Li Tangshan felt a sharp pain in his right hand, which made Li Tangshan wake up again, and saw a group of people surrounding him and looking at him. This is not the same dream as the Singapore house just now, but on the hill where Li Tangshan fell.

The sharp pain in his right hand made Li Tangshan know that he was not dead, and Li Tangshan was glad that he was still alive. Li Tangshan saw that these people were local Baiyue decorations, Li Tangshan thought to himself: "Could it be that Mei Juan's chick saved me?" How will I face her in the future! “

Li Tangshan said bitterly: "Thank you for saving your life!" ”

The Baiyue people ignored him and shouted not far away: "Chief, this kid has woken up!" ”

From not far away, two middle-aged Baiyue people, one is relatively small, about 1.58 meters tall, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, sassy posture, full of righteousness, very heroic, quite a fierce general; the other is long and fat, about 1.63 meters tall, angry eyes, fat and short belly, murderous, like a pole Zhang Fei, quite a general's wind.

The leader of the small Yue people walked over and said kindly, "Little brother, how are you feeling now?" When I first met you, I met a group of men in black who were about to kill you! It was our heroic general who rescued you. The leader of the small Yue people pointed to the other leader of the Baiyue people.

Li Tangshan simply saluted the two and said: "In Xia Li Tangshan, thank you two for saving your life!" ”

The general said rudely: "No thanks! Who did you provoke, their martial arts are so high that we lost ten warriors before we took them to run. ”

Li Tangshan: "They are Dongying people, and we also call them Japanese or Japanese people, that is, Xu Hai Dongdu so Yingzhou people." Their subordinates in Qin Zhong Zhao Gao, I offended them, and they chased me all the way! Thank you two for saving me! ”

Yihu Song said softly: "In the next Yihu Song, little brother, when we came here to recruit soldiers, we happened to meet those Dongying people. Little brother, you've woken up, we still have something to do, so let's leave it at that. ”

General Jijun threw a burden in front of Li Tangshan: "This bag of dry food is left to you!" Those men in black shouldn't be back for a while, so you have to find a place to hide and recuperate. In the future, you can come to Hepu to find us when you have time. ”

Li Tangshan reluctantly sat up and said, "Thank you!" There will be a period later! ”

Li Tangshan saw Yihu and Jijun, the leaders of the West Rebellion, and thought: "If I meet them in the future, I will be the enemy!" ”

Li Tangshan thanked the giant token in his chest for suddenly heating up, and Li Tangshan also felt very strange. Hurriedly took out the giant token from his chest, and the original black token was now dark red. Li Tangshan felt that it was too hot in his left hand, and hurriedly threw it on the ground, and Bai Yue changed the strip of cloth that was full of blood. The dark red token kept inhaling the blood clots on the cloth strip before he had dried up, only to see that the dark red token slowly turned into a ruby, and the glittering light was like a burning fireball, shining in the sun, very beautiful!

Li Tangshan saw such a scene, and hurriedly put his right hand into the wound that was still slightly oozing blood, and the token was sucked even more cheerfully. Li Tangshan lightly touched the token with his hand, and Li Tangshan found a strange phenomenon, and the token changed and became cool. Li Tangshan gently held up the token, and the sunlight was producing strings of strange text symbols through the token, and at the same time, the same text symbols were displayed on the wall of the red cliff. When Li Tangshan saw the strange text symbols of the Red Cliff, Li Tangshan's first reaction was: "Isn't this the stone carving of the Red Cliff that I saw on the computer?" ”

Li Tangshan observed for a long time and didn't understand what those words were, like words are not words, like paintings are not paintings, Li Tangshan saw that there was a point like the shape of the giant token and the giant token was very similar, Li Tangshan struggled to get up, put the giant token in the word symbol, and something more magical happened, the strange text symbol slowly re-opened from the symbol, and re-became a sword-wielding posture in the air, Li Tangshan immediately used his perceptual ability to feel this sword-wielding posture. Immediately appeared in my mind: "The twelve styles of Mozi's swordsmanship, given to the destined Momen Lingzi, you will be the last descendant of my Mo Zhai, and you will shoulder the heavy responsibility of carrying forward the Mo family's thoughts." ”

The first type, conformism. The ink sword is like a saw, both offensive and defensive.

The second type, blood and ink galloping. Blood and ink blend, stabbing swords galloping.

The third style, ink sword Qiankun. Set up a sword to hide, luck is good.

The fourth type, Mohai rivers and lakes. The sword is shrinking, and the anger is extremely inactive.

The fifth type, the two inks are connected. The sword flew and pierced in a step.

The sixth type, ink dots. Ride the wind and chaos the sword, and be proud of the country.

The seventh style, sword qi rivers and lakes. The sword is shrinking, and the anger is extremely inactive.

The eighth type, both love and non-attack. Hang the sword and dwell, and uncover the secret arts.

The ninth style, the avenue of the world. Sanzheng is surprisingly sharp, and the sword is spinning outward.

The tenth type, the Heavenly Sword Qiankun. Set up a sword to hide, luck is good.

The eleventh form is to stop fighting with force. Seek and then fight, Xiaojian Jianghu.

The twelfth type, the world is the same. Seek common ground while reserving differences, and the world is for the public.

Li Tangshan felt the looming sword momentum, when it was not released, it was like hiding in deep water, and when the sword momentum came out, it was like a river flooding, and it was impossible to catch it. The sword intent is fierce, the sword momentum is surging, and the waves are irresistible. Like a torrent, thousands of horses gallop. Casting Mozi's swordsmanship, the sword momentum unfolded, one by one, one by one...... The continuous seven-fold sword force city wall, layers of defense, step by step obstacles, finally blocked the first offensive. Li Tangshan felt a red light, from the air a red into his consciousness, the sword momentum is like a storm crashing on the shore, endless, constantly impacting Li Tangshan in every field of perception consciousness, Li Tangshan's whole body is extremely painful, leading to the inner Mozi sword intent, it can be seen that the Mo Zhai cultivation who created this sword technique back then is very strong, and the realm is so high that it is not even under the rain and sword waves. Li Tangshan suddenly seemed to have broken through something, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and the severe pain made Li Tangshan faint directly to the ground.

Li Tangshan woke up again and found that he was still lying in the same place, the giant token returned to its original black, Li Tangshan dropped a few drops of blood into the token, but there was no reaction at all, Li Tangshan said in his heart: "This thing is a disposable product, not very reliable!" ”

Li Tangshan knew in his heart that there were five levels of swordsman, swordsman, swordsman, sword sect, and sword saint:

The inner breath is just beginning, the operation is strong, and the power of the sword has increased greatly, and he is the one who is the sword.

The internal breath is small, the qi is painful all over the body, can carry qi and blood, enhance the physique, kill the enemy and protect himself, and is a swordsman.

The true qi is released, penetrates the sword weapon, and sends out the sword to break the enemy, which is the sword master.

True qi reaches a hundred tricks, condenses qi into gang, is indestructible, and is the sword sect.

The sword intent is out of the sheath, and the sword intent of Haoran makes the vitality of heaven and earth, and the condensation is formed, which is the sword saint.

According to this standard, Li Tangshan can only be regarded as a swordsman who is ready to enter the swordsman stage. Li Tangshan had no choice but to put away the giant token, and looked up at the original stone carving restored to its original appearance, everything seemed to have not changed, everything seemed to have changed again!

Li Tangshu suddenly felt that no matter how powerful he was, his strength was very limited. He should go to Quanling to find Wu Rui and them, but are they also one of the pawns in that plot? Li Tangshan fell into a vicious circle of endless suspicion and disbelief, he didn't know if Wu Rui and Shi Lu could still serve each other? Li Tangshan felt very scared, a deep fear from the inside. In addition to going to Quanling, Li Tangshan found that he could go to a real place. He can't go back to the division, he can't go back to Xianyang City, and he doesn't have the face to come back from Yueyang Meijuan's side.

Li Tangshan has a feeling in his heart that he has never been lonely, lonely, helpless, blind, and afraid. Li Tangshan looked at the blue sky, green forests, and the beautiful scenery of the source of the Pearl River in southwest Guizhou. Li Tangshan is reflecting on why he came here? Was it a mistake to be purely patriotic in the first place? What do the oriental relics and saints of the Chinese nation have to do with him? Is it worth it to do it yourself?