Seventy-two scenic spots in Longhai County, the stork tower deserves to be ranked in the top three. As one of the three famous buildings of the eighteen counties in the west of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the stork tower is close to the Yongji River, more than 70 zhang high, and the land of the nearby three counties can be seen by climbing the building.

Bai Ze and Jiang Wei still didn't rely on their feet to go over, they bought two Da Zhou horses from the horse merchant, and when they arrived all the way to the stork tower, it was already evening.

"This Great Zhou Liang horse is one of the best in the north in the end, and it is much stronger than the horse of Yan Kingdom. Bai Ze turned over and dismounted, looking up at the towering high-rise building, the evening sunset sprinkled, in the afterglow, the stork tower was covered with a layer of majestic halo, which made people excited.

The Yongji River sparkles under the reflection of the setting sun, flowing quietly for thousands of years, telling the rise and fall of the dynasty and the great success.

"Brother Bai is from Yan Country?" Jiang Wei said, "Then do you know that the demonic chaos in the southern region of Yan Kingdom three months ago heard that under the first Xiongguan in the north, the Tiger Prison Pass, there were more than 300,000 corpses in that demonic disorder, and the corpses were piled up like a mountain, and they have not been cleaned up yet." The southern region of Yan Kingdom has now been rampant with plague because of the rising temperature. ”

Bai Ze's expression was heavy, thinking of those people in the Southern Regions.

Liu Ye, Caiyun, Chen Yuanfang, Mu Chen, Mu Qingling. The corpses in the Southern Regions are piled up, because they can't be dealt with quickly, and now they have become plagued, and the situation is getting worse and worse, and I don't know what happened to them.

and the girl who made him miss in his heart, Yu Youwei. When she left the Southern Regions, she said that she was going to return to the Song Kingdom, and she didn't know if she had arrived now.

"If you want to know, you can't finish talking about this for three days and three nights. Bai Ze said, "I have personally experienced the demonic chaos in the Southern Regions. Seventy years ago, 60,000 ghost soldiers of the Jin Kingdom who died in the Dushan Mountains were awakened, and the army eventually expanded to 200,000. That demonic chaos is far more cruel than you can imagine. ”

Because of that war, the Southern Regions have been completely defeated.

Jiang Wei was thoughtful, and suddenly realized.

He finally understood where Bai Ze had such a heavy murderous aura on his body. In ancient times, the war was a success. In the baptism of war, the weak have only one way to die.

Only the strong who were killed from the sea of corpses and blood are qualified to live to tell the world about the tragedy of the year.

"Let's go!" Bai Ze cleaned up his mood and glanced at Jiang Wei, "It's just evening, climb the stairs to face the wind, and see the boundless vastness of the three counties, isn't it wonderful?"

After that, the two went straight to the stork tower.

The twilight is desolate, and the ranger who climbs the stairs to write poems is downstairs, with wide clothes and wide sleeves, and a sword alone, quite free and easy. The sons and beauties who play are snuggling up to each other, talented and beautiful, and not the scenery.

Everyone went downstairs, and these two people went upstairs against the flow of people.

The whole wooden structure of the stork building is made of golden silk nanmu that grows for thousands of years, the eaves are carved and the hanging bell is hooked, and the atmosphere of the vicissitudes of time is used.

Both of them were Zhiwei monks, and they climbed the stairs non-stop, reaching thirty zhang high. Bai Ze's cultivation of "Dragon Elephant God and Demon Skill" has reached the second level, and the strength of his body is comparable to that of a third-order demonic beast, so he climbs up again, and he doesn't feel tired.

But Jiang Wei can't.

The sword cultivates qi, and he is not very concerned about the cultivation of the body. Thirty zhang later, a little sweat appeared on Jiang Wei's forehead. But when he looked at Bai Ze, he was clearly like a nobody, he didn't admit defeat in his heart, and secretly gritted his teeth.

The two of them worked hard and went up another twenty zhang.

Jiang Wei couldn't pretend anymore, and his breath began to be no longer smooth. What made him feel a little was that he saw that Bai Ze was finally covered with light sweat on his forehead.

But it's just sweating.

Waiting for the two of them to climb to the top floor of the stork tower, Bai Ze was still sweating, but Jiang Wei already felt that the two legs were not his, his breath was completely messed up, and he gasped for breath.

"Brother Bai, your physical fitness is really terrifying!" Jiang Wei had to obey.

"Haha, Brother Jiang, don't underestimate the way of body refining. Bai Ze looked at Jiang Wei and gasped, and quipped, "After all, it is our flesh and blood that carries the true qi." ”

"You have a point. Jiang Wei breathed a long sigh of relief, adjusted his breath, looked at the railing, and said loudly: "It's not too late! Brother Bai, come and see! The land of the three counties and a hundred miles is in full view, the veins of the Yongji River are flowing, and the afterglow of the sunset is the first view of the Cheek Bird Tower, 'the day is at the end of the mountain'!"

Bai Ze stepped forward to take a look, the seventy-zhang tall building, the strong wind blowing, the son's clothes fluttering, and the sword in the wind, like a young fairy.

The setting sun was snow-white, falling on the boundary of the western mountains. The stork tower towers in the mountain mist, like a fairy pavilion.

"The sun is at the end of the day. Bai Ze's vision was broad, and the beautiful scenery in front of him only made him feel excited, "Brother Jiang, I've heard you mention this sentence many times, but what's the point?"

"Don't you know?" This time it was Jiang Wei's turn to be surprised, and took Bai Ze into the pavilion, pointed to the poems on the wall, and said: "The three famous buildings in the western realm, literati and ink writers have always come upstairs, which one doesn't want to write a poem on this wall to show the eternal romance? But this wall is made of diamond jade, and it is impossible for mortals to leave a single word on the wall. If you want to write poems on this wall, you can cultivate to at least be a saint!"

"This poem?" Bai Ze saw at a glance that there was an extremely eye-catching poem on the wall in front of him, with strong pen power and sword intent, at a glance, it was actually fascinating and dizzying!

"At the end of the day,

The Yellow River flows into the sea.

Destitute,

Take it to the next level!"

Bai Ze looked down again, and saw that the poem was called "Climbing the Stork Tower", and the title at the end of the poem was the three unruly three big characters, Wang Zhilian!

"Hiss......" Bai Ze gasped, "The inscription poem of the half-step Sword Immortal King!"

"Why do you think the stork tower is so popular?" Jiang Wei looked at the poem on the stone wall that had lasted for a hundred years, and sighed, "Every year, I don't know how many masters from all over the world come here, just to see what the legendary half-step sword immortal once climbed to the famous building in the west that Fu Shi looks like." ”

Bai Ze looked strange, subconsciously touched the saber Wufeng on his waist, and said in his heart that he was really destined for Wang Zhilian.

"This song "Climbing the Stork's Tower" also single-handedly pushes 'Daytime in the Mountains' as the first scenic spot of the Stork's Tower. You and I caught up with our luck today, but we witnessed this scene with our own eyes. Jiang Wei said, "The Yongji River goes from Yongzhou County to the Loess Plateau, so the river water is turbid and yellow, and the color has the name of the Yellow River, and it goes eastward and goes straight to the East China Sea." ”

Bai Ze looked at the poem, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that there was infinite sword intent in every stroke.

"If you want to be poor, go to the next level. Bai Ze muttered to himself, "Wang Zhilian saw the end of the mountains in the west and the Yellow River flowing into the sea to the east. But he was still not satisfied, and if he wanted to exhaust the wonders of the world, he had to go to the next level! Such an open state of mind is very comparable to others. ”

"In the end, it was the first man in a hundred years to challenge the current sword immortal Li Muzhi and force him to use his sword. Jiang Wei sighed, "It's a pity, after Wang Zhilian's predecessors challenged the Sword Immortal, he didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and there was no news of him in the rivers and lakes of Kyushu." ”

Bai Ze couldn't hear Jiang Wei's words anymore.

He was intoxicated by the poems that Wang Zhilian had left on the stone wall. To be precise, he was intoxicated by the subtle sword intent contained in every word and every line of poetry.

At the end of the day, the Yellow River flows into the sea.

Bai Ze practiced "The Sword Intent of the Great River" in his mind, the long river was rolling, through thousands of years, coming from the west and going to the east.

That's not a river, it's a sword.

The sword came out of heaven and went to the East Sea.

The potential crosses the northern border, and the force is divided into Kunlun.

Bai Ze was dizzy and fell into a state of emptiness, his dark eyebrows surging like stars, and the tide ebbed and flowed.

"Bai Ze?" Jiang Wei stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Bai Ze's eyes, but the young man still didn't react.

"How can this person still sleep standing up?" Jiang Wei muttered quietly, but there was a faint guess in his heart. The state of Bai Ze in front of him is like the epiphany of Buddhism.

"This boy is so terrifying. Jiang Wei said in his heart, "I don't know how many people have come to the Stork Tower in the past hundred years, and so far I have only heard that some people have a feeling for kendo after reading Wang Zhilian's inscription poem, and the swordsmanship has gone to the next level." I have never heard anyone read this poem and be able to enter the realm of epiphany. ”

To know the realm of epiphany, it is impossible to find. How many monks in Kyushu have encountered bottlenecks, traveled mountains and rivers, and were companions with all things in nature, just to catch that wisp of heaven, to have an epiphany and break through the bottleneck.

Jiang Wei couldn't tell what he was feeling in his heart.

He vainly claimed to be the first day of pride in the eighteen counties of the Western Realm, but in terms of his comprehension of swordsmanship, he was already far behind by the young man in front of him.

What is this first day of pride?

Jiang Wei only felt that his heart was heavily shackled, and it was quietly shattered at this moment. He breathed a long sigh of relief and looked at the vast sky outside the stork's tower.

The great rivers flow, and the mountains are silent.

The stork tower is like a solemn Buddha in the sunset dyed in the forest, suppressing the universe and carrying the power of the brilliant sky.

Jiang Wei felt that the sword intent surging on Bai Ze's body was getting stronger and stronger, just like a dusty sword about to come out of its sheath.

At the same time, the true qi in the young man's body was also fluctuating violently, which seemed to be a precursor to a breakthrough in the realm.

Bai Ze is somewhere between awakening and sleeping.

He saw that the innate pure yang true qi liquefied by the bitter sea was like an endless whirlpool, and the Hongqiao went straight up to the nine heavens from it, rushed into the heavenly court, and went straight into the sea of souls.

He saw that there was a golden book in the depths of the soul sea, suppressing the wild dragon, exuding a majestic heavenly might, unshakable.

He saw the white-haired girl in the endless wasteland looking lonely at the end of the world, surrounded by the red leopard and the civet dog, and the infinite sword intent was swallowed around her.

He saw a big river, with a rolling sword intent, coming from the Yellow Spring and heading towards the Nine Heavens. Above the big river, there is a round of platinum day, which will enter the mountains and rivers.

Bai Ze let out a long sigh and stretched out his hand to hold Qiankun.

The river flew through his hand, and in the afterglow of the setting sun, the young man was as silent as a god, quietly watching the sword in his hand,

The third sword of the Heavenly Dao, the third sword of the long river sunset, become.

Bai Ze sensed the water and kidneys of the viscera, and the sword intent gathered the surging true qi that rose from the sea of bitterness, condensing the Purple Mansion.

"Boom ——"

True Qi swept away the dust, Bai Ze came back to his senses, stretched out his hand, and a sword qi rushed out, walked on the railing, and rushed out from the top floor of the seventy-zhang Stork Tower, disappearing into the distant twilight sky.

The sword qi goes, and the sword intent stays.

Jiang Wei looked at the sword out of the pavilion in a daze, the whistling of the sword wind seemed to be still in his ears, he glanced back at the young man and asked him, "What is this sword called?"

"The sun sets. Bai Ze said that the aura around his body had climbed to the Purple Mansion Realm and gradually stabilized.