Meng Xiaokut has been sitting for eleven years.

Korean royalty.

In the huge palace, everyone is in danger, and the palace maids and guards have the idea of escaping.

The flames of war ignited in South Korea, Che Chi Guo directly entered, the cultivators opened the way, and the mighty army followed.

The general personally went to the front line to command, and the middle-aged soldiers were like gods, mobilizing 400,000 troops on the edge of the national border to rush to the aid of the army of Chechi.

"I thought that Che Chi Guo would take Zheng Guo and the two beasts would fight, and they would definitely be greatly injured, and Che Chi Guo would temporarily recuperate and recuperate, but I didn't expect to declare war on South Korea so soon. ”

"Ancestor, the people in the royal family are now panicking, there are many people who want to escape, and the guards have been cut down a lot, and it is still difficult to establish their authority. ”

The old man went with the flow and said: "If they want to go, let them go, it's useless to stay, but it shakes people's hearts." ”

"The key to this battle lies in the 400,000 troops, as well as you and me and other cultivators, the generals are like gods, although Che Chiguo has 500,000 troops, but in the battle of attack and defense, one attack and one defense, it is not a problem for us to persevere. ”

The old man groaned: "Choke a few dangerous checkpoints, and you must not let Che Chiguo lead the war to the Julu River and Dongting River!"

Han Xiao sighed and said: "Ancestor, there are many wars at the border, and the Yangtze River is still like a paradise, not invaded by the Chechi Kingdom, and it is said that there are mysterious masters to protect the Yangtze River. ”

The middle-aged man respectfully asked: "Ancestor, you have a lot of knowledge, and you know everything in the world, who is that mysterious powerhouse?

The old man is third on the list of old men, and the seventh on the list of middle-aged gods, it seems that there are only four places, and there is a big gap in real strength, the old man is one of the three major Jindan stage consummation monks of the Three Kingdoms, and Han Xiao is only a Jindan master.

The old man sighed: "There are many things, I don't know, there are generals on the front line, don't worry about it, the key is the contest between cultivators." ”

Han Xiao swore and said: "Ancestor, Che Chi Guo relies on the Izumo Sword Sect, and I have the support of the Lijiang Sword Sect and the Shuiyue Mansion. ”

"Not long ago, Meng Xiao's wife achieved Jindan, and the strength of my Korean cultivation realm on the bright side is no longer weaker than Che Chiguo!"

The middle-aged showed a domineering demeanor: "This war is a crisis, the people are used to a peaceful life, it is inevitable to complain, displacement, bloodshed and sacrifice are inevitable, but this is also an opportunity!"

"As long as you grasp it well and take the country of Chechi, then the world will be unified, and the people in the world will no longer suffer from war!"

The middle-aged man knelt down and shouted verbally: "Ancestor, you have been living in seclusion behind the scenes for many years, and today Xiao'er invites you to show up, preside over the overall situation, and help South Korea complete the feat of reunification!"

......

The war lasted for three years, and the two countries suffered numerous casualties, with less than 100,000 left of the 400,000 South Korean troops, and the losses of Chechiguo were even heavier, with only more than 80,000 men.

The imperial capital of Korea gathered the masters of the entire Korean cultivation realm, the masters of the royal family, the people of the Water Moon Mansion, and the disciples of the Lijiang Sword Sect.

In the field, there were ten Jindan stage monks, and the innate realm was close to a hundred.

"Old Emperor!"

"Old-timers!"

Everyone knelt down and saluted.

An old man walked out of the inner courtyard, only to see him slowly walk in front of a blind general, help the kneeling general up, and said tremblingly: "General, you are blind for Korea, this is what the royal family owes you." ”

"You commanded on the front line, won 400,000 against 500,000, and held the Dongting River in South Korea and along the Julu River, which is what the people of the world owe you. ”

"Rest assured, the war will soon pass, and the future name of this world will be determined by this month. ”

The middle-aged replied: "As a Korean general, it is my honor to be able to fight for the country, and the old minister just sighed, he did not die with those soldiers, and he could not walk with those ordinary people." ”

"Che Chiguo did a great job, where he passed, there was no living mouth, I saw rivers of blood, corpses everywhere, and the thick blood mist even stained the clouds in the sky, and the blood covered the brilliance of the sun. ”

Hearing this, the monks looked up and saw that the sun was shrouded in a scarlet color, which was due to the fact that the air was filled with a mist of blood that had not dissipated.

"I just hope that the war will end soon, even if it is one more day, and there will be more bloodshed. ”

"The voices of the people's distress have passed through the river, through the city wall, and arrived at the imperial palace!"

The old man nodded: "As you wish!"

"Monks, in order to restore peace in the world, we will go out together, not to run to the car and go to the ** team, but to find the initiator behind the scenes!"

The old man poured out a bowl of wine and asked the guards to pour a bowl for all the monks.

"Ancestors don't drink alcohol, you have a disease in your body and bones......"

The old man didn't do what the man said, but he put the bowl flat: "No matter what the surname of the world is, this war can't continue no matter what, after three years of fierce fighting, South Korea plus Chechi will kill and injure millions of people!"

"We are cultivators, but in the face of such calamities, we are no different from mortals, and South Korea cannot do without mortals!"

The old man drank half a bowl of wine in pain, and said, "You will follow me to conquer the Chechi Kingdom to cultivate the true realm, and draw an end to this war!"

The Korean Xiuzhen Realm poured out, crossed the Yangtze River, and went straight to the Izumo Sword Sect to fight a decisive battle with the opposing monk and interrupt this battle.

This is a helpless move, in the war between the two countries, South Korea has gained the upper hand, with its own resources and population to continue the stalemate, can win the war, but the cultivators stand up and cannot ignore the huge casualties.

In the whole of South Korea, the population only increases by tens of thousands in a year, and it is even more difficult for cultivators to give birth to heirs, three years of war, the loss of a million people, is worth the number of ten states, if it is by virtue of multiplication, it will take at least a hundred years!

If the fight continues like this, whoever wins will only be able to take over a lifeless country.

Zheng Chuchu chose to follow, as a sword cultivator in the Jindan period, she had this ability, Meng Fan wanted to follow, but was stopped by the woman.

"Fanfan, you are guarding your father here, and your mother will go back quickly. ”

The boy is already fourteen years old, and he has cultivated the Great Perfection of the Congenital Perfection, and he has perfected the swordsmanship of the Li River.

"I heard my mother say that you haven't become a golden pill yet, and it's dangerous to go, and your mother can't take care of protecting you, and you may become a drag on everyone

。 ”

She followed Ding Tianyang on the journey, and finally instructed: "Fanfan, my mother hopes that you can put away the rebelliousness in your temperament, become gentle, and be generous." ”

"Not only to have a small love, but also to have a great love for the people of the world, just like your father, worried about the world. ”

The woman followed the monks and left, conquering the Chechi Kingdom to cultivate the true realm.

Half a year later, this massive coalition operation gradually disappeared, and those who left never returned.

Meng Fan broke through to become a Jindan stage sword cultivator, and knocked his head three times in front of Meng Xiao.

"Father, mother and Grandpa Ding, they have been here for half a year, there is no news, with the Jindan period of cultivation, it is enough to cross the Chechi country several times back and forth, it is a blessing or a curse, there should be a news. ”

"The child has achieved Jindan, transformed into a sword immortal, mastered the Lijiang sword, and mastered the first three styles of the landscape sword you left. ”

The young man looked at the other side of the Yang Zijiang River, and then turned to say goodbye to the mortals on the bank of the river: "Auntie, second aunt, third aunt, Meng Fan needs to go out today to find my mother." ”

Creak.

The windows opened in twos and threes, and many middle-aged women leaned out of the windows.

"Guy from the Meng family, come back quickly, come to the house, those troops kill people without blinking, and even if the cultivators are caught, they will be killed!"

"Little nephew, I watched you grow up, you were young at that time, and you ate my milk, the war is ruthless, you and I can't stop it, it's enough to live. ”

"Meng Fan, hurry up and come to your aunt's house, your mother went out with a large number of cultivators, and there was no news for half a year, you went alone, I'm afraid-"

The young man stepped into the territory of Chechi Country without hesitation and said goodbye again: "Aunties, thank you for taking care of your mother, and thank you for taking care of me. ”

"Auntie, I still remember the hot steamed river fish you brought Chinese New Year's Eve night; Second aunt, I still remember drinking your first milk; Third aunt, I still remember you carrying me to Dongshan to pick chrysanthemums......"

The young man looked behind him and was stunned: "But there is a mother who gave birth to me, a teacher who educated me, and my brothers. ”

In the end, the boy drove the long sword away and disappeared into the river scene.

Meng Xiao has been gone for half a year, and like the first batch of monks, there is no news, like a stone sinking into the sea.

In the past six months, many monks have successively swept across the Yangzi River and embarked on the road to find their relatives, but those who have crossed the river have not returned.

A whole year has passed, Meng Xiao has been sitting in Jiangxinzhou for 14 years, and the war in South Korea has dissipated for a long time, and people seem to have come out of the pain.

Next to the Yangtze River, several women were still washing clothes by the river, secretly scolding the hot weather and the scorching sun.

Sou.

A young man stepped on two big wheels and landed on Jiang Xinzhou.

"Grandma, is this the Yangtze River?" the young man pointed to the other side of the river and asked, "Is there Che Chiguo?"

When a few women saw that the child could fly, they knew that he was a cultivator.

"Little guy, are you going to Chechi Country? This is the Yangtze River, and that statue is Meng Jianxian. ”

Several women were kind: "You still don't go, this year, we kiss."

He sent away many monks, but no one returned. ”

The young man was very stubborn, patted his chest and said, "I am the orphan of the Lord of the Water Moon Mansion, and now I have become a Jindan master!"

"Grandma, goodbye, I'm going to look for the seniors in the house. ”

Boom.

Suddenly, a streamer escaped from Chechi's country, and an old man led a middle-aged man and fled to Jiang Xinzhou in embarrassment, it was the old emperor and Han Xiao.

The middle-aged man was covered in wounds, the clothes on his body were cut, and various wounds were shocking, and there was a faint black gas lingering on the wounds.

He was about to get up and run again, but was stopped by the old man.

"Ancestor, your intuition is not wrong, behind Che Chiguo, there is a more terrifying existence, that black-robed man ......"

"Korean cultivators, only our ancestors and grandchildren are left to come back alive......"

The middle-aged man cried and said: "Those people crave blood, and their single-mindedness leads to the destruction of lives, sucks resentment, and regards the cry for help as a heavenly sound!"

The old man grabbed him and kept the young man at the same time: "Stay here, there is an old man, maybe he can keep us." ”

He looked at Meng Xiao, who was sitting dryly, and said bitterly: "Meng Jianxian, the world has been turned upside down in fourteen years, and when he wakes up again, he has already changed the world. ”

He looked at the vibrant Yangzi River, and said, "How long can the last piece of pure land be kept?"

(End of this chapter) I want to talk about "The Strongest Truth and Taoism" with more like-minded people, and pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~