Almost everyone thinks that the emergence of the four sects was during these five years, but it is not entirely true. Because it was the time of the medicine hall, the academy, and the money bank.

The Zhao State Military Camp was established four years ago.

It's not that Zhao didn't have an army, it's just that the three kingdoms of Zhao, Wei and Han appeared late, and the formation of the army was not early. But there is still an army, and the four years mentioned here are the four years that Li Mu called the general in the military camp.

What about four years away, five years ago?

Five years ago, Li Mu was Li Mu, not a general, at most he could only be regarded as a small soldier. And there was no such thing as barracks recruitment at that time. Joining the army is nothing more than holding the reputation of protecting the family and defending the country, opening up the territory and expanding the territory.

Ren Fenglai can be regarded as a genius in the Twelve Dynasties, because he began to cultivate the Tao at the age of more than two years and became a master of the Xiangyuan period in ten years. I'm afraid that the younger generation is unmatched except for the blood coral, which is also the Twelve Dynasty Yuan.

But few people really remember Li Mu's terrible. Because he went from not practicing to the Twelve Dynasty, it only took him five years. That's right, it was in the past five years, and it was also the realm of his auspicious Yuan period that he became the first person in Zhao State, overshadowed Lian Po's strength, and became the leader of Zhao State's military camp.

And the reason why Li Muhui became the Twelfth Dynasty Yuan and became a general was entirely because of that crusade, a unilateral and inhumane crusade......

The war in the Seven Kingdoms caused the people to live in poverty, many people were homeless, they had less and less to eat, many people were exiled, and many people died of starvation. And during this period, there is a mountain that can be counted as a paradise.

There, it's called Mt. Baigu.

When the mountain did not have a name, it was inhabited by people, and the people there were very kind, they lived by hunting, they raised their children, although they knew the wars in the world, they still did not want to participate, and the joy of the family was better than anything else.

So, they are happy.

However, the war continued, more and more people were displaced, and more and more people fled to this mountain. The original inhabitants of the mountains were very kind, so they did not drive away these people, but left them behind and gave them food, and these people were also grateful and helped them hunt together.

They're still happy.

But there are fewer and fewer animals in the mountains, after all, the number of people is increasing, and the number of wild animals is decreasing. When the well-meaning village chief saw the increasingly desolate mountain, he had a new idea, and he named it Baigu Mountain, calling on people to plant crops and work in exchange for food, and the rest of the food was also reduced and distributed.

There is nothing wrong with this, neither the original people on the mountain nor those who stayed on the mountain later, they all deal with future crises with gratitude.

The youngest son of the village chief even picked up a sickle and went to cut grass and plant crops with the adults.

In this way, the machete used for hunting at the village chief's house became a little lonely, but there was nothing wrong with this, it was nothing more than being hungry for a while, and when the crops were ripe in autumn and the harvest was harvested, he could still eat enough.

However, hunger is still with them, but they have been optimistic to deal with it.

Finally, a summer rainstorm was approaching, and the people who planted the crops gradually walked home, and the black clouds pressed against the sky, and between the two clouds there was a friction of lightning, and with a bang, it slashed into the woods on the mountain.

The woods were not connected, and the fire was extinguished by the rain before it turned into a sea.

The weather after the rain was exceptionally good, and the village chief wanted to go out to see the fields, but he seemed to feel that something was missing, but he just couldn't remember.

He walked towards the fields cultivated in the mountains, and the more he walked, the more he could smell a fragrance, very, very fragrant.

More precisely, it smells of meat. It could have been lightning striking the woods, and when the woods burned, some of the beasts were burned to death, and then roasted into cooked meat.

The village chief, who had been hungry for a long time, finally couldn't help but eat the burnt meat that couldn't be distinguished.

The meat was delicious, sweet, and he had eaten a lot of it after a long time of hunger, until he touched something - a charred black sickle.

The scythe was so familiar, how could he not know that it was the one he had made himself and given to his youngest son.

The village chief went crazy in an instant, and he seemed to feel something rolling in his belly, something moving.

And then, the kind man went completely crazy - the kind man went completely crazy.

He took the sickle and sat there dumbfounded, not crying, not making a fuss.

Later, the people who went up the mountain did not know what happened to the village chief, so they stepped forward to ask, but who knows, he cut off the head of the person who came with a sickle. Everyone wanted to run, but they didn't know where the strength came from, so he cut down one after another, and on the top of the mountain, for a while, someone's head actually rolled down.

And it was not over, he ran to the houses down the hill, and chopped them down one by one, and he was mad, and he thought that these people deserved to die, and that perhaps without them, he would not have cultivated the wasteland, nor would he be hungry, and he would not have let his younger son follow them to hoe.

He kills people with demons, cuts people with demons, and if he is hungry, he eats people with demons. Finally, he fell into the devil!

That's right, he didn't practice the exercises of Haotian or Xuantian, he just entered the Tao by himself, cultivated the Dao, and his body spit out the vitality of heaven and earth little by little, and he vomited only a little, and he ate it all.

In this way, Baigu Mountain did not grow rice, it was all dead corpses, and the dead corpses that he ate all were left with white bones, and this mountain became a mountain of white bones.

And he, with a black sickle on his back, sat alone on the top of the mountain, waiting for people, killing people, eating people.

The White Bone Mountain is in the territory of the Zhao State, and it is naturally the Zhao State army to conquer this demon, so the King of Zhao sent an army to encircle and suppress and kill.

But the opponent is only him.

Li Mu is also among them, but he is not the first, and of course, he is not the last. However, he is the luckiest one.

The devil was very strong, and he would kill one soldier when he came, and he would kill two when he came, and if he was hungry, he would eat the corpses. If you are tired, no one will come up and sleep, and if someone comes up, you will continue to be tired and killed.

Everyone knows that this is a protracted war, a war of attrition, and victory will eventually belong to the soldiers of Zhao State. But as long as they go up, they will become dead, and when they can't see the day of victory, who wants to fight to die?

It was because of this negative sentiment that 3,000 of the 10,000 troops were killed in seven days, 2,000 of them escaped, and the 5,000 who remained were also panicked.

It may be a little evil to achieve ten thousand bones in one success, but if you don't count it carefully, three thousand and ten thousand are the same in a sense.

Zhao Jun had no choice but to give a military order on the battlefield, and those who retreated were killed.

In the face of the "persecution" of their own people, one after another soldiers who were afraid of death cried and shouted to death, no one wanted to be next, but no one knew who was the last.

The old man, or the devil, seemed to be tireless, or he was too tired, and every dead man after him seemed to be in the habit of killing people, like crushing an ant to death.

And there are even more white bones on the White Bone Mountain, and the old man himself can't find the original corpse, where is the youngest son who was eaten by himself.

One after the other died, and one went up one after the other. And Li Mu is also among them.

Finally, the strong man in front of Li Mu died after a roar, after fighting desperately, and after the big knife fell to the ground.

The old man was exhausted, but Li Mu felt that he could still kill himself.

Therefore, Li Mu at that time did something that ordinary people may do:

Crying to take out and pee your pants.

The Adversary didn't relent, because many people had been like this before. But he was just too tired, and with a wave of the sickle, he didn't kill Li Mu. This is not a protagonist aura, because the second slash of the demon will inevitably kill Li Mu.

Li Mu was frightened, lost the last courage of the soldiers, sat on the ground, and made the last ridiculous desperate blow in the face of the arrival of the black shadow.

The hard object hits the hard object, and with a bang, the black scythe is knocked back, and it does not fly away, but it is knocked back.

And what struck him back was a knife, a knife that was originally rusty, but the rust had faded because of this impact, a white knife.

The black sickle in the devil's hand was given to his younger son, and the white knife in Li Mu's hand was left to him by his younger son.

That's right, the same hunting knife in the first place.

Creation makes people, the old devil is suddenly in a trance, Xu is tired, Xu is tired, his hand holding the sickle is gradually loosened.

Li Mu saw the abnormality of the devil, so he slowly stood up in order to live, he mustered up the courage to roar, and the hand holding the knife gradually tightened.

The moment the sickle left his hand, Li Mu's knife stabbed into the devil's chest.

Many people think that this story is a relief for the village chief, but only Li Mu, who has experienced all this, knows that even in the moment before death, the old devil still has no relief, he used his last strength, pulled Li Mu's armor and said sadly: "Save me, don't kill me, please save me......"

And just like that, he died.

And just like that, he won.

After the invasion of the Huns, he took his soldiers to chase and kill, killing one after another, no different from the old village chief, the ghost sickle was gradually forgotten, but the white Buddha knife entered the list of 100 weapons.

In the next four years, Li Mu gradually showed his strength and gradually improved, and finally, everyone knew that he entered the auspicious yuan period and became one of the twelve dynasties, but few people knew that in fact, as early as the battle on the white bones, he already had a sign of promotion, and it was more likely to be a bad omen, because it was a demon.

He was cultivating Haotian, not the Demon Dao! He had been reminding himself all the time, so except for him, no one could let the Buddha knife come out of its sheath, let alone let the Buddha knife come out of its sheath for the sake of the ghost sickle.

Except for Chu Jingyi.

The story is over here, Li Mu didn't want to use the knife, but he didn't dare to use it.

Because that knife has too many secrets for him. He didn't tell Chu Jingyi these secrets, he just talked about the ending on the bones.

"The Buddha knife can't be unsheathed by anyone but me, if he doesn't want to die. Li Mu said seriously.

"But what if it's out of the sheath?" Chu Fei asked seriously.

"If that's the case, if you don't want to die so badly, just kill yourself. Li Mu said with a smile.

What that laugh represented, Chu Fei didn't understand, whether it was a mockery or a joke, he couldn't tell the difference.

Instead, Li Mu suddenly asked: "That's all the story of the ghost sickle and the Buddha sword, what do you think, is it exciting?"

Chu Fei didn't answer whether it was wonderful or not, because his vision of this matter was different from ordinary people, he didn't think that Li Mu was the protagonist, and naturally he didn't think it was a victory.

He had seen the old man in his dreams, and he had seen the child under the corpse like a mountain, so it was a bleak story.

It took a long time for him to make his own assessment of this story:

Heaven and earth are unkind to all things as dogs, God, it turns out that he is really blind!