The rain gradually stopped, but the sky was still dark.

Li Wenshuo carried Shuanglan's corpse on his back and walked aimlessly towards the south.

I don't know how long it took, the sky was covered with a touch of fish belly white, the vast desert clouds and fog sea were steadily holding out a round of red sun, and the round head of pure flame jumped out of the horizon again and again, climbed the back of the clouds, and shone in the sky......

The right arm was fixed with a wooden stick, the left hand was carrying a heavy broken tooth, and the Shuanglan on his back had become a great burden.

His body had reached its limit, and if he continued like this, he would not be able to get out of the prairie at all.

But he couldn't stop, it was too close to Guangyang Mountain, so close that someone could catch up with him at any moment.

And his current state, even a not-so-friendly herdsman on the steppe, could pose a huge threat to him.

At noon, although the sun in early spring was not very vicious, it quietly grabbed the water in his body, Li Wenshuo only felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and finally his eyes were dark and he fell to the ground.

With his mouth pressed against the dirt, he greedily sucked on the little bounty left by the rain last night.

The wound opened again, but no pain was felt at all.

Li Wenshuo was very sleepy, and he felt like he was going to die.

Slowly, it was pitch black, and the sound of rumbling horses' hooves was heard in my ears, and the ground trembled......

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Above the Liyang border city, Dugu Qiu occupied a table alone, his expression was cold, the chain mail was covered with dust, and most of his body was clean with the straight knife of the Liyang border army.

In front of him were a stack of pickles, a bowl of gruel, and two snow-white steamed buns.

At the same time, he was holding a steamed bun in his hand and munching on it.

It stands to reason that as a hussar general, even if he only relied on his own little salary, he would not only eat these things here every day.

Although he is beautiful on weekdays, his life is not as good as that of an ordinary little soldier, which also makes him famous in this small border city, although he does not want to be famous.

Although the border city is not big, it is not small, and he has been patrolling the city for so long today, even with his energy, he feels a little tired.

With a steamed bun in his mouth and a chopstick pickle in his hand, he was so stunned, frowned slightly, turned around, and saw a Taoist with a cow appear at the end of the long street, and walked in the direction of the city gate.

Different from Dugu's embarrassment, although this young Taoist is also covered in dust, he looks extremely clean, obviously in the world, but always has a sense of detachment and sanctification.

Catching a glimpse of the Dao sword on the Daoist's shoulder, Dugu Qiu suddenly raised a great alarm, and his hand unconsciously held the hilt.

He recognized the man because they had seen it before.

Although the young Taoist is still inconspicuous in the world at this time, in their circle, his name is really thunderous, Wudang Zhang Baoding, who is known as the little immortal, Zhang Yuanzhi's descendant disciple, among the five factions, the strongest of the younger generation.

Zhang Baoding's stomach growled, from last night to now, he has been on the road, he really hasn't eaten anything, he felt the peeping gaze, he was slightly stunned, raised his head and looked forward, and a real smile instantly appeared on his face.

"Senior Brother Dugu, it turns out that you are really here. ”

Zhang Baoding sat down opposite Dugu Qiu, and unceremoniously grabbed the steamed buns on the table, although there is competition between the five factions, but there is also a name for the five major factions, and it can also be said that it is the same as the foreign enemy.

That Dugu junior brother called out, Dugu Qiu can no longer have a trace of the idea of drawing a knife to each other, only a thick helplessness remains, among these five factions, except for the children who have just started, there are few people who are lower than him, basically a person can call him a junior brother.

"Senior brother is at this border, and his life is very leisurely. ”

Zhang Baoding picked up a chopstick pickle and put it in his mouth, tasted the brine squeezed out between his teeth, and nodded with satisfaction.

Dugu Qiu smiled bitterly and said: "Compared with Senior Brother walking the rivers and lakes, Kuang Fu is indeed more leisurely, dare to ask Senior Brother what he is doing here in a remote area, could it be that something happened here?"

Zhang Baoding shook his head and said: "Even if something happens in this city, it is a matter for the imperial court, and it has the Liyang border army to deal with it, so what does it have to do with the poor road." I just passed by, a few days ago night stargazing, only to see a small star that I have never seen before flickering in the sky, successively seven days continue to wander in the Taiwei Yuan, Tianshi Yuan Star District, and finally abruptly appeared near the crape myrtle wall, and meet the rare Taixing Chong Sun in a hundred years, I am afraid that there are demons infested, between seven days, I divined a dozen hexagrams, all pointing to show that the disaster is in the grassland. ”

Dugu Qiu heard it in a fog, and laughed dryly, although he respected the Daomen senior brother on Wudang Mountain, he really didn't want to believe in those mysterious and mysterious things, let alone any demons, just said that the senior brother was precious on the road, and he added two more vegetarian dishes for the first time.

......

Although the Kunlun sect is one of the five major sects, it has always had little contact with the disciples of the other four sects, and the disciples in the sect were born in this bitter cold place, indulging in kendo all day long, and some have never even set foot in the outside world in their lives.

But this does not shake the status of the Kunlun faction among the five factions, not only because Kunlun Mountain is the first treasure among the five factions, known as the title of the immortal land, but also because one hundred and twenty years ago, the Kunlun patriarch Yang Xuzhen Zhenren, standing on the top of the Kunlun Snow Mountain, holding the sword with one hand for seventeen, is the time to reverse the snow ridge wind for three breaths, the swordsmanship is almost supernatural, and the disciples in his door believe that if the ancestor is born a few decades later, even Shangguan Yu, the number one master in the world today, may not be able to match it.

"Huainanzi" records, there are big rice on Kunlun Xu, about four or five zhang thick, in the west of it there are pearl trees, jade trees, Xuan trees, immortal trees, as well as phoenixes and Luan birds, the sand tang tree and Lang Ji tree in the east of it, the south side of it has the Jiang tree, the eagle bird, the belly snake, the six Jiao, the flesh, the north side has the green tree, the Yao tree, the Wenyu tree, the phoenix Luan bird and so on.

The fruit on the immortal tree can be immortalized if eaten, and the beautiful jade grows on the Langji tree, which is the food of the phoenix and the bird.

Kunlun is 11,114 steps 2 feet 6 inches, and the mountain is stacked on top of each other, with nine layers.

But these are all legends, whether there are any of these things, these disciples on Kunlun Mountain know better than anyone else, and they have never seen Kunlun send even a single immortal immortal, but when it comes to the outside world, the statements of the people in Kunlun are quite consistent, that is, there are all.

At this moment, hundreds of Kunlun disciples rarely gathered together, looking at the three figures on the snow peak not far away with solemn expressions, the swords in their hands were unsheathed, and they all looked like they were facing a great enemy.

More than a dozen elders in the sect were also standing on the low hill on the side, and their expressions were slightly complicated.

They are also not young, and they have seen a lot of wind and rain in the rivers and lakes, and they recognize who the people on the snow peak are.

Sword Saint Shangguan Yu, as for the one holding a butter paper umbrella, although I haven't seen it, I'm afraid it's not only the assassin who ranks tenth in the world's martial arts list, as for the female baby, I didn't recognize it, but even if it was just the first two, it was enough for the entire Kunlun faction to drink a pot.

The Kunlun sect leader who was standing at the front narrowed his eyes slightly, different from the worry of the elders in the sect, he was faintly excited, and glanced at the sword in his hand, he was already seventy-two years old and inexplicably rose with a sense of pride.

He has practiced swords in Kunlun Mountain since he was a child, and the most revered person in this life is the ancestor Yang Xuzhen, although he does not doubt the swordsmanship of this Shangguan Yu, but after all, he is also a person who practices swords, as long as he has never fought, most of them have the idea of competing with him.

The climate on the top of Kunlun Mountain is extremely harsh, and the violent north wind rolls dense snow flakes, straight to the face, if it is not for the magical butter paper umbrella, so that the wind and snow can not enter, otherwise even if Chen Yiyi has now reached the realm of Xianfeng, I am afraid that he will not be able to bear it.

But the old man who is most afraid of the cold on weekdays does not hide under the umbrella.

He didn't even wear those thick furs, but he was dressed in a thin white coat, and in the wind and snow, his clothes were fluttering, and his tall body stood in the wind, not showing the slightest old age.

Shangguan Yu squinted slightly, and under the gaze of thousands of pairs of eyes, his right hand stretched forward slightly, holding the hilt of the sword in the invisible wind and snow, and the wind and snow in his palm became a sword.

The sword in the hand of the Kunlun Sect Master let out a sharp tremble, and several elders of the Xuanche Realm around him were a little unbearable, their faces were pale, and they looked at the Palm Sect beside them with a shocked expression.

Feeling that strong battle intent, hundreds of nearly a thousand Kunlun disciples were a little excited, looking at the white clothes on the top of the mountain, and then at the palm of the sect standing with a sword, faintly looking forward to it.

Shangguan Yu also felt that fighting intent, and smiled slightly, is it not bad to break through the army and go to the realm? It is not bad, it is not far from the Kunlun Patriarch one hundred and twenty years ago.

But this just made him feel gratified, glad that the way of the sword is not declining, and that there are still clever swordsmen in this world, without any superfluous emotional changes.

for he is also the man of the sword in the world.

As long as he has a sword in his hand, whether it is the three-foot broken tooth or the sword of the wind and snow now, then there will be no more sword in the world.

With a wave of the sword in his right hand, the wind and snow in his palm were scattered, and a sword was out, and there was no trace of sword energy, but the head of Kunlun was face changed greatly, and he took a step forward unconsciously, looking at the scene in front of him, the muscles on his face trembled, and he faintly couldn't believe it.

The elders and disciples of Kunlun Mountain were no better, staring at everything in front of them with wide eyes, and their hearts were equally terrified.

In the spring of the eighteenth year of Jingde, the sword saint Shangguan Yu ascended to the top of Kunlun, borrowed the ice and snow of heaven and earth into a sword, and swung a sword, and the wind of the snow ridge flowed back half of the tea, and the sword strength still did not dissipate.

Kunlun Zhangjiao's face flushed, the long sword in his hand hung down weakly, laughed self-deprecatingly twice, and no longer had the idea of drawing the sword.