A small city of Geshu has nothing to do with the Goshu Empire thousands of years ago, but it is just a later generation of residents who inadvertently left the same name.

Who would have thought that there would be a catastrophe for no reason, and only this lonely young man was left in the city where tens of thousands of people lived.

Could it be that the name of Geshu is the embodiment of calamity, and is the destruction of this small city also related to the natural disaster thousands of years ago......

Looking at the tombstone he erected for Granny Bian and the villagers, Bian Qing was at a loss in his heart.

Where is he going next? What kind of life path is he going to pursue? No one can answer for him, and no one can answer the cry of his heart.

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Walking through the originally bustling streets, between the ruins and ruins, although it was late autumn and the weather was getting colder, the corpses in the city began to smell.

Bian Qing frowned, but finally decided to do his best to bury these residents.

In the face of these thousands of horrific corpses, Bian Qing did not feel fear, but instead felt a strong anger in the depths of his heart.

Who is so vicious and cruel to deal with these ordinary people? One day, he will find the murderer and seek justice for his relatives in the city.

After all, Bian Qing was young and frail, and cleaning up the ashes of those slums had exhausted him.

Now in the face of these corpses, he can only try his best to place them properly, and hastily cover up the shelter that he can find at will.

When he was hungry, Bian Qing looked for some discarded food to satisfy his hunger, and when he was thirsty, he went to the well to drink some well water.

Bian Qing buried while walking, but fortunately, he had the support of innate vitality in his body, so he did not fall tired because of this.

Even so, it took him another three days and three nights to finally bury the thousands of corpses in the city.

In the end, even the hundreds of Yuan Beasts that were desperately killed by the soldiers and family warriors in the city, Bian Qing was buried in Geshu City.

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Standing on top of the collapsed and broken city tower, Bian Qing looked back at the city, and the ruined city of Geshu was full of lonely graves and graves, flowing everywhere with a sense of desolation and desolation.

Bian Qing tightened his tattered samurai shirt with little covering. The clothes on her body were torn, but they were sewn by Granny Bian, and Bian Qing couldn't bear to throw them away.

Preparing to embark on an uncertain journey, Bian Qing pulls out a pair of tough mocskin boots in a collapsed grocery store and puts them on for himself, because he has a long way to go.

I went to a few restaurants and picked out some edible dried meat and other things.

Finally, with a small package carefully prepared on his back, Bian Qing was about to leave Geshu City.

Suddenly, a white light shone in the distance. Bian Qing stepped forward, but saw a long sword with a cold light, obliquely inserted into a broken and broken wall hundreds of zhang away, and two quaint small characters were engraved on the hilt of the sword - "Geshu".

"Is this sword the legendary 'Geshu' sword!" Bian Qing's heart fluctuated for a while, and he really didn't know whether it was sad or happy.

This Geshu sword has nothing to do with Emperor Geshu, this is just a Yuan sword that the first generation of the city lord of Geshu City, when establishing Geshu City, specially invited the master of Yuan Weapons to cast it.

Who would have thought that the city of Geshu, which had been completely destroyed, was now left with only a lonely young man.

When the boy was about to leave this dead city, the founding sword of this city seemed to be psychic and stood in front of the boy inexplicably.

The "Geshu" sword, a three-grade high-level elemental weapon, has the attributes of water and fire. Although it can't be counted as a peerless treasure, it is also a rare weapon, which is most suitable for Yuan Grandmaster realm martial artists.

The sword is three feet four inches long, and the sword weighs 16 pounds. For Bian Qing, who has no martial arts skills, although it is a little heavy, it is extremely sharp, and it is really a treasure of self-defense in the unknown future of good luck and evil.

Bian Qing drew out the long sword, and the Yuan sword seemed to have a spirit, and let out a long sound of "Zheng", revealing unwillingness. Holding the Geshu sword, Bian Qing searched all around, but did not find the scabbard. I had to go to an armory shop again, find an old scabbard, try it, and it just happened to be usable.

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Bian Qing didn't know that not long after he left Geshu City, several groups of strong people in a row suddenly came to this small city of annihilation.

They all seemed to be looking for something, but they were disappointed and gone.

There was even a legendary powerhouse of the Yuanwu Zun Realm, who also came to the small city, standing in front of the tombstone that Bian Qing erected, and his eyes couldn't help flashing.

The underground passage that Bian Qing covered up naturally couldn't escape this person's divine sense, but this person did not destroy this uninhabited mound, and after a long sigh, this person finally quietly left.

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A few days later, more than two hundred miles northeast of Geshu City, a young man with a delicate face and a thin figure slowly walked along the avenue.

The young man was ragged and unkempt, and looked like a beggar from a distance.

However, if you have a heart, you can find that the young man's bright eyes flashed with an unyielding aura.

This special temperament is actually integrated with a long sword that he tightly tied to his chest with a belt and carried behind him, which is quite a swordsman's atmosphere, which is not to be underestimated.

The young man walked firmly, asking as he went, and whenever he met a merchant or a passerby, he would ask the same question: "Have you ever been to Geshu City? Have you ever seen the survivors who escaped from Geshu City?"

For such a young man with a unique temperament, many people originally had a good impression, or at least sympathy.

However, when people heard that he was from Goshu City, they were still inquiring about the whereabouts of the other people in Goshu City. Suddenly, if these people encountered snakes and scorpions, they either spoke evil words or used excuses to leave, and none of them responded.

The young man is naturally none other than Bian Qing, a young man who has just left Geshu City.

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"How can this be, am I really an ominous person! Even our Goshu City is also an ominous city?!"

Bian Qing was indignant, and the anger in his eyes burned.

In the next few days, no matter what kind of passers-by he encountered, Bian Qingli ignored them, and even lost interest in looking up.

Bian Qing secretly made up his mind that no matter whether he could find the surviving relatives in Geshu City, even with his own strength, one day, he would also rebuild Geshu City, regardless of whether he was auspicious or ominous!

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Unconsciously, Bian Qing was getting farther and farther away from Geshu City.

The weather was getting colder, his clothes were tattered and thin, and food was becoming more and more difficult to find, so in this way, in the midst of hunger and cold, Bian Qing came to the outer edge of the Falling Moon Mountains.

The Falling Moon Mountain Range is the legendary land of the falling moon.

Legend has it that the mountains were transformed by the remnants of the full moon, and although the mountains have regained their vitality after thousands of years, there are still many places that are desolate and dead, and there are no living creatures.

Along the outer edge of the Falling Moon Mountains, there is a rugged mountain road, which is the main artery from south to north.

Although the Tianyuan Continent is heavy on martial arts and light on literature, after all, the powerhouses of the Yuanwu King Realm who can reach the flight of imperial weapons are not in the majority, and the vast majority of Chinese people still can't get rid of their dependence on these paths.

Bian Qing did not take this path to the outside world, and there was a reason for making such a choice.

On both sides of the road, there are either cliffs and dangerous rocks, or the Gobi Desert, and Bian Qing, who relies on the sky for food, is afraid that he will be starved alive on the road before he gets out of the Luoyue Mountains.

In desperation, Bian Qing could only choose to enter the Falling Moon Mountain Range.

Although he knew that there were primordial beasts in the mountains, as long as he was careful and tried to walk along the outer edge of the mountain range, it was certainly more dangerous, but at least he would not worry about food.

The Falling Moon Mountain Range is rich in resources and covers an extremely vast area, and there are hunters who hunt primordial beasts for a living in the mountains from time to time, as well as various medicinal warriors who form groups into the mountains, as well as many hermits who have been in the mountains for many years and many people who mine.

When people saw this young man with an ordinary sword on his back and his clothes in tatters, they all shook their heads and smiled bitterly.

With their high-level Yuan Martial Master Realm, and even the cultivation of the Yuan Grandmaster Realm, they still have to go into the mountain together.

This young beggar is obviously a person who doesn't have any martial arts, so he doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, he should have a problem with his brain, I believe that it won't be long before he will become the belly of the Yuan Beast in the mountains!

Fortunately, along the way, Bian Qing was cautious, only rushing during the day, and immediately chose a relatively safe place to hide before nightfall.

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Within a few days, there was finally no danger.

Approaching the beginning of winter, the birds and beasts in the mountains are hurriedly stockpiling winter energy, and when they are the most fat and stupid, with the sharpness of the "Geshu" sword, Bian Qing is not hungry.

On this day, the wind and clouds suddenly changed, the originally clear sky was covered with dark clouds in an instant, and a moment later, the wind was raging, and when the wind was about to subside, snowflakes of all sizes fell like thumb covers.

The snow was falling heavier and heavier, and in the blink of an eye, the sky and the earth were so white that I couldn't see any roads clearly.

Bian Qing was anxious in the snow, this kind of weather was the first time he had encountered it in his life, and now his whole body was covered with all kinds of animal skins, but it was still difficult to stop the cold of the wind and snow.

Most of these animal skins came from his sword, and some of them were discovered by accident, in order to keep out the cold, Bian Qing couldn't care about any dirty and fishy smell, and simply dealt with it, and wrapped it around his body.

From a distance, Bian Qing looked more and more embarrassed, almost indistinguishable from the savages in the mountains.