Together, the weak are united to attack the strong.

Even horizontal, one thing is strong to attack the weak.

Set up a situation to break the situation, and plot to fight, not as so.

......

In the autumn of the second year of Xining, the sword and sword shadow were endless, and the Jiuding Shenzhou war was not over.

It's deep in the verdant mountains, next to a small kiosk.

The swordsman and the swordsman face each other.

"Do you really want to do this?" said the swordsman, who was old, wearing a hat and straw sandals, was no different from the old farmer who was busy plowing in the field.

However, he was not an old farmer after all.

Around his waist, a straw rope was tied to an unsheathed treasure knife. The sword trembled slightly, and the blade was shiny, as if it had a life of its own, ready to choose someone to devour at any time.

The swordsman said to the swordsman sincerely:

"If it doesn't end here, there is still a chance to redeem it. ”

The swordsman couldn't help but chuckle.

"Senpai, you're wrong. The swordsman was dressed in green clothes and held a long sword in his arms.

In contrast to the swordsman's unsheathed sword, the blade is wrapped with layers of cloth, and the slightest edge is not revealed.

"From the beginning, the opportunity didn't exist. That's why I have to create opportunities. ”

"Then what are you for? is it home, or is it country, don't tell me, you are loyal to the future?!" the swordsman asked with a frown.

The swordsman didn't answer, just gently untied the cloth that wrapped around the sword. His movements were slow, unimaginably slow, but as the cloth gradually unraveled, a cyan aura rose from the swordsman's body, hovering the sky like a dragon.

The mountains are full of murderous machines.

"Well, let me see what mysteries are hidden in the inheritance of today's Lingjia sword. The swordsman gripped the sword in his hand and lowered his body.

"The younger generation challenges the former tyrant. The swordsman said loudly.

The two of them got up almost at the same time, and the moment their swords intersected———

Rumble!

With them as the starting point, within a distance of more than 100 steps, all the old branches of the pine were all broken, and even the grass flying in the sky was like rain falling on Wushan, hitting the two of them little by little.

The small pavilion on the side also collapsed, and the plaque in the pavilion suddenly splashed piece by piece, and the handwriting of the dragon flying and the phoenix dance also quietly retreated.

Before retreating, I could vaguely see the three words in the book.

"Storm Pavilion".

......

When the swordsman and the swordsman fought together, there were actually three outsiders in the corners of the cliff thousands of feet above, looking down on their life and death.

Outsiders were dressed in different ways, including monks, Taoist priests, and scholars.

"It is rumored that in ancient times, everyone realized the meaning of creating the common people, and was free above the nine heavens, and they could practice Dan and cultivate immortals, and use their vitality to fill the mountains and move the sea, which was called immortals. ”

The Taoist priest looked at the sword light and sword shadow that was almost stirred up below, shook the dust lightly, lowered his eyebrows and said:

"It's a pity that there is no one in the future who can enter the Dao, and it is no longer possible to cultivate immortal immortality. So much so that now the so-called Jianghu martial arts, people from all over the world are just ordinary martial artists. ”

"Amitabha. The monk chanted the Buddha's name and said gently to the Taoist priest, "Whether it is an immortal or an ordinary martial artist, it is just an appearance." Buddhism is called a supernatural power, and after all, it is to realize the state of mind. If you have a compassionate Buddha heart, even if your vitality is cut off, you can keep Vajra from being damaged in the era of the end of the Dharma. ”

"Hmph. The Taoist priest snorted coldly, "From today on, the poor Daoist will lead all the people of the Dao Sect to move into Xichuan, and no one will be born before the Dao is enlightened and ascended to immortality and immortality." ”

"My Buddha is compassionate. My disciples of Buddhism will go to Quang Nam to debate the Dharma and universalize sentient beings, and then create the three thousand worlds of self-sacrifice, clarity, and reincarnation. ”

After the monk and the Taoist priest finished speaking, they all looked at the scholar.

The scholar looked at them and burst out laughing, laughing more and more presumptuously, barely able to stand up with his waist clutched.

He simply sat on the floor, letting the dirt stain his clothes.

"Bull-nosed old man, bald donkey monk, aren't you tired of talking like this? If you lose, you have to admit it, if you can't provoke you to hide, you can run away, don't get those moths, okay?"

"You're not a winner either. The Taoist priest crossed his eyebrows and said, "It's just that you're a king, don't lose your heart!"

"Yes, yes. We're all losers, of course. So I confessed. The scholar spread his hands, and then he pointed to the two who had separated.

At this time, the swordsman half-knelt on the ground with difficulty, and a flash of blue light fell on the swordsman's throat. Instead of letting the blade bleed, the swordsman withdrew his sword and stretched out his hand to the half-kneeling swordsman.

"Just now, the old man said that the sword immortals in ancient times were how, and the monk also said that now is the era of the end of the law. You dislike that their realm is too low, even if they are already one of the best masters on the weapon spectrum. But in my opinion, you can't compare to them at all, not even the slightest. ”

"At the very least, they're willing to face reality. If the vitality escapes and scatters, then exercise the innate vitality. When you are undecided, you will draw your sword and try your best to solve it. But you ...... Hehe. The scholar said mockingly.

The Taoist priest sneered, and the monk turned a deaf ear.

The scholar knew that no matter what he said, it was useless, and besides, he was not here to change the minds of these two people. So he said in a deep voice:

"When the time comes, we will never act on our own. ”

"Is this a Confucian promise?" the Taoist priest asked.

"It's just my promise, the person who dominates Confucianism has never been my class teacher's edict, but the Chai family of the Four Pillar Kingdoms...... Oh, it's the first four pillars. Make no mistake about it. ”

The monk nodded and smiled: "That's enough." ”

"Fuck off. The scholar lay down on the ground thoroughly and closed his eyes.

Don't speculate for more than half a sentence, in fact, none of the three of them want to have a good relationship with each other.

The Taoist priest waved the dust, and a white crane fell from the sky, and he rode the white crane to fly up on the clouds. The monk sang the Buddha's name, and stepped on the immortal lotus of the vitality illusion and walked along the mountain.

And the scholar lay on the spot, as if he had fallen asleep on the spot.

It wasn't until the middle of the night, when the starry sky was shining, that the swordsman came to the scholar's side.

The swordsman said in a low voice, "Brother Ban, everything has been taken care of. ”

"Ling Qianshan, don't you regret it?" the scholar opened his eyes and looked at the swordsman with burning eyes. Swordsman Ling Qianshan didn't answer, just looked at the night sky, listening to the scholar's voice wandering in the depths of the mountain: "Now that the overall situation has been decided, it is extremely difficult to break the situation." Even if you're willing to sacrifice, it's a gamble with no chance of winning, and you don't have to ......."

"Brother Ban. ”

Ling Qianshan finally spoke.

His voice was a little hoarse, and it was obvious that he had suffered a severe internal injury, but neither the scholar nor himself seemed to be aware of it.

"The subversion of the dynasty and the impermanence of the world are the truth of the world. But now...... The head of my Ling family is in charge of espionage and commands the rivers and lakes, so he should come forward. If the prosperity of the world must be sacrificed with blood, it should have started with the Ling family! ”

"Please. ”

"Although my son has been smart since he was a child, he acts absurdly and behaves well. If he had done nothing in his life and had no ambitions, it would have been fine. But if he ......"

"I know, leave your last wish to me. ”

Lingqian Mountain came back to his senses, the scholar was gone, and there was only one person left on the left and right of the cliff.

In the raging mountain wind, Lingqian Mountain looked at the night sky, only to see demon stars rising everywhere, but the bright moon was dim.

He pondered his life, witnessed the prosperity of Jingzhen Mansion, stepped on the red wall of Daiwa in the south of the Yangtze River, and knew that there are chivalrous men in the world who seal their throats with a sword, demons who eat people and gall bladder, beauties who captivate the country and the city, and picturesque rivers and mountains.

In this life, it's worth it.

"I'm sorry. Ling Qianshan said to himself, and he didn't know who he was sorry for.

Then, he swung his sword and killed himself!

A touch of bright red drifted down the mountains.

......

A team of cavalry in black armor and red cloaks, carrying the holy decree issued by the Emperor of the Great Song Dynasty, rushed into the city of Luzhou, which had been peaceful for a long time.

Officials at all levels in the city stood behind the government in the dark, quietly watching the drastic changes in the dead silence.

The captain who led the cavalry strode into the official palace, carrying a black iron saber at his waist, a large red cloak unfurled in the autumn wind, like a splash of red ink droplets, and a peony flower emblem embroidered on the corner of the cloak that only members of the royal family could wear.

The supreme governor of Luzhou City, Zhizhou Cai Dezhang, was dressed in a purple second-grade official uniform, don't look at the old man's majesty on weekdays, but in front of this captain, he grovelled.

Cai Dezhang stepped forward and cautiously said to the captain:

"The holy envoy must be tired, and the lower official has prepared tea and pastries......

"Take it. ”

The captain took off his armor, and it turned out to be a young and handsome woman.

She carried Xiao Se from outside the city, and she didn't report to her home, didn't say a word, and simply spread out the holy decree neatly.

On the silk brocade made of gold silk, eight characters were written by the emperor Hua Tianyuan.

The whole house was copied and beheaded, leaving only one son.

"Holy Messenger, this is ...... Sick sentence?" Cai Dezhang glared at the holy decree.

This is the emperor's own handwriting, and it is not a mistake. The woman threw the holy decree to Cai Dezhang. She strode back to the group, turned on her horse, and led the team like a blood-colored torrent to the east of the city.

......

Detectives have reported that the door of the eastern compound of the city has been closed since early morning, and no one has entered or exited.

Under the bright moonlight, the signboard of the mausoleum is faintly visible.

There are children cleaning under the door. The ground was as clean as a lake, but the boy still waved his broom seriously. As if he knew that this would be his last job.

The woman commanded the black-armored cavalry to the door, she pulled up the reins, and with her movements, the continuous neighing of horses resounded throughout Luzhou City, no horse crossed the moment, and the cavalry and cavalry kept an arm's length between them, without exception.

"Tell Ling Qianshan to come out. The woman instructed the boy.

The boy saluted one by one, put the broom at the door, and then turned around and ran into the mausoleum. After half a cup of tea, a young man dressed in Confucian clothes greeted him.

"You are Ling Qianshan?"

The man bowed and said softly: "It is not Lingqian Mountain in Xia, but not long ago, the position of the head of the family has been passed to Xia. One hundred and fifty-three people from the Ling family came here to meet Her Royal Highness Princess Pingyang. ”

"Looks like you already knew we were coming. The woman said calmly, not moved at all by being called to reveal her identity, "It is worthy of being the Ling family who was in charge of espionage." ”

"The princess praised. ”

The woman drove her horse forward and looked down at the man condescendingly: "Since you have succeeded Ling Qianshan, what about your sword?"

"The sword is in the bosom of a thousand mountains. He had just turned twelve, and hoped that the princess would not frighten him. ”

"I traveled thousands of miles to see the Lingjia sword, which ranked eighth in the weapon spectrum, and which one was stronger or weaker than my Huajia overlord gun. Unfortunately, in the end, it didn't work out as I wanted. The princess said as she slowly drew the narrow black iron saber from her waist.

The princess laughed. The man smiled and looked at the woman, as if he was chatting with the lady next door, "Her Royal Highness the princess is a mountain-swallowing spirit, and the future must be limitless." In the lower than the shallow mountains, after all, it is not a full valley, and naturally it is not your opponent...... Moreover, since Her Royal Highness the princess can afford to be in the lower world, then naturally the lower ones can't follow Her Royal Highness's wishes. ”

"Then you will die!"

Before the words fell, the knife flashed, and the big head flew away.

Princess Pingyang awe-inspiring pointed her saber at the door of the Ling family's house, "Flying Feather Army, charge!"

The autumn rain fell just in time.

The torrential rain that poured like a waterfall, with an indomitable momentum, forcibly suppressed the sorrow of people and the sound of knives entering flesh. The black and viscous slurry water flowed to the feet of Tong Juan with continuous raindrops, forming streams and rivers.

In the whirlpool of slaughter, a white dove flew out of the mausoleum covered in blood. Soon, Xichuan Taoist Temple, there are Taoist priests closed to the temple. In the area of Quang Nam, there is a monk sealing tower. Jiangning, south of the Yangtze River, has Confucian scholars gathered. There is also a valley, a village, a pavilion and a meeting, which has set off a new martial arts battle.

As for the disturbance of the Liao State in Qinzhou and the coup d'état of the Hebei clan, it seems that they have been agreed-

set up a situation to break the situation, and schemed and fought with force, which set off the first chapter of the psalm.