There is an ancient legend that every person who dies will turn into a star.

When Jiang Wangshu was still a child, his favorite thing on a summer night was to look at the stars through the holes in the thatched hut. Some of the stars are dazzling, and those should be extraordinary people such as the Emperor of Dali and the Emperor of the Fang Kingdom; Some of the stars are dim and can't be found in the blink of an eye, and these are Li Min.

But Jiang Wangshu's eyes were sore, and he still couldn't find his father, so he had to curl up and look sad.

The brightest star is the North Star, and you can find the North Star by following the seven stars that are connected into a spoon. Jiang Wangshu didn't know Beichen, and he selfishly called Beichen his mother's star.

Jiang Wangshu has never seen his mother, he has been an orphan for as long as he can remember, and he was born to raise him, but this does not prevent him from reverie about the beauty of his mother.

Six-year-old Jiang Wangshu stepped barefoot on the moonlight to dig food on the bank of the Mandarin River, and painted on the floodplain according to the Big Dipper in the sky. There are stars in the sky and the Mandarin River on the ground, so Jiang Wangshu's swordsmanship is called the galaxy.

It is naturally not difficult to swing seven swords, and Jiang Wangshu, who has just broken branches and practiced swords at the age of seven, can swing thousands of swords in one night. The sword that Jiang Wangshu wants is to be connected into a galaxy, so the galaxy only has seven swords.

Jiang Wangshu practiced swords, and it was the middle of the night when he practiced, even if he swung thousands of swords, there was not an inch of sword, let alone a galaxy.

Jiang Wangshu practiced swordsmanship, but he didn't have skills, he just stabbed, swept, slanted, and teased vertically with his intuition......

There are many moves, but they are flashy and wasted of strength, so Jiang Wangshu started from the simplest straight stab practice and repeated this action all night, and this practice was three years.

At the age of ten, on the Hefeng Festival, Jiang Wangshu went to the River God Shrine to eat a full meal and a full stomach, and went home happily in the moonlight.

The grass in Bashan is deep, and the sound of rustling is coming. Intuition made Jiang Wangshu clench the branch in his hand and lean his back against the rock.

On the Hefeng Festival, in the bud valley, the plump rice grains come out of the yellow shell. The tender bud valley is fresh and tender (juicy), Jiang Wangshu can't get tired of eating it for a month, but this old bud valley can't bite, Jiang Wangshu doesn't like it. Jiang Wangshu doesn't like it, wild boars like it, and the Hefeng Festival is also a feast for wild boars.

A large wild boar with a full 300 catties came out of the bud valley and rushed towards Jiang Wangshu. It was eating happily, but it was disturbed by this unknown baby, and only thought about arching Jiang Wangshu and then eating with its belly open.

Jiang Wangshu naturally knew the power of these beasts in the mountains and forests, so he never dared to go to the dense forest, the thatched hut happened to be on the edge of the crop field, and the animals in the mountains almost did not come to visit.

Hardly came, but I still encountered this group of uninvited guests three or twice, once a spotted tiger, whimpering a hundred steps away from the thatched hut, Jiang Wangshu trembled and stayed awake all night, trembling like chaff. Once, a group of Bashan wolves chased the roe deer and roared past in front of Jiang Wangshu's door, and Jiang Wangshu climbed to the tree and hid for a day.

This time he met a wild boar unexpectedly in the bud valley, Jiang Wangshu swallowed a mouthful of saliva, a little overwhelmed. In the end, he is a ten-year-old child, according to the etiquette of the horn, of course, he is an orphan, no one for him to take the horn, so his hair has grown to the waist, and he is regarded as a monster by the people of the mountain.

The wild boar was wrapped in the autumn wind and roared towards this dogtail grass that was naturally raised in Bashan, with a terrifying sound.

Jiang Wangshu only felt that there were stones tied under his feet, and he couldn't move his steps, so he could only stand stiffly, if it weren't for the rocks behind him, I am afraid that he would have been paralyzed to the ground.

By the moonlight, Jiang Wangshu could barely see the outline of this Bashan beast. The wild boar is strong, not clumsy, and it rushes from a hundred paces away, and after three or two breaths, it is in front of you.

Jiang Wangshu could only do the only thing to raise the branch in his hand to give himself courage, he barely avoided it, and handed out another sword, which was a straight stab that had been practicing hard for three years.

This sword is ordinary, there is no sword, and it is not connected into a galaxy.

The wild boar was also a fool, and after being avoided by Jiang Wangshu, it crashed straight into the mountain rock, and his brain burst.

Jiang Wangshu opened meat for a month, and when winter came, his body was a lot stronger, and he had a little strength in his bones.

The winter in Bashan is the most difficult, the food is good, he took advantage of the autumn to pick up a lot of buds and sweet potatoes in the field, the most difficult thing is that the weather is cold, he only has a pair of pants to cover his face, and his upper body is still naked.

Anyway, he is ten years old, and the polishing of his childhood life has taught him a lot of ways to make a living, such as making fish hooks from bones, such as weaving straw skirts.

So Jiang Wangshu took the freshest straw, knitted a grass skirt and a grass coat, and tied a pair of shoes with wild boar skin, which looked ugly and kept warm.

Until he was twenty-three years old, he was already a thousand-commander, and he no longer had to starve, nor did he have to break branches to practice swords, and he still didn't see the sword.

The so-called galaxy swordsmanship is just a childish hero dream.

Fuling, dark clouds cover the sun, and the torrential rain suddenly arrives, and the Wujiang pontoon bridge is washed away. Half of the Chu army still had no time to wade into the river, and thousands of soldiers fell into the water, screaming for a while.

"God opens my eyes." Fan Di was in a good mood, touching a handful of rain, not caring about his embarrassed appearance, and Chu Jiang Du Ruo trembled together.

There were only seven or eight people who were involved in the river in Chu, and Ba Chuang solved two of them by himself, approaching Du Ruo, Fan Di understood, and the two faced Du Ruo with the momentum of the bag. Du Ruo complained bitterly, fought and retreated, but there were fewer and fewer Chu troops around him, and they were all unfamiliar faces.

Ba Chuang stabbed to death the Chu army who blocked the sword for Du Ruo with a sword, and shouted: "Look who will block it for you this time."

Du Ruozheng was fighting with Fan Di, unable to get out, his face was bitter, and he was unhappy, so he had to resign himself to fate.

"Be careful." Jiang Wangshu let out a loud shout.

Ba Chuang has already swung his sword, and this sword is bound to win.

was bound to get a sword, but when it was blocked, Ba Chuang was furious, and heard the sound of breaking the air, so he had to sink down to avoid it.

Seeing Du Ruo's crisis, the husband didn't care about fighting with Jiang Wangshu, so he got out, and the halberd just interrupted Ba Chuang's momentum to get a blow, and then swept with his strength to force Ba Chuang to retreat.

Ba Chuang was forced to retreat, and the husband did not entangle with Ba Chuang anymore, he held the halberd and threw it away, and the overlord halberd stabbed towards Fan Di with the sound of breaking through the air.

Fan Di twisted his waist to avoid it, but his arm was still pierced.

Jiang Wangshu chased after her husband, and when she saw Fan Di's crisis, she stopped Du Ruo, who was about to kill the killer, and retreated with Fan Di.

God helped, the tide of the battle reversed, at this time there were still more than 50,000 people in the Fang army, only 30,000 in the Chu army, and 40,000 Chu troops on the other side were in a hurry.

Fu Cuo and Du Ruo together, the Chu army escorted the two to retreat to the river.

The Fang army has the disadvantage of swords, and the casualties are worse than those of the Chu army, if it is not for God's help, once the opposite 40,000 Chu troops cross the river, the victory or defeat can be determined.

Jiang Wangshu took the lead, Ba Chuang, Fan Di left and right, and behind him were 50,000 fangs army, pressing step by step.

The husband is wrong and bitter, this is bound to win a battle, but he was calculated by the thief. At present, half of the Chu army is looking at the other side, half of them are retreating miserably in Fuling, and then retreating, it is the Wujiang River, and there is no way out.

"Thief God," the husband held the overlord halberd, pointed to the sky, and scolded, "I am unwilling." ”

The dark clouds are denser, the thunder is louder, the raindrops are heavier, and in this battle, the husband has made a thousand calculations and has not calculated that he will lose in the hands of God.

"Wrong," Jiang Wangshu shouted, "you have no way out." ”

Where the halberd goes, the husband is invincible; Drinking the Mawu River, the husband is bound to make a mistake. How could the husband have expected that even God would help Jiang Wangshu, hearing Jiang Wangshu's shouting, he discarded the so-called cultivation of the angler, pointed at the halberd, and scolded angrily; "Jianghou Pifu, do you dare to gamble with me?"

"What are you betting with me?" Jiang Wangshu asked sharply.

"Take the name of my husband, take my overlord halberd, and call me a martial saint," the husband stood with a halberd, paused, and continued, "If I am defeated, I will never set foot in Liangzhou for half a step; If I win, let my 30,000 sons return to Chu. ”

"Husband, you're not qualified to negotiate conditions." Without waiting for Jiang Wangshu to speak, Fan Di took the lead in speaking. Now that the Chu army is at the end of its rope, what to drink the Mawujiang River will let the Chu army sink in the Wujiang River today.

"There are still 30,000 of our Chu army, and the number of wins and losses is still fifty-five, and there are millions of male divisions in my Chu, and if the husband is wrong, he will die, and the country will be restless." The husband ignored Fan Tu, in his opinion, it was just Fan Tu, just shrimp, and it was not eye-catching.

"Jiang Hou, no." Fan Di persuaded. Fan's fiefdom is in the east of the Fang Kingdom, connected with Chu, Chu people are more offensive, it is rare for God to help today, the opportunity is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, if you let the husband go back by mistake, I am afraid that the tiger will return to the mountain.

Jiang Wangshu is not a gambler, Fan Di knows that what he is worried about is that Jiang Wangshu gambled with his husband for the sake of the martial saint's false name. Martial arts in the world, who doesn't covet the reputation of martial saints?

"Husband is wrong, the martial saint is famous, I don't fight with you, I just need you a promise, if you lose, the Chu army will not be able to fight Wuling from now on."

"Okay." Fu Wrong laughed, no matter whether you Jiang Wangshu want the reputation of a martial saint or a promise, you have to beat my husband's mistake. The husband is not blindly confident, he dares to bet with Jiang Wangshu, that is, he has the heart of victory.

The swordsmanship of the galaxy is not a childish hero's dream!

In the past, He Tianzi took the name (device) of the Li room (device) as a gift to chase stars, and married Ri Qin Xiaocui, the daughter of the Taifu of the Mandarin State, Ri Qin Boxian, and Ri Qin Boxian gave the star chasing to his only son Ri Qin Sang.

At that time, Jiang Wangshu was only a centurion, and where he could get in touch with a big man like Ri Qin Boxian, but he was only appreciated by Jiangcheng Doctor Ba Chang.

At that time, Xiangxi was not the king of the fang, and the old king of the orange Xiangqing ordered the young Fu Ri Qin Sang, Zhigui Xiangsi, and Jiangcheng doctor Bachang to resist the Shu army.

The three of them are all leaders of the younger generation, and they are all future big orange pillar ministers, and let them go to the west to fight, which has both the meaning of experience and the taste of investigation.

The three of them are of the same age, and they are not convinced by each other, and they just plan to divide themselves in the Western Realm.

The commander of the Shu army is Sima Luo Bingran, and the vanguard Luo Zhan and Luo Zhuang.

The pioneer Luo Zhuang, the only son of Sima, saw that the generals of the Fang Army were all yellow-haired children, so he asked for his life to fight.

Luo Zhan is Luo Bingran's nephew, he is more stable than Luo Zhuang, and he has a strong sense of war in his eyes, but he is not easy to speak because of his identity.

Sima of Shu was originally Luo Haoran, the father of Luo Zhan, who was blinded by the Houthi general Baie in the north, and the arrows were poisonous, and Luo Haoran died. Brother to brother, Luo Bingran sat on the position of Sima.

Luo Zhan didn't know that his uncle wanted Luo Zhuang to be powerful and a good son to inherit his father's business. He didn't dare to disobey his uncle's wishes, so he had to stay quietly in the formation, watching Luo Zhuang go to get a lot of credit.

On the side of the fang army, Acacia fought first, fought with Luo Zhuang for more than 20 rounds, was defeated, and returned with injuries. So Jiang Wangshu watched Ri Qin Sang chase the stars with a famous sword in his hand, and cut off Luo Zhuang's head in ten rounds.

Luo Bingran was furious and sent Luo Zhan into battle, and the side of the Fang army was replaced by Bachang.

Bachang lost to Luo Zhan, and Ri Qin Sang played again.

In this battle, the vanguard of the Shu army was killed and wounded, and Ri Qin Sang was very strong for a while, and he had the momentum to catch up with and surpass his father Ri Tan Boxian.

Ritan Sang is like a meteor, falling before it can rise.

Later, Jiang Wangshu made great military achievements, led the commander of ten thousand people, worshiped Dr. Bayang, took the daughter of the Taifu, and got to chase the star and famous sword.

With star chasing in hand, Jiang Wangshu has won five battles and five victories in three years, this reckless horseman, from an orphan who was spurned by others, to the height of a feudal lord.

Chasing stars in hand, Jiang Wangshu finally saw the sword, dazzling as a star, just like the starlight in the thatched shed.

It's a pity that so far he has been able to hand out the fifth sword, barely connected into a line, and connected into a galaxy out of reach.

But a childish hero dream?

Jiang Wangshu smiled dumbly, drew his sword and came out, his heart was clear. Fame or fame; Whether it's blame or reputation, he doesn't care. What he cares about is a promise from his husband, and what he cares about is that there will be no more war in the orange land.

The husband was holding the halberd and rushed from the rain curtain, Jiang Wangshu put down the thoughts in his heart, there was a star chasing in his hand, and his eyes were the husband's fault.

The swordsmanship of the galaxy is a childish hero's dream!

The rain was pouring down, and the two armies were facing each other, and they were silent. In the rain curtain, a sword and a halberd, gold and iron are intertwined.

Gambling war, the husband made a wrong bet, it was the life and death of 30,000 Chu Di Erlang, and it was the glory of his martial saint, and he couldn't afford to lose.

Gambling on the war, Jiang Wangshu gambled on the tranquility of the country, that's all, he had a reason to win.

Fu Cuo didn't dare to have a trace of contempt, he had completely put Jiang Wangshu at the same height as him. The husband has fought all his life, and the biggest regret is that he did not meet a strong enough enemy, Jian Ling Miao died bitterly, the hidden dragon lurked in vain, Hussei Weixiu was too far away, and he was invincible for too long.

Invincible is the greatest loneliness.

Martial Saint, Jiang Wangshu when he was young, heard this title, his eyes were hot. The western border has been at war with Shu for 20 years, growing from a pawn to a centurion, a thousand, a thousand, a thousand, to an official to worship Doctor Bayang, and then to Zhigui; From a reckless man who no one in the world knows to a shocking guest in the world of Liangzhou, Wusheng has always been his goal.

In the eighth year of King Lihe, Jiang Wangshu married Du Ruo, the daughter of Taifu, named Sword Chasing, wielded the first sword of the galaxy, and killed Luo Che, the doctor of the eastern Sichuan of Shu.

In the eighth year of King Lihe, Jiang Wangshu wielded the first sword of the galaxy, and in the tenth year of King Lihe, in the battle of the western border, Jiang Wangshu wielded the fourth sword of the galaxy, killing Sima Luo Bingran of Shu State, the general Luo Que, and the shock of Liangzhou.

Triumphant Bayang, before Du Ruo's warmth, only the city is full of sorrow.

Jiang Wangshu has been chasing stars for fifteen years, and he only made one shot in the middle.

In the eighteenth year of King Lihe, it was rumored in Shu that the saint disciple Luo Du went out of the mountain, Jiang Wangshu was ordered to go and chase the stars, only the three swords of the galaxy, and Luo Du fell.

Since then, Jianghou Liangzhou has been unparalleled, and he has never seen chasing stars again. Some people say that the enemy is too weak, and Jiang Hou disdains to use star chasing. Only Jiang Wangshu knows that chasing stars is her shadow, how can she be willing to defile her?

The power of the Martial Saint? Jiang Wangshu had it ten years ago, and at that time he could only hand out four swords.

In that battle, he killed Luo Bingran and was one step closer to the Martial Saint; That battle also killed Du Ruo, and heaven and man have been separated forever.

The husband has the potential of a martial saint, a famous (weapon) overlord, an overlord spearman, and a murderous opportunity between his gestures, Jiang Wangshu is much more terrifying than he imagined.

The rain was pouring, the Wujiang River was roaring, the dark clouds were heavy, Jiang Wangshu was chasing the stars in his hand at exactly five o'clock, connected into a line, and then out of the sword, it was still five o'clock. Even if there are tens of millions of swords, only five swords have stars, and five swords can only be flattened, not won.

Fu Cuo is not confined to the twelve styles of overlord marksmanship, marksmanship is a dead thing, Jiang Wangshu has already figured it out, and it has no effect on him. The husband simply dismantled the twelve styles, moved as he pleased, and was elusive.

The martial saint is also a physical body, he will be injured and bleed, Jiang Wangshu's right shoulder was pierced by the overlord spear, and he changed the star chasing to his left hand, and he was a little slower to swing the sword.

A fraction is enough, victory or defeat is in an instant, the husband wants to take advantage of the situation in one fell swoop, his waist, abdomen, and calves hurt, and he gritted his teeth and scolded "despicable", and he was more careful.

Jiang Wangshu still couldn't swing the sixth sword of the galaxy in the end, and the five swords were already the limit, so he had to exchange injuries for injuries.

The Wujiang River was turbulent, the sky was lightning and thunder, and only the two of them clashed like gods.

"Boom." A bucket-thick bolt of lightning landed right on the two of them, and the lightning was a little brighter than the sun and the stars.

"Jiang Hou."

"Husband."

Wujiang gambled in the battle, and both of them lost to God.

"Kill." The killing shouts on the battlefield of Wujiang shook the heavens and the earth, and the two armies killed the place where the two fought, and I am afraid that the two were injured by mistake, and finally Fan Di and Du Ruoer each led Jiang Wangshu and Fu Cuo.

"Slow, you want to go?" Fan Di saw Du Ruo's arms in his arms, retreated to the upper reaches of the Wujiang River surrounded by the Chu army, and drew his sword to question.

"You're going to stop me?" Du Ruo stroked her husband's face with pity, and her voice was cold.

Fan Di didn't say much to him, and with an order, 50,000 Jiang troops were killed, and 30,000 Chu troops were bound to be left behind.

"Fan Di, today's shame will be returned ten times in the future!" Du Ruo took the wrong horse and fled along the Wujiang River, 10,000 Chu troops rushed forward and pounced on five times the number of the Fang army, and the remaining 20,000 followed Du Ruo to flee south.

"Ba Chuang, lead the troops to chase, be sure to leave the husband's mistake to prevent future troubles." Fan Di couldn't pull away, so he had to shout at Ba Chuang.

Ba Chuang led the troops and chased Du Ruo away. Du Ruo snorted coldly, and the Chu army divided half to resist, causing Fan Di to sigh.

Ba Chuang was anxious about Jiang Wangshu's injury, and led a hundred light horsemen back to the capital quickly. The Chu army resisted stubbornly, and Fan Di slaughtered the 20,000 Chu troops after the break, so he breathed a sigh of relief. The Chu people disturb the environment and disturb the people, he hates the Chu people to the core, and today's battle eliminates the hatred in his heart, and the remaining eighty percent is that the hatred has not left the husband's fault.

How damn glorious is it to make a dignified martial saint bow his head?

In the first battle of Fuling, the Chu army was defeated, and the main general did not know whether he was alive or dead, and the loss of 100,000 soldiers and horses was less than 50,000.

Fuling was defended, the victory of the Fang army was also a tragic victory, Jiang Hou's life hung by a thread, and more than half of the 90,000 Jiang army suffered casualties. Fan Di led his troops to brave the rain to take Qianzhong again, which was already an empty city and could be easily captured without much effort. The country lost its land, lost it and regained it, and the salt water spring salt returned to the country again.