Spring goes to autumn, and in a blink of an eye, half a year has passed.

It was September, and the mountains in the southern part of Dahan also ushered in autumn.

The imperial troops stationed in the mountains and mountains did not feel any peace and happiness, although the barbarians have not had a major war for many years under the suppression of General Xu Tianbao over the years, but stationing on the frontier is a chore, looking at the bleak picture full of fallen leaves, where do you have the idea of appreciating the autumn scenery.

Xu Tianbao, the general of Zhennan, was a burly, one-eyed old man, who ruled the army strictly, but loved soldiers like children; in recent years, under his crusade, the barbarians who had been arrogant and arrogant in the past have also begun to be forced to move south.

A hurried soldier took a letter and ran into the tent of the Chinese army camp where Xu Tianbao was.

Xu Tianbao was a big old man, he looked at the young soldier in a hurry, and scolded: "Don't you know what to say before entering the door?

The young soldier ignored the words of the old handsome knife mouth and tofu heart, but smiled stupidly and said, "There is a letter from the north." ”

Xu Tianbao frowned and asked, "North, but a letter from Diyang City?"

The young soldier shook his head and said, "No. ”

Xu Tianbao glared at the young soldier impatiently and said, "Where did that come from?"

The young soldier glanced at the old man and said, "I guess it was sent by your precious grandson." ”

"Then don't hurry, show me it!"

The young soldier handed the letter to Xu Tianbao.

Xu Tianbao couldn't wait to open the letter, but after opening it, he was stumped again.

The whole Zhennan army knew about the fact that the old man was illiterate, and the young soldier smiled secretly when he saw this scene.

Xu Tianbao looked at the letter in his hand over and over again, and he couldn't read it.

The young soldier kept silent, and he didn't ask Xu Tianbao if he needed help.

Xu Tianbao looked at the young soldier who had not yet gone out, and handed the letter to the young soldier in a serious manner, "Ah Xi! You don't have any eyesight! How can you be my personal guard!"

Ah Xi said seriously: "Lao Shuai, if you don't speak, how do I know what you think, I'm not a roundworm in your stomach, if I knew what you want, Lao Shuai, I wouldn't be a pro-guard now." ”

When Xu Tianbao heard this, he kicked Ah Xi and scolded: "Don't give me a poor mouth, read this letter to me." ”

Ah Xi rubbed his buttocks, took the letter unhappily, and said, "You kicked me, see who reads the letter to you!"

Xu Tianbao glanced at Ah Xi again, and Ah Xi reluctantly read to Xu Tianbao-

My grandfather is on my knees, since my grandfather left Beijing two years ago and went to southern Xinjiang to guard, and now I haven't seen him for two years, and I am very worried about it recently.

The grandson set off in February, and arrived at the city of Qixian in half a month, all the way to the spring flowers, the ice and snow melted; what is the weather in southern Xinjiang recently, if the weather is cold, remember to keep warm and add clothes.

Kunlun Wanren had a very difficult journey, but he did not live up to his hopes, and he had to worship the Nine Heavens Sword Sect and return to Xiao Yichen's sect; the weather in southern Xinjiang was humid, and I don't know if my grandfather's wind and cold could be reoffended?

The master and the brothers are very good to me, the weather is sunny in Saibei, don't worry about my grandfather from afar.

The inhabitants of southern Xinjiang should be given more help when they are in dire straits, and their subordinates should be strictly forbidden to disturb the people.

It is inevitable to raise troops and use force, there are also civilians in the land of barbarians, and the people of the two dynasties are innocent.

Now everything is fine, there is no need to worry, and the rest is different. (Early March of the 17th year of Chengping)

Xu Tianbao listened to the entire letter and asked, "At the beginning of March, it has been more than six months since this letter arrived in my hand, and the mail of the big man is still so slow! Also, how can this scholar talk about grinding and chirping, what does he mean in his letter?"

Ah Xi received the letter, handed it to Xu Tianbao and said: "Your grandson told you to take care of your health, don't worry about him, he is doing well; ”

Xu Tianbao's eyes suddenly lit up, and he asked, "Xiao Yichen, but that Xiao Yichen of the Nine Heavens Sword Sect?"

Ah Xi nodded, "Yes." ”

Xu Tianbao showed a smile on his face, "After accepting my grandson, Xiao Yichen has a little vision." ”

Ah Xi rolled her eyes when she heard this.

Xu Tianbao is the physical cultivation of a martial arts powerhouse, and now he is also five hundred years old, he lost his wife in middle age, and then he did not take it again;

A few years ago, his only child had died.

Therefore, in this world, he only has Li Changan, his relative.

The old man was born poor, and when he was a teenager, because he couldn't eat, he went to pin his head to his waist and chose to join the army.

The old man loves soldiers like sons in his life, and every soldier is treated as his own son, so he has a high prestige in the army.

After the death of his daughter, the old man took his grandson back to Diyang City, and then had a conversation with the emperor, and the old man resigned from the official position of general Zhennan, which almost caused a mutiny in the Zhennan army.

In the end, the emperor promised to posthumously crown Li Yunfei as the "God General of Anguo", nicknamed "Zhongwu", and crowned Li Yunfei's youngest son Li Changan as the "King of Freedom", and inherited the throne of Tiance General.

The old man accepted the letter, remembered the innocent hard-working child, and sighed to himself: "Hey, poor my little Chang'an, I lost my father before I was born, and I lost my mother in half a month, leaving me as a rough old man." ”

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In the past six months, Li Changan occasionally received flying charms from Qu Chengen.

Qu Lanling mainly talked about trivial things, saying that she had a good life in the Extreme Yang Sect, and the master and senior brother were quite happy to take care of her, but she had a trouble, that is, there were no female disciples in the Extreme Yang Sect, only she was a girl, and she felt unaccustomed.

In the past half a year, the three moves of Huoyang Litian, Kwai Water Swinging Sun and Yimu Fengchun in "Kwai Fire Sword Technique" have long been familiar in my heart, but "Kwai Fire Sword Technique" has never been able to integrate with "Qinglian Sword Codex", reaching the realm of endless growth and complementarity that Xiao Yichen said.

The lotus pond of Liuyun Pavilion.

Li Changan stood on a lotus leaf as if he were walking on the ground.

He took out a sword called "Pan Xu" from the storage bag, this sword was the worst quality flying sword in Li Changan's storage bag, and it was also the only low-level flying sword that could be controlled now.

Li Changan held the sword in his right hand, condensed his spiritual power, and swung forward, and the tip of the sword rippled with cyan ripples.

"Whew-"

The sword style is like water, stirring in the pool, and half of the lotus flower is cut off in an instant.

Li Changan took a heavy breath, "Is this the sunflower water that I struck with all my might?"

Li Changan looked at the pond full of lotuses.

Qinglian, out of the mud but not stained, clear ripples but not demons, has the meaning of staying away from the mortal dust, detached from the distance.

Li Changan stood in the lotus pond, feeling that the world was far away, the lotus flowers were in full bloom, the water in the pond was clear, Li Changan was calm, and his spiritual power passed through the meridians and acupoints, out of the five levels, and gradually converged on the Panxu Sword.

The spiritual power absorbed by the Qinglian Sword Code and the Kwai Fire Sword Technique blended in Li Chang'an's body.

The sword body is green and prosperous, and the sword style is ready to go.

Li Changan swung out a sword, and was about to carefully check the power of this sword, the sword body suddenly trembled in the air, and a strong spiritual power fluctuation exploded in front of him, because the distance of the fluctuation was too close, Li Changan was shocked and stumbled, and obviously fell into the water, he squatted on the pool in embarrassment, and forcibly swallowed the blood flowing from his throat.

"Failed. ”

Li Changan kept panting, "It's really not that simple." Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he sat cross-legged on the pool and resumed his pranayama.

"If I can't do it once, I'll do it twice!" Li Changan's stubborn personality attacked.

After the pranayama was completed, he got up and continued to try to blend spiritual power and magic.

With the experience of the last time, Li Changan was prepared this time, but the ending still failed, but this time it was all the case, and it was not as embarrassing as last time.

After Li Chang'an's 693rd defeat, fifteen days have passed, and Li Changan, who has always believed in "perseverance and hard work", has also begun to waver.

For fifteen days, six hundred and ninety-three times, he did not succeed once.

Li Changan was lying on the pond water, his stomach empty, his eyes were tired, his body was already soaked, and his clothes were covered with water stains and mud.

In the fifteen days, except for pranayama, Li Changan did not put down his sword for a moment.

However, because of the excessive use of spiritual power, Li Changan's hand holding the sword has been trembling all the time.

His empty eyes looked at the wound on his arm, which was caused by too much mental exhaustion, and the hand holding the sword was not grasped steadily, and Li Changan scratched himself himself, but fortunately, the wound was not too deep and did not leave too much blood.

The moment the sword scratched himself, the tired Li Changan had already passed out, if it weren't for the cold pool water that froze him awake, maybe Li Changan would have become the first drowned immortal cultivator in the history of the Nine Heavens Sword Sect.

"Is it time to give up?" Li Changan put down his weak left hand and muttered to himself in a tired voice.

The sun at the beginning of September is not very hot.

The breeze blew through his soaked clothes, Li Changan felt a trace of coldness, the dazzling sun stung his eyes that he couldn't focus, and he only felt an overwhelming tiredness sweeping over.

"It's uncomfortable. ”

The weak eyes slowly closed, and there was a roar in the brain, and the empty mind kept vibrating repeatedly.

In Li Changan's blank mind, a cyan back appeared in a trance, and the back turned around, looking seven or eight points similar to Li Changan, he looked at Li Changan and asked with a smile: "Are you going to give up?"

"At the beginning, I didn't give up Kunlun Wanren, how can I give up now? Fifteen days can't work, I'll do it for thirty days, if it doesn't work in thirty days, it will be a year, and if it doesn't work in one year, it will be ten years!"

The fool can move the mountain, the grasshopper can shake the tree, as long as people have ambitions, there will eventually be a time for flowers to bloom!

Li Changan's pale and empty eyes began to focus, his eyes returned to clear and bright, and he got up and sat down again to recover his spiritual power.