Jiang Xiaoman stood in front of the mountain gate, squinting and looking into the distance.

At the extreme, there are clouds and mountains on all sides, and thousands of smoke trees.

Standing in front of Wutong Temple, it is easy to see the city and scenery of Jincheng under the mountain.

At this time, the big city next to the Lancang River had already woken up, or it was half asleep.

Under the unlit sky, puffs of smoke rise.

Ordinary people will not get up too late after all.

It will only be the exclusive property of a small number of anointing children.

It was still early, so it was possible to sleep in the temple for a while to relieve the fatigue of the night.

But Jiang Xiaoman lost his sleepiness, and sat in front of the mountain gate and looked down the mountain.

Brother Fang Cai's little brother's confused 'ginger worm' made his heart ripple.

In this world, there is only one person who can call him that, the 'little snitch' whose eyes are as clear as the water of a lake and who also cooks good food.

Even if his mind is like him, he can guess more.

That small hall, nine times out of ten, is Ji Xiaoyue's dead girl.

The young man leaned against the mountain gate, sighed for no reason, and whispered to himself: "It really gave me a big surprise!"

With that, he laughed.

Depending on the situation, there is no worry about running out of good things to eat along the way.

It's just that Jiang Xiaoman didn't figure out how Ji Xiaoyue, the girl, hid from her sixth uncle.

Of course, it is true that there are illusion pills in this world that can make people transform into shapes.

But under Jiang Zhan's pair of pupils, he didn't show the slightest hint of horse's feet, which is undoubtedly a somewhat magical thing.

As a member of the Jiang clan, even if the bloodline has not yet awakened.

But Jiang Xiaoman knew the power of the pupil technique called 'Vermilion Bird's Dead Eye'.

This magical power was born from the ancient heavenly gong "Nirvana Sutra" inherited by the Jiang clan in Great Xia.

That is one of the few methods in the world that can almost safely survive the five decays and tribulations of heaven and man.

The supernatural powers contained in it can be worse.

The 'Vermilion Bird Eye' has been cultivated to the extreme, and once it is a great achievement, it can even spy on the fairy world.

This magical power, Jiang Xiaoman's eyes are tight.

He is naturally qualified to cultivate, but the blood veins on his body are like the dark river flowing calmly underground, and he can't even afford to make a little waves.

Even the "Nirvana Sutra" can't get in, and only the pupil magic power with this ancient heavenly skill as the source has no chance for today's teenagers.

Fortunately, Jiang Xiaoman is not a tangled person, so he can't get it for the time being, so he simply shakes his head and doesn't think about it anymore.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, and a cold glow flashed away.

If the little hall is really Ji Xiaoyue, then the few people Han Xunzhi who met when he entered the city earlier dared to beat the little girl's idea, it is undoubtedly damned!

The clansmen of the Jiang clan in the Southern Regions, under the seemingly peaceful and indisputable bloodline, what is hidden is the heart of Shura.

Dominating the mountains and rivers of a region does not rely on benevolence and indisputability, but on iron-blooded killing.

Looking at the Jiang family's military waiting in the past dynasties, which one is not a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, Shura is the body.

For example, Jiang Xiaoman's third uncle, Jiang Ye, also used to be angry in white in his early years, and he was personable.

The so-called scholarly fragrance does not enter the Shura Palace, which is purely the conjecture of literati and scholars.

Took over the eight generations of military candidates, dominated the sword and the black nightmare, swallowed the wilderness, and sat on the border of millions of miles.

The generals of the border army are the most unruly.

On the third night of the Jiang family, he was able to win the hearts and minds of thousands of generals of the new and old border armies.

It is not a matter of using benevolent government to buy people's hearts.

It was obtained by fighting for years and cutting off heads one by one.

Ci is not in charge of the army, and that's probably what he said.

Jiang Xiaoman, in the final analysis, it is the blood of the Jiang family that flows in his bones.

Since it is the blood of the Jiang family, he also has the Shura heart, and he is slowly waking up.

It was understandable to let Han Xunzhi go earlier, but now he has already moved to kill.

Jiang Ye was able to fight again for Xuan Ziyue, incarnated as Shura, and rode into the Central Domain.

Jiang Xiaoman, too.

The wind is blowing, and the morning wind is the coolest.

But the wind from the mountains is clean, mixed with fragrant earthy smells.

Suddenly, the pine and cypress in the mountains were filled with the sound of waves.

Blowing the young man's robe and hunting, it ruffled the young man's black hair.

Jiang Xiaoman didn't move, just opened his eyes wide and let the wind blow into his eyelids.

The wind is strong on the border, and since he was a child, he likes the feeling of the wind blowing in his eyes.

I can't say why, but I feel that when the wind stops, even the dust in my eyes blows away.

He sat straight like a sword.

It was not like the cleverly hidden fish intestine sword on Ling Tianhou's waist, but more like the dark blue flying sword that flew in Ling Jian's hand, with a sharp edge.

When a person has the intention of killing, unless it is a general born in a hundred battles.

Otherwise, it can't be concealed.

Behind Jiang Xiaoman, footsteps sounded.

The sound was unique to the military boots trampling on the ground.

Without turning around, Jiang Xiaoman could guess who the person who came.

"Little boy!"

The ghost tiger stood behind the young man, looked at Jiang Xiaoman's straight spine like a sword, and called softly.

Jiang Xiaoman didn't turn around, put his hands on his legs, and chuckled: "Uncle Ghost Tiger, don't you go to rest for a while?"

This bearded man also laughed and said: "I can't sleep, I wanted to come to the mountain gate to blow the wind, but I didn't expect the little boy to be here." ”

Nodding, Jiang Xiaoman said softly: "Cultivation is like Uncle Ghost Tiger, in fact, you don't need to sleep and you won't be too tired, but if you want to come to Uncle Ghost Tiger at this time, you must have something to say to me......"

After hesitating for a while, the ghost tiger spoke softly and said, "There are indeed some things I want to say to the little boy, if you say it wrong, please don't blame the little boy." ”

Jiang Xiaoman stood up, stretched his waist, turned around and looked seriously at the bearded man who had followed his father for almost thirty years, and said with a smile: "I don't know what you're going to say, Uncle Ghost Tiger, but I know, you said it must be for my good, how can I blame you?"

Ghost Tiger laughed, slowly untied the big iron sword on his back, wiped it lightly with his sleeve, and handed it to the young man in front of him.

Jiang Xiaoman took the heavy sword made of dark iron into his hand, and he didn't realize that his hand sank.

Even if his cultivation was about to enter the innate realm, holding this Xuantie heavy sword in his hand at this time, he couldn't help but feel chills all over his body. target

Looking at the cold and cold light of the sword blade shining under the morning sun, he praised softly: "The sword qi is sharp and sharp, it is really a good sword." ”

Ghost Tiger laughed and said softly: "The iron sword of my Dugu clan is the sharpest one in the world, but it is the one that can turn a swordsman into a sword immortal the most. Although your surname is Jiang, you also have the blood of a lonely family. In the future, an iron sword should be taken from the sword mound in Beiliang City. ”

Jiang Xiaoman raised his head and glanced at the plaque with the three big characters of 'Wutong Temple', thought about it seriously, and asked, "My father, did he also take away an iron sword that belonged to him in Beiliang City?"

The ghost tiger bowed slightly, and said: "It's not just the son, the dark sword in the hands of the third master that makes the world daunting, and the dragon slaying in the hands of the eleventh master were all peerless famous swords that had not been born in the sword mound in Beiliang City for a hundred years. ”

After a pause, he continued: "I know that the little boy has been practicing guns since he was a child, and now that the unrepentant heavenly spear is approaching Dacheng, it is unlikely that he will practice swords instead. But the gun and the sword are inherently connected, and the unrepentant spear is the 'no regrets' of the first generation of Zhenbian soldiers born from my Dugu clan's "Wind and Thunder Sword Codex". ”

Jiang Xiaoman was stunned, and asked in surprise: "Uncle Ghost Tiger, are you saying that this Heavenly Spear is born from the sword technique of the Dugu clan?"

Haha laughed, Ghost Tiger said a little proudly: "That's true, because, the first generation of military candidates also has the blood of my Dugu clan flowing on their bodies!"

Seeing that Jiang Xiaoman didn't seem to believe it, the ghost tiger coughed lightly and said slowly: "The first generation of military candidates Jiang Dingbian, his mother, whose surname is Lonely, is the eldest daughter of the patriarch of my Dugu clan. The world only knows that the first generation of Zhenbian soldiers waited for the 'unrepentant heavenly spear' for the Great Xia Dynasty in exchange for the thirteen states of Nanling. But I didn't know that in the early years, he used the 'Wind and Thunder Sword Codex' of my Dugu clan to slash the thirty-two famous generals of the Northern Qin. Among them, the strongest one person has cultivated to the peak of the God King Realm, and it is the Bai Qi ancestor who is now called 'Human Tu' in Northern Qin, Bai Mo. And at that time, Jiang Dingbian's cultivation was only in the middle of the princely period!"

Killing the god king with a prince separated a great realm......

Jiang Xiaoman couldn't help but gasp, so bold and domineering.

Ghost Tiger was very satisfied with the young man's performance, and said with a smile: "Childe asked me to tell the little boy that this time I went north to Qin, and if I didn't regret it, the heavenly spear naturally couldn't be easily exposed in front of people." Therefore, when the little boy enters Beiliang City, he can go to the sword mound of Dugu's house to choose a suitable blade for himself. ”

Jiang Xiaoman nodded and muttered, "I see......

He understood what his father meant, and he didn't regret that the Heavenly Spear belonged to the Southern Regions Great Xia Border Army.

Although there is no war between the north and the south now, it seems to be calm.

But between Xia and Qin, there will inevitably be a bloody war once in a thousand years, but it is coming.

The heads of the Jiang clan are worth a lot of silver in the underground black market in the Northern Regions.

Once exposed in the Northern Qin Dynasty and recognized, it was undoubtedly a matter of turning himself into the target of public criticism for no reason.

He swung the dark iron heavy sword in his hand forward, and a cold light flashed away with the sound of a dragon's groan.

Not far away, among the lush mountains and forests, more than a dozen towering pines and cypresses that are 100 years old fall in the wind, splashing a place of fallen leaves and dust.

Jiang Xiaoman's eyes lit up, it was really unexpected.

Fang Cai used no regrets to shoot to control the Xuantie heavy sword, but he didn't expect that it would have such an effect.

Ghost Tiger looked excited, and his lips trembled slightly: "Little boy, you were born for swords!"

"Was you born to be a sword?" Jiang Xiaoman looked down at the iron sword in his hand and muttered softly.

But he suddenly felt that in the red sandalwood gun magazine behind him, the gentian silver gun seemed to tremble slightly, like a wronged child.

The reason why the divine soldier can be called a divine soldier is because the thousand-year-old inheritance has already had its own soldier soul, can perceive the master's state of mind, and communicate with the master's heart.

Jiang Xiaoman smiled, stretched out his hand and patted the gun magazine behind him, as if comforting.

Throwing the dark iron heavy sword back to the bearded man behind him, the young man spoke: "Uncle Ghost Tiger, I will go to Beiliang City, and I will also go to the Sword Shrine." But I want to say that although I am fortunate to be favored by Kenzuka, I will never give up guns in my life. ”

As if expected, the ghost tiger nodded with a smile, inserted the iron sword back into his back, looked at the young man in front of him and said, "It should be like this, the two blades, one long and one short, are not in conflict." I hope that the little boy will be like the first generation of military candidates in the future, and his guns and swords can be unparalleled in the world!"

Jiang Xiaoman smiled and looked into the distance, as if he was muttering to himself: "Moon stick, year knife, gun for a lifetime." ”

The sun finally rose completely, but the stars and moon did not completely fade.

At the foot of the mountain, the Lancang River, which flows through the north and south regions, is golden and magnificent against the backdrop of the sun.

At this moment, the long howl is in the wind, a river of stars and moons, and thousands of miles of rivers and sky.

Climb high and look far away, but there is no high place and unbearable cold.

The young man's heart should be like this, if he can be unparalleled with a gun and a sword.

The future is bound to be unstoppable.