The bitter cold land of the border!

From the day of the founding of the country, this was an abandoned land, covered by ice and snow all year round, and the cold wind was extremely difficult even for the able-bodied soldiers. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After the dynasty was settled, the royal family deliberately cut the expenses of the army, so that the life of the soldiers became more and more difficult, and they even began to fear the coming of night.

No one knows if when they wake up the next day, their companions will turn into a cold corpse!

But this is now coming to an end with the arrival of a man.

That year, King Hua'an came to this fiefdom that belonged to him, but because the actions of the royal family completely chilled the hearts of the soldiers, in the first few months of his arrival, all the trivial matters of life needed to be done by himself.

Those soldiers just wanted to see how this prince who came from the royal capital lived alone in this miserable place.

In their impression, the people of the royal family are all rich and noble children who are used to fine clothes and fine food, and they are basically little white faces who can't lift their hands or carry them on their shoulders, even if this is a foundation building cultivator, they can't change their impression.

But the arrival of King Hua'an made their impression of the royal family change slightly.

After coming here for a few months, he got up every day, washed, eaten, and practiced very regularly, and he was also extremely skilled in carrying water and chopping wood, lighting a fire and cooking, as if he had always lived like this, which was completely different from the prince in their memory.

How could they know about the suffering of King Hua'an, who had low talent since he was a child, and was the most unappreciated prince, and the maids who took care of him didn't care about him as a prince at all, and they couldn't see anyone all day long.

Therefore, he learned to do laundry and cook since he was a child, except that he could get a lot of cultivation resources from his mother every month, which was no different from the children of ordinary people's families.

After the death of his mother, his father's inaction made him even more disgusted with this filthy place, so he left the royal capital without saying a word, and he felt that this place was more suitable for him than there.

On a rare sunny day, he could see the blue sky, and the snow-covered earth gave him an ethereal feeling.

Walking on the snowfield, the lone wolf that travels, and the eagle that fights the sky, he feels like a fish in the sea, as if this is his real destination.

After months of life, the attitude of the soldiers here towards him has changed greatly, and they will say hello when they meet him on the way.

But no matter how optimistic they are, they can't change that this is the forbidden land of the human race, and every day there are people struggling on the death line, fighting against the bitter cold.

One day, a figure staggered into King Hua'an, that is, Jiang Mu's camp.

"Why are you so flustered?"

Jiang Mu, who was flipping through the classics, saw the person coming, closed the book in his hand, and looked at the person with some doubts.

He recognized that it was a centurion here, named Jiang Li, but they basically didn't have any contact with each other in the past, how could he come here.

As soon as Jiang Li entered the tent, he knelt on the ground, bowed to Jiang Mu without saying a word, his forehead rested against the cold and hard ground, and said angrily: "If it is an ordinary trivial matter, the subordinates will naturally not come to bother the adults, but the commander will be almost dying, the subordinates know that the adults have the ability to fly to the sky and the earth, and they are rare living immortals, so I implore you to save the commander!"

Known as a living immortal, Jiang Mu did not show the slightest joy, but felt sad, this army used to be the dynasty's hundred battle heroes, naturally there will be no shortage of cultivators, Jin Dan and Yuan Ying are even more dozens.

But after the end of the war, the royal family took away all the cultivators and generals, leaving only some ordinary soldiers and a small number of qi cultivators, and let them garrison the frontier.

With the passage of time, there are fewer and fewer cultivators who are willing to come here every year, and the cultivators here either die in battle or leave, and today, cultivators have become a legendary existence for them.

Thinking of this, he had to praise the royal family he was born in, the rabbit and the dog cooked this hand is really good, but this is cheap for him.

He still remembers the death of his mother and what happened to him.

He doesn't think he's a saint, and he can still greet him with a smile after being punched, and it's disgusting.

What was once owed to him will be reclaimed a hundredfold, and this bitter cold place will give him a new starting point, and one day, he will drag that fellow from the high throne like a dead dog to the top, and let him see how this kingdom that has been passed down for so many years will fall in his hands.

On that day, he pulled the dying Commander back from the brink of death in an almost miraculous way, and at the same time opened the door to a new world in the hearts of those soldiers.

Sitting in the bitter cold land of the border, Jiang Mu gathered hundreds of thousands of aborigines who were called barbarians in the mainland, and opened missionaries in various places to teach them all the exercises and spells he knew.

And they really didn't disappoint him, almost one out of every hundred people will be suitable for cultivation, among which the ice talent is the mainstay, because the aborigines have strong physical fitness, and the path they choose is mostly martial arts.

A body of ice martial arts, their combat effectiveness has greatly increased on this snow field.

However, these are only carried out in secret, Jiang Mu knows that the royal family will not really exile him, and there must be nails planted by the royal family around him.

It is precisely because of his vigilance that the Supervision Department has not caught him for a hundred years, and has only passed some inconsequential things to the king.

However, an accident causes his secret to be leaked.

Those aborigines who were subdued by him began to expand their power around them under his instructions, and in front of their thousands of martial cultivators, even if most of them were in the Qi cultivation period, this was a gap in quality.

The army formed by Wu Xiu was like a sharp knife cutting off pieces of land and putting them into Jiang Mu's bag, but not all the land outside the territory of Daqian was in the hands of waste.

During an invasion, their actions accidentally provoked a mid-Yuan Infant guy, causing most of the thousands of martial cultivators to fall, and even chased them all the way to the camp.

Coincidentally, the Yuanying cultivators under his command were all sent out by him to carry out a mission, causing the Yuanying cultivator to enter a no-man's land, and the wanton destruction forced Jiang Mu to no longer be able to hide, otherwise his hundred years of accumulation would be ruined.

On that day, he showed his true cultivation for the first time, and the spiritual power of the late Yuan Infant swept through the entire bitter cold land.

Unlike other beings who use demonic means to forcibly improve their cultivation, his background is surprisingly profound, but his green hair turns into white hair, which looks a little strange with his handsome young appearance.

Facing the rampant Yuan Infant cultivator, he casually stretched out his right hand, and with just one palm, he knocked it into the dust from an unreachable height.

The flesh and blood body that had been tempered thousands of times with spiritual power exploded into a rain of blood in an instant, and Yuan Ying was even more held in his hand by the giant hand of spiritual power that he had condensed, no matter how he struggled, he couldn't shake it in the slightest.

Xu Mu didn't kill him, but just erased his sanity, refined him into a demon, and guarded the base camp for him, which was even more vicious than killing him.

At the same time, the scene of his suppression of the Yuan Infant Cultivator was recorded by the Supervision Department lurking in the military camp and sent to the royal capital.

Since then, the name of waste materials that has been pressing on his head for a hundred years has completely disappeared, and everyone subconsciously calls him out: King Hua'an! )