[Please keep in mind the domain name of this site " ", or search in Baidu: Sanlian Literature Network] ※ Yiding has been instilled with mysterious ideas since he was instilled, and Chongyang has been straight to the Nabai Factory that has been promoted by Hurricane, and this kind of improvement is not the improvement of pure energy at the level of magic power, but more of an improvement in the realm of comprehension, but the improvement is too fast, and his body and mind may not be able to keep up with the progress.

It's like a kid who strays into the beach and occasionally picks up beautiful seashells. But they may not understand the meaning of the vast sea.

He's been receiving. I am also exploring what the world wants to tell me, what I want to learn" or what I remember.

A person, who has explored to the extreme, will find that the greatest mystery may not be the universe of heaven and earth, but its own world.

Now, among the people who respect themselves, before worshipping their brothers and sisters, Chongyang sees the innate greatness hidden in people's lives, and in turn understands his own narrowness, so as to broaden a new horizon.

It's like a child who looks at the little shells on the beach, and finally knows how to turn his head and look at the endless and vast sea.

For a moment, the endless picture of déjà vu appeared in front of me, as if it were the broken memory of being instilled with the mind, but this time it was more, bigger, more trivial.

This terrifying awakening made him frown, but he barely supported the smile on his face, and after thanking and comforting his brother and sister, he continued to walk down the street.

The brilliance of Amaterasu was sprinkled behind him. Stunned teenagers and girls, pedestrians who stop quietly. and the lord sisters who followed him, when they looked at his back, they all felt strange in their hearts.

"Lord Sword, what's wrong?.

"I don't know, but I suddenly felt like something had changed in adults" No, I should say it's changing. ”

Lily and Sissi whispered, their eyes unable to take away from the young man's back, as if they could see something incorporating beneath the ordinary surface, which was violently turbulent.

Chongyang walked alone. All of a sudden, it is like walking on a bustling and beautiful street, and all of a sudden it is like walking in a barren and empty wilderness. All at once walked in a heavily guarded fortress. All of a sudden, he walked beside the group of simple villagers laughing and laughing.

"Yang, hurry up and come over here!" a young girl in a purple patterned robe turned back to shout at him in the crowd, smiling happily and brightly.

"Yang, thank you for saving me. Thank you for saving my whole family, thank you for being a strong man with a top horn. Hugged his shoulders and burst into tears.

"Mr. Yang, will you come again? A sick and frail child with cat-like ears asked expectantly as he squeezed the fingers of his big hand on the bed with his thin little enjoyment.

"Uncle Yang, are you from Mingli?"

"Grandpa Yang, come to my house for dinner"

"Yang Gong, on behalf of the 108,600 people of the city, I would like to thank Your Excellency

！”

"Yang boy

"Brother Yang,"

"Brother Yang,"

Different titles, different environments, different times, and different people, with Chongyang's solitary walk, appeared by his side one by one, and disappeared one by one.

A face full of smiles, a face full of sadness, an expression of gratitude, a look of love. Keep emerging. And it keeps disappearing.

Lively streets. Silent cities, bloody battlefields. Eerie fortresses, constantly being built. and continually destroying.

He saw many, many people, traveled to many, many places, not only tasted all kinds of life, but also saw the whole process of Ling Ran's long death, from an ordinary businessman to an emperor's birth, growing up, marrying a wife, having children, getting old, and getting sick, until finally the whole process of Ling Ran's long death.

The girl in the purple pattern robe has become a gray-haired old man, quietly closing her eyes in the memory of the past

A strong man with a horn on his head, he did his best for his family and country, and died in the fight against the enemy.

The little boy with cat ears on the hospital bed recovered his health, married the woman he liked, gave birth to two children, lived an ordinary life, and finally returned to the hospital bed and died under the care of his children and grandchildren.

He was like a passerby. Constantly moving through these personnel scenes, most of the time they are important characters, but there are also opportunities to play inconsequential roles.

Everyone calls him by different names, and the only common word "yang" is the word.

"Yang, who the hell are you?"

Who am I?

Chongyang went all the way forward until this moment finally stopped.

The smoke of the dreamlike scene around him cleared and the road to Les City was revealed, and the two sisters, Lily and Sissi, walked quietly and curiously to his left and right.

"Mr. Onisha?" are you in a daze?"

Lily asked softly as she stared at the black-haired youth's blank face.

"Ghost brake?. Chongyang was stunned.

He looked back a little dazedly, only to see that he had only walked a few hundred meters from the position just now, but he felt as if he had traveled through countless time and space.

"Oh" my current pseudonym is, "Ghost Brake" real name is Chongyang. However, this "Chongyang." Which "yang" will it be and how many are there. "Yang. ？”

I saw time, I saw change, I saw life and death, I saw reincarnation.

I am "Yang"

Walk among the general public, uphold self-belief, and pursue the existence of the supreme demonic path!

He slowly withdrew his gaze. After no longer looking back, he looked at the sky again, the unpredictable Amaterasu flowers.

Do you know where Amaterasu came from?"

"Huh?" Lily and Sissi's eyes widened. They didn't expect this Sword Saint Lord to suddenly ask such a question after a series of strange behaviors.

Inexplicably, she looked at each other for a while, but Sissi, who was more keen on ancient stories, answered.

"That" is said to be the Amaterasu flower in the sky, which was transformed by the tears of a beloved girl when the Holy Spirit created the world. She blinked and said with a cheerful smile.

A cold sweat ran down Lily's forehead, and the word "speechless" was painted from her eyebrows to the corners of her mouth.

My sister is a little childish. She knew this very well, when she heard the rumors about Chongyang, she also said that "the brave man of Amaterasu's pupil" or something, could it be that this time she pressed the switch and wanted to go back to her old ways

？

Sure enough, as soon as Sissi opened the conversation box in this regard, she couldn't help but talk endlessly, the origin of Amaterasu, the creation of the world by the Holy Spirit, the descendation of the Holy Emperor into the world, and the victory of the brave over the evil demons.

Lily had a headache when she heard this. I don't want to admit that the one next to me is my own sister who is about the same age as me. Fortunately. The black-haired young man who provoked the topic did not look impatient, and calmly listened to Sissi's pillow stories that were too old-fashioned for children.

"My lord, you are exactly as described in the prophecy, but you are actually a "brave man with Amaterasu's pupils", right?" The lord's daughter's eyes sparkled, as if she was a newspaper reporter who had finally exposed Superman's true face.

"Sissi,"

Let me die. Yu Li thought weakly, she didn't even have the strength to stand up and fight with her sister.

Chongyang was smiling, and the corners of his mouth did not make fun of the girl's innocence, but contained a more meaningful meaning that the sisters could not see.

Heroes and heroes don't need such meaningless titles, because at the end of the day, I don't want to do it for my own Liz. It's just a small person. "Maybe I really am. But that doesn't mean anything, even without me, there will be others who will come forward," he said lightly.

There is more than one "yang".

If anything, the tyrant who looks like him is actually another

The deeper secret, Chongyang is not clear, what he realizes now is the inevitability of his coming to this world, and it seems that God is destined. But the root lies in one's own heart, the choice of fate.

He is a narrow little person. Fight for survival and return. He is a noble husband and king, and he fights for conquest and hegemony.

Two people who are not much different in the seventh essence of the Levy are also "yang". But in terms of attitude towards the world, he has a completely different heart.

Similar to the two. The irreconcilable contradictions in the soul are destined to be a battle that is incompatible with each other.

"My lord?" Sissi waved her palm in front of her and pursed her lips, "You're in a daze again, it's rude to go shopping with a lady." ”

Chongyang suddenly came back to his senses.

"I'm sorry,"

"This kind of apology lacks sincerity, and if a man wants to make amends, it is best to buy something and give it to a woman

"Sissi!" Lily erupted, not in silence, but in silence, "You can be so rude to adults!?"

"No, it's all right, Miss Lily, would you like to accept it? "Chongyang is in a good mood.

"See" this "no" is embarrassing, sir" that," Lily was caught off guard, and was struck inwardly by the gentle smile of the black-haired youth, and her face flushed a shy red.

"It's so nice to be a good man, I like it the most. Sissi smiled and grabbed the young man's arm and hugged it very tightly.

Enjoyable shopping. It's still going on.

At night, Les Castle.

Chongyang was experimenting with new magic in his room when he was summoned by a servant. Earl Custer urgently

See.

In the hall, the old earl stood with his hands in his hands, calm and unwavering. Panster walked up and down anxiously, his face looking a little uneasy.

Until Chongyang enters the hall. The son of the lord stepped forward, omitting the greeting and going straight to the point.

"There's news from the king. ”

From the day of the end of the battle in Les City, the Earl's Court arranged a huge intelligence force to monitor the reaction of the remnants of the Red Wolf Army and even the kings on the front line. It was expected that the king, who would never be willing to be defeated, was likely to reinforce the country. Command the corps for another bloody repression.

And the anti-war coalition formed by the instant outbreak of the uprising. The agreed response was to cut off the logistical supply lines of the king's army, thereby threatening the enraged king to calm down.

No matter how strong the army is, without logistics and food, it is nothing. And the anti-war alliance, which gathered most of the lords from all over the world, definitely has the strength to interrupt the logistics of the front.

Even though the king had already conquered some of the cities of the Sindan Kingdom, the tenacious and ruthless Sindan people did not leave much to use for the invaders. A few generals in a company did not hesitate to set fire to the city and die together, and they did not surrender and surrender to the ruthless role of the city.

The logistics of the Tianlan army mainly relied on domestic support, which was the weakness of the king and the biggest trump card of the anti-war alliance. The counts believed. Uniting to hold the lifeline of the front-line army, even if the king is angry, he must let go of his anger and try to negotiate with the anti-war alliance.

However, it turns out. Everyone underestimated the king's means.

"The kingdom of Xindan has surrendered. Now that the front-line army has entered the royal city of Sindan, we are a step too late, and Panst said bitterly.

The kingdom of Sindan was defeated. At the time of the formation of the Anti-War Alliance, the enemy country declared defeat and surrender. What an irony.

After the end of the war, the anti-war alliance will lose its meaning of existence in an instant, and cutting off the trump card of logistics will become a joke! It is conceivable that those conspiratorial and calculating Tianlan nobles, once they know this news, will be shocked, dazed, remorseful, and frightened, and the shadow of the powerful king in their hearts will become incomparably stronger.

Chongyang understands this. But he just raised his eyebrows, and his expression didn't change.

The defeat of the Xindan Kingdom was indeed unexpected, but from his point of view, it was not too bad news.

Because he was destined to fight the king, and for that he needed to support himself, or at least create for himself a sufficiently large army to fight against the king. This is the purpose of setting off a wave of anti-war movement.

The kingdom of Sindan was defeated. Tremendous pressure was put on the nobles who had just decided to coerce the king, and to dispel their attempts to negotiate. Instead, there was the panic of being punished, executed, and suppressed by the king.

Facing death threats. The nobles, who originally just wanted to make a show and fight for their own rights, are likely to turn to the real war of resistance. In this way, the anti-war alliance can exert more powerful combat power than before.

The anti-war army will not be disbanded, but will burst out with a stronger fighting spirit, which is enough for Chongyang.

Seeing this, Panster could only smile bitterly.

In the final analysis, unlike Chongyang, a thorough revolutionary, he still had a glimmer of illusion in his heart about a peaceful settlement, and felt that if the king had been merciful and had taken care of the overall situation, he might have spared the city of Leth.

However, the defeat of the Xindan Kingdom and the panic of the other nobles were still in a panic, and his illusion was completely shattered.

The Earl of Caster was calmer than his son, and he knew the king's character better than his son, and had no unrealistic illusions.

"How soon will it take for them to come back from the counterattack?" Chongyang asked keenly.

Even the defeat of a kingdom does not mean that the strife is over. No matter how eloquent the king was, he was strategic. It will also take time to quell the riots of the surrender and form a ruling group. Arrange personnel, suppress riots, and pursue war criminals. "Reorganize the order" until a new logistics channel is established before leading the army back to China for conquest.

"I don't know, the main problem now is not this, if the king is going to rebuild Sindan and then come back. It would take at least a few of the same time, but he was less than five days after he was stationed in the royal city of Sindan. He led a henchman army to leave the royal city and quickly went to the direction of Sword Saint Mountain. ”

Panst's brow twinked with concern.

"Sword Saint Mountain?" Chongyang's eyes narrowed.

In front of the treacherous and cunning aristocracy, he claimed to be a diorama from Sword Saint Mountain, and he didn't know if it had been exposed. Originally, he borrowed the name of authority. It was only to form its own prestige, only later a stronger diorama with "Juggernaut" written on it replaced this role.

It doesn't matter if he's from Sword Saint Mountain or not, the guys in the Anti-War Alliance dare to lie that he is a relative of the king, who cares about his true origin.

"The king went to the Sword Saint Jean, what to do?"

"I don't know, only he knows, maybe he wants to ask for help, maybe he wants to" Panst shook his head, although he didn't know what the king was doing, but it was definitely not a good thing for his side, and confusion and fear led to worry.

Chongyang glanced at the silent Earl of Caster, and saw the color of thought in those old eyes.

"Should he be going to snatch the fourth holy sword?"

Since the Xindan Kingdom has been defeated. The holy sword, which was a national weapon, naturally fell into the hands of the king. In this way, that man already has three holy swords! And the well-known husband..."The holy right who knew the traces of the Han Houshan was in the Sword Saint Mountain

Because of Chongyang's words, the already quiet hall suddenly became cold and silent. This speculation is crazy, but it can't be denied, so it's creepy.

It is true that the Sword Saint Mountain is very strong, but how strong is the king with the three holy swords in his hand? No one knows, but judging from his behavior of daring to leave the city and break into the Sword Saint Mountain with only one henchman, he undoubtedly has the strongest self-confidence in the world.

If, just if, the king went to the Sword Sacred Mountain to achieve his purpose, what would happen

？

Panster did not dare to imagine, Count Custer did not dare to imagine, and no one of the anti-war coalitions dared to think of coming

Lord Les father and son looked at Chongyang, who knew that he had to make a decision on his own.

"We will also go to the Sword Saint Mountain and gather all the people above the sword master level, as soon as possible!"

That's where it all ends.

The majestic and lofty mountain, as it has been for thousands of years, stands quietly in the dark night

Middle.

There are no more than fifty-five swordsmanship sects on the mountain, scattered in various areas from the mountainside to the top of the mountain. The halls and houses built on the rocks are dotted with sparkling brilliance at night, so that the mortals who are in the place and under the feet look up and worship.

The mountain is there, but not all poisonous individuals can go up the mountain, and only the core disciples who are recognized by one of the fifty-five sects as worthy of cultivation. Only then can you be qualified to step through the vast mountain gate, step on the five hundred and fifty-five grid climbing stairs, and enter the most sacred kendo realm in the world.

The outer disciples of the sect who did not have enough qualifications and were not allowed to enter the mountain gate, and even the seekers who could not even be selected from the periphery, settled down outside the mountain gate. The vast city with a population of no less than one million people is the city of seekers "Sword Pond".

A long time ago, when this was not a city, there was a large pit called Sword Pond, which was a dump abandoned by swordsmen. Broken every year. Rusty, worn out for various reasons, or discouraged by the seeker. A large number and variety of swords that can fill an entire large pit.

It seems that the new seeker will be introduced to this pit to see the magnificent scene created by the accumulation of abandoned swordsmen. The subtext is "If you don't have the perseverance to learn the sword, you might as well throw the sword here." Then leave. ”

Later, there were more and more people, and the big pit was not dug enough, and it occupied too much living area, so it was not dug, and only the name of the sword pond was handed down.

No matter how difficult it is, there are always people who aspire to reach the peak of kendo and there are many of them. They gathered here from all over the continent full of hope, some of them went up the mountain, some of them settled in Jianchi City, and some of them left gloomily.

Generations of seekers are endless, making Sword Pond City continue to prosper, and those who have no pursuit of swordsmanship in the new generation will be driven away if they are not strong enough, and only the strong can stay.

Such a long-term accumulation has made the combat power of the residents of the entire Sword Pond City terrifying. At least one person in every household is a sword master-level powerhouse, and even the moves of children playing on the side of the road with wooden swords may be able to embarrass the armies of many small countries.

Millions of people have learned the sword. Even if only one-third of the people are engaged in actual combat, it is still an army of hundreds of thousands! If the average level of a sword master is above the level, a wave of sword qi moves can even collapse the city wall.

This is not counting the core disciples of the fifty-five sects on the mountain gate, the real kendo elite, the most conservative calculation is more than 10,000 people. Not counting the revered sword saint who has transcended the concept of the world, a single sword can withstand the existence of ten thousand armies.

Sword Saint Mountain, a city and a mountain, has a narrow territory but has a power that no country on the continent can compare.

In history, there are not no countries or forces that provoked the Sword Sacred Mountain, and all of them have disappeared in history without exception. None of the careerists who delusionally wanted to conquer or use the Sword Sacred Mountain could escape a miserable end.

The supreme authority, not to be offended.

Sword Saint Mountain has the strength to unify the continent. But its core rule is the premise of the Sword Saint Mountain that Yan defected to, that is, this rule.

The rules are strict, but the hearts of people are flexible. Fifty-five sects dwelling above the mountain gate. It can't all be gentlemen who are dedicated to the way of the sword, and there is no shortage of greedy and ambitious people.

They used the authority of the Scraping Holy Mountain to make profits in Jianchi City and even the countries of the mainland. It seems to be out of the ordinary, but in fact, it has already established an inextricable connection with the world beyond the mountains. Conversely, countries outside the mountains will also actively or passively collude with the sects on the mountains.

Tianlan Country is no exception.

A team of hundreds of people rushed from the night road on horseback, entered the Sword Pond City, and galloped along the main road to the front of the Sword Saint Mountain.

"What kind of person? trespass on the mountain gate, and kill the matter!"

The guards stationed at the gate awoke from their slumber, held the hilt of their swords with one hand, and shouted loudly from the gatehouse.

Hundreds of black-robed people were silent. Turning over and dismounting neatly, the sound of marching in unison shook the earth.

The guard's heart was awe-inspiring, and he quietly picked up the horn with the other hand, ready to blow it at any time, but saw the leading black-robed man approaching the gatehouse and raising his hand to reveal a lacquered stone plaque.

"Huagang Sect's Supreme Mountaineering Order!?" the guard recognized the handwriting of the stone tablet and immediately ate it

。

The Huagang Sect is the first-class sect among the fifty-five sword sects in the Sword Saint Mountain, and it is very likely that it will be promoted to one of the top five sects this year. The authority of the Ruling Party is extraordinary.

The Supreme Mountaineering Order is the highest level of passage that can only be issued by the sect that has been granted and allowed by the League Assembly. As soon as they saw this order, the guards could not ask about the identity of the visitors, and no matter the number of visitors or the time of visit, they could only open the mountain gate and let them enter.

Such authority, looking at the entire Holy Mountain, is not more than ten factions can have.

"The villain is offended, and now immediately notify the door to open

After the guard was surprised, his attitude turned one hundred and eighty degrees, and his originally serious face smiled, and even said with some grovel.

If you are dealing with the average seeker. He is the uncle, even if he has a mountaineering order, he can't get stuck with some oil and water, and those who don't have a mountaineering order are kneaded by him, and it doesn't matter if he even kills him.

However, the Supreme Mountaineering Order is definitely not something he can provoke.

Nine short and one long after the trumpet sounds. The heavy gate opened slowly, revealing the heavily guarded backyards behind the gate and the long stone staircase leading up the mountain.

With such terrain and defenses, even an army of 100,000 may not be able to attack the mountain.

Tianlan Monarch Nuodao. Arashi secretly observed the terrain, put away the mountaineering order, and waved his hand. Lead your elite through the mountain gate and climb the stairs.

On top of the high stairs, one hall after another, one mountain road after another, intricate, criss-crossing layout. At the top of the most lofty mountain, on the pyramid-like sacrificial rooftop, a beautiful woman with fluttering silver hair. With his hands clasped in front of his chest, he closed his eyes and looked up at the sky, as if he were praying quietly.

"Your Highness, it's getting late, please go to bed.

Behind the woman, a maid advised.

However, the silver-haired woman did not hear it, and let the cold night breeze blow her white cloak, tightly outlining the slender and graceful figure under the cloak.

"I hear you

She muttered softly, and the expression on her face was extremely reverent.

"I heard the "Heavenly Voice of the Return of the Holy Emperor"

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