The mist like a sand towel surrounds the majestic mountains, like floating in the water, misty like a fairyland.

It was early in the morning, the sun was just showing a faint light, and there were no pedestrians in the town at the foot of the hill, and even the most diligent merchants were not open at this time.

But there was already a man on the mountain road, covered in wind and dust, and his black clothes were covered with scratches and grass clippings, like a man asking for food.

The panther at the foot of the mountain snored, but did not open its eyes, as it had been for many years when the young man had gone up the mountain.

But the young man still bowed his head to the panther, and then without waiting for the panther to respond, he climbed the mountain in silence, and all of this felt extremely familiar to him.

The mountain trail at your feet.

The damp and cold morning fog beside him.

Flowers and rocks on the side of the road.

It was all refreshed, and every pore was cheering.

This is Huashan, which used to be his home.

After being away from home for more than three years, now he is back again, without the slightest hometown timidity mentioned in the poem, he just wants to meet his master and his brother sooner.

......

And hurry up and meet the girl who often asks for rouge.

Oh no, it's time to call Senior Sister.

Thinking of this, the corners of Dugu Qiu's mouth hooked up a touch of arc, and he smiled lightly, feeling that he had hardly slept these days, and he had rushed here desperately, tired of three horses, everything was worth it.

Unconsciously, the thousand-level stone steps had come to an end, and there were already the shouts of young disciples in my ears, as well as the sonorous dragon-like sword roar.

The voice was pleasant to the ear, and Dugu Qiu's heart became faster and faster, and even his steps were a little faster, and in the blink of an eye, the tall and thin figure appeared on the magnificent sword floor.

Sure enough, although I haven't seen him for three years, the eight hundred green shirts are still as tall as a pine, and the sword intent is like autumn.

nodded with satisfaction, looked forward, and saw that in front of the eight hundred people, there was a person who led the sword and moved, he also knew, his name was Lin Huaixing, he was one of his senior brothers, he was extremely good on weekdays, and his cultivation was also hard.

At this time, Lin Huaixing also looked over.

Unexpectedly, after not seeing him for such a long time, Senior Brother Lin turned out to be the first apprentice of Huashan, I don't know where Senior Brother Beihai is now, what he is doing, I really miss him.

Dugu Qiu thought like this, only to hear a greeting from the front: "Who is coming, Huashan Heavy Land, idle people, etc., quickly retreat." ”

The standard way of driving people out of famous families, when he was a child, he watched his senior brother Lin Tingtao say this to many people who didn't understand the rules, and he only felt extremely handsome at that time.

......

Xiaoyaozi pinched a white child with his fingers, frowned slightly, and was thinking about where to play on the chessboard, and then looked at the opposite side, no one was sitting, and he was actually playing chess with himself, which was also quite strange.

In the past few years, although the professor's beloved apprentice for many years has not been around, he has become more and more dusty, and his cultivation has become higher and higher.

Suddenly, his fingers trembled, his eyes widened, ignoring the stunned look of the boy who brought the tea, his big sleeve waved on the chessboard, and all the chess pieces flew up and fell into the urn.

Two urn chess pieces, black and white, this hand alone, placed in the ordinary world, can be called a fairy means.

But right now, although this old fairy has a white beard and white eyebrows, and looks exactly like a fairy, he rushed out in a hurry, quite impatient, and did not have the slightest fairy demeanor.

......

Dugu Qiu smiled bitterly, thinking about his current appearance, his face was full of stubble, sloppy, living like a middle-aged rough man in his thirties and forties, not to mention Senior Brother Huaiyi, even if Senior Sister Mu Hibiscus came here, she might not recognize herself.

"Senior brother, it's me. ”

Lin Huaiyi was slightly stunned, although he saw that this person was mentally sluggish, but his qi was extremely strong, he thought that he was a martial arts person who came up to the mountain to challenge, and he was quite careful.

But at this moment, I heard this senior brother, his voice was hoarse, and he had no impression at all, and when he looked at it, although the person looked at his face, he was indeed a little familiar between his eyebrows and eyes.

His thoughts suddenly pulled him back to many years ago.

The little junior brother who followed him all day long, clamoring to practice swords with him.

"Senior Brother Dugu?"

There were bursts of exclamations from the crowd, and more and more people recognized him, some happy, some happy, some puzzled, and surprised, but there was no dissatisfaction.

Huashan disciples, the same qi and branches, although Dugu Qiu left Huashan back then, but did not have a bad relationship with his own brothers, before leaving, he really convinced this group of swordsmen whose hearts are higher than the sky.

A person suddenly rushed out of the crowd, carrying a long sword, with a look of excitement on his face, rushed to Dugu Qiu's body, punched him in the chest, and said with a laugh: "Senior brother, you are finally willing to come back, these days when you are away, senior brother is bored to death." ”

Dugu Qiu also has a smiling face, and the person who came is Lin Beihai, his best friend in Huashan.

Suddenly, Dugu Qiu turned his head to look west, only to see an old man flashing like an immortal among the mountains and rocks, and in a few breaths, he crossed a distance of several hundred zhang and came to the top of the sword flat.

Dugu Qiu looked at the old man who raised him, his eyes were suddenly a little moist, his voice was hoarse and speechless, and he choked up and said, "Master." ”

Xiaoyaozi also looked at the apprentice in front of him.

Although Dugu Qiu is no longer a disciple of Huashan, he is still his apprentice after all, and in the rivers and lakes, between master and apprentice, like between father and son, the relationship is easy and unbreakable.

Nothing to say for a long time.

Xiaoyaozi sighed and said: "It's been three years, I heard that you went to the border to guard and kill the enemy chieftain, and it is not an insult to my prestige in Huashan, but today the border is in chaos, and the barbarians are messing with my rivers and mountains, so at such a critical juncture, what are you doing when you come back?"

As soon as these words came out, countless young Huashan disciples looked at Dugu Qiu's eyes with a fine light, full of eager envy and longing.

What do they practice swords for?

It's not for some ethereal kendo to reach the top, but to show revenge in your heart and slack your heart!

The family and the country are in trouble, and the man should protect the family and defend the country, this is what a real man should do, without any reason!

Dugu Qiu bowed his head and was silent, and said in a deep voice: "In vain, come back and get ten thousand swords." ”

"The sword is not a killing weapon, I see that you are vigorous, and your sword energy is at its peak, if you want to come to the battlefield, you can use it to kill the enemy, and a knife is enough. ”

"It's not enough, with this knife, I can't kill Wuyangu. ”

The mountains exclaimed.

Wuyan Gu is known as the King of Jiuli, and he is the eighth pinnacle master in the world on the martial arts list.

Countless Huashan disciples were ashamed to hear this, and they were still comparing themselves with their junior disciples, thinking about what would happen if they fell on the battlefield.

But just when they were thinking about how to make a name for themselves in the rivers and lakes, their little junior brother had already prepared to kill the world's peak masters, and the two were no longer at the same level at all.

Xiaoyaozi was naturally extremely relieved in his heart, but the strength of that Wuyan Gu was real, even if he was himself, he was not a little sure that he was the opponent of the barbarian, and he was a little worried at the moment.

"That Wuyan Gu is Wang Li's mortal enemy, the two will eventually have a fight, and they will be extremely heroic when they want to come, and you don't need to worry about this matter. ”

After all, Xiaoyaozi is a person outside the world, and when he thinks about the battlefield, he still uses the attitude of a martial artist.

But Dugu Qiu shook his head, and his voice was a little eager.

"No, Daliang City may not be able to wait, if I don't kill that Wuyangu, the enemy's army will overwhelm the border, and it will be difficult for Daliang City to defend it!"

"Who told you these things. ”

"General Yang Qingyang. ”

Xiaoyaozi was stunned, he had heard of the back tiger, but he had never heard of the back tiger's name Yang Qing, but with his intelligence, after a little thought, he guessed the probable one and said, "You don't have to go." ”

"Why?"

"Because Daliang City has been lost, although there is no news about the back tiger, if he has some backbone and is not captured, it is estimated that he has already died at the hands of the enemy. ”

Dugu Qiu only felt that his head was buzzing, and Master's words were like a thunderbolt from the sky, constantly echoing in his mind, and he was not gone for a long time, making him dizzy and almost unsteady on his feet.

He forcibly used his powerful cultivation to stabilize his body, gritted his teeth and said, "This is impossible!"

Yes, it's simply not possible!

The walls of Daliang City are thick, the water and food in the city are abundant, easy to defend and difficult to attack, and there are tens of thousands of troops, even if you change to a battlefield veteran who doesn't know the art of war at all, you can guard him for ten days and eight months.

What's more, the man?

That black-faced general, how could he die so quietly, didn't he say, let me come back with that sword to kill Wuyangu?