"Yangjing Sacrifice Sword?"

Ye Mingke groaned, chewing on this name with a majestic and tragic atmosphere.

"This happened in the last year of my ten years of wandering to seek immortals, when the Great Xia monarch issued the Immortal Worship Decree for the first time. ”

"The Immortal Order proclaims that the Great Xia Dynasty will respect the Immortal Dao forever. All registered immortal cultivators are exempt from taxes and punishments, and where they do, they are worshipped by the world. All the people of Daxia must not offend the immortals, otherwise they will be punished in the same way as offending the king. ”

Li Han didn't know what he remembered about his past, and an extremely complicated look of guilt and remorse appeared on his face.

"At that time, I was still obsessed with seeking immortals, and I felt very happy when I heard the order of worshipping immortals. ”

"On the second day of the promulgation of the Immortal Worship Order, there was a sudden rumor that a reckless man from the rivers and lakes had killed several immortal cultivators who had just stepped on the Immortal Dao. In an instant, the city was full of wind and rain, but in half a day, someone said that the reckless man, his wife and children had been caught and would be hanged in front of the Yangjing Suzaku Gate in public a few days later. ”

"In the turbulent years of the millennium before the establishment of the Great Xia Dynasty, the knights of the martial arts rivers and lakes were extremely active. However, after the Great Xia Dynasty was established by immortals, the four seas were peaceful, and they began to confiscate civilian weapons in various states and counties, and banned civilian martial arts. ”

"But there are still rangers moving in the shadows. Cultivators who have just entered the Immortal Dao are actually not much different from mortals, especially those cultivators with poor immortal cultivation talents. ”

"When these cultivators were causing trouble in the world, they met a ranger who was practicing martial arts. When people are cornered, blood is splashed in five steps, and it is not an exaggeration to commit immortals. ”

"Chivalry, that is, people are in the narrow way. Bloody bravery. That so-called reckless man should be like this. ”

A few days later, in front of the majestic Vermilion Bird Gate, which was as high as dozens of zhang, there were immortals sitting high in the sky overlooking it, there were Great Xia armor soldiers lined up on the wall, and tens of thousands of excited people in the city crowded to watch this grand criminal ceremony that had never been seen before in the Great Xia Dynasty. ”

"At that time, I was one of these tens of thousands of people. ”

Li Han took a deep breath.

"On that day, led by a bearded swordsman, nearly a hundred warriors who had been hiding in the shadows suddenly landed at the Suzaku Gate. ”

"With the body of a mortal, he climbed the Baizhang City Tower, broke the halberd armor, and destroyed the Immortal Order List, and the bearded swordsman even jumped high with a sword and cut down the immortal sitting in the air from the city tower. ”

"That was the first time I knew that mortals could be so powerful. ”

"I'm ashamed to say that I've always been very afraid of immortal cultivators, and that time in the critical moment of the Misty Sea, I was able to hold a stone and smash it at that immortal, because the majestic posture of the swordsman in my memory of slashing immortals with a sword inspired me. ”

Li Han remembered the shocking scene he saw many years ago, and couldn't help but clench his palms again, his eyes were solemn and bright, and he was obviously in a very agitated mood.

"And then?"

Ye Mingke was completely attracted by the story told by Li Han, and couldn't help but ask.

"Later ......"

Li Han smiled a little bitterly, turned his head to look at the fluttering snow outside the window, and muttered.

"Later...... Man, how can we defeat the immortals?"

"Ahh ”

Aru, who felt the heaviness in his father's tone, leaned his head gently into his father's arms, as if answering his father's words, and said softly.

…

In a village with heavy snowfall

"What do you say? people, like dogs. ”

A thin-faced young man walked down the avenue of the village, wearing a stone blue woven gold brocade crane, a blue bird-patterned belt tied around his waist, and a folding fan decorated with many exquisite jade pendants in his hand.

He was followed by several respectful village elders. As soon as these elders heard the immortals speak, they all agreed resignedly.

The thin-faced young man sneered, raised the folding fan in his hand, and tried to open the folding fan in his hand in the heavy snow, but he was obviously very unskilled, and he hit several times without success.

He was a little disappointed and directly handed the folding fan decorated with jade pendants to the elders in the village behind him, and sneered arrogantly.

"See, this immortal has already obtained the jade talisman of the disciple of the Canglan Sect yesterday. It is an immortal in the records of the imperial court. It is clearly stated in the order of worshipping immortals that immortals walk in the mortal world and enjoy the worship of the world. ”

"This immortal is not a human being. So don't tell this immortal how difficult it is for you mortals to make offerings, this immortal doesn't know if he cares. ”

The few submissive village elders in the back noticed the anger of the immortals, bowed their waists, and wanted to apologize and beg for mercy.

"Haha. ”

A suppressed hoarse laugh suddenly came from under the eaves of a grass hut next to it, but it came from an old beggar curled up under the eaves on the side of the road ahead, covered in dirt and snowflakes.

There was a little boy beside him, but the boy, who was also dressed in shabby clothes, was so frightened that he fled when he noticed the sights of several people.

The old beggar kept laughing like crazy, facing the ground, laughing so much that his body kept shaking, and even laughed until his whole body fell to the ground, half-blocking the way of several people.

The laughter was hoarse and muddy, and it was impossible to tell whether it was laughing or crying.

The thin-faced young man in a gorgeous costume glanced at this crazy old beggar with a gloomy face, and he didn't even stop when he walked before, and sneered.

"I was wrong, people don't live as well as dogs. ”

He walked without pausing, and kicked directly in front of the old beggar. With a "bang", the old beggar was kicked and slammed into the door of the grass house.

The old beggar's laughter suddenly fell to the ground, and curled up silently under the eaves.

"I didn't have to pollute the eyes of this immortal today. Your village's offerings will be doubled this winter!"

"No, Immortal Lord, the harvest of our villages this winter is really not enough to meet the needs of the offerings, and even if we double it, we can't sell our children and daughters. ”

When the few elders who followed the young man heard those words, they couldn't help but cry out in horror.

There was also an old man who waved his hand directly and said to a person next to him.

"Go and call a few men, and throw this damned old beggar out of the village, and don't stain the eyes of the immortals again. ”

"Ben Xian said, don't tell me how difficult it is for you mortals, Ben Xian doesn't know if he cares. ”

The thin-faced young man didn't listen to the words of the old man at all, but just strode forward with a folding fan in the cold winter snow, and said with a sneer.

A few elders followed the thin-faced young man forward, and soon passed the old beggar who was huddled under the eaves.

The people walked away, and the old man who had gone to call for help to throw the old beggar out of the village had not yet returned, leaving only the old beggar curled up under the eaves still making a low hoarse laugh.

"Crazy old man. ”

The boy in shabby clothes, who had been scared away just now, saw that there was no one and came back, squatted in front of the old beggar, pushed him, and shouted softly.

"Are you alright? Why were you laughing just now? scared me to death. My mother said that those immortals must not collide, otherwise the whole family will be killed. ”

The little boy patted his chest, and his heart palpitated.

"Huh. ”

The old beggar grinned, and slowly lifted up an old face that was half covered by dirty, fluffy hair.

He narrowed his eyes and said with a hoarse smile.

"A person scolds himself for not being a human being, and he is very complacent. Isn't it funny?"

"What do you mean?"

The boy scratched his head incomprehensibly and thought about it, but he quickly remembered what he really cared about, and approached the old beggar and asked eagerly.

"Leave that alone. Crazy old man, what happened later?"

"Just now you said that the swordsman cut off that hateful immortal from the Suzaku Gate with a single sword, what happened after that?"

"Later...... Hehe. ”

The old beggar began to laugh hoarsely again, struggled to get up, leaned against the wall of the hut, and shook his head drunkenly, smiling wildly.

"Later...... How can mortals defeat immortals?"

"Mortals, when will you be able to refrain from harming yourself?"

At this time, an old man had already led a few men to the old beggar and drove the little boy home. Then the two men dragged the old beggar rudely and irritably, and walked out of the village.

The old beggar was dragged in the snow by two men all the way, and he didn't resist at all, and his cloudy eyes caged in his messy hair looked at the whole world indifferently.

"Phew, that's bad luck. ”

"There is one more such an old beggar, and the immortals want to increase the offerings. ”

A tall man spit out a mouthful of phlegm into the snow heavily, and said in a gloomy and irritable mood.

"There is no need to increase the offerings, the village will run out of food at all, and if you hand it over, the old and the young will starve to death. The other man said with a sad face.

Halfway through the road, they suddenly heard a hoarse and broken cry from the village.

"Immortal Chief, you can't take this grain away!"

The faces of the two men changed, as if they had thought of something particularly worried, and they didn't care about the old beggar, so they threw him directly on the ground and hurried to the big house where the cry came out.

"Heh, you mortals, you can't hand over the offerings when you say anything, and you will come out as soon as I am probed by my immortal arts. What are these items that aren't offerings?" a voice asked indifferently.

"This is the last food ration in the village. Heavy snow covers the mountains, birds and beasts are extinct, and without this last food, the people in the village can't survive this winter. ”

"What does it have to do with you if it's an immortal thing?"

"What's the matter, you still want to offend the immortals?"

"Don't dare, I'm just begging the immortal chief to have some mercy. ”

"I said, don't tell me about you mortals, this immortal doesn't care about the trivial matters of you mortals. Take it all away. ”

"No, Immortal Chief. Many mournful cries swirled and echoed in the snow.

The old beggar listened to those heartbreaking and sad words, and lay on the snow with his back to the sky, his cloudy eyes looking indifferently at the gloomy and dim sky in the snow.

The world is cold.

The mournful cry suddenly seemed to be cut off by something.

"Wait, who are you, dare to offend this immortal?" the thin-faced man's shocked voice suddenly came from the big house in the village.

No one answered.

There was only a loud "bang". The thin-faced man in a fancy costume suddenly crashed through the big house and slammed into the snow, dragging out a deep snow mark before stopping, and the costume was covered with snow and mud.

"Who are you, do you know the cost of offending the immortals?"

The thin-faced man, with his hands and feet thrashing like a fish on the shore, struggled to get up from the snow, stared in one direction, and yelled fiercely.

"Bang"

"Bang"

The sound of heavy footsteps slowly approached him, and each step shook the nearby snow trembling slightly.

A thin figure dressed in a cotton robe covered in puddings and wrapped around a scarf that was almost unrecognizable in its original color stepped out of the rising snow and dust, carrying a huge heavy iron sword almost as tall as a human at its back.

"Bang"

The figure unloaded the heavy iron sword behind him and smashed it into the snow, raising a burst of snow dust, the figure raised its head slightly in the snow, its face was covered with dirt and snow chips, but it could still vaguely see the fragility and softness of women.

She raised her eyes behind her messy hair, looked at the frightened and angry man in the costume in front of her, clenched the huge and heavy iron sword beside her, and said coldly.

"Slash your sword, called the world!"