The blood-soaked night sky was finally pierced by a starlight.

It was the light of a dull star.

But the light was so dazzling, as if it had exhausted all the power left of the star.

It came from a dome tens of thousands of miles away, and it ran through this world like a pillar of force connecting heaven and earth.

Shine on the faces of every living being in this world.

It is a warm and peaceful force, the soothing of the spring breeze, and the sweetness of the clear spring.

All living beings fell to their knees at this time.

That is not surrender, nor is it submission. It's admiration.

It is admiration from the heart and soul.

And south of Chang'an, north of Yunzhou.

There is a mountain. It is called Tianmen Mountain.

There is an attic on the top of Tianmen Mountain, called Xingchen Pavilion.

The people of the Star Pavilion naturally thought that it was very simple to think of it.

And outsiders want to go to the Star Pavilion, but there is only one way - to climb the ladder!

It was a long, long staircase.

It was so long that countless people who wanted to go to the Star Pavilion finally died on this long staircase.

But there are still countless people who flock to it. Because it is rumored that the Star Pavilion is a very magical place, it can fulfill any of your wishes, from being rich to rivaling the country to cultivating to the heavens, as long as you can pay the corresponding price, anything can happen here.

Of course, there are also some lucky people who have managed to make it here.

For example, hundreds of years ago, the Demon King of the Northern Lands who was under the army came to the city obtained something here, extending the lifespan of his demon kingdom for hundreds of years.

Another example is the man now.

He was in his mid-fifties, dressed in a dark coat with felt on his shoulders and snow stains on it. The snow seemed to have been on the garment for a long time, and it had stuck to the fluff on it, but strangely, it still showed no signs of melting.

The corners of his mouth are also a little scumbag, but they are not messy, he is well organized, and there is a little crane hair in the green silk on his head, but he is also meticulously combed.

Just like the look on his face now, meticulous. Not happy, not sad, not angry, not stupid. It was a face that was so serious that it was almost cold.

And he was now trudging up a long staircase.

In front of him were steps hidden in the clouds, with no end in sight. Behind him, too, were steps that stretched to a distant place that he couldn't tell.

He's been gone for a long time.

From the spring breeze to the summer, from the fallen leaves to the snow.

But he was not impatient, nor tired, and even the expression on his face was exactly the same as when he stepped on the first steps, without the slightest change, even the slightest change.

Because he knew he would get there.

And just as that pillar of light rose, his eternal face finally had a slight change that was almost imperceptible.

His steps froze suddenly, and then he turned his head to look at where the pillar of light had risen.

It should be Chang'an.

That star should be called Yuheng.

He thought so. The bottom of my heart is inexplicably churning.

So he stared at the withering star for a long time.

After that, he turned around.

It was such a resolute turn, as if it was going to be cut off from something.

Then he took another step towards the top of the hill where he didn't know where it ended.

At that moment, an incomparably bright star in the night sky began to twinkle, and a light so dazzling that he could hardly look at it directly sprinkled on his back. He walked like a lonely traveler in such starlight.

"Tianshu, Tianquan, Tianji, Tianxuan, Shaguang, Yuheng. His mouth was like a dream, and he began to mutter a string of names.

"It's a pity, but there is no open sun. He said this, and his voice echoed like a sigh on the mountainside.

And a tear slipped from his eyes at this moment.

Hit the cold stone steps, splashing a fleeting lotus flower.

West of Chang'an. Xiling Pass.

This is a pass that has survived for a long time.

It is the junction of Xiliang and Zhongzhou, and it is also the last barrier against the barbarians.

Then in the starlight of the night, you can see that there are bursts of smoke and dust rising, accompanied by bursts of neat and powerful roars.

It was a heroic army on the march.

They were dressed in armor, armed with spears and halberds, and carried long knives at their waists. Although the wind and dust are in the dust, his face is solemn. In the team, from time to time, you can see battle flags fluttering in the wind.

It was a rare battle flag, and it was pitch black, with the big word "North" written on it in red dye.

They flickered in the night, like a flame in full swing.

At the front of the line was a man sitting on a black warhorse. And not far behind him was followed by a carriage.

The man was dressed in black armor, his face was as cold as a dry well for ten thousand years, and his lips were scarlet as if he had drunk blood.

His gaze was fixed on the majestic pass ahead.

He knew that after passing here, there was Xiliang in front of him.

That's where he thinks about it day and night. He had paid too much and carried too many sins to get back here.

He looked there, and before he knew it, he was a little distracted.

And at this moment, something suddenly lit up behind him, and his cold face changed.

"Stop!" he shouted, and the 100,000 troops behind him ordered a ban. A huge cloud of dust also rose because of the sudden halt of the army.

The man wanted to turn around to see something, but an unknown fear made him hesitate.

But in the end, he turned around.

What caught his eye was the pillar of light that suddenly rose in the far east.

He knew very well that it was Chang'an.

And his body also began to tremble inexplicably at this moment.

Jingling.

There was a soft sound, and the curtain of the carriage with wind chimes hanging behind him was lifted, and out of it came a beautiful face, which looked at the man suspiciously with her big eyes that seemed to be able to speak, as if to ask him why he had stopped marching.

But the man was unaware of her inquiry.

His hand suddenly lifted again.

"Get out of the way!" he said.

When his voice just fell, the herald beside him raised his breath and echoed: "Give way!"

A loud voice slammed into the night.

The dense row of soldiers in front of him retreated to both sides like a tide, making way for a foot-wide path in the middle of the line.

The man held the whip in his hand and patted the horse's body hard, and the black war horse roared, and then headed towards Chang'an. It wasn't until the end of the line that the man pulled the reins and stopped his horse.

Then, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he took off the black helmet from his head and jumped off his horse.

Plop.

The man knelt down in the direction of the pillar of light.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Three muffled sounds.

In this way, he bowed three times in front of everyone.

And these three times, he used great force, and without the slightest spiritual power to protect his body, a blood mark was knocked out on his forehead at this time.

"Master rest assured. ”

"Tianlan's oath, Tongxuan will never forget!"

He said this to the pillar of light, then slammed to his feet and stepped onto his horse.

"Let's go, day and night! Go straight to Xiliang!"

His voice suddenly rang out, echoing in the thick of the night.

South of Chang'an and east of the Li River.

The surging water of the Li River, rising from the towering Zangyun Mountain in the extreme west, gathers hundreds of rivers. It had to merge with the Cangjiang River in Wanzhou, and finally gathered a huge momentum on the east bank of the Jiangdong River and rushed into the sea.

This river is endless, and it is a thousand years in a flash.

And the reefs on the Baique Ferry have been beaten by the turbulent waves for nearly a thousand years.

But they stood there as if they had taken root, and they were not shaken for a thousand years, despite the wind and waves.

It's like a group of swordsmen from Jiangdong, silent but firm.

And now, there is such a swordsman, standing on that reef.

It was a man who looked to be in his thirties.

He had a scruffy beard, messy hair, and was dressed in an inky brocade robe.

But his eyes were bright, and there were bursts of purple glow in them.

He seemed to have been standing there for a long time, and he just looked at the turbulent river, and looked at the faintly visible prosperity on the other side of the river.

Li River. It's like a moat, dividing Jiangdong and Chang'an into two worlds.

There are people from there who die in Jiangdong and cannot return.

There are also people who go here, who died in Chang'an and cannot return.

He didn't know where he would be buried, but he knew that in two months' time, he would have to go there and take down the head they had wanted for generations.

This is his mission and his destiny.

And at this moment, a pillar of light that pierced through the heavens and the earth rose in the city he was about to go to.

His face changed, and the hand holding the knife trembled violently.

Plop!

A figure suddenly fell behind him.

It was a young man who looked a little immature, he carried a long knife on his back, wore an inky brocade robe, and seemed to be a swordsman too.

"Big brother, why are you here! I've been looking for you for a long time, and the eldest and second uncles are waiting for you to discuss the matter of crossing the river in two months!?" said the young man, but his face flashed with excitement.

But the man with his back to him did not respond, and the boy looked through his back and saw that the man's hand holding the knife was bruised by the force he had exerted.

"What's wrong with you, big brother?" the boy asked softly again sensing the man's strange appearance.

But the man remained silent.

The young man felt a little strange, and he was about to ask again, but the man's deep voice suddenly sounded at this moment.

"Condensation. He called out the boy's name.

"Eh!" replied the young man, looking at the man's back, his eyes shining with reverence. He knew that in two months, this man would lead them into Chang'an and settle a century-old grudge.

"Go back and tell the uncle that the crossing of the river has been postponed for a month. ”

"Ahh

If it weren't for the scruples that there was one in Chang'an City, they would have crossed the river as early as that star was lit.

And just when all this was ready, the man told him that he would have to wait for another month, and the young man who was called Ning Feng couldn't help but be surprised and suspicious.

"The elders died, and within three months, the soldiers were bloodless. ”

The man didn't hear his doubts, but after dropping such a sentence, his figure flashed and he walked away with a knife.

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