places like Bailu and Xuanxue. This cannot be stopped. "
Zhuxi sighed and said nothing more.
Ximen smiled bitterly and said, "Actually, the blame for the world's affairs may not lie with me."
After all, Nanyi City's 300,000 green armors were lost in Ximen's hands.
That is the most important existence among the secular military forces in the entire south.
That blue-armored army combines Taoism techniques and Jikuo techniques. It is a connection between the spiritual world and human beings. Naturally, it is not comparable to ordinary soldiers and armors.
Zhuxi sighed and said: "It's the same for everyone, the sword is coming."
Ximen looked back at Fengqiling.
Such a blue-red sword, carrying the irresistible vitality and charm of heaven and earth, passed through the human world and was nailed to the mountain and moon barrier.
So everything shattered.
Then countless sword rays followed.
He shuttled through the gap without leaving any escape route.
...
Yun Huzhidao was sitting at the bridge of Nanyi City, holding a book that was held upside down, quietly tilting his head and looking at the dusk in the world.
The meaning in the wind today may indeed be too noisy.
The scholar didn't seem to want to think too much, so he lowered his head and looked at the book in his hand quietly.
It's just that the books are held upside down. What can such a scholar learn?
Maybe he was just in a daze.
So on such a long street, when the sound of some very cautious footsteps came, the scholar raised his head as if he was frightened.
It was a young man wearing yellow clothes.
Yun Huzi looked at the man with a strange expression. The latter also looked at such a scholar hesitantly. After a while, he came over respectfully and looked at the college gentleman's robe that Yun Huzi was wearing. After a salute, he said softly: "Don't you know your name, sir?"
Yun Hu was silent for a while, and then said slowly: "Are you the emperor's personal attendant?"
The man named Chen Jiu probably didn't expect that the scholar could see his origin at a glance. He was silent for a while and said softly: "Yes, Qian Lanli, Chen Jiu."
Yun Huzhi put the book in his hand on the bridge, then stood up supporting the guardrail and returned the salute.
"Xuanxuyuan, Yunhu doesn't know."
When Chen Jiu heard that Yun Hu didn't know the name, he looked very surprised.
Of course he had heard of the name Yun Hu did not know, and he also knew that this seemingly young scholar had an extremely transcendent status in Xuansheyuan.
And more importantly, Yunhu didn't know that he was the student of Prime Minister Qing.
Therefore, this once distant servant ran toward the bridge with some joy, and fell to his knees with a plop. Even Yun Hu was shocked and didn't know what he was going to do.
Chen Jiu prostrated there respectfully, smiling at first, but soon started sobbing.
"Please Xuanxuyuan return to Huangliang... to rescue Huangliang... before it overturns."
Yun Hu frowned and looked at Chen Jiu with some confusion and asked, "What does this mean?"
Chen Jiu sobbed and knelt down by the bridge, talking intermittently.
"The White Deer Demon Clan came across the sea and joined the Qiu Shui Demon Clan. They gathered the southern demon clan in Congran with the intention of recreating the demon kingdom. Back then, the king transferred Wu Jia back to Huangliang and worked with Jianyuan Sword Cultivator to resist the demon clan. The offensive was quite effective at first, but the goddess disappeared, the power of the shaman's armor gradually faded, and the cultivators of Jianyuan also suffered heavy losses. Once Cong Ran fell, the interior of Huangliang was empty, and within a month, it would fall into the hands of the demon. The hand of the clan..."
Yunhu didn't know but looked at the man in front of him in shock.
The eyes of the world often stay on these rebellions in southern Huai'an, but they have never thought that those evil things in the world that were once noisy have not really subsided. Instead, they have fallen into the yellow beams and are quietly disappearing. Among them, it has developed to the point where Huang Liang is in danger.
"Where's Han Chan?"
Yunhu didn't know that he naturally knew about the changes in the false capital, and that such a Liuyun sword cultivator ascended to the throne of the King of Chu.
It's just that such a question was asked, but no response was received.
Chen Jiu stopped sobbing and knelt there in silence for a long time. After a long time, he raised his head and said softly: "The king was poisoned to death by Zuo Shifu with the water of the Styx in the Yingfeng Tower. .”
Yunhu stood there in a daze.
He really never thought that the story of the South would end like this.
A great sword cultivator from the Liuyun Sword Sect was poisoned to death by someone from the Huangliang Zuoshi Mansion. No matter how you put it, it seems like an extremely absurd story.
It’s just that probably nothing in the world is impossible.
Chenjiu crawled down again.
"I also ask the dean and all the gentlemen to cross the river and return to the south to save the people of Huangliang."
Yunhu just stood there silently, looking at the man in front of him for a long time. After a long time, he slowly said: "Is this your choice?"
Chen Jiu raised his head blankly and looked at Yun Hu, wondering what such a sentence meant.
Unexpectedly, Yunhu had no desire to continue talking. He picked up a book about the School of Mathematics and Physics from the bridge, walked to the top of the Nanyi River Stone Bridge in the dusk, and stood there, looking towards the north of the world.
Twilight may also be like a blood color.
The scholar looked at it for a long time and then said calmly: "Xuanshuyuan can't go back, and neither can the dean."
Chen Jiu opened his eyes wide and looked at the scholar in horror.
"What do you mean, sir?"
Yun Hu turned his head and said calmly: "The dean is dead, Chen Jiu."
Chen Jiu looked at Yun Hu Wenzhu on the bridge in disbelief.
"When did this happen?"
The scholar smiled sadly and said, "I don't know, maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow."
Yun Huzhidao raised his head and looked at the sky on earth.
The turning point of the story is naturally very rapid.
A young man in green clothes carrying two swords appeared on the streets of this ancient city.
Everything collapsed irrevocably.
The story of the man in heaven is invisible.
But the story behind the people in heaven is naturally very clear when it comes to the human world.
Yunhu looked up for a long time, then lowered his head and looked at the extremely shocked Huang Liang attendant for a long time.
"Why did Zuo Shifu want to poison Han Chan?"
Chen Jiu was silent for a long time and said softly: "Because the king wants to return power to Da Feng."
The scholar nodded thoughtfully, sighed softly, and said slowly: "It should indeed be like this."
In fact, although Huangliang has been a companion land for thousands of years, such an ancient land will certainly not be too weak, at least it is far better than such a country of wind and snow.
It's just that in the story of Da Ze Fengqi, they buried too many things outside Nanyi City.
Many spiritual witches died, and the northern witches traveled far away to Huai'an, and the corpses of 800,000 sea guards fell into the swamp.
Coupled with the arrival of the goddess into the world, Huangliang's internal self-consumption and destruction resulted.
In the end, Xuansheyuan made a desperate move and fought with Kamigawa.
This has led Huang Liang to the current situation - being forced to the point of national subjugation by the demon clan in the world.
Chen Jiu stood at the bridge of such a lonely ancient city with a sad expression, looking around blankly. After a long time, he said in panic: "Then what should Huang Liang do now?"
Yun Hu was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "Are all the people in Jian Yuan dead?"
Chen Jiu said hesitantly: "Although we are not dead, we have suffered heavy losses and probably won't last long."
Yunhu said calmly: "Then let's wait until everyone in Jianyuan is dead."
Chen Jiu wanted to say something else.
The scholar was already walking slowly towards the other side of the river along such a stone bridge.
"This is Huang Liang's own choice."
Chen Jiu fell silent.
Of course it is.
Not only Zuo Shi Mansion, but also Xuan Xuyuan.
In other words, although such a land has struggled with the stories of goddesses, it is undeniable that they still rely on the blessings of such a goddess who has not left many stories in the world. In the turbulent human world, I was extremely determined to be separated from the other side of the river.
Huang Liang’s story is, of course, the inevitable consequence of all choices.
Chen Jiu finally lost all hope. When he was first entrusted by everyone in the holiday capital and came to the north of Daze to seek help, they did not think of things so pessimistically.
But it turns out they were probably completely wrong.
"gentlemen."
Chen Jiu looked up at the scholar walking quietly across the river and called him softly.
Yun Hu stopped unconsciously and turned to look at Chen Jiu.
"If Huangliang really capsizes..."
Yunhu said calmly: "It's just a temporary thing. The story of the goddess is over. Huaian will cross the river and leave by then."
Chen Jiu said nothing more.
So finally.
Probably still just returning power to the strong wind.
