The first thousand and the second three chapters are towards the beginning of the destruction of the final gathering

In his heart, the words "righteousness" and "civilization" have completely overlapped.

"Uncle Shizu. Just as he was carrying the small package on his back and preparing to activate the so-called teleportation that could reach the destination directly at any time and anywhere, a young man's simple voice came from outside the hidden wooden door.

"What's the matter? Come in. The 10,000 people turned to face the door, but they did not sit down.

The wooden door was gently pushed open, and a new disciple with a low background stood outside the door a little timidly.

Thousands of people remembered that this young man was called Wang Xiliu, a fellow villager of Wang Shenhai, and even a brother of the same clan, but he was more responsible, braver, and more admittedly responsible than Wang Shenhai. He may be the strongest one among the children who came from Wangjia Village now, he is actually only 15 years old, even younger than Yinchen, but he already has the realm of 13 levels of qi.

This simple and somewhat cowardly young man stood outside the door with his body half-bowed, wanting to kneel and kowtow to the patriarch, but he didn't dare to kneel due to the new rules of the Civilization Temple, so he could only stalemate in this ugly posture.

"Come in and sit, relax, I'm not your one, the so-called Senior Brother Fang Tianhong. Ten thousand people let in this simple young man who had nothing outstanding in the original provincial station league, but he himself kept standing and did not sit down.

The young man didn't dare, and when the master had not yet sat down, he sat down first. However, listening to Wan Wanxiang's gentle tone, the timidity in his heart seemed to fade a lot, at least he could relax and stand up straight.

When he stood up straight, his momentum was awe-inspiring, and he didn't look like a young man who had achieved cultivation, but like a real, war-hardened master, and his momentum was really a little sorry for his baby face.

Wan Xiang nodded with satisfaction and asked softly:

"Do you have anything to ask about me?"

"The disciple has never known whether to ask or not," Wang Xiliu pondered the words: "The male disciple also vaguely felt that this kind of question should not be brought to the elders, and there was no shame, but the disciple has been walking the rivers and lakes for three months, and every time he hears someone say this, he is really a little angry." ”

"Uncle Shi, everyone in the world says that "Rainstorm Allure Style" is the strongest swordsmanship in the world, and its reputation is prominent, and the "Sword Mang" that we practice is almost no one mentions, and "Guanlan" is only known to the brothers who were the first to be together before, and few people outside know it, although the disciples also know what kind of Allure style, most of them buy sensationalism skills, Xu is particularly good-looking, and it is remembered, but today Shi Shuzu ordered the abandonment of "Sword Mang" should learn "Guanlan", and the disciple couldn't help but think, is "Heavy Rain Allure" more powerful than "Sword Mang"? That's the Demon Dao Sword Technique. ”

After hearing his words, Wan Wan Xiang did not refute immediately, but closed his eyes, thought seriously for a long time, and went through all the sword moves of "Rainstorm Allure" he had seen in his mind. Wan Xiang knows the magic sword technique of "Rainstorm Allure" very well, in addition to its cultivation secrets, he knows everything about it, whether it is the number of ways to enter, the style of swordsmanship, the pranayama cycle, the offensive strategy, or the weaknesses and gaps, all of them are understood. After all, "Rainstorm Allure" is the most prestigious swordsmanship today, and many swordsmen who are said to be very famous are using this kind of swordsmanship, and many of them are bold and reckless and come to challenge him. Ten thousand people put aside their contempt for this kind of swordsmanship, carefully evaluated it, and compared it with what they had learned in their own lives, and then told the conclusion to the disciple, telling a disciple that the talent is not really outstanding, and he doesn't like the teachers very much.

"In all fairness, the strength of "Heavy Rain" is only under "Sword Mang". What's more, "Sword Mang" is too rigid and easy to break, if it is a beginner, you can only send out one or two sword rays, and when you encounter "Rainstorm Allure", you have no chance of winning, and other swordsmanship such as leisure should not be compared with it, whether it is the mastery of the Iron Sword Gate or the mastery of the Shengyang School, it is not qualified enough, but if "Sword Mang" is practiced to perfection, you can send out a sword ray by raising your hand, then "Rainstorm Allure" is not enough to see, after all, no matter how strong the swordsmanship is, it is only a technique, and "Sword Mang's Heart Sutra" can be broken with strength. For a swordsman, there is no difference between not being able to catch an opponent's sword and dying. ”

"As for the "Guanlan Swordsmanship", it is better not to compare it with this kind of swordsmanship used by ordinary people. In "Guanlan", there are not only swords, but also sword momentum, as well as the road to heaven expressed with swords. As soon as "Guanlan" came out, it was like the Yangtze River, and the flood tide was surging, which was really more powerful than the most powerful rainstorm. No matter how you say it, "Guanlan" used to be the swordsmanship of the Shenjian Sect. ”

"Then why do ordinary disciples such as me follow this now? Uncle Ancestor, the disciples are too careful, I just think that if I don't cultivate "Guanlan", will I not be able to gain a foothold in the rivers and lakes in the future?"

"That's ridiculous. The 10,000-person network finally got up and taught: "Teaching "Guanlan" to you, there is only one reason, that is, we, the old guys who are teachers in vain, have discovered a more terrifying swordsmanship, this style of swordsmanship was invented by your senior brother (Wan Jianxin) and the sect master together, and it is said that it is somewhere in the grass behind the Shenjian Gate...... In short, you don't have to ask what the source is, just know that it may be the most powerful swordsmanship that mankind has ever invented. Because we want to study that style of swordsmanship to see if we can develop it into a set of swordsmanship, we don't have extra time and energy, and then we cherish the broom to protect "Guanlan" and prevent her from being obtained by the gangsters. Instead of guarding against this and that, it is better to simply make it public, let all the trustworthy disciples learn, and then let you, the trusted disciples, deal with those who steal skills, this is really not because Guanlan has become less powerful, but because our concept has changed. ”

"Thank you, Uncle Ancestor, the disciple has been taught. Wang Xiliu was apparently persuaded and respectfully retreated. Ten thousand people also covered the door, took a deep breath, and disappeared without a trace.

Originally, he thought that the birth of the White Dragon List only needed Wan Jianxin's participation, the name of the world's number one master, Wan Xiang didn't care at all, and he really knew who the world's number one master was, he didn't think that a White Dragon List certified so-called masters, could come out of thin air with many more realms and make up for the huge gap in hard power, so he thought that Wan Jianxin was willing to appreciate the light and compete for the so-called world's first young master, which was already the greatest respect and sincerity of the righteous paths corresponding to the fake emperor of Tianfu, but what he didn't expect was that Jianzhou Nu'er participated in it and was ready to make the white dragon list that people all over the world flock to, completely become a tool for screening and cultivating slaves, and the last bit of enthusiasm in the hearts of the world's divine cultivators must also be played with between applause. He couldn't bear this.

The reason why I couldn't bear it, I decided to go into battle in person, and I taught Sang Tianliang, Xue Wuxian, and Lei Batian how to behave, how to practice, and how to be a responsible peerless master.

The battle for the White Dragon List is more than ever. It adds to the smell of blood. Ten thousand people are not ten thousand sword hearts, and the sword in his hand has never shown mercy to anyone.

【October 15 of the first year of Heisei, Tongjinkan】

Snow.

This year's winter did not come early, but it was unimaginably cruel. It's only been a few days since the beginning of winter, and a typical city like Yingtianfu, a typical city in the south of the Yangtze River, has already ushered in a terrible low temperature of minus 20 degrees, and it is hard to imagine what kind of indescribable cold is in Perxing City, Feiyan City, Xueyang City, and Panyang City in the north. Icy cold, damp and hard. Even the ice fighters, who had long been accustomed to this kind of cold air, did not dare to stay in the low temperature of minus forty or fifty degrees for a long time. So since the beginning of October, there has been no one on the streets of any city. People's outings almost completely rely on empty cicadas to achieve instant movement from house to house, and occasionally rush out of the door to the nearest door.

Those who are homeless no longer need others to pay attention to their fate, nor do they need any mercy and charity, and they are still outdoors at this time, then it is too late for anything.

The snow on the road was more than three feet thick, and even the mansions with flying eaves and arches had collapsed, and the collapse of the houses meant death, and there was hardly any luck. People who lose their houses don't need others to pay attention to their fate, let alone spend a night in the open air, even if they stay outside for an hour, they will definitely turn into corpses.

On the fifteenth day of October, in the quiet Yingtian Mansion, the holy weapon "White Dragon Bang", which symbolizes the last national fortune of the Seventh Dynasty, is finally about to be born.

Before dawn, the heroes of all parties who lived in the Tongsheng Pavilion and were waiting for the birth of the White Dragon List were called up by many little yellows one after another, neatly lined up in a square array, waiting in the dimly lit hall. Most of the young talents from the struggle for honor, according to the requirements of Xiao Huangmen, honestly knelt on the cold white marble ground, only Du Chuanchang, Yinchen and others, from the area where Yue Huang Zhan was not able to govern, do not need to kneel for the time being, but listen to Xiao Huangmen said that on the day the Tianlong List was officially released, they must also kneel, because at that time, Emperor Yue really became the co-master of the world, justifiable, supreme, anyone who dared to oppose his authority was a rebel.

Silver Dust is noncommittal about this. In fact, he has long lost any concept of imperial power in his heart, no matter how justifiable he is, no matter how he is honored in the Ninth Five-Year Plan, no matter how supreme he is in the world, no matter how supreme dignity he is, no matter how he speaks the law, no matter how he lives and kills, in the eyes of the red queen, he is just a bacterium stored in a petri dish, just an ordinary individual who will be born, old, sick and die in the civilization marked 315. Imperial power is still small in the face of divine power, and even more insignificant in the face of civilization. What millennium national ancestry, what family and one surname, the foundation of eternity, in the scale of the universe, the small is not as good as dust.

In this life, Yinchen will no longer kneel like any imperial power, because no imperial power can force him to do this.

A person like him, who would not kneel, could only stand at the back of the line, and even half of his body was hidden in the darkness, so as not to make the approaching emperor uncomfortable. Yinchen watched these little yellow men of the same age as him busy before and after, not to mention, they were all tired and sweaty, they got up earlier than him, maybe they had to get up in the middle of the night to serve this and that, and the situation was so miserable that there was not much difference from the child labor in the sweatshop. He pressed down Wan Jianxin, who wanted to attack, and obediently and sensibly let them be arranged in a certain corner, and Wang Shenghai, who was kneeling upright, was naturally placed in the most conspicuous position.

Almost at the same time as the rooster crowed, a bright yellow, smelling the precious blanket with the pattern of the dragon on the ground, as if splashing ink, spread down from the door, almost occupying most of the white marble ground, and then, the masters of Ouchi, who obviously had the characteristics of Jianzhou slaves, rushed in and occupied the positions they thought were advantageous. Almost all of them were the whips of the Chosen One, even if they stood there pretending to be statues, they also exuded a condensed momentum, forcing the kneeling people to be even more prostrate, and also showing the standing people the last strength of the Ying Tianfu court.

In the huge hall, after a depressing and boring hour passed, the young Yue Huang stepped on the first ray of morning light, pretending to gait gracefully into the Tongshen Pavilion, followed by three purple-suited python suits, all with cold faces, they were actually people who all the heroes of the rivers and lakes present did not know, not Wang Badan, Ma Debi and Zhen Duoshi, who should have appeared as a matter of course. These three adults give people the impression that they are stupid and stupid to read, and they admit that they are sour scholars, and they look extremely noble, but their thin shoulders do not look like they can bear the heavy responsibilities of the country, even on such an important occasion as the birth of the White Dragon List, they must also show their so-called scholar status, and on the waist of the wide purple python suit, they have to hang a heavy bookbag and a few heavy books that they definitely don't have time to read. You must also deliberately expose a corner of the book, expose half of the title, and rely on the cumbersome characters to show yourself, in fact, there is not much cultural heritage, those innocent books, obviously have been used as decoration by them, hanging on their waists for many days and nights, and the corners are curled.

The eight-character steps taken by these three officials are even more noble and arrogant than the emperor of Yue to find a decent emperor, and they can't wait to ask for the two words of Zhang Yugui, which are deeply engraved on their faces, so that they show that they are pedantic to the point of being almost deformed.

Emperor Yue walked unhurriedly to the platform of the civil structure that Xiaohuangmen had set up in advance, sat down slowly on the dragon chair that had been fixed a long time ago, and pretended to be very satisfied with the group of people kneeling below. At this time, without waiting for the lingering sound of "the emperor has arrived" to dissipate, all the kneeling people headed by Wang Shenhai took the initiative or were forced to shout out the "Long live my emperor, long live, long live", which had long been familiar in their hearts, and among the people standing, Du Chuanchang and Yinchen just gave Emperor Yue a very light fist salute, Wan Jianxin, Li Shengyang and the like, and they didn't even have this etiquette.