When Prime Minister Qing sent out the sword, the west gate standing at the head of the city knew that Shanyue City could not hold it.

Of course, Qing Xiang is not a great sword cultivator, such a white-clothed scholar, even speaking of it, is not a sword cultivator.

He is a drunkard, a scholar, a great demon, and a Taoist, but not a sword cultivator.

It's just that he just happens to have a good sword.

Ximen stood on top of the city with a sword on his back, and sighed when he looked at the sword that fell on this mountain and moon like the light of the polar night, with magnificent colors.

Prime Minister's shot is something that no one has ever thought about.

Simon also grew up listening to the saying that the world of culture is the world.

So he didn't think that Prime Minister Qing would really go crazy to such a point.

Zhuxi stood there with a complicated expression, and Sang Lan, the lord of Shanyue City, looked at the defenders of the city, this was the first batch of troops from the north of the human world to come to help, and it was mobilized from the northwest cities on the other side of Qinghe City.

It was these reinforcements, coupled with the assistance of many small cultivation places between the Liuyun Sword Sect and the Lingnan Sword Sect, that allowed Shanyue to hold on to the fortress for several months.

It's just obvious that after today, it can't hold on.

Sang Lan didn't say anything, turned around and walked down the city.

Ximen and Zhuxi glanced at her and didn't say anything.

In fact, the pressure in the heart of such a worldly female city lord is far greater than theirs.

They still remembered how long this uncultivated woman looked at the southern mountains at the head of the city when they heard that Sang Shanyue, the second peak master of the Lingnan Little Nine Peak Sword Sect, had died in Lingnan.

In the end, the woman didn't say anything, just stuck to the mountain and moon, and was silent like everyone else.

Sang Lan walked for a long time under the city before he stopped, looking back at the West Gate and Zhuxi above the city, these two people from the Heavenly Hell, when the world is peaceful, are often the opposite of the world.

It's just that in the end, the world has to cling to them in order to struggle to find some hope in these stories.

Sang Lan looked at the two of them for a long time, and finally bowed, and said softly: "The matter of Shanyue depends on you. ”

Ximen didn't speak, Zhuxi was already the ruler of the Heavenly Prison of Shanyue City, and he had a deeper friendship with Sang Lan, nodded, and said calmly: "The city lord can organize those people in the city to go north as soon as possible." ”

Sang Lan didn't say anything more, turned around and hurried away.

Of course, the lord of the city can hold the head of the city as a banner until death.

It's just that in such a story, in the face of the offensive of the southern rebels and the Hanging Courtyard, it is obviously a meaningless thing.

Rather than die at the head of the city, it is better to leave here with the world.

That's what's more important.

Sang Lan just left the city.

On top of the huge barrier of the entire Shanyue City, there was an extremely violent tremor.

Simon looked down at the barriers—a sword had been stuck in them, and countless cracks were spreading in all directions along the trail under the sword.

Zhuxi looked at the land in the city, compared to the slowly spreading cracks of the Shanyue Barrier, the streets and alleys in the city, those clean streets and alleys that once exuded a faint light when the Shanyue hung the heart of the sky, but at this moment there were huge cracks that were opening up hideously.

When the Tiangong Division cast such a city of mountains and moon barriers, it was based on such a group of mountains, and under the city, there were many opportunities to operate, and the pressure from above the barrier was transmitted to the many peaks inside and outside the mountain city.

Even if it was Chen Qingshan, when he pulled out the mountain north of the Liuyun Mountain Range, it was just a broken peak that exposed the world, and under such a green mountain, it was connected to the Liuyun Mountain Range, and with the power of the Taoist Six Stacks, it was naturally difficult to shake.

This is also the reason why such a barrier can hold on for so long under many spells.

It's just obvious that the sword of the prime minister has already injured the root of such an underground mountain range, which has caused the barrier to be broken, but the streets and alleys in the city have cracked.

As a scholar under the three swords and three views, Qing Xiang certainly has the ability to break the world.

It's just that the world didn't think that he really dared to fight.

"Hospital... Qing Xiang is really crazy. ”

Ximen watched in amazement at the sword that turned back and fell into a mountain somewhere north of Fengqi Ridge, about to accumulate strength and come again.

This man with a broken knife on his back really never thought that the blood plums that had been in the wind for one thousand and four years had never been in those demon rebellions.

On the contrary, it is the prime minister, such a white-clothed prime minister who should have been guarding Nanyi City.

Between the mountains of Shanyue and the mountains of Fengqiling, among the green mountains that are even lower, but like Pingchuan, there are many figures coming towards Shanyue City.

Like the tide of the flood, waiting for the moment when the embankment of the Great Lake will collapse.

Zhuxi took his gaze back from the city with a solemn expression, and the sudden cracking of the human world plunged the people of Shanyue City into chaos, and it still took a long time for the City Lord's Mansion to organize the evacuation of the world.

It happened too suddenly, and Zhuxi could only hope that those people in the world would be smarter and flee from the city when they saw the crack, instead of waiting for the government to give a definite answer before hurriedly packing his luggage.

Zhuxi turned his head, looked at the mountains outside the mountains with Ximen, was silent for a while, and said softly: "He wants to go crazy, what can he do?" You have entered the Great Dao, and I have also entered the Great Dao, just to put it mildly, in the face of such a big demon in the world, you and I are weak. ”

Zhuxi's words are actually very exquisite, Qing Xiang has many identities, but he didn't say people, only said big demons, after all, Zhuxi was born in Lin Ziguan, such an ancient Daomen that became famous in the era of Hanguguan, probably always a little proud, so he didn't want to admit that such a scholar who was indeed a scholar of Daomen overhaul had some identities, and only the word big demon remained.

Originally, the threat of Qing relative to the south was far less great.

It's just that Cong Blade is dead, and the Liuyun Sword Sect is too busy to take care of itself, so there is really no one who can stop such a college dean.

Simon was silent for a long time, then pulled out his broken knife after slowly pulling himself out.

"It's difficult, but of course it has to be done. No matter how unpleasant the people of hell are, after all, we are on the side of the world. ”

Zhuxi said softly, "Yes." ”

Zhuxi, who only entered the avenue at the age of 50, is only a three-fold road repair.

It is naturally different to cross the avenue of not deceiving the world when you are young and enter the avenue after delaying for half a lifetime in the end.

The gap between the three stacks and the five stacks is also large enough, let alone the Qing Xiang.

It's just that this Taoist still has a lot of sermons circulating around him.

"I think ..... sometimes"

Zhuxi's words paused a little because of the arrival of the second sword, and the power contained in such a clumsy sword was huge.

Then the world trembled.

Just as a young man in Lingnan thought, the city was in a hurry, but no one left here, and all the cultivators and human armor were silently with fear, clenching their weapons, standing on top of the city, guarding the barrier that was about to break through the gap.

Zhuxi paused for a moment, looked back at the long street in the human world where the crack was even more hideous, and said softly: "If the story in Lingnan had not fallen to the world, I had stopped such a white-clothed sword cultivator from telling some news that frightened the demon clan, would the story not come here now?" ”

Simon stood there in silence, perhaps thinking seriously.

There are many factors to the rebellion in the South.

For example, Cong Blade died, such as the rebellion of the prime minister, such as the witch armor coming north.

But speaking of which, perhaps the most critical place at the beginning was that because of the matter of the demon clan, the entire southern garrison was unbalanced, and the north was also plunged into short-term turmoil, which led to a series of things that happened easily.

Ximen thought seriously for a long time, looked at Zhuxi, and said slowly: "Zhang Xiaoyu's things will not break out in Shanyue, but will also break out in Bailu, Hanging Snow, and some places like that. It's unstoppable. ”

Zhuxi sighed and said nothing.

Simon smiled bitterly and said, "In fact, the blame for the affairs of the world may not be mine. ”

After all, the 300,000 Qingjia in Nanyi City was lost in the hands of Ximen.

That is the most important existence in the entire South, among the secular forces.

That army of green armor, which integrates the technique of Daomen and the technique of machine bracketing, is the existence of indirect communication between the cultivation world and people, and it is naturally not comparable to ordinary armor.

Zhuxi sighed and said, "It's the same in everyone, the sword is coming." ”

Ximen looked back at Fengqiling.

Such a blue and red sword, with an irresistible heaven and earth vitality and Dao rhyme, passed through the human world and brazenly nailed to the mountain and moon barrier.

And so it shattered.

So countless sword lights followed.

Shuttling away from the gap without leaving a way out.

......

Yun Hu didn't know how to sit at the bridge of Nanyi City, holding a book that had been reversed, and quietly tilted his head to look at the twilight of the world.

The meaning of today's wind may indeed be too noisy.

The scholar didn't seem to want to think too much, so he lowered his head and quietly looked at the scroll in his hand.

It's just that the books are taken upside down, what can such a scholar read?

Maybe it's just in a daze.

So on such a long street, when there was a very cautious footstep, the scholar raised his head as if frightened.

It was a young man dressed in a yellow sorghum costume.

Yun Hu didn't know how to look at the person with a strange expression, the latter was also hesitantly looking at such a scholar, after a while, he walked over very respectfully, looked at the robe of Mr. Academy on Yun Hu Zhi's body, bowed, and said softly: "I don't know the name of Mr.?" ”

Yun Hu was silent for a while, and said slowly: "Are you a close attendant of the emperor?" ”

The man named Chen Jiu probably didn't expect that the scholar would be able to see his origin at a glance, so he was silent for a while, and said softly: "Yes, the former servant, Chen Jiu." ”

Yun Hu didn't know that he put the book in his hand on the bridge, and then stood up with the guardrail and returned the salute.

"Hanging Courtyard, Yun Hu doesn't know."

When Chen Jiu heard that Yun Hu didn't know this name, he showed a very surprised look.

Of course, he had heard that Yun Hu didn't know such a name, and he also knew that this seemingly young scholar had an extremely transcendent status in the Hanging Courtyard.

And more importantly, Yun Hu didn't know that he was Qingxiang's student.

It was this former close attendant who ran towards the bridge with some joy, and fell to his knees with a plop, but Yun Hu was startled and didn't know what he was going to do.

Chen Jiu prostrated respectfully there, laughing at first, but soon began to sob.

"Please return to Huangliang in the Hanging Temple..... Rescue the yellow sorghum.... between overturns. ”

Yun Hu didn't know how to frown, looked at Chen Jiu and asked a little confused, "What does this mean?" ”

Chen Jiu sobbed and knelt on the side of the bridge, intermittently speaking.

"The White Deer Demon Clan crossed the sea, flowed with the Qiushui Demon Clan, gathered the Southern Demon Clan in Congran's territory, intending to recreate the Demon Country, when the king transferred the witch armor back to Huangliang, and the Jianyuan Sword Cultivation resisted the attack of the Demon Clan, at first it was quite effective, but the goddess disappeared, the power of the witch armor gradually faded, and the cultivation of the Sword Yuan also suffered heavy losses, once Cong Ran was lost, the internal emptiness of the Huangliang was empty, and within a month, it would fall into the hands of the Demon Clan......"

Yun Hu didn't know it, but he also looked at the man in front of him in shock.

The eyes of the world often stay in these rebellions in the south of Huai'an, but they have never thought that those once noisy human demons have not really subsided, but have fallen in the yellow sorghum, and in the quiet, it has developed to the point where the yellow sorghum is in danger.

"Where's the chilling cicada?"

Yun Hu didn't know that he naturally knew the change of the fake capital at the beginning, and such a Liuyun Sword Cultivator ascended to the throne of the King of Chu.

It's just that such a question fell and did not get any response.

Chen Jiu stopped sobbing, knelt there in silence for a long time, and only after a long time did he raise his head and say softly: "The king was poisoned by Zuo Shifu with the water of the River Styx in the Windward Tower. ”

Yun Hu stood there in a daze.

He really never thought that the story of the South would end like this.

A Great Dao Sword Cultivator of the Liuyun Sword Sect was poisoned by the people of Huangliang Zuo Shifu, how to say it, it seems to be an extremely absurd story.

It's just that there is really nothing in the world that is impossible.

The old wine crept down again.

"I also ask the dean and the gentlemen to cross the river and return to the south to save the yellow sorghum."

Yun Hu didn't know how to just stand there silently, looking at the man in front of him for a long time, until a long time, before he said slowly: "This is your choice?" ”

Chen Jiu raised his head blankly, looking at Yun Hu and didn't know what such a sentence meant.

Yun Hu didn't know it, but he didn't have the desire to say more, picked up such a book about the Academy of Mathematics and Science from the bridge, stepped on the top of the stone bridge of the Nanyi River in the twilight, and stood there, looking towards the north of the world.

Twilight may also be like a color of blood.

The scholar looked at it for a long time, and then said calmly: "I can't go back to the Hanging Academy, and the dean can't go back." ”

Chen Jiu's eyes widened and he looked at the scholar in horror.

"What do you mean, sir?"

Yun Hu didn't know how to turn his head and said lightly: "The dean is dead, Chen Jiu." ”

Chen Jiu looked at Yun Hu on the bridge in disbelief.

"When?"

The scholar smiled abruptly and said, "I don't know, maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow." ”

Yun Hu didn't know how to look up at the heavenly dome of the world.

The twist of the story is naturally extremely rapid.

From a young man in green clothes with two swords on his back appeared on the streets of this ancient city.

Everything will fall irretrievably.

The stories of heavenly people are invisible.

But the extension of the story of the heavenly man, when it falls to the earth, is naturally extremely distinct.

Yun Hu didn't know how to look up for a long time, lowered his head, and looked at the extremely shocked Huangliang attendant for a long time.

"Why did Zuo Shifu poison the cicada?"

Chen Jiu was silent for a long time, and said softly: "Because the king wants to return the government to the gale." ”

The scholar nodded thoughtfully, but sighed lightly and said slowly: "It should indeed be like this." ”

In fact, although Huangliang has been used as a thousand-year-old land, such an ancient land will certainly not be weak, at least far better than such a country of wind and snow.

It's just that in the story of Daze Fengqi, they buried too many things outside Nanyi City.

Many spirit witches died, Beiwu Dao went away to Huai'an, and the bones of 800,000 Shuhaiwei fell into Daze with the flow.

Coupled with the incarnation of the goddess, it led to the self-consumption and destruction of Huangliang.

In the end, the Hanging Courtyard was desperate and fell into a collision with Kamigawa.

This led to Huangliang coming to the point where it is now - being forced by the demon clan of the world to approach the realm of extinction.

Chen Jiu stood at the head of such a lonely ancient city with a sad expression, looking around blankly, and after a long time, he said in fear: "Then what should Huangliang do now?" ”

Yun Hu was silent for a long time, and said softly: "Are the people of Jianyuan dead?" ”

Chen Jiu said hesitantly: "Although it is not dead, it has also suffered heavy losses, and it probably won't last long." ”

Yun Hu said calmly: "Then let's wait until Jianyuan's people are dead." ”

Chen Jiu wanted to say something more.

The scholar had already walked slowly along the stone bridge towards the other side of the river.

"It's all Huang Liang's own choice."

Chen Jiu fell silent.

Of course it is.

Not only the Zuo Shi Mansion, but also the Hanging Courtyard.

In other words, such a land, although it has struggled in the story of the goddess, it is undeniable that they are still attached to the blessing of such a goddess who has not left too many stories in the world, so that they can be extremely decisive in the turbulent world.

The story of Huangliang is, of course, the inevitable consequence of all choices.

Chen Jiu finally lost all hope, and when they were first entrusted by the people of the Vacation Capital to come north of Daze to seek help, they did not think of things so pessimistically.

It just turned out that they were probably completely wrong.

"Sir."

Chen Jiu looked up at the scholar who was walking quietly on the other side of the river, and called him softly.

Yun Hu didn't know how to stop and turned his head to look at Chen Jiu.

"If it is like yellow sorghum, it really overturns ......"

Yun Hu said calmly: "It's just a temporary thing, the story of the goddess is over, and Huai'an will cross the Ze at that time." ”

The old wine did not say anything more.

So finally.

It's probably still just a matter of returning power to the wind.