"Xiao Zhao, did you bring thick clothes?" After dismounting, Lao Sun suddenly asked.

"Huh?" Zhao Yuankang was puzzled, it's only April now, why do you need to bring thick clothes?

"This Wusheling Ridge is known as the description of midsummer snow, cold air, and the temperature is unusual!" Lao Sun reluctantly explained the reason.

"I don't know about this, so I didn't prepare anything, just two sets of change clothes, if you don't like it, you can use it first." He was slightly stunned and responded.

"What about you?" Lao Sun asked rhetorically.

"I, I still have some ways to keep out the cold, I believe I can resist it."

In the past two years, he has experienced countless visions of ice and fire, and he has a lot of experience in the method of resistance and elimination, plus he has charms and magic weapons to protect himself, and he doesn't pay attention to the ordinary ice and snow cold.

Lao Sun was also not polite, and wrapped his two coats around his body, he was thin and small, but he could completely cover it.

The two of them found a small cave to hide, and then went all the way up from the foot of the mountain, from east to west.

At this time, it is the fourth month of the solar calendar, which is the time of spring flowers in the north, but there are still faint traces of white snow on this mountain range, and there are traces of melting ice and snow on the mountain rocks.

This mountain, which traverses heaven and earth, is like a giant sword piercing the earth, and it is extremely powerful.

The name of the black sheath is indeed worthy of its name, it is really like the sheath of a peerless sword, containing essence, once released, it is a shocking move.

Black, is black, Zhan, is also a symbol of black, a sword, a sheath, really fit!

The further up he went, the heavier the cold became, and although Lao Sun was covered by three layers of clothing, he was an ordinary person after all, and he was a little shivering without the support of the Dao Law.

The old guy really lived up to his drunkard's nature, took the flask he carried with him, and drank a few large sips of wine.

It's a unique way to ward off the cold in the Tohoku region, but it doesn't seem to work much here.

Zhao Yuankang hurriedly pasted a cold spell for him, and a misty blue light appeared, covering Lao Sun's body, helping him temporarily suppress the cold and move forward freely.

"Xiao Zhao, you cultivators, it's really enviable, when you're free, pass on two tricks to my brother."

Lao Sun got the benefit of the power of the spell, and his body was no longer invaded by the cold, and he felt a lot better, and his mood was much better.

"I'm just a small way, not enough to worry about, if you're interested, after you go back, you can communicate, brother, your swordsmanship, you have to guide me."

Zhao Yuankang is refreshing, after all, these spells are not forbidden by the sect, and what he urgently needs to improve at this stage is the moves.

The ghosts he is currently in contact with are still of the lower class, and he can generally get rid of them by using Dao methods and magic weapons, but he is not sure of defeating the other party.

In the mountains of the Northeast before, when he encountered wild boars and black bears, he could only dodge and watch the battle, and he did not have much power to resist.

Later, in the big battle against the water monkey, he also relied on the power of lightning to strike the wood, and he barely forced the monster back.

In the desert, the fierce battle against the sand devil was that this drunkard relied on exquisite swordsmanship and the restraint effect of lightning strike wood to make this thing dissipate and rout.

He is guided by fate, and the trials he faces in the future will continue to escalate, and he cannot rely on others to help him forever.

And he vaguely felt that this road was not his own, and there would be more people involved, and the hidden crises were everywhere and could not be prevented.

Therefore, he needs to take advantage of the current leisure time to improve his ability as soon as possible. After all, one's own skills are the most reliable.

If he can successfully obtain the Zhan Lu Sword this time, he will have an artifact that can kill the big demon, and he needs to practice unfathomable swordsmanship to be worthy of the treatment of a super divine soldier.

After walking for more than half an hour, a low earthen city wall appeared on the mountainside in front of me. Although it is dilapidated, it still reveals a desolate and ancient feeling, which makes people's hearts rise sharply.

"This section of the Great Wall is the Great Wall of the Han Dynasty. It is the only remaining place here, named Anyuan Great Wall, which is said to have been built by the Han general Huo Qubing to fight against the Huns. Lao Sun said with great interest.

"This is actually a section of the Great Wall of the Han Dynasty, which is long enough." Zhao Yuankang couldn't help but sigh.

The two stopped and raised their eyes to look at this ancient Great Wall that had existed for thousands of years.

The Great Wall was built to defend against foreign enemies, but after thousands of years of weathering, and even stolen by fools, the remaining Han bricks have been mottled and broken to the extreme, and discarded in the loess, just to prove that it once existed.

"Is that a beacon?"

Zhao Yuankang suddenly found that in the distance, a stone platform higher than the mound, surrounded by stones, was easy to climb and look.

This is an important military defense facility in ancient times, which was built to prevent the invasion of the enemy, and in case of an enemy situation, it will smoke during the day, light a fire at night, and connect the stations to transmit messages. is the oldest but proven form of messaging.

He had only seen the beacon tower of the Great Wall of the Ming and Qing dynasties before, but he did not have the high bones of the beacon fire typhoon of the Han Dynasty. There is an awe-inspiring and peerless bearing.

is like a peerless overlord, even if he has no noble status, no gorgeous clothes, and no huge wealth, he still has the temperament of dominating the world, which makes people dare not despise him.

For the Han Dynasty, he has infinite yearning, in that troubled era, between the reckless, there are often heroes.

Liu Bang, Han Xin and others have created an immortal foundation, and Wei Qing and Huo Qubing have become the sages sought after by soldiers of all dynasties.

Those distant and eventful years, full of blood and pride, although submerged in the wind and sand of history, but occasionally a little light, enough to shock future generations.

"There were many geniuses in the Han Dynasty, who had both heroic and ancient styles and chivalrous feelings, which made people yearn for them more than the sages of the Tang Dynasty." He couldn't help but sigh casually.

"The Han people were more casual and real, while the Tang people were more capable of pretending. was kidnapped by benevolence, righteousness and morality, although he was much higher in intelligence, but in terms of individuals, he was inferior. Especially in terms of force, in addition to the famous generals in the early Tang Dynasty, Guo Ziyi, who quelled the Anshi Rebellion in the later period, can be called a genius through the ages. ”

At this time, the drunkard ascended to the beacon tower and completely changed his appearance. No longer a lazy, muddy drunk, but a sober, wise man.

Zhao Yuankang had already guessed about him, so he was not much surprised by his performance, but hoped that he could reveal more secrets, but this guy was aware of it, looked far away, and stopped talking about it.

"Brother Sun, let's pay homage to the undead of the Han army who were once stationed here and fought in the world." He cherishes his ancestors and wants to express his sorrows.

He has cultivated and realized, and there seems to be a vague entanglement of cause and effect, which makes him want to find out.

"Okay, I don't understand this ghost thing, you pay attention." Lao Sun didn't shirk it, but his expression was still solemn.

He took out a stack of yellow paper from his backpack, which had been used to draw talismans, and was now used as paper money.

He lit the stack of yellow paper on the beacon and flipped the burning paper with a stick, but fortunately the wind was not strong enough to blow the ashes everywhere.

A faint green smoke floated out of this beacon tower, but this smoke was dispersed and could not be condensed, and quickly dissipated in the sky.

"I am a person of the Han nationality in this world, I have long admired the heroic style of my ancestors, and I am fortunate to pass by here today, and I have come to pay respects, hoping to guide me."

Zhao Yuankang knelt on the ground, bowed his head and worshipped, very pious.

The so-called mountain has a mountain god, the land has a land, and there are gods to guide it, and the peerless Zhan Lu sword will fall here, and it will leave the key to searching.

This Great Wall of the Han Dynasty, which has existed for thousands of years, must have a mystery, so he secretly used mana and sacrificed a soul talisman.

"Who are you waiting for, so bold as to disturb us?"

A dull voice sounded in the sky, startling the two of them hurriedly got up and retreated, showing the copper coin sword in their hands in case of contingency.

"The juniors don't mean to offend, they really have something to ask for."

Zhao Yuankang saluted respectfully, and at the same time used the light of the Zhenfei Mirror to illuminate the souls of the gods at the entrance of the ancient beacon tower.

This group of soldiers, dressed in iron armor, holding a sword in his left hand and a shield in his right hand, stood in two columns, staring at the two of them resolutely.

A soldier is an extremely strong character, and he must not be taken lightly in life or death.

He had encountered the Yin soldiers of the Qing Dynasty in the Qing Dynasty Xiling, but compared with this group of Han soldiers, it was a few layers behind.

It's no wonder that if the feudal dynasty talks about military strength, the Qin, Han and Yuan dynasties are significantly higher than the Tang, Song and Qing dynasties, and how can the strength of the Qing soldiers in the later period compete with the Western Han Iron Army.

These Han soldiers, born for the battlefield, are obsessed with death without extinguishing, so even after a thousand years, they can still hold the netherworld here.

"Why are you here? Tell me about it. ”

From this group of people, there stood out a person, with an extraordinary spirit, and all the ghost soldiers stood behind him, like the leader of this group of ghost troops.