A somewhat dilapidated courtyard house, on the green tiles on the roof of the courtyard, has accumulated a lot of withered yellow branches and leaves, the breeze blows, the branches and leaves with the wind, swaying in the air, falling in the courtyard.

In the small courtyard, the branches of an old locust tree bend upward, and the branches are luxuriant, stretching through, blocking the dazzling sunlight and lowering a shade for people to enjoy here.

"Alas, I'll go. ”

Under the old locust tree, a young man dressed in coarse linen clothes, when he was fetching water by a well, the soles of his feet slipped, and his body suddenly leaned forward, the bucket covered his head, and his feet fell towards the well.

There was a pop and a splash.

"It's not a good year. Some people drink cold water and stuff their teeth, but I draw water, but I am drunk by water. That's ............."

The well is not very deep, but the well water is slightly cool. When the young man climbed up the well, his body shook slightly. The whole body of the coarsely clothed young man was already soaked, and at the hem of his clothes, some water droplets were dripping quickly, and after a while, a large piece of the ground was wet.

"Master, let's bury this well. ”

The coarse-clothed young man stretched out his hand to wipe the water stains on his face, glanced at the well at his feet with some hatred, he stretched out his toes, kicked the mouth of the well, then looked away, spoke, and shouted towards the house.

It was obviously not the first time that the rough-clad young man had fallen into this well.

"Do you want to bury you as a teacher? ”

After a while, an old man in a yellow shirt walked out of the house with a vigorous face and gray hair, just looking at the coarse-clothed young man who looked like a chicken in soup, and some of them blew their beards and stared.

The old man in the yellow shirt came to the old locust tree, bent his legs, sat on the stone bench under the tree, stretched out his hand to caress his beard, and looked at the young man in front of him.

"It's not that it's not buried!"

The rough-clothed young man muttered at the corner of his mouth, then took a step forward, came behind the old man in the yellow shirt, stretched out his hand, and pulled up the cuffs that were already soaked. He made a fist with his hand and gently pounded it on the shoulder of the old man in the yellow shirt.

"Master, you see that there is a big mess today, can I go out to help Senior Brother. ”

Behind the old man in the yellow shirt, the coarse-clothed young man shook his hands briskly, and said with a flattering smile on his face.

"Yes, except to defeat the teacher, otherwise the teacher will bury you. ”

The old man in the yellow shirt closed his eyes and enjoyed the service of this coarsely clothed young man. He stroked his beard lightly in his hands, and his face was full of comfort.

Leisurely, leisurely!

"Master, this is not fair, the senior brother has never had this treatment. If I do something wrong, you bury me once. Senior brother, he has not been buried by you once. ”

The coarse-clothed young man behind the old man in the yellow shirt shook his hands and stood at his side, his face suddenly dry. With his steps, he came to the old man in the yellow shirt, squatted down, showed a flattering smile on his face, stretched out his hands, and patted on the legs of the old man in the yellow shirt. "Master, just let me out, senior brother needs help now. ”

The coarse-clothed young man was frightened by the old man in the yellow shirt, and he wanted to go out to see the world of flowers outside, the red world.

"You can't go out yet. ”

The old man in the yellow shirt opened his eyes, shook his head and said. Suddenly, he frowned, glanced at the door, and then said to the coarsely clothed young man. "Apprentice, go and fetch the shovel for the teacher, who will bury people today. ”

"Okay. Master, wait a minute. ”

When the rough-clothed young man heard this, he grinned, nodded and turned around and ran into the house, to get the old man in the yellow shirt to take advantage of his weapon.

"Hey, hey, hey......"

Although the coarse-clothed young man was afraid of being buried by the old man in the yellow shirt, he liked to see others buried by the old man in the yellow shirt, and he couldn't let him be a buried person all the time.

Jinggu Avenue.

"Who are you, and why are you blocking my way? ”

Tu Mo stopped his moving body, looked at the group of people holding the sword and axe in front of him, and spoke, but his tone gradually became cold.

was blocked one after another, so that his indifferent heart couldn't help but have a touch of murderous intent.

"I am the Northern Pavilion of the Western Regions, waiting for Brother Tu Shi here, if Brother Tu Shi can cross over from these sons of the Western Regions behind me, my Northern Pavilion will announce to the world that within ten years, I will never send troops to Zhongzhou. If Brother Tu Shi fell here, there would be no Zhongzhou in the world from now on, and there would be one more corpse on the side of the road. ”

The young lord of the Western Regions, Bei Pavilion, held a jade flute in his hand, laughed loudly, straddled the war horse with his feet, and looked down at Tu Mo. On the side of the North Pavilion, there was a young man standing, his eyes looked at Tu Mo gloomily, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Good. ”

Tu Mo grasped the left hand of Ah Fang Ding Qin Jian behind him, and his right hand picked up a handful of small stones on the side of the road and held it in the palm of his hand.

Tu Mo's figure did not move, standing a little arrogantly. Just between his index finger and thumb, rubbing and playing with a small gravel.

If there is an obstacle, that is, there is no fear. If there is no obstacle, then it is afraid.

"Woo woo woo ........."

The north pavilion put the jade flute in his hand between his lips, and the sound of the flute slowly blows up, and the flute sound is ethereal, endless, like the sound of heaven, resounding in the ears.

Then, the tune turned, and the passion was high, like a beating war drum, a song of Jin Ge Iron Horse was played, and a battle spirit was surging.

"Kill!"

The flute sounded, and hundreds of children from the Western Regions behind the North Pavilion instantly pulled out the weapons hanging from their waists, clenched them in their palms, and shouted killing in their mouths.

They formed in formations, fanning in the shape of a half-moon, and stomped, kicking up a cloud of dust under their feet.

"Puff puff ........."

Tu Mo raised his eyes, his eyes turned, and he looked at these sons of the Western Regions who were known as the Lion Army. His face was calm, but between his eyebrows, a trace of evil aura flashed out of thin air.

"Puff puff ........."

Tu Mo's figure didn't move, but the wind blew the hem of his clothes. Tu Mo stood proudly, his sword hand behind him, and the small broken stones that he was playing with between his fingers shot out one after another, and the broken stones slashed through the sky, one by one through the bodies of the children of the Western Regions, bringing up a touch of blood, swaying in the air, staining the ground red.

The corpses of the sons of the Western Regions fell, but the rest looked fierce, and continued to sprint without fear of life and death, and the weapons in their hands flashed brightly.

"You are blades on the battlefield, but before us you are ants. ”

The small broken stone in the palm of Tu Mo's right hand was ejected. He stretched out his right hand, his fingers together, turned his palm into a knife, and at his feet, Tu Mo's figure suddenly disappeared in place, leaving only an afterimage.

"Kill!"

In the blink of an eye, Tu Mo's figure appeared in the formation of the children of the Western Regions. Tu Mo was dressed in plain clothes, the hair between his temples was a little messy by the wind, and under his feet, a lot of corpses had been piled up, blood-stained corpses.

Tu Mo is among these children in the Western Regions, but he moves freely, wearing plain clothes fluttering, as if walking on the ground.

One by one, corpses, eyes widened, fell to the ground with a bang. Of the hundreds of sons and daughters of the Western Regions, there are now only about fifty people left. The weapons they held in their hands did not see the blood of the enemy, but they saw the comrades around them fall down, turned into blood-stained corpses, and died in a foreign land!

"Kill!"

The remaining fifty or so drank in their mouths, and the formation suddenly changed, and they stepped sharply under their feet, in the shape of wings, and surrounded them. The weapons in their hands slashed horizontally, stabbing through, and the cold light said, but they didn't touch the plain clothes in the slightest.

Without suspense, they can only be slaughtered.

"Whoever stands in my way, I will slew it. North Pavilion, ten years later, I will personally kill the Western Regions Royal Court. ”

As the last Western Regions children fell at Tu Mo's feet, Tu Mo's plain clothes also calmed down, he put down his palms, hung down on his waist, and stepped on the corpses of the Western Regions children without blood, and slowly walked in front of the North Pavilion.

"Very good, you didn't disappoint me, if you can survive the Western Regions, I'll put some bets on you. ”

The sound of the flute stopped, and the North Pavilion put the jade flute away from his lips, held it in his hand, and looked at the back of Tu Mo leaving, his eyes were faint and profound.

"Within ten years, my Western Regions will not send troops to attack Central Continent, but I will not help Central Continent stop the pace of the Southern Wilderness. Even if I don't send troops to the Western Regions, someone will do it for me. ”

The eyes of the North Pavilion were crooked, and a smile appeared in the corner of the eye.

"Young master, if you let Tu Mo pass by at this time, it will undoubtedly let the tiger return to the mountain. Ten years is enough time for Tu Mo to stabilize the situation in Central Continent, if the Western Regions are sent at that time, and the Northern Desert is eyeing the enemy, we can easily form a situation where the enemy is on the back of the enemy. ”

The young man standing on the side of the North Pavilion kept looking at the people in the Northern Desert who walked in front of him, and his words were a little immature.

"It doesn't matter. Since Beimo is bent on sending Tu Mo as the new king of Zhongzhou, it is undoubtedly the forces of Zhongzhou that involve the Southern Wilderness, and Beimo is good at reaping the benefits. In the past ten years, although it is a gambling contract, it has also left me plenty of time, even if in these ten years, I am unmoved in the Western Regions, even the Eastern Territory, and I will not let the Northern Desert stretch out its hand so long, not to mention, there is also a Southern Wilderness, eyeing the sidelines. ”

The gaze of the North Pavilion turned, looking at the figure in the milky white clothes among the people in the Northern Desert. His expression was calm, and the corners of his mouth were curved, revealing an inexplicable smile.

"My son from the Western Regions didn't kill Tu Mo so casually. Ghost, let's go, Tu Mo's matter has nothing to do with my Western Regions. ”

As soon as the words of the North Pavilion fell, he patted the horse's back with his palm, stepped off the war horse and roared, and he and the ghost shadow left Jinggu Avenue.

The corpses left behind show that this pavilion in the northern part of the Western Regions has been here.

Tu Mo defeated hundreds of children in the Western Regions, and slaughtered all the children of the Western Regions. And this point is not worth mentioning in the eyes of the white painting of the Northern Desert and the snow and smoke in the east.

War is about the world, not something that can be changed by the power of one person.

If Tu Mo can't do this, then how can he be the successor of the Guigu school? and why do you let Bai Hua and Xue Ruyan take such a fancy to him?

Although Jinggu Avenue is a major strategic artery for marching and arranging, it extends in all directions and is very wide. On the surface of the road, there is no green and no grass. There are no birds, beasts, flying insects, and there are no people around!

Jinggu Avenue is very long, Tu Mo walked in front, and his reflection was a little lonely. The white paintings of the Northern Desert are all the people, falling far behind them, and there are many people. The snow in the dark is like smoke, and the eyes are full of brilliance.

Just when the bloody remnant sun was about to set on the mountain, Tu Mo's figure finally appeared in front of the eyes of everyone in the Southern Wilderness.

"Young master, Tu Mo appeared. Behind him, followed by the group of Bei Mo. ”

An old Taoist with gray hair, dressed in a Taoist robe printed with gossip patterns, and holding a white jade dust, leaned over the sedan chair with a large crown and said softly.

"Since we're here, let's go and see you. Those who can't be kept in the Western Regions, I will stay in the Southern Wilderness. What kind of wishful thinking is Bei Desert, do I really not know?"

A proud son, docked under a vigorous and powerful tree. And from inside the sedan chair, a rough and high-pitched voice came out. There was a curtain on the sedan chair, and only the sound of dressing was heard from inside the sedan chair. Then, a maid-like girl came out of the sedan chair, with a slight red tide on her face, and stood on the side of the sedan chair with a somewhat flustered expression, burying her head and waiting quietly.

Not far away, a phoenix-crowned woman, supported by five maids, stood on a raised rock, and her eyes showed a sense of resentment.

"Crane Dao people, let's go. Go and meet this nephew of yours and my brother. ”

The young master of the Southern Wilderness, who had sorted out his clothes, came out of the sedan chair, but his face was a little pale, and an inexplicable aura appeared between his eyebrows. "I didn't bring a single soldier with me on this trip, if Tu Mo returned to Zhongzhou safe and sound, Hedao people, do you know what the consequences will be?"

The young master of the Southern Wilderness walked a little slowly, he tilted his head sideways, glanced at the crane Dao man who was following closely by his side, and a cruel smile appeared on his lips.

His hands were casually at his sides, and the hem of his clothes was fluttering.

"Young master, the people of Crane Dao understand. ”

The Crane Dao Man bent down and responded. It's just that his body trembled faintly.

"Senior brother, you made me wait. Senior brother has been on the road for a long time, and he must have been hungry for a long time, so I have ordered someone to prepare food and wine, just waiting for my brother's arrival. ”

The young master of the Southern Wilderness came to Tu Mo with the crane man, laughing, and the meaning of his words seemed to be for relatives and friends who had not seen him for a long time.

"Young Master of the Southern Wilderness, why do you call me Senior Brother?"

The people of the Southern Wilderness would stop him from being outside the Central Continent, which was expected by Tu Mo. It's just that this senior brother made Tu Mo frown.

"Presumably, Uncle Xiaoyaozi saw that you were weak by nature and didn't remember anything, so he didn't mention it to you. Before my brother quickly followed me to the wine and food, I explained to my brother what had happened. ”

On the face of the young master of the Southern Wilderness, he was full of enthusiasm and hospitality, and he couldn't see a trace of ruthlessness to leave Tu Mo on Jinggu Avenue.

"No need. Since my master didn't mention it to me, then there are only two people in Xiaoyao Pavilion, me and my master, how can I come to the senior brother in the mouth of the young master of the Southern Wilderness, and the junior brother said. ”

Tu Mo's body didn't move, but he looked as usual and refused. Standing in front of him was the enemy, also a fierce tiger. This kind of hypocrisy and wrongdoing, Tu Mo can't do it.

"Since the senior brother doesn't drink the toast, then he can only become a ghost on the side of the road. Hedao people, you let him die clearly, Tu Mo and I are also senior brothers, how can we ruthlessly let our senior brother die with hatred. ”

The young master of the Southern Wilderness seemed to have lost his patience, and his gaze moved away from Tu Mo's body. He turned around and gave a command to the Crane Dao people, and then walked out of the place. The young master of the Southern Wilderness walked, waved his hand, and the maids who came with him put a table of wine and food under a tree not far from Tu Mo and Hedaoren.

The young master of the Southern Wilderness sat down alone, drank the wine in the cup, tasted the exquisite dishes, and looked at Tu Mo and Hedaoren with a smile.

Under the bright moon, the wine is current, and the young master of the Southern Wilderness smiled and looked at the two people who were out of the same school.

"My name is Hedao, I am a descendant of the Guigu School, Poor Dao and your master, Xiaoyaozi is the same brother. Therefore, you should call me uncle. ”

The crane man held the white silk whisk in his left hand, and stroked his somewhat gray beard with his right hand. Raising his head, his eyes facing down, he looked at Tu Mo with some downward gaze.

"Since my master has not mentioned anyone to me, why should I call you uncle?"

Tu Mo frowned, looked at the crane Dao man in front of him and said. "Since you are the heir of the Guigu School, why are you groveling in front of the young master of the Southern Wilderness?"

"I want to be free, hide the red dust, return to the world, cultivate my self-cultivation, and protect my Taoist heart. Why do you covet the red dust and become the one under that man?"

Tu Mo squinted his eyes slightly, looking at the crane Dao people.

"This ........."

The hand of the crane Taoist who stroked his beard froze, and suddenly he was a little speechless. The crane man lowered his palms and put his hands behind his back. "The master and nephew learned to use their tongues at a young age, did Xiaoyaozi only teach you this? ”

"Obey the Mandate of Heaven? Then you assist the Young Lord of the Southern Wilderness to block me, then you will change your life against the sky! Since the people of Hedao want to obey the Mandate of Heaven, why don't they retreat quickly. ”

The corners of Tu Mo's mouth finally pulled out a somewhat far-fetched smile. This crane road is unstable, nostalgic for the red dust, cause and effect are added to his body, and he is the person under the person, and he insults the self-cultivation of the land, these four words.

Intended to be carefree, indifferent, and detached from the world! The crane Taoist in front of Tu Mo had forgotten all of this.

"If the nephew is red-mouthed and white-toothed, he will be reasonable. The poor way has nothing to say to you. Since the master and nephew do not obey the destiny of heaven, then the poor way will be the cause and effect of you. Turning back, Poor Dao went to Xiaoyaozi to theorize again. ”