The dawn sun shines through the cracks of the mountains in the east, dispelling the night that envelops the world with dreams.

The Warrior Kingdom of the Thirteen Kingdoms of Kyushu has a Martial Prince's Mansion.

Because of the erosion of the years, the appearance of the Wuwang Mansion is no longer as magnificent as it was back then, but in terms of the magnificence of the appearance alone, even the City Lord's Mansion that Wucheng just built three years ago cannot be compared.

Wuwang's Mansion is the residence of the ancestor emperor of Wuguo who was forced to give it to his younger brother.

The reason why it is said that it is forced is because half of the rivers and mountains of Wuguo were brought back by his younger brother. With this achievement, in order not to gossip to outsiders, the ancestor emperor of the Wu Kingdom was forced to take the Wu Kingdom as the name of the country, and at the same time, he also gave his younger brother a martial king who was above 10,000 people under one person, and gave him a mansion comparable to the palace.

Time has passed, the ancestor emperor and the martial king who was nicknamed the second emperor are long gone, after several ups and downs, the Wuwang Mansion, which has been declining for nearly a hundred years, has taken a turn for the better with the prosperity of the current master of the Wuwang Mansion, Wu Xuance, who has nine sons, and even caused the worry of the Wuguo temple now.

On the mountain behind King Wu's mansion, a ray of sunlight shone on the desk in front of the windowsill along the dilapidated window.

The dimly lit room is illuminated by sunlight.

The beds, tables and chairs made of pine wood, the mosquito curtains made of burlap, and the teapot on the table are common on the street today, and from the perspective of furniture, they are no different from ordinary people's rooms.

If it weren't for the fact that the room was wide enough to walk horses and the glazed blue bricks on the floor showed the past glory of the house, no one would have believed that this was in the Wuwang Mansion.

On the desk in front of the windowsill, there is a red-clothed young man sleeping on his stomach at the moment, with a golden red-edged mask on the right half of his face.

The boy's name was Wuling, and he was eighteen years old in a few days. He is the youngest generation in the Martial King's Mansion today, and he is also one of the seventeen grandsons of Martial King Wu Xuance.

For as long as Wuling can remember, their family has lived in the back mountain of Wuwang's Mansion.

As for why he didn't live in the mansion of the Wuwang Mansion cluster with the rest of the palace, the reason for it had to start with his father Wu Sha.

When Wu Sha was young, he was the best candidate for the Wu King of the Martial Mansion, and later left home to go on a long trip, and when he came back, his sword heart was broken, and he became a waste that he couldn't hold a sword, and he was accompanied by wine all day long.

Because of this, Wu Sha lost his identity as the heir of King Wu.

In order not to gossip, the family moved to the back mountain of the palace. Over the years, their family has relied on Jiang Minyue, who is the mother of his wife, to support all big and small things.

On the paper pressed by the young man's arm, three eye-catching characters were written straight with the edge of the pen.

Upside-down hanging mountain.

Speaking of the Inverted Hanging Mountain, among the thirteen countries of Kyushu, anyone with a little experience has heard of it.

It is the tallest mountain in the thirteen kingdoms of Kyushu, and it is said that it is as high as 108,000 zhang, and even geese cannot fly over it, and it is said that "it takes three days and three nights for a person to fall from the top of the mountain".

The sun shone on his eyelids, and the light made Wu Ling open his eyes.

Wu Ling yawned and looked up at the window. The sun was already high above the window, and the leaves were turning yellow at the tops of the maple trees as autumn wore on.

Wu Ling got up and stretched his body, and when he accidentally saw the words "Inverted Hanging Mountain" on the desk out of the corner of his eye, he quickly put away the things he wrote last night on the desk and tucked away the book on the side.

"It's good that it wasn't found. ”

After determining that it was not easy to be discovered, Wu Ling, who was weak-hearted, breathed a sigh of relief.

If his mother knew that he was collecting things about the Hanging Mountain, she would be scolded and maybe punished for cleaning the cemetery.

In the end, he is still a teenager who was born afraid of his mother.

"Upside-down Hanging Mountain, Upside-down Hanging Mountain, how many secrets are you hiding?"

Wu Ling looked at the maple tree outside the window and lost his mind for a while.

Inverted Hanging Mountain, a mountain that has been shrouded in mystery since ancient times. Since the beginning of records, hundreds of thousands of people have climbed the Hanging Mountain, but very few have returned alive.

And those who come back alive have one characteristic.

Either insane, or the living dead who fell from the mountain.

But even so, every year in winter, when the white fog that covers the inverted mountain clears, there is still an endless stream of people who volunteer to climb the mountain, in addition to the people sent by various countries to climb the mountain.

All because of rumors that there are immortal immortals on the hanging mountain.

Live forever!

It's something everyone dreams of.

In the past half month, Wu Ling has been flipping through books and collecting records about the inverted hanging mountain.

With the collection, Wuling found that the inverted hanging mountain was not so simple.

There are hundreds of thousands of mountaineers on record, and where did these people go after they climbed the mountain? If they died, the bones of these people alone could be piled up into a big mountain, and even if the upside-down hanging mountain was really 108,000 zhang high, the bones would be enough to row from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain.

The Wuwang Mansion has a history of more than 600 years, and the collection of books in it, both in terms of number and records, is very rich. Wuling has already read the collection of books in the Book Pavilion, but there are few records about the inverted hanging mountain, and there are not even as many as the people in the market.

The same is true for the large and small bookstores in Wucheng.

It seems that someone deliberately erased something about the inverted hanging mountain.

What kind of scene is it on the upside-down hanging mountain, whether it is covered with corpses and bones, or whether there is a cave, and whether there are immortals at the same time, no one knows.

Like every teenager, Wu Ling has always wanted to travel far with poetry and wine, go out to see the world, and personally uncover the mystery of the world shrouded in his heart.

But in order to prevent Wuling from escaping from marriage, Wu Sha and Jiang Minyue never allowed him to leave Wucheng.

As for going to the inverted hanging mountain where there is no return, there is no need to talk about it.

Thinking of his parents, Wu Ling quickly retracted his thoughts.

He glanced out the window, and there was no movement around the room at the moment, except for the occasional sound of sparrows.

"It's been this hour, mother?"

Wu Ling frowned slightly, feeling deeply strange.

If it had been in the past, Jiang Minyue would have come over early to urge him to go to the school and church, and his younger cousins would have read and write.

Since two years ago, when Wu Ling was fifteen years old, the master of the academy told Wu Xuance, the king of martial arts, that Wu Ling's talent was no longer inferior to him, so Wu Ling had an extra task every day, that is, the church brothers and cousins were literate and literate.

At first, Wu Ling was unwilling, but after Wu Sha learned about it, he allowed Wu Ling to do something he had always dreamed of.

Wu Ling agreed.

Anyway, it is not difficult to teach a group of seven or eight-year-old children to read and write.

"Brother Eleven!

In Wuling's confusion, there was a shout outside the house, and then a hurried figure ran from the sound of footsteps, it was Wu Zhen, the son of his ninth uncle. In addition to this, Wu Zhen also has an identity, that is, his student.

This little guy is always the first to come and tell him every time he hears something new.

Looking at Wu Zhen's panting appearance, Wu Ling couldn't help frowning, "Could it be that something happened to Zhao Guo's side?"

Among the thirteen kingdoms of Kyushu, the three kingdoms of Wu, Zhao and Heavenly Wolf Ancient were the most powerful. These days, the Wuwang Mansion can often hear about the affairs of the Zhao State, and it is said that there has been a mutiny in the Zhao State. Not surprisingly, the war will accompany Zhao for a long time.

With the intricate relationship between the thirteen nations, perhaps the war will spread and engulf the other countries.

Wu Ling poured Wu Zhen a cup of tea and said, "Xiao Zhen, has something happened?"

Wu Zhen gasped, raised the teacup above his head, and drank it in a big gulp, obviously running over with the strength to eat.

Wu Ling rubbed his head and said with a smile: "Drink slowly, don't be in a hurry." ”

Wu Zhen drank tea, and directly brushed up his sleeves to wipe the tea on his mouth, and Wu Ling shook his head helplessly after seeing this scene.

It seems that his usual etiquette class is to teach these guys in vain.

After Wu Zhen's breath calmed down slightly, he said, "The third brother is back!"

"Third brother?"

Wu Ling's heart trembled!

Afraid that Wu Ling wouldn't know, Wu Zhen hurriedly added: "It's the third brother who went to climb the Hanging Mountain eight years ago." ”

Wu Ling held Wu Zhen's small shoulders with both hands, and said excitedly, "Where is the third brother now?"

Wu Zhen said: "In the Great Hall......!

Without waiting for Wu Zhen to finish speaking, Wu Ling ran out of the house directly. Wu Zhen was stunned and froze in place, it was the first time he had seen Wu Ling, who had always been steady and orderly, so out of shape.

Wuling was full of joy, like a light boat crossing the ten thousand mountains, and ran towards the main hall of the Wuwang Mansion.

The third brother Wu Xiangyang is the person who Wuling admires the most among the more than 20 brothers and sisters of the same generation, and he is also the person who has the greatest influence on Wuling.

The martial arts are still martial, and they have a soft spot for swords.

In fact, this is not only the case of the Martial Kingdom, but also the entire Thirteen Kingdoms of Kyushu. Whether it is a farmer in the field or a prince and general in the temple, he knows a little swordsmanship.

Every person in the thirteen countries of Kyushu will begin to practice martial arts when he is a child.

When he was a child, Wu Ling watched his peers have already learned swords, but his parents only let him read and write, and he was not allowed to practice swords, so he was resentful and depressed all day long.

Until one day, a teenager came to him and told him that there is nothing to learn about swords, just look at them a few more times, and reading and literacy is the most important thing for people to learn in this world. A person, no matter how powerful his swordsmanship is, can only solve his own problems, and if he wants to solve the problems of the world, he must first read good books.

The young man also said that reading is the most powerful swordsmanship in the world.

Brightly, the wicked are killed and the whole world applauds, and in the dark, the powerful and noble are killed.

This young man is his third brother Wu Xiangyang.

Just like his name, a boy who is full of sunshine and born to the sun.

It was also after listening to Wu Xiangyang's words that Wu Ling began to read seriously.

From that day on, every time Wu Xiangyang practiced swords, he was always followed by a child reading with a book.

But it lasted only three years.

When Wuling was ten years old, Wu Xiangyang followed the mountaineers of Wuguo and went to the Inverted Hanging Mountain.

Since ancient times, Kyushu has had the custom of organizing people to climb the hanging mountain.

The number of Kyushu countries has changed over thousands of years, but this custom has never changed. The first thing that every nation does when it is established is to send people to climb the Hanging Mountain. People who are sent by the state to climb the Hanging Mountain are called mountaineers.

The Inverted Hanging Mountain has three best trailheads.

Since the mountain is located in the middle of Kyushu, each country has to pass through several countries to get to the farthest trailhead. Because of this, at first, mountaineers would go to the farthest mountain entrance from their own country when they went to climb the Hanging Mountain, and they would beat gongs and drums to make a very large formation.

The purpose of this is to attract the attention of the people of other countries on the way to the upside-down mountain, and to announce the establishment of the country to the world.

However, with the spread of rumors of immortals in the Inverted Hanging Mountain, all this changed.

By now, each country has sent mountaineers more and more frequently, almost every year. The purpose of mountaineers is no longer to promote their own country, but to become emperors of various countries, and to seek medicine for elixirs.

Wu Xiangyang is not a mountaineer from Wu Country, he went there voluntarily.

The purpose of going to the Hanging Mountain is not to seek immortality, but to complete the mission of the Wuwang Mansion with the power of one person, so that the people of the future generations no longer have to die for the mission.

When Wu Ling came to the door of the Wuguo Chambers Hall, the hall was already full of people.

There are three generations of the Wuwang Mansion with a total of one hall, excluding the next people, Wu Xuance alone has half a hundred people. On weekdays, there are some big events, and they are very lively. No, the huge hall of deliberation has been surrounded at this moment. Especially the martial king Wu Xuance has not yet come, and the younger generation who is not too busy to see the excitement pinch their noses so as not to inhale the smoky smell emitted by the people on the ground, while their mouths are still talking, and the adults are also whispering about themselves.

The arrival of Wuling did not attract anyone's attention.

If it had been in the past, Wuling had come here and seen these elders and greeted them one by one, it would have taken half a day.

"The Martial King has arrived!"

At the same time as Wuling arrived, the voice of the master of ceremonies sounded in the back hall of the main hall.

The originally lively and noisy meeting hall instantly quieted down, and both the younger generation and the adults stepped aside one after another.

The crowd dispersed, and Wuling, who was standing at the door, happened to see the figure he had always wanted to see.

It's just that after seeing the person lying on the ground, Wuling's pupils quickly became larger, and the person was motionless in place as if he had been struck by lightning, completely forgetting that Wu Xuance, the king of martial arts, had arrived.

The man lying on the ground, his hair was fluffy and covered with mud and grass clippings, his clothes were dirty as if they had not been washed for three or five years, and his cheeks, which were originally sunny and handsome, had been encroached upon by a messy beard. Now Wu Xiangyang is no different from the beggars on the side of the road, how can he still look like eight years ago.

Wu Xiangyang lay on the ground, like an infatuated lover who was abandoned by his beloved woman, drinking and getting drunk, and finally getting drunk and unconscious, and kept giggling.

"Third brother?"

Wu Ling ignored everyone's eyes and ran forward to squat beside Wu Xiangyang. He shook Wu Xiangyang, but the other party's eyes were misty and there was no reaction. Wu Ling shouted again: "Third brother, I'm a little unicorn, wake up!"

Wu Xiangyang did not wake up because of Wu Ling's call.

The scar on Wu Xiangyang's face that was covered by his hair was revealed under Wu Ling's shaking.

Wu Ling hurriedly lifted his hair to check.

I saw three hideous scars like centipedes lying on Wu Xiangyang's face, terrifying and terrifying.

At this moment, Wu Ling's worried heart was suddenly replaced by a sharp surge of anger, and his tender eyes were full of murderous intent in the blink of an eye.

The next moment, Wuling's hysterical roar came from inside the hall.

"Who did it!"

An unreachable roar resounded throughout the Great Hall.

The children around were so frightened that they hurriedly hugged the legs of the adults on the side, not daring to look at Wuling. Even Wu Xuance, who was majestic and steady, and had always been silent no matter what major events he encountered, was also taken aback by Wu Ling's actions.

Wu Xuance looked at the two people on the ground.

At this moment, Wuling, whose eyes were shrouded in murderous intent, was still laughed at by the Zhao family as "Huixiu's superior and deep boudoir cardamom".

When he saw Wu Xiangyang, Wu Xuance trembled in his heart.

"Is there another scrap?"

The fist in Wu Xuance's sleeve was clenched so tightly that it creaked.

As if frightened, Wu Xiangyang's blurred pupils suddenly focused on Wu Ling's face. After his gaze stayed for a while, Wu Xiangyang shook his head and said with a serious expression: "The sky is not the sky, we are all caged birds, and we are all other people's playthings." ”

"Yes, they're all caged birds, they're all other people's playthings. ”

Then Wu Xiangyang's eyes were in a trance, and he laughed.

Needless to say, everyone also knows that Wu Xiangyang has gone crazy.

Wu Xiangyang's madness also verified the statement that the people who came back from climbing the Hanging Mountain were either crazy or became the living dead.

Wu Xuance opened his mouth and said, "It's all gone!"

Although everyone wanted to stay and know what Wu Xiangyang had experienced from Wu Xuance's mouth, they still didn't dare to challenge Wu Xuance's majesty, and when they heard this, they dispersed one after another.

Seeing that only Wu Ling and Wu Xiangyang were left, Wu Xuance said to the housekeeper on the side: "Old Yang, take Xiangyang down to wash up!"

Wu Ling held back the anger and killing intent in his heart, picked up Wu Xiangyang, and wanted to leave, but at this moment, Wu Xuance's words came from his ears, "Hongyi, you stay, just let Lao Yang go!"

The red coat is the character of Wuling.

Wu Ling turned his head and said hesitantly: "Grandpa, I ......"

Before Wu Ling finished speaking, a tall figure walked in from the door, with a big hand pressed on his shoulder, and with the figure, there was a strong smell of wine.

Wu Ling looked at it and found that the person who came was his father.

Wu shattered.

Seeing Wu Xuance, Wu Xuance, who was standing in front of the main seat, trembled slightly.

Wu Xuance didn't expect that Wu Xuance, who had not walked out of the mountain behind the palace for more than ten years, would appear in front of him.

Wu Sha's hoarse voice rang out, "Listen to your grandfather! ”