Dacang Empire, Jiaozhou.

There is a small town in the south of Jiaozhou, called Shuohe Ancient Town. The town is quiet, and the people living in the town are farmers who make a living from farming and hunting. There is the only tavern in the town, and the tavern has three or two tables and chairs, which looks very simple. At ten o'clock in the afternoon, the shopkeeper leaned against the counter and fell asleep, and the customers in the store did not know that there was a customer.

A middle-aged man entered the tavern, his whole body shrouded in black robes, exuding a dull aura. Looking at the sleeping shopkeeper, the man had no expression on his face, and turned his head to look around the store. In a moment, he lost interest in continuing.

The man walked to the counter, his eyes fixed on the shopkeeper, but he didn't say anything. I saw him stretch out his left hand and knock on the counter. The shopkeeper woke up, opened his eyes and saw this hand, and his heart suddenly felt a little cold. "What kind of hand is this... Why is it so pale as a dead man?" the shopkeeper looked up at the man's face, and saw that he had a lot of beard on his face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and the skin on his face was completely different from that hand. The shopkeeper swallowed lightly before saying, "Guest, do you want to buy wine?" As soon as these words came out, the shopkeeper suddenly felt a little annoyed in his heart, "How can you say that, it should be said that you drink alcohol." ”

The man's eyes were fixed on him, and he withdrew his hand, but he did not speak. The shopkeeper was a little puzzled, and asked again, "Guest, do you want to drink?" he exhaled lightly, and only felt that it was right to say so. Unexpectedly, the man still did not answer, only stared at him with those dark eyes.

The shopkeeper began to feel apprehensive, the man in front of him was dressed in black, and his behavior was so weird, he couldn't help but be surprised. While the shopkeeper was thinking wildly, he saw the man stretch out his hand again. The shopkeeper glared at the hand, couldn't help but swallow again, and stepped back slightly. The man shook his head when he saw that the shopkeeper was so scared, but there was still no expression on his face. There was a teacup on the counter, and there was still a little tea in it. The man dipped his finger in the tea, swiped on the counter, and began to write.

The shopkeeper raised his neck, and saw that the other party was just reaching out to write, and he was immediately relieved, and muttered: "It turned out to be a mute, no wonder it's so weird." I saw the man in black write: "A pot of wine, two dishes of side dishes." After writing, I looked at the store, and the store nodded his head to show that he understood. The man in black turned around, found a chair, and sat down. The shop served the wine first, and then busily went to stir-fry the side dishes. It was just a false alarm before, but the shopkeeper was relieved at the moment, "Poor, I can't speak, it's a lot less interesting to live." ”

The man in black sat alone in the tavern, his long sword pinned to his waist, and his right hand, which never seemed to leave the hilt, was still held tightly. It wasn't until the shop came up with a small dish that he let go of his right hand and picked up the chopsticks. The shopkeeper glanced at it, and the right hand was as pale as the left, and it didn't seem to have the slightest strength. "This person is carrying a weapon, he must be a martial artist, but those hands have no strength at all, how can he afford to hold a weapon? Well, yes, he is a mute, and he is afraid that he will often be bullied, so he thought of this method to scare people. Oh, that's pathetic. The shopkeeper put his hands on the counter and sighed to himself.

The store has a kind heart, the townspeople are simple, and there are not a few people who are also kind.

Two or three miles northeast of the town, there is a farmstead. There are four or five wooden houses in the farm, which is relatively large in the whole town. Several pear trees are planted in Zhuangzi, and pear trees can be found everywhere in the Jiaozhou area. Next to a small pond, a few verdant willow trees hang their branches, reflected in the lake. "Hee-hee

"Don't make a fuss, uncle, my aunt is coming back soon. A loud voice rang out, and the children stopped playing, and ran towards the gate of the village. A middle-aged peasant couple entered the Zhuangzi, "Uncle, Uncle!" More than a dozen children shouted one after another, their voices full of immaturity and dependence. Seeing the children, the tired faces of the two also smiled.

The two lived on the farm for half their lives. At first, the two were just ordinary farmers in the town, middle-aged, childless, and often felt that the lack of life was too dull.

About four or five years ago, a man in black entered the farm and talked with the couple for a long time, and after the man left, the couple had a smile on their faces. In the days that followed, the men kept bringing in children, the oldest of whom was seven or eight years old, and the youngest of whom was only three or four years old. When the children were brought in, they were in rags, most of them orphans who had lost their parents, the couple suspected.

The children have been living here ever since. The couple went out to work during the day and took care of the children in the village at night. The addition of these children in Zhuangzi adds a lot of vitality. The man in black left a lot of silver taels and asked the farmer to invite the villagers from the town to build a few more wooden houses in the village for the children to live in. The number of children has grown, and now there are twelve or thirteen, and several wooden houses have become crowded. The farmer planned to build another house when the man in black brought the child again.

The sun sets in the west, and the sunset turns from golden yellow to gray, and then to pitch black.

Night is coming.

"Ah Zhen, have you collected the clothes hanging outside, looking at this day, it may rain at night!" the middle-aged man's voice came from inside the house. The woman answered outside and went to take care of herself.

In the room, more than a dozen children gathered to listen to a middle-aged man tell a story. The man didn't know a few big words, and the stories he told his children were all stories he heard from his elders when he was a child.

In fact, the stories under the world are exactly like this, not necessarily many, just passed down from generation to generation. Today is the story of the hunter and the wolf, the children listened to it with relish, and the middle-aged man also enjoyed the moment, and the tone became more vivid.

"Boom....click...", a thunderclap resounded across the earth, and a bolt of lightning streaked across the dark night sky, like a giant dragon soaring, flashing with bits of light. When the middle-aged man saw this, he asked the children to gather around and sit on the ground, and the men tried their best to tell the story better, and after a while, the children were attracted by the story, and they were no longer afraid of thunder.

Torrential rain fell from the roof and hit the stone slabs. The night was far from peaceful.

The man in black walked alone on the streets of the town, and on both sides of the street, there was nothing to see but the towering hedges and the closed doors.

The last light went out, and the town seemed to be swallowed by a giant beast, plunged into endless darkness.

The rain hit the man, splashing and soaking wet, his hair sticking to his cheeks. "Smack!" There was a slight sound, like the sound of something falling to the ground, but it was almost impossible to hear in the rainstorm. The man in black stopped, stretched out his hand to probe his face, bowed his head slightly, and stood for a moment. His mouth was slightly open, and if he had normal hearing, he would surely be able to hear his own sighs.

He was out of town, and neither the darkness nor the rain seemed to stop him. His pace was not fast, but it was firm, and he headed straight for the farm outside the town. Another flash of lightning flashed, and his figure stopped at the door of the farmstead, and the steps he had taken slowly retracted. With his right arm hanging down, he stood motionless at the door of the farmstead.

Time passed, the torrential rain did not stop, and a gust of wind blew, blowing his robes and bringing a splash of water to the dance. In the darkness, a little light suddenly appeared, and a thin sword struck, stabbing straight into the back of the man in black. A dark shadow, fast as a ghost, approached the man in the darkness.

"Wow!" the man Huo turned around, and the long sword was already out of its sheath, and it struck straight towards the thin sword. The weapons intersected, making a sound of gold and iron, and in a blink of an eye, they were suppressed by the sound of rain. The sword struck no avail, and the shadow took the opportunity to flash into the darkness again.

The man in black stood there silently, like a king, bursting with a strong momentum. His mind had long since let go, catching any trace. However, the other party is obviously extremely good at concealing and not revealing his tracks. Suddenly, the man in black swung his robe, and the long sword stabbed straight out to the right, and his figure also swept out, which was also extremely fast. Another sound of weapons intersecting was heard, followed by several sounds, which drowned out the sound of rain.

The two fought in the dark, and in the blink of an eye, they had made dozens of moves. "Bang!" During the intermission, the two of them palmed each other, and the two figures separated, each retreating a few steps before steady.

This time, it turned out to be equal.

At this time, the thin sword in the black shadow's hand had already burst out with extremely strong light, shaking in the darkness. The man in black looked down at the long sword in his hand, and then raised his head to stare at the black shadow a foot away. His gaze froze, the long sword was raised flat, and the pitch-black long sword, which was almost invisible in the darkness, suddenly burst out with black and red light. As soon as the black and red light came out, it seemed to trigger the celestial phenomena, and a dense roar suddenly sounded in the sky, and a sword roar that resounded through the heavens and the earth sounded. The voice seems to be a king to show the world, and the momentum is so strong that it is incompetitive.

Compared with the light of the thin sword, it is really like a firefly compared to the bright moon.

With this momentum, the man struck out with a sword, and instantly arrived in front of the black shadow. The black and red light instantly shone out the light emitted by the rapier, and under the pair of fearful gazes of the master of the rapier, it pierced straight into his chest.

The rapier is broken, and the man is dead.

The man in black stood with a trembling body, his chest couldn't help but rise and fall, looking at the long sword in his hand that had regained its calm, his eyes flashed with an inexplicable sad look.

The celestial phenomena triggered by the pitch-black sword, although it was at night, were still discovered by countless forces.

Sui Shanhe stood silently in front of the Kunwu Palace, looking at the black clouds rolling in the sky. Several figures swept over one after another, and it was the master of the Kunwu Palace.

"Senior Brother Zhang, looking at this momentum, could it be that another divine soldier has been born?" Several people frowned, if it was said that the birth of Qingluo Sword brought them excitement, then the aura of the divine sword that appeared again at this moment brought them only heaviness.

Sui Shanhe's heart was heavy, he hummed in a low voice, and said: "It is very likely that a divine soldier was born, or it may be a very strong treasure in the world... Hey, the rain is coming!" he looked up at the sky. is as strong as him, and he can't help but take a deep breath in his heart.

"Senior Brother Yin, you go and investigate it yourself, if it's possible..."Sui Shanhe paused and said firmly: "If it's possible, you must get it." Several hall masters looked at Sui Shanhe with firm expressions, as if they had made a lot of determination. Everyone nodded slightly, Yin Banchen answered, and left.

He was originally the Lord of the Star Palace, and he had already been a saint-level cultivator, and everyone was relieved to have him go in person.

Within a few days, the news of the birth of another divine soldier spread. This time, not only in the territory of the Great Cang Empire, but also in the federal kingdoms bordering it, the various forces have also received news.

"Master, master, another divine soldier has been born, it is rumored that it is in Shuohe Ancient Town in the south of Jiaozuo, what should we do?" In a sect, a disciple's eyes lit up and he bowed in front of a middle-aged man, "Well, apprentice, get ready, let's go to Shuohe Ancient Town." The middle-aged man's tone was excited.

In another manor, "Big brother, the divine soldier was born, and it is in Shuohe Ancient Town, let's go quickly." ”

In the main hall of a gang, "Brothers, I have already found out that the celestial phenomenon that appeared a few days ago is the birth of a divine soldier. If my Qingniu Gang gets the Divine Sword, who will be afraid of coming? When the time comes, it will be proud of the world, and it will be just around the corner! Brothers, hurry down and prepare, and we will immediately set off for Shuohe Ancient Town. A big, bearded man yelled.

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"Interesting, there is another magic weapon. The young man in white rode his horse on the official road, his face was full of smiles, he just smiled and smiled, and his brows furrowed again, "Why have two divine weapons come out, but none of them have come to me... Even if it doesn't reach me, it's good to show me. He looked in the direction and headed straight for the ancient town.

Everyone from far and near rushed to the direction of the ancient town.

It is said that Zhou Mengxuan and Wu Yu rode horses and investigated all the way in Jiaozhou. "Senior Sister Mengxuan, if we are looking for a needle in a haystack, where can we find clues. "Wu Yu's breath is restrained, and his skills can be described as a thousand miles a day.

Zhou Mengxuan frowned, she didn't have an idea in her heart, so she just looked for it randomly. It's just that she has a cold temperament, but her patience is much better than Wu Yu. Seeing Wu Yu complaining, she said lightly: "If you don't want to go, just go back." With that, he rode away on his own.

Wu Yu was willing to leave the beauty, and immediately chased after her, saying, "Senior sister, don't be angry, I'm just complaining and complaining." Looking at Zhou Mengxuan's expression, Wu Yu said again: "There is a divine soldier born in the south, why don't we go and see it first, anyway, we can't find the slightest clue for a while, maybe we can find it there!" Wu Yu's eyes flashed.

Zhou Mengxuan heard this, thought about it, and nodded. Wu Yu was overjoyed, and the two of them also came to the ancient town.

The small old town, a few days ago, was extremely quiet. But in the past few days, it has become noisy. Wave after wave of high-headed horses appeared in the town, brocade-clothed warriors, and the farmers in the town could be said to have never seen such a battle in their lives.

In the tavern, the tables were already full, and it was extremely crowded. The shopkeeper greeted him by himself, but he was too busy. Outside the tavern, under a few pear trees, many warriors sat on the ground, and the wine of the store was almost sold out, and they were not satisfied one by one.

"Big brother, this is such a small town, we have searched all over the front and back, where can we see any divine soldiers?" a man complained. "Brother, don't worry, let's look slowly. Another man took a sip of wine and replied.

"You, all stand here for me, stand up for me. "In an open field, many people are gathered together, and it is the Qingniu Gang. The townspeople were brought here by the fierce and vicious Green Bull Gang to interrogate the news of the gods, but pity these mortals, where do they know, one by one, they are only submissive, for fear of offending these people.

"Hey, I said you're a stupid guy. These people don't practice martial arts, they are mortals, how can they know what a divine soldier is?" A voice broke out from the crowd of onlookers, and the Qingniu Gang looked at it, but they didn't know who was speaking.

"Who is so presumptuous, don't take my Qingniu Gang in his eyes, stand up for me. The big man shouted loudly, and his voice was very loud. However, the voice did not seem to have any deterrent effect, and the crowd erupted in laughter. The Qingniu Gang suddenly felt that their faces were feverish and they lost face. However, there was no shortage of masters present, although the leader of the Qingniu Gang dreamed of dominating the world, but at this moment, he didn't have the courage to offend everyone.

However, he has been in the mix for many years, and his skin has long been thicker, and he cares about interrogating the townspeople, regardless of everyone.

"Master!" Under a pear tree, twenty or thirty people sat cross-legged. These people were dressed in uniform cyan robes, with a thin sword embroidered on their necklines, and they were the people of the Great Sect who had arrived from the northern Rinzhou. "Well, what's going on?" the middle-aged man asked.

"Back to the master, I have checked inside and outside the town, but there is indeed no trace. However, there is a farm outside the town, and a peasant couple with more than a dozen orphans in the village seems a little unusual. The young man replied.

"Oh, take me there. The middle-aged man stood up, and the young man led the way, and a group of twenty or thirty people headed towards the farm outside the town.

"People from the Hercules Sect, where are you going? Brother, let's go, let's take a look. Immediately, many people followed the people of the Dali Sect and came to the farm outside the town.

It was only two or three miles from the town to the farm, and everyone arrived in a short time. Along the way, more and more people caught up, and by this time, hundreds of people had followed.

Everyone in the Mighty Sect looked at it coldly.

"Master, these people are really shameless. A disciple frowned and said.

"Heh... Then what can you do, can't you kill them all?" the middle-aged man snorted coldly, his face was not good-looking, "Okay, regardless of them, let's take a look at Zhuangzi first." ”

The group entered Zhuangzi, which was not big, where could it accommodate so many people. Outside the wooden house, a dozen or so children leaned together, standing closely behind a peasant couple. The children's eyes looked at the strangers who had broken in with weapons, and they were terrified. The people of the Dali Sect came early, and they checked the Zhuangzi inside and out, but they still didn't see the slightest clue.

It would be strange to say that these people are like headless flies, and to find them like this.

When the search was fruitless, they turned their attention to the couple and began to interrogate.

"Say, how can there be so many children in the Zhuangzi, how can you support them with just the two of you working?" the middle-aged man asked in a cold voice, which was also where everyone wondered.

Where had the couple seen such a big scene, and both of them were honest rural farmers, and they were already extremely scared in their hearts. Seeing that the other party asked, he said 1510. Only then did everyone know that there was a mysterious person behind it. For a moment, this mysterious man became the focus.

The man of the Great Sect frowned deeper and deeper, he already regretted it in his heart, and he should not ask in public. But at this moment, he was no longer allowed to think about anything else, and then asked, "What does this person look like?"

The farmer replied again and again: "About thirty years old, seven feet tall, a little thin, and a beard... Well, that's what he is. And when they heard this, they frowned, and according to this description, there were more people who looked like this, and how to find them. Someone asked, "Is there anything special about him?"

"It's special, it's nothing special," the farmer muttered. Everyone who looked up and saw him were staring at him, he was really scared in his heart, his face showed anxiety, and he suddenly opened his mouth and said: "Oh, I remember, he is always dressed in black, and besides, he can't speak, he is a mute..."

"Ahh The farmer nodded again and again, and said busily: "Yes, he is a mute. ”

"Do you know where he is?" asked another, and the farmer didn't even know how to answer.

"Then when will he come here?" the Hercules man asked again.

"Ahh I don't know, sometimes he comes once every six months, sometimes once a month or two, the time is uncertain. The farmer's voice was a little panicked, but not because he was lying, but because he was so scared that he couldn't control himself.

"Well, let me ask you, when was the last time he came?" the man of the Mighty Sect asked softly when he saw that the farmer was so frightened, his tone slowed down a little.

The farmer looked at him and replied, "He hasn't been here for a long time, and the last time he came was about four or five months ago." ”

"Four or five months ago? The Hercules man pondered to himself.

"The divine soldier only appeared a few days ago, and it seems that it has nothing to do with him, so it's hard to find now. "In fact, most of the people present were self-aware, knowing that they could not get the divine soldiers, so they came not far away, just to see the excitement.

But there is greed in human nature, and no one who has a little luck mentality always hopes for miracles. Just like the leader of the Green Bull Gang, with a divine soldier in hand, I have a dream in the world.

"It seems that this trip was in vain. The warriors sighed and withdrew from the farm.