【Middle-earth Kyushu and Qingzhou Border】

It was the cold winter wax moon, and the place closest to the western end of Kyushu was already white at this time. The sky seemed to be the mouth of a beast of prey, and the wind curled and countless pieces of snow danced wildly from it, and finally scattered on the earth, covering the territory with a layer of silver.

In the middle of the snowfield below were dozens of dusty passers-by, and the young man followed the group, wrapped in mink fur in the wind and snow to keep warmer, his long unkempt hair tied behind his head, and a thin layer of ice ballast attached. His eyes were slightly raised, looking at the sky.

What catches your eye is the endless wind and snow between heaven and earth, and there is nothing else.

Most of the people who walked were soldiers, their pitch-black armor painted silver by snow, and a pitch-black sword at their waists, which reflected the sparkle of snow.

"Fang Xiaoqian, are you cold?" Tuoba Qinghuang leaned over to the young man's side, rubbing his hands and sighing.

The young man named Fang Xiaoqian was about seven or eight years old, his immature little face was frozen and bruised, and his teeth trembled slightly, "It's okay ......." That Tuoba Qinghuang is another teenager in this group, for example, Xiao Qian is not a few years older, but his figure is stronger than a circle, and he is also a head taller. Tuoba Qinghuang put his arm on the young man's shoulder, put his head on the latter's chest, stared at the scroll that leaked out of the corner, and said, "What is this?"

The young man shook his head and said: "This is Li Zhaojiang's poetry collection, I like to read it, and I like the sentence in it the most: 'Mo Dao does not lose his soul, such as drinking the northwest wind'." ”

"Cut, I thought it was the art of war or something!" Tuoba Qinghuang couldn't help but pout, "You just stayed with your grandfather for a long time, like a nerd! I'm different, I want to be a general like my father in the future! My father said, men should go into battle to kill the enemy when they grow up, and no matter how much they read books, they can't withstand a knife from others." ”

"Among those generals who once held military power in the world, which one was not full of reading the scriptures? Which one was not able to destroy a city and a country by strategizing for thousands of miles? There are as many generals as powerful as your father! Bai Qi, Wang Luoyang, Zhao Linggong, Li Heng, Lu Zhixi, ......" Fang Xiaoqian was a child after all, and he was naturally unwilling to fall into the disadvantage when arguing with his peers.

"Stop! No matter how good you say, can you go to the battlefield without a fierce general like my father? The name of General Zhennan is not called for nothing!" Tuoba Qinghuang was also a little annoyed.

Fang Xiaoqian didn't continue to argue, General Zhennan's name was indeed resounding in the land of Kyushu, and no man dared to underestimate him. The young man couldn't help but look up, and he could still see the figures of several people in front of the team through the snow, and the middle-aged man led by him was General Zhennan, with a burly and unusual figure, and a famous sword given by the royal family was pinned to his waist - King Chu.

At the forefront of the team, General Zhennan put his hand on the hilt of his sword, he slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, which quickly dissipated in the wind and snow, and then spoke: "Holy monk, it is really ......ashamed to let you do things for our Chu State, and you have to suffer from hunger and cold all the way with me."

On his side was a seven-foot monk, wrapped in a shabby monk's robe, unable to see his face clearly, only to see his hand exposed outside the sleeve robe gently twisted a few beads, "Lord Tuoba is serious, I am originally from Kunlun Realm, and this time it is thanks to your blessing that I can go back, speaking of which, I should be grateful to Elder Fang for being able to come all the way here to show us the way." ”

The two of them were followed by a rickety old man, dressed in a simple long robe, with white hair that could not tell whether it was broken snow or a bun, and he was holding a simple wooden plate in his arms, which was engraved with strange gossip patterns. The old man grinned, revealing a row of yellow teeth in the wind, "Hahaha, my old ghost will only have some crooked tricks in his life, it's not worth mentioning." ”

"The holy monk helped us to use the most evil things in Kyushu to go to Kunlun in exchange for divine soldiers, which is a matter of rejuvenating the country; General Zhennan bowed slightly, he turned his head and looked at the items they were going to take to Kunlun this time to exchange for divine soldiers - in the center of the team, several slightly burly strong men jointly carried a half-human-high ancient wooden shrine, which was covered with blood-colored runes, and faintly saw a trace of black gas evaporating from it, which was terrifying.

A blood-red flower bloomed on the way, with no branches and leaves, only slender petals hanging low like a girl's bun, looking abrupt and strange on this lifeless snowfield. A big hand holding a Buddha bead gently plucked it, the monk put it in front of him, he sniffed silently, and whispered: "Flowers bloom without leaves, leaves grow without flowers, flowers and leaves do not meet......"

"It's Manzhu Sahua!The guide flower to the other world, we have found it!" The old man stiffened his body as if he was straightening up in the wind, staring at the bewitching flower in the hand of the monk beside him, and then shouted to the rear team: "Xiao Qian, quickly bring the 'Caiyang'!"

Fang Xiaoqian in the crowd heard the sound and ran towards the old man, Tuoba Qinghuang was also excited, and quickly followed behind him.

General Zhennan looked solemn, raised a hand and signaled the surrounding soldiers to stop marching into the ground. Then he did not say anything, but stood as quietly as the monk.

"Grandpa, give it!" Fang Xiaoqian took out a fist earth transparent spar from his waist and handed it to the old man. Tuoba Qinghuang wanted to get closer and take a closer look, but was pulled by General Zhennan, so he had to stand obediently beside his father and didn't dare to make a mistake.

While everyone was waiting with bated breath, they saw the old man put the gossip plate on the ground, and then raised the spar called "Caiyang" above his head, and the faint light condensed a shallow line through it, until the end of the light shone on the gossip map, and the old man stopped moving.

Buzz –

The old man's exalted Caiyang trembled slightly, let out a soft groan, and suddenly shot out more than a dozen rays of light, which shone on the ground on the side.

"Array!"

When the old man's words fell, Fang Xiaoqian hurriedly took out more than a dozen black stone strips from his waist, and inserted one on the snow in turn following the landing point of each light.

After doing all this, the old man slowly let go and retreated in front of everyone, but the Caiyang that he had held high before was still hanging in the air at the moment.

"Magical. For the scene in front of him, General Rao is Zhennan couldn't help but praise at the moment. The monk wrapped in the robe seemed to nod, and also said loudly: "Kyushu's derivation attainments in gossip are far inferior to Kunlun. ”

Fang Xiaoqian stared at the Caiyang that was slowly rising with wide eyes, he suddenly felt that the chill had subsided by half, the wind and snow between heaven and earth stopped abruptly at this moment, and the sky above also cracked a gap, and the dazzling sunlight shot down from it, and finally cast on the open space where Caiyang was hanging to form a halo several zhang wide, covering everyone in it.

"......Is this a miracle?"

"This is the passage to the Kunlun Realm!" the old man's voice was obviously trembling, but the words were sonorous.

Everyone under the light raised their heads and looked up, stunned, like a group of devout believers.

"Elder Fang, this light is shining from the sky, how can we go up......" General Zhennan was just about to ask the old man, but before he finished speaking, he felt a lightness under his feet. The next moment, everyone only felt that their bodies were dragged up by an invisible force, and they couldn't break free. Then they all rose out of thin air and rose upward.

As they ascended, there was the ancient shrine.

"Hold me!" In a panic, Tuoba Qinghuang grabbed Fang Xiaoqian's hand.

After just a few breaths, everyone was dragged into the clouds in the sky and disappeared.

The only monk was left in the snow below, standing in the light, reaching out and pulling down his robe, revealing his face. The sunlight outlined the delicate edges and corners of that handsome face, and he looked up at the sky with his forehead, and a pair of purple eyes were extremely deep.

"Thanks to these people from Kyushu, otherwise I wouldn't have found the entrance back to Kunlun...... the corners of the monk's mouth hooked a smile, and suddenly laughed out loud: "Hahaha! It's been a hundred years, and Kunlun is right in front of me!"

"Rabbit slow, I want everything Kunlun owes us back......" Then, the purple-haired monk closed his eyes slightly, allowing the invisible force to sweep him into the sky.

Buzz –

There was another low chirp, and the beams slowly retracted, until the dark clouds covered the sky again, and the wind and snow whistled again.

It seems that no one has ever been in this world, and everything is back to normal.

The sun fell weakly and fell into the snow.

【East Kunlun, Far Eastern】

In a dense forest of towering trees, the light shines through the gaps between the leaves, mottled and scattered on the ground like flowers.

Whoosh - whoosh - whoosh - whoosh -

At this moment, there were four figures rushing through the forest. The leader was a man in a green shirt with a slender body, a white sword hanging out of thin air, walking side by side; followed by a woman, wearing a pink gown, with a forehead bundle towards the clouds and fragrant temples, and a red thin sword at her waist, the color was as dark as antiquity; then there was a young man with a radiant spirit, carrying a large sword at his waist, as black as ink; the last person was the most bizarre, more than two feet long, although he did not wear a sword, but he carried a small building-like wooden pavilion, and the speed behind the three of them was almost the same.

Looking closely, it can be seen that there is a wooden sign hanging on the waists of the four people, engraved with the word "Lingxiao".

"Senior Brother Ziyuan, it's better for us to go with the sword, and the speed should be faster. The young man with the sword in his hand said as he swept quickly.

"No, if you startle that monster and it hides underground, even a flying sword may not be able to kill it. Zhang Ziyuan, who was the leader, had a deep voice. The young man who just asked the question was called Yin Shuchang, he turned his head and said to the rear: "Yue Chu, we have been chasing this ghost-faced fairy for several days, you have to block the road later, don't let it escape again." ”

The second man at the end of the year, who was carrying the wooden pavilion on his back, grinned and replied, "Senior Brother Yin, don't worry. ”

"The front is the Kunlun Mirror, and without the strength to enter the saint, you can't cross it at all. The only woman among the four was named Yu Chenduan, and her voice was extremely crisp, "It can't escape." ”

Zhang Ziyuan's eyes sank like water, he was staring ahead, and said, "What Senior Sister Yu said is true, but I have an ominous premonition, let's be cautious." ”

"This is East Kunlun, and it's not far from our sect. With the four of us, what danger can there be, Senior Brother Ziyuan is too worried. Yin Shuchang quickly handed over a point and came to Zhang Ziyuan's side.

"Hopefully......" said in his mouth, but Zhang Ziyuan's expression did not slow down by half a minute, and he was still dignified.

A goshawk hovers over the forest.

Sunlight always has a unique beauty, from the sky to the giant feathers of this eagle, connected into a mottled neon.

The goshawk's eyesight had always been excellent, and its dark brown pupils were now reflecting the earth hundreds of miles away—a pitch-black centipede about hundreds of feet long snaked forward, like a broken bamboo, and the giant trees in its path fell in rows.

【East Kunlun, Far East, Kunlun Mirror】

Broken snow fluttered in the fog, hanging from the sky to the snowfield, with no end in sight. It is like a giant curtain, surrounding the edge of the entire Kunlun. This piece of snow fog also has a nice name - Kunlun Mirror.

"Komae, Komae. The light slowly tingled his eyes, and the boy heard a familiar voice echoing low in his ears, and he struggled to open his eyes, and found himself lying in the old man's arms, his lips cracked by the wind moving slightly.

"Grandpa......"

"You're awake. Tuoba Qinghuang was also on his side, kneeling in the snow, his cheeks already stiff and purple.

On the snowfield under the Kunlun mirror, dozens of soldiers in black armor are resting. General Zhennan stood in front of the crowd with both hands holding the sword of the King of Chu, the snow was below his ankles, and the iron armor blowing in the wind rattled.

"Qinghuang, have we arrived in Kunlun?"

"It should ...... It's here. Tuoba Qinghuang looked at the familiar snow around him and said hesitantly.

Fang Xiaoqian struggled to get up from the old man's arms with his hands, as if he hadn't slowed down yet, he stumbled and fell into the snow. "Huh?" his hand touched a hard object, and when he picked it up, it was the spar that had lifted them into the air.

"Caiyang?" Tuoba Qinghuang exclaimed, "Then aren't we still in the same place!"

"No, although we are in the same place, we have already reached Kunlun. The old man shook his head, rubbed his grandson's head dotingly, raised his hand to the west, and said, "Look, we have arrived in Kunlun." It has been recorded in the "Four Seas and Eight Desolations" that Kyushu and Kunlun are connected, but they can only be reached by relying on special methods, and the fog behind us should be the 'Kunlun Mirror'. ”

The boy looked in the direction he was pointing, and could faintly see a series of rolling mountain shadows, and behind him was the snowy mist.

"Report!" Not far away, a black-armored soldier knelt on one knee in the snow, "Lord Qiyu, the holy monk is gone, and the evil thing in the shrine ...... Also missing. ”

"What!" General Zhennan's rough face tensed suddenly, and when he looked back, he saw that the shrine had broken a large hole, and the cumbersome runes that had been engraved on it seemed to have been shattered by some kind of force.

Death –

This word was like a mixed bell, and suddenly rang in the hearts of everyone.

Fang Xiaoqian couldn't tell whose voice it was, and he couldn't even tell whether it was coming from his head or his ears, he only felt a tightness in his chest, and his internal organs were about to be disturbed.

"What the hell is this!" The snow under everyone's feet melted away in an instant after just a few breaths, revealing not rock and soil, but a layer of rising black gas, it was like a living thing, born and dead, dead and alive. The black gas rolled, and a pitch-black mist dragon twisted out of thin air. About a few zhang long, it was slowly floating in front of a black-armored soldier, and the dragon's head was slightly lowered. The dragon's eyes were originally pitch black, but suddenly two scarlet flashes lit up, and the soldier who was stared at by it had a big mouth, and he wanted to shout at the moment but couldn't make a sound.

The next moment, the muscles of his whole body withered and contracted like thin tin. Then his original jet-black armor fell to the ground with a bang, and his body turned into a cloud of blood mist and sent it into the black dragon's mouth.

"Livestock!"

General Zhennan held the King of Chu, and the vitality under his feet suddenly stepped out, running towards the black dragon, and after jumping high, a sword light slashed obliquely.

The black dragon was broken in two by the waist, fell to the ground, and melted into the black qi.

"It's amazing!" Fang Xiaoqian couldn't help but exclaim, Tuoba Qinghuang folded his arms on the side, pretended to be old, and said with a smug face: "That's! My father is worthy of that King of Chu, what is an evil thing?"

Is it really killed?

The King of Chu held tightly by General Zhennan was not sheathed, and he stared at the fog pool composed of the black gas floating under his feet, and he couldn't help but have doubts in his heart.

The black pool throbbed, and two more black dragons floated out of thin air, followed by two black armors that were sucked dry of flesh and blood, and fell to the ground with a bang. Without waiting for the king of Chu of General Zhennan to behead, the two black dragons fell into the black pool again.

At this time, General Zhennan's face finally sank like frost, and all the soldiers also drew out the long swords at their waists, although they were so nervous that they held their breath, no one took half a step back.

"Elder Fang, you take the two children and go first......"

"Okay, Lord Tuoba be careful!" said the old man, pulling up the two teenagers and heading south. Suddenly, Tuoba Qinghuang broke free from his withered hand, and also drew a short sword from his waist, staring at the black pool under his feet with red eyes, "I'm not leaving! ”

"Qinghuang ......" Fang Xiaoqian wanted to say something, but was pulled by his grandfather and continued to run south.

General Zhennan turned his head and glared at his son, and said coldly: "You are worthy of being the child of my Tuoba clan! But now that your father ordered you to go, you don't understand the military orders, how can you become a general in the future? Or do you really think that you can take your father's life with this beast?"

"But Daddy......" Tuoba Qinghuang was stunned.

"Don't get out of here. ”

No one can go—

The deep and mysterious voice from before sounded in everyone's minds again. The mist of the black pool was even better, and seven or eight black dragons twisted out of it, all with scarlet eyes. All the soldiers also moved at this moment, and the swords in their hands were either chopping or slashing towards the black dragon, and General Zhennan stood in front of Tuoba Qinghuang, he waved the king of Chu, and slashed out several swords in the blink of an eye.

All the black dragons that had been slashed by the sword collapsed into streams of black mist, but they did not fall into the black pool, but swept around them like a spiritual snake. As the fog rolled in, one body in black armor slammed to the ground, and they couldn't even scream before they died.