Guangling River.
The tide is coming.
There were countless people watching the tide, including celebrities laughing and chatting, and ordinary people with their families. There are also many martial arts people, wearing swords and swords, looking into the distance.
Back then, Murong Wudi, who dominated the top five, first came out of the martial arts world. It was here that he achieved the reputation of "breaking three thousand riders with one hand". In recent years, martial arts people have been coming here to admire and recall the past. It has become a place famous tourist sites.
Wow!
On the foggy river surface, there is a white line moving from east to west, like a white rainbow crossing the river, growing like a snowball, and its momentum becomes more and more amazing. When they resisted near Dayanji, they were as high as four feet high, and white waves surged into the sky, like a dragon, covering the sky and the earth, which was extremely frightening.
"This world is getting old."
Among the crowd, there was an old man with a sheepskin fur sighing.
When he first entered the martial arts world, he rode on the tide with his sword and was full of vigor and vitality.
After that, countless heroes and heroines showed their prominence on the Guangling River, and there were swordsmen whose swords soared into the sky and stirred up thousands of waves with the river. There are also strong men who walk against the tide alone, scattering countless waves with one punch.
And now.
But it’s hard to see this scene again.
Not only because Great Liang, as the most prosperous dynasty that unified the Central Plains, had no intention of suppressing the world, but in public, no one would dare to do such an outrageous thing.
Even more because this world is withering.
After Xuanyuan Qingfeng, there is no more amazing younger generation in the world.
Huang Sanjia introduced the remaining luck of the Eight Kingdoms into the rivers and lakes, so that after the Spring and Autumn Period, masters of the rivers and lakes mushroomed like mushrooms after the rain. But it is undoubtedly counterproductive. In addition, the imperial court is becoming more and more powerful, and the national destiny of Daliang is squeezing the destiny of the world. I am afraid that in a few decades, ordinary Vajra masters will be able to join the martial arts review, and Zhixuan will be the best in the world.
After watching the tide of Guangling River, the old man in sheepskin fur walked alone.
Two days later, Li Chungang came to a decaying yellow mud house. In front of the house, there was a pond that had no water for a long time.
When I was young, I went down the mountain to travel around the world. I once bought a herring and a red carp at the market and released them in the small pond in front of my house. Now the water in the pond has dried up, and the lotus leaves have all fallen.
As for the two green and red tails in the pond, they have disappeared.
Li Chungang sighed softly and climbed the mountain along the overgrown mountain road. The top of the mountain was where he practiced his sword, and a smooth cliff suddenly stood up on the mountain flat, which was touched by his sword energy.
On the hillside, there is a deserted tomb with no words on the tombstone, but next to it is an unnamed sword that the old sword god Li left behind when he was young.
The old man in sheepskin fur pulled out the weeds, sat on the ground and looked at the mountain wall, as if muttering to himself or telling a ghost: "That boy Murong Tonghuang will probably cut off the connection between heaven and earth. People in heaven will return to heaven, and people in earth will return to earth." . However, there is no absolute limit. If people are willing to ascend, they can still open the gate of heaven, but immortals cannot descend to the lower world."
"After going round and round, there is no nostalgia in the world. For me, Li Chungang, ascending seems to be the best choice. But why would I want to ascend without you? Is there anything more boring in the world than being a god?"
The old man looked back at the small tomb and said softly: "In this world, for thousands of generations, I am the only one, Li Chungang, and you are the only one in Green Robe. Some things just can't be let go, cut off, or thrown away. Buddhism says that in life Of the eight sufferings, I think there is only one suffering, and that is not being able to ask for anything. When I was young, I couldn’t ask for anything, and I couldn’t ask for you when I lost you. Forget it, it’s all the smoke of the past, go ahead and let go.”
"During the battle between Liang and Mang, Sui Xiegu's hometown lost to me, and he was not convinced. I still have a sword here, and I will compete with him again, and then let the world see my style, Li Chungang."
Li Chungang pulled out the ancient sword that had not been sheathed for half a century, and split the entire cliff with a single stroke of his sword: "Lvpao, let's see what happens with my sword."
Toss lightly.
The sword light flew into the distance and flew into the distance.
After the old man in sheepskin fur threw away his sword, he did not watch the majestic scene of the immortal slashing open the mountain with his sword. He just sat in front of the grave and whispered to her, telling her about his experiences and encounters over the years.
It will be dark.
The old man in sheepskin fur had blurred vision and dozed off.
In the blur, someone dressed in green trotted towards him.
A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he fell asleep for a long time.
The Sword Armor of the Thirteen Armors of the Spring and Autumn Period, one of the four great masters in the Jiazi period, a master of swordsmanship who only met once in 500 years, and the old swordsman Li Chunggang who was as good as Lu Zu, passed away suddenly.
After a while, another guest came to the tomb.
The man in black clothes is floating, and he is extremely elegant. He is holding a pot of wine in his hand. The name of the wine is "Peach Blossom". His face is nowhere to be seen, but the peach blossom still smiles in the spring breeze.
He looked at Li Chungang, shook his head and said with a smile: "You old man, you left very simply. I originally wanted to see you off on your last journey, and I have brought wine."
"You have a big heart. You can leave your corpse in the wilderness like this without fear of having the bones picked up by wolves."
The black man shook his head and tapped his toes lightly on the ground. The soil where the old sword god was lying suddenly turned into a swamp, and his body sank.
"Okay, you two were enemies in life, and we can be companions in death."
Heiyi raised his head and looked in the direction where Feijian disappeared, and smiled.
"This sword is not bad. Li Chunggang, are you trying to send that guy from Sui Xiegu down to keep you company?"
Suddenly, the man in black waved his sleeves, and many white jade-like wine glasses appeared in front of him.
He poured the peach blossom wine into these wine glasses one by one, then waved his sleeves, and countless wine glasses followed the direction of the sword.
"No one can finish this pot of wine, so I invite you to share a drink."
…
This is a wonderful sword.
Many people also saw this sword.
This is a wonderful bottle of wine.
There are also many people who can taste this glass of wine.
…
A middle-aged man rode an old donkey through Western Shu.
He pretended to hold a peach blossom in his bell, and passers-by, especially young people, inevitably smiled knowingly.
Hey, he's another martial artist who admires Deng Tai'a's style.
But there is a rumor in the world that the Peach Blossom Sword God is as rich as jade, stands out from the crowd, and is a handsome man. However, the appearance of the uncle in front of him is really unattractive.
The unattractive-looking man didn't care about the attention of everyone, and just leisurely rode a donkey to see the scenery of Shu.
The reason why he came to Shu was because he received a letter from a scholar and apprentice, saying that he fell in love with a woman and wanted his master to be a matchmaker. After receiving the letter, the man borrowed money from the shopkeeper to buy two sets of brand-new clothes, and then rushed to Shu.
As the sun set, the middle-aged man finally came to a remote courtyard and knocked on the door. The young man named Sanlu walked out quickly and was full of surprise when he saw the familiar face of his master.
Just as the middle-aged man was about to speak, the apprentice was already holding the old donkey's head and making love to him, which made the pretentious master a little hurt.
The middle-aged man glanced around and found that in addition to his apprentice, there was a girl in a wooden hairpin and cloth skirt in the yard, watering a small hole in the corner. When the girl saw the middle-aged man, she immediately blushed, smiled shyly, and felt a little at a loss.
After reminiscing about old times, the apprentice said carelessly: "Master, this is Ah Cao, my neighbor here. He found this peach blossom tree. If you want to get peach blossoms in the future, you don't have to pay or worry about being cheated." beated……"
The middle-aged apprentice felt relieved for no reason as he listened to his apprentice's mother-in-law talking.
Suddenly he raised his brows and looked towards the sky, faintly seeing a sword light turning into a flying rainbow.
"This world is missing another wonderful thing."
After letting out a sigh, the sword god holding the peach blossom saw a wine glass falling from the sky.
From the wine glass, he felt a familiar energy.
So, I took the wine glass and took a sip. It was full of wine aroma.
"Hey, I'm lucky today, someone actually invited me to drink."
…
The empress, who had an ordinary appearance but an awe-inspiring look on her eyebrows, also saw this sword.
Her expression was full of immeasurable majesty, and the jade railing she stood on seemed to have suddenly become taller than her master.
Empress Xu Weixiong is undoubtedly a very talented woman. Under her leadership, the huge empire has become more and more prosperous. Beimang, which is eyeing the Central Plains, has been almost crippled, and annexation is only a matter of time.
At that time, Xu Weixiong unified the Northern Mang of the Central Plains, and he would be the emperor of the ages who could surpass the Emperor of Qin eight hundred years ago.
Of course, this empress is not without her problems.
For example, the laws she discussed with her ministers were all for the country and the people, and benefited all living beings.
However, from the imperial city to the cities and towns, there are huge bureaucratic interest groups in between. These vested interests will try their best to make profits, harm the people, and even damage the reputation of the Liang Dynasty.
This kind of thing is undoubtedly a headache.
Of course, there is a very simple way to do this. That is - kill.
The vast Central Plains is full of talents.
If you kill one, a bunch of people will naturally appear.
But they cannot kill indiscriminately, otherwise if something happens, it may even shake the foundation of Great Liang's rule.
Suddenly, Her Majesty the Empress raised her head, and she seemed to see that bright and magnificent sword light.
"Well done, old sword god."
After Youyou let out a sigh, he saw something flying in the sky. female
As a first-class expert, His Majesty's eyesight and skills are extraordinary. As soon as his sleeves are rolled up, the object is already in his hand.
But it was a glass of wine.
A cup of peach blossom.
…
Luoyang, the leader of the Demon Cult, saw this sword.
Tianxue Fairy Murong Wuzhu saw this sword.
Jinghong Fairy Chen Yu saw this sword.
Soul-catching Rakshasa Xuanyuan Qingfeng saw this sword.
Emperor Wu's castle tower looked at this sword.
Many people saw this sword.
Many people also had an extra glass of wine in their hands.
…
In a remote town, there was a restaurant that was neither too big nor too small.
The restaurant has a Jianghu atmosphere, because the restaurant is called "Jianghu".
The boss Wen once explained with a smile that the name of this inn came from the unprecedented Murong Wudi who had never been seen before or since. Something I said.
"Wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes."
As long as there are people in the restaurant, it is a world.
May this river and lake exist forever.
May this world be always lively.
I hope this world is full of chivalry, heroism, and stories...
Returning home with Wen Hua was a one-armed old man whom the former called master.
The one-armed old man's surname was Sui. He had a pair of snow-white eyebrows and a bad temper. He seemed to owe everyone hundreds of taels of silver.
The old man named Sui is not without his merits. It is said that he is a strange man in the world. He can swallow gold and chew iron. Even a good sword that has been tempered for thousands of times can be chewed up by him and then swallowed into his belly.
With this amazing skill, he has attracted many guests to the inn.
Moreover, the old man seems to have practiced martial arts. There were local gangsters who came to trouble the inn before, but they were easily dismissed by the old man Sui.
The restaurant's business has always been very good. The most important thing is that Boss Wen is very diligent and enthusiastic. He also hired an old storyteller to tell some fantastic stories.
What we are talking about today is "The Eighteen Grand Masters rejected Beimang, Murong Wudi suppressed the Immortal". It was a huge hit, almost packed.
The storyteller had just finished speaking, and while everyone was still thinking about it, there was a sound of horse hoofbeats.
It sounds like the horse has stopped outside the building?
This horse is considered a rarity in their seemingly beautiful but remote place. Within the town's radius of a hundred miles, I'm afraid only the semi-abandoned small inn can be seen, and it's all old and skinny.
A customer looked outside the restaurant and couldn't help but swallowed his saliva.
The two people who arrived rode two horses, and the two horses were extraordinary. Even a drinker with ordinary vision could see that the horses were worth a thousand dollars. Sitting immediately were a young master and an old servant.
Naturally, not many people paid attention to the old servant, and most people focused on the young master. The young master was dressed in Tsing Yi. He was very handsome and looked like a god. He should not live in such a poor restaurant.
The man in white stepped through the door of the restaurant, and the lobby soon became silent.
The man in white looked around, and finally focused on the restaurant manager with a particularly bright smile. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised: "What are you doing, Wen, who is standing there in a daze? He's not good at wine and meat."
Shopkeeper Wen laughed and said, "I don't have good wine or meat, but I just need to eat and drink enough."
The old servant just grinned, showing his missing front teeth.
The sword-eating ancestor who was squatting in the corner and letting the two children curiously play with the long white eyebrows sneered: "It's very pretentious and coquettish."
Suddenly, the one-armed old man raised his eyebrows, patted the two children on the head, and strode outside the inn.
"Li Chungang, you are an old guy. You are ready to die, but you still want to compete with me. You think I am afraid of you."
The old man did not spit out his full sword energy, but simply borrowed the wooden sword hanging on Shopkeeper Wen's waist. After leaving the restaurant, I stood on tiptoe, as straight as a blue cloud, facing the long sword that came from thousands of miles away.
boom! !
The whole town seemed to hear a roar.
After a while, the one-armed old man slowly fell from the sky, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
"This sword is really shameful, but after I think about it for a few days, I will find a way to solve it."
The one-armed old man walked into the inn again. Under the concerned eyes of Wen Bisheng and the toothless old servant, he shook his head expressionlessly, but his body was a little shaky.
At this moment, four wine glasses flew into the inn, floating in front of the one-armed old man, shopkeeper Wen, the young man in white, and the old servant with missing teeth.
…
"Come, come, I'll invite everyone in the world to have a drink together."
The man in black picked up the wine glass and smiled.
"This cup is a tribute to the Spring and Autumn Period, to Liyang, to the Great Liang, to the rivers and lakes, to the freehand and romantic people in the world, and to the millions of living beings in Li."
Drink it all in one gulp.
…
ps: The next storm.
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he encounters familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
