"Seven hundred years ago, God's punishment was imminent, and the world was destroyed. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThe world's first craftsman, Ao Lei, consumed four hundred outstanding craftsmen in the continent to forge swords together, three hundred and sixty elite blood dedicated to the sword furnace, and four hundred and twenty-one people, including Ao Lei himself, opened the sword for the divine sword, and the divine sword and the divine spear cut out of the air to resist the divine punishment with the nine heroes. ”

The bard foamed at the mouth of the teahouse.

"An incomparably sharp sword,

O valiant heroes,

O countless loyal souls that wander in the air,

is also fighting for the fate of the dusty continent.

Even if blood is shed all over the earth,

Even if the pain goes deep into the bone marrow,

will never give up,

Doesn't bow down to fate with a high head

......”

Thousands of years of immortal legends, even today, still listen to people's blood boiling, the restaurant is constantly applauding.

The bard spoke even more wildly, and the crowd listened with fascination.

"What about god-killing and god-sealing?" a young man's voice rang out.

Everyone in the restaurant looked for prestige, only to see a young man in gray lying on the railing of the teahouse. He was about thirteen or fourteen years old, his clothes were patched but very clean, a few strands of long hair crossed his eyelids, and his face was a little delicate.

The corners of his mouth pursed into an arc, and he asked again: "What about the world-shaking divine soldier who killed gods and sealed gods?"

"Well...... What's this...... It's hard to say, it's hard to say. On the stage, the bard folded his hands behind his back, measured his steps, shook his head and said, "Don't say it, don't say it." ”

The crowd was fascinated by his story, and they took out their money bags and threw copper coins in front of the bard.

The bard's eyes lit up, and he slowly put the copper coin in his pocket before sighing: "Since you ...... Everyone is so earnest, I will reluctantly say it, if you say anything wrong, please forgive me!"

Everyone collected their distracting thoughts and listened intently to the bard's slow words: "In the battle of the gods, the various races on the continent have suffered countless casualties, and the power of the gods to destroy the world is simply not something that human flesh and blood can compete with, and the defense line composed of the human army and the nine heroes is also about to collapse, and the divine punishment is coming, and the world will be destroyed, it is the catastrophe of the end!"

The whole teahouse fell silent, everyone gasped, and the bard looked at the surprised expressions of the crowd around him and was satisfied with the atmosphere he had created. He paused and continued: "At this time of crisis, Ao Lei, the number one swordsmith in the Dust Sealing Continent, gathered all the famous swordsmiths in the dust, and spent three hundred and sixty elite essence blood to sacrifice the sword furnace, and four hundred and twenty-one including Ole's own blood to open the sword for the divine sword. The soul condenses the moon, the god becomes a crystal gall, the sword of killing the gods and the spear of the gods come out of the air, turning the tide, the battle is extremely bleak, eight of the nine heroes have gone, and the divine punishment has not come in the end. ”

"And the godslayer and the gods have also disappeared, and after this battle, the originally fertile Woma Plain has become a forbidden area in the west of the continent - the cursed land. There are swamps, poisonous gases, monsters are rampant, people, they can't survive there at all, and since then, in order to show respect for the Nine Heroes and Ore, each country's capital has their statues for people to worship. ”

When everyone heard this, they sighed and sighed.

"Good!" said Nalan Xingtian was the first to stand up.

The crowd of onlookers applauded: "One more time!"

The bard looked at the enthusiastic audience under the lookout with some hesitation. He coughed, cleared his throat, and said, "Okay then! Then I'll tell you the story of Yan Yuntian, the head of the Nine Heroes, please be quiet." ”

The noisy teahouse was quiet again.

"Yan Yuntian, born 32 years before the dusty Gregorian calendar, died in the first year of the dusty Gregorian calendar. At the age of 32, he was born in a small village called Aiwa on the border of Cincinnati, it is said that on the night of his birth, thunder and lightning flashed, the wind started, born with vision, after the birth of this son, at the age of one can learn to speak and walk, seven or eight years old can dance with a gun and stick, he is gifted and intelligent, since he was a child in the village to learn literature and martial arts, at the age of nine, asking questions often make it difficult for the most learned pastor in the village. ”

However, when he was ten years old, the small village was infected by an epidemic of plague, and everyone in the village died under the plague, and Xiao Yan Yuntian did not know where to go. ”

"Ten years later, the dusty continent is in turmoil, the rise and fall of heaven, the rotation of countries and tribes, watching natural disasters and watching the rise and fall of dynasties, and the dusty continent is constantly disputed, and Cincinnati at that time was just a small country in the middle of the dusty continent's powers, surviving and precarious, Cincinnati began to recruit troops in order to preserve the dignity of its own people and nation, and at this time a soldier named Yan Yuntian in his early twenties stepped onto the big stage of history. ”

"Yan Yuntian relied on his superb martial arts, extraordinary cleverness, and clear intelligence in his military career, honed himself in countless battles of blood and fire, and climbed to the position of President Marshal of Cincinnati. ”

"Yan Yuntian, with his superb diplomatic skills and strong personal charisma, made Cincinnati's army unified. He connected Qiao Dian in the east, expanded the territory in the west, leveled Kou in the south, and set Weishui in the north, and the eight-year beacon war barely had the prototype of today's Cincinnati territory. ”

"And at this moment, a greater catastrophe is coming, the end of the divine punishment, the divine punishment to the destruction of the world, the dust of the people of all countries is panicked, up to the dynasty, down to the field, above the temple, the emperor and ministers have no intention of political affairs, all day long drinking and having fun, living in a drowsy, under the temple, thousands of acres of fertile land, abandoned each other, the fields are barren, people's hearts are floating, the mob riots are continuous, the remnants are all over the wilderness, thousands of miles of wolves, is it possible that the dust of this continent will be ruined here?"

"In this apocalyptic moment, a hero abandoned the presidency of Cincinnati, he abandoned the position that ordinary people could not reach in their lifetime, he abandoned fame and fortune, he abandoned wealth, he abandoned everything that was glorious and rich, he raised his arms and shouted, capable people, gather under his command, he said: 'If you want to protect the entire dusty continent and protect your most important people from divine punishment, then let us fight together, preserve our dignity with blood and death, and let the so-called gods determine.'" ”

More and more people gathered under his command, and the nine most powerful of them stood out, they were the Nine Heroes sung through the ages, Yan Yuntian naturally became the Nine Heroes, maybe his martial arts skills are not the strongest, maybe his identity is not the highest, maybe his ability is not the most comprehensive, but he deserves to be the head of the Nine Heroes. ”

"The battle of the gods began, and Yan Yuntian and his companions eliminated the divine punishment at the cost of their lives, in exchange for the peace of the world, and in exchange for the continuation of all life in the dusty continent. ”

The more the bard spoke, the more excited he became, his face no longer had that kind of philistine aura, he suddenly raised his voice and roared loudly: "You say, such a person, such a Yan Yuntian, is it a well-deserved hero, is it a dignified man?"

"Yes!"

"yes!"

"This man is a great hero. ”

"History has become a picture scroll, depicted as a series of singing and weeping stories, crumpled in the thick pile of history books. The legend has become eternal, and it has been covered with a layer of wonder and dreaminess under the pen of a famous writer with dreams. The eternal wind of time and space sings the immortal legend, and then, our heroes, forever immortal. ”

"Well said, our heroes, immortal forever. Nalan Xingtian echoed loudly.

"yes, toast to the immortality of the hero. A drinker raised his glass.

"Cheers. The crowd raised their glasses and cheered.

The voices of the audience rose higher and higher, flooding the entire restaurant.

"Good, good story, one more story!" the copper coins were tossed in front of the bard, and the enthusiastic shouts of the audience in the restaurant rang out again.

"Well... This one.. Not today. The bard touched his throat: "You see my throat is smoking, but if you still want to hear my stories, then come here tomorrow, tomorrow evening, and I will continue to tell you wonderful stories." ”

The bard put away his bulging money bag, stepped off the stage, and walked out of the teahouse.

"The story of the heroic legend is the same everywhere, and I don't know if the gods in the story are religious imaginations or real existence?" Nalan Xingtian stared at the night sky outside the window of the restaurant, thinking about the gods in the minstrels' stories, thinking secretly.

He stood up and walked out of the restaurant, the sky was already purple, the moon in the sky was hiding behind the clouds, revealing half of his shy face, the stars were brilliant, the stars were intertwined in the clear night sky, and the wide streets were already lit up, as if covered with a faint layer of light and mist.

A gust of wind blew, bringing the chill of late autumn, and the boy unconsciously shrank his body.