......

The river goes east, and the wind and snow will not be extinguished.

In the firmament.... The winter thunder struck, and the world shook.

Ryoma raised his head, and the mountains continued again.

There are roads in the mountains, but there are no pedestrians on the roads.

Li Bichen pinched the Dao seal in his hand, closed his eyes slightly, and his body swayed gently with the pace of Ryoma, all the way around, that feeling was extremely comfortable.

It was overcast, and the thunder rang out in the void, with a terrifying and unreasonable electric light.

It's like some primeval demon god is about to descend on the earth, and it seems that the great sage in the sky is angry and wants to send down a fierce law to destroy the entire universe.

The power of the sky is invincible, and the earth's anger shakes a thousand mountains.

The most feared thing in the world is the heaven and the earth, even if it is immortals, demons, gods and ghosts, there is no respect and horror from heaven and earth.

On the side of the mountain road, there was an old man driving a donkey cart from afar, his body was rickety, his clothes were thick, his mouth was singing some high-pitched and strange songs, and there was a doll on his wooden cart, with a tiger's head and a tiger's brain, and he looked no more than eleven or twelve years old.

Most of the rest is just carpentry.

"Master, where are we going?"

"Go to the micro city. ”

"Master, how much can we sell these things for?"

"You say these guys, it's good to have two or three pennies. ”

"That's enough!"

"Baby, put down the things in your hands, don't mess around with those two little wooden generals, it's a bit taboo here. ”

"Master, what's the taboo?"

"Legend has it that there was a war here four hundred years ago, and many people died. Less fiddling. ”

"Four hundred years! Master, it's been four hundred years, it's been too long! And the Shu Dao Immortal Pass? It's the tattered stone pass before, hasn't it all collapsed?"

"Collapse and collapse, legend has it that when the thunder starts here, tens of thousands of ghost armies will appear and hook our souls. ”

"Huh~~~ Eh!Master, look, that horse is so beautiful!"

The doll was lying on the car, and the old man raised his head and saw Li Bichen coming on a dragon horse.

The appearance of stepping on the red dust came into view, the old man sighed, and then said in a low voice: "It is indeed a good horse, you can run by looking at this appearance!"

"This is a Taoist, a cultivator. ”

The old man muttered, and the doll stared at the red dust, with a look of envy in her eyes.

"Master, when we have money, I will also ride a tall horse. ”

"Rich? I can't do it, it's up to you. ”

The grandfather and grandson were chattering, and Li Bichen came over, and their conversation was already lingering in their ears at this time.

His eyes were misty, and the light of yin and yang appeared.

The fog in the sky manifested, and there was a thunderous sound.

Boom——!

A red light suddenly streaked across the sky——!

.......

The rocks exploded and turned into dust!

The violent sound of horses' hooves rang out, just like winter thunder in the sky.

Without warning, without reason.

Heavy snow weighs down the green pines, and the distant mountains march in a hurry.

Rolling dust and smoke swayed, thunder and horses' hooves were intertwined, Li Bichen raised his head and looked at the vast high sky, the mountains on both sides were traversing, like several divine swords inserted into the sky dome and it was difficult to see.

Dust and smoke rushed from behind, and when I looked at it from afar, I knew that there were five thousand fine riders, and it appeared and disappeared from time to time.

They caught up with Li Bichen, and the people led by him were dressed in broken iron armor, white robes, and their faces were covered with iron, and their faces were not visible.

"Where did the Taoist come from?"

The general didn't take off his armor, but what was revealed in the armor hole was a very calm, calm look that made people feel terrible.

Five thousand elite horsemen stopped behind him, mighty, black and oppressive, a piece of iron armor, like a prison.

He was the only one in a white robe, but with black armor on the outside.

The cold light of the blades flickered, but more often than not, the remnants of the cracked soldiers, and even dried blood on them.

"Where are you going, the general of a hundred battles?"

The dragon horse under Li Pichen's seat paced, and stopped on the Shu Road at this time.

The general did not draw his sword, but carried a spear in his hand, the barrel of which was also stained with black blood, and his eyes were filled with a dim light like thunder and a storm.

"Daoist, what are you doing here?"

He asked, and the five thousand iron armor behind him shook his weapon at the same time.

So the murderous aura like a river washing over the mountains and seas surged.

This kind of power can even scare people to death.

Li Bichen rubbed his eyebrows, and only then did he really look at him.

However, without speaking, the general stared at Li Bichen, and for a while, the horse under his seat neighed softly, he pulled the reins, waved the spear in his hand gently, and made a forward gesture.

So five thousand elite horsemen rushed out, passing by Li Pichen's side like wind and fire, and the horse's hooves roared, making the whole land tremble.

"You're a cultivator, it's kind of interesting. ”

The general pulled his horse: "You also came from behind, but you didn't let us go .... No, it should be said, won't let me pass, why?"

Li Bichen didn't answer him, but turned his head, glanced into the distance, and then said, "Where is that place?"

The general raised his head and said, "Shu Dao Immortal Pass." ”

"We're going to go there and break that barrier. ”

Li Bichen turned his head: "Just rely on your five thousand remnants to defeat the general?"

The general sighed: "The remnants are the remnants, but they may not be the defeated generals." ”

He exhaled, and in the middle of winter, the snow fell on his armor and robes, and the black blood was covered by the white snow, and he stood in the snow like an ancient sculpture.

"There's one last battle!

The general's voice was not loud, but it was sonorous in his heart.

He carried a gun and pointed in the distance, where clouds and smoke lingered, and the deepest place was the Shu Dao Immortal Pass.

"Xiongguan is located between mountains and rivers, stuck in natural danger, called the fairy pass. That is, if it is not a person who has become an immortal, the mortal body will not be able to break through this level no matter what. ”

The general looked at the place and said in a cold voice: "But..... As long as this level is broken, Jiang Qi will be empty, and he will be able to kill him before the royal city, because no one can cross the mountains. ”

They are too confident in themselves, and with the blessing of artillery, they are indeed invincible, but they forget that human blood is the most powerful weapon. ”

"A remnant is a remnant, but it is not a defeated. ”

"This last battle has not been fought yet, Zhao Song will not be destroyed, and when this battle is over, there will be no defeat, only death. ”

He moved his gaze back and looked at Li Bichen, but Li Bichen sighed lightly: "Zhao Song..... It's really... It's been a long time since I've heard a name. ”

"You said before that no one can break through that barrier, but now you turn your head and say that you want to break through the barrier?"

Li Bichen looked at the general, and the latter said: "The sky is dangerous and vicious, but it is not unbreakable, this battle has the will to die, five thousand horses can't be the vanguard, and there are 30,000 troops in the follow-up, within one day, even if all of them are killed, they must be defeated down by the immortals!"

"After this battle, the world will be decided! Jiang Qi will be afraid that we will choke the main road, so as to end the war early, it thinks that even if it is a siege, it will have enough time to return to reinforcements, but this time we are here with the will to die!"

"Break through the barrier, join the army in the royal capital, and even capture the king. ”

The sound is loud, like thunder, like the roar of a tiger.

Li Bichen listened to it and muttered in a low voice: "Is the Meridian Valley in this year.....

It was truly a life-and-death battle, and there was no life or death.

The horse under his seat stepped up, glanced at Li Bichen deeply, and smiled.

"My 35,000 soldiers, all of them are dead, without father, mother, brother or brother, and there is only one person left in the vast world and earth.

"The only way to be liberated is to fight to the death. ”

"Get out of here, it's not something that a cultivator like you can get involved in. ”

The general rode his horse, and at this time the war horse raised its hooves, and suddenly.... Step on it hard.

On the snowy ancient road, mud and water splashed, and the figure in the iron armor robe walked farther and farther, and at the same time there was a low and generous singing.

Along with the wind, roaring and spreading.

"The county of the world is to ten thousand cities, and there is no city without armor!"

"How can you cast armor as agricultural tools, and plough an inch of barren land and cattle?"

"When the cattle are ploughed, the silkworms are also grown. ”

"The martyrs of the unworked tears poured down, and the men and women sang again. ”

This poem resounded like thunder in my ears.

Li Bichen muttered to himself and said out loud:

"There are thousands of cities in this world, and there is not a single one without armor and weapons!"

"How can we cast armor weapons into agricultural tools, so that every inch of land can be cultivated?"

"If this can be done, the ploughing cattle can be used to the fullest, and the sericulture can be successful. ”

"In this way, there will be no need for the soldiers to shed tears! At that time, the whole society of men and women weaving, living and working in peace and contentment, people walked on the avenue, and sang songs, what a beautiful thing it was!"

In the afterlife, the person who wrote it is the poet.

And the name of this poem is called "Silkworm Valley Walk".

But to Li Pichen's ears, in this opinion, this poem should have another name.

"Taiping Song. ”

In this world, after all, there can be no peace.

There is only one thing I want, and that is peace in the world.

Sacrifice the fire with that flesh and blood, and make the world peaceful!

The general's poem is resolute, and he is also expressing his mind to Li Pichen.

He is also laughing at the cultivators, who are not tainted by the world, how can he know how it feels to be ruined and ruined?

Li Bichen looked at it like this and listened to it like this, and at this time, the voices of the old man and the child came from his ears.

"Master, did you say that the battle here was fierce?"

"Of course, it is extremely ferocious, it is said that 35,000 military horses are almost wiped out, those people have no relatives and no clan, but they are all here for revenge, the sky and the earth are dark in that battle, plus the defenders of the Immortal Pass.... There are 100,000 dead horses!"

"Lord, 100,000 troops and horses, those 35,000 men fought a siege and killed 65,000 enemies?"

By the way, it was said that the general who died in battle here left a poem and ballad, and the world will be peaceful for all generations, by the way, he should be called ......."

The conversation was hazy at this point, but Li Bichen still heard the words clearly.

After muttering two sentences, he laughed.

Ryoma raised his hooves, Li Bichen closed his eyes and opened them again.

The beacon fire lingered, and the blood and bones were intertwined and flying.

The trumpet of the charge sounded, desolate and terrifying.

Like a ghost in the middle of the night, a ghost under the sun, the Sensen iron armor stepped on it, rushing towards the immortal shut!

It was surging like a tide, and the soldiers guarding the pass didn't seem to expect this surprise battle, compared to them, these soldiers covered in black armor and robes were the real terrifying thing.

If you still don't die with a single sword, you will inevitably take the heads of two enemies.

Blood and sword light danced at the same time, and snow fell..... Chilling!

"Fight to the Death——!"

"Fight to the Death——!"

"Fight to the Death——!"

Roaring like an angry dragon, the sound shakes the sea and the clouds!

Iron armor, remnants of robes hunting, the red light is as terrible as blood, choose people and devour!

Li Bichen walked here, and at the same time saw the person he was looking for.

The general was covered in blood, the spear in his hand had been broken, he held the broken spear in one hand, the broken sword in the other, and his steps staggered, but the eyes still retained the fierce spirit of a tiger.

In the southern heavens, the snow does not cease, and everything will be buried.

"Daoist?"

He raised his head and saw Li Bichen.

The iron armor on that side had also been shattered, and blood poured down from his forehead like a spring.

"What are you doing here?"

He exhaled, but all he exhaled was blood.

Li Bichen looked at him and waved his hand at this time, so the scenery in all directions was still.

Heaven and earth were lonely and silent, Li Bichen looked at the general: "Four hundred years.... You've been around longer than anyone else, but didn't you hear the bell back then?"

The general didn't respond, and Li Bichen sighed: "I see, I knocked a little late." ”

"Huh....."

Inexplicable conversation, the general thought so, he took a stumbling step, and at this moment, clouds and mist surged in all directions.

Light and shadow are intertwined, wind and rain rotate.

A light thunderbolt resounded through the sky.

As a result, the scenery as mentioned in the Silkworm Valley line appeared in the eyes of the general.

The county of the world is to ten thousand cities, and there is no city without armor!

How can you cast armor as agricultural tools, and an inch of barren land cattle can be cultivated?

The cattle are ploughed, and the silkworms are also grown.

The tears of the martyrs were pouring down, and the men and women sang again.

"The world.... Taiping?"

The general looked around, and the scene described in his poem finally appeared: the man was disarmed and returned to the field, the daughter was weaving linen and mulberry, the oxen were dragging the plough in the field, and the silkworm was spinning silk on the mulberry.

"Mulberry, Taiping. ”

The general looked at himself, and under his feet was a puddle of clear water, in which the not-so-old face was reflected.

In fact, he was only the age of Hua Xin, that is, he was only about twenty-four years old.

The filth was scattered, and he was as beautiful as a woman.

His black hair was scattered, and there was no girl beside him to chant for him, but he looked at the scene around him and laughed silently.

Clear cement pond, dirt road flowers.

Then, he turned around and looked at the Taoist standing on the edge of the dirt road.

"What is this? Is it a dream or an illusion?"

The Taoist spoke: "This is the scenery after your death, yes, as you wish, the world is peaceful." ”

"It's too late, then..... Did we win?"

The general was asking, he looked at Li Bichen, who shook his head, and at this time, the surrounding scenery changed again.

Shu Dao appeared, still snowy, but there were no soldiers fighting to the death, and there were no panicked guards.

Only the old man and the child were still talking about what happened 400 years ago.

The general saw them, but they couldn't see the general.

Li Bichen can also see them, and they can also see Li Bichen.

Li Bichen looked at them and asked, "So, four hundred years ago, who won that battle?"

The old man turned his head and laughed: "It was the general who won, although the military horses were almost wiped out, but legend has it that there are still 800 remnants of robes who survived." ”

"Shu Road is difficult, immortals pass ....."

The old man laughed, and the general stood beside Li Bichen, listening to the old man tell the story of four hundred years ago, and his expression finally brought a smile.

"Shu Road is difficult, and the immortals are ..... Soldiers outside the sky are savage, and the soul is broken. ”

His armor was crumbling, and he was muttering old songs.

Li Bichen laughed, pointed to the wooden general in the child's hand, and said, "General Gu, that wooden man, don't you look like you?"

The story of the past was thought to be remembered by no one, but I never thought about it, but in fact it has already been circulated.

The general looked at the wooden man and smiled softly.

......

The counties of the world are to ten thousand cities, and there is no city without armor.

How can you cast armor as agricultural tools, and an inch of barren land cattle can be cultivated?

The cattle are ploughed, and the silkworms are also grown.

The tears of the martyrs were pouring down, and the men and women sang again.

The world, can it be peaceful?

......

Li Bichen exhaled and said goodbye to the old man and the child, weighing the wooden figure that he bought for three copper plates in his hand, and his appearance was majestic, just like the armored general.

Ryoma paced, and smoke clouds rose from behind, faintly revealing the former pass.

Broken, ruined, crumbling mountains.

Four hundred years ago, blood stained the sky.

Four hundred years later, the snow dyed the fields.

The immortals saw the immortals under the gate, and the light thunder and green shadows passed the youth.

Listen, who's going to do it?

The sound of horses' hooves, the remnants of the robes. The wind rises, and the song goes.

Someone laughs!

The clouds are in the blue sky, and the snow is in the dust.