Big waves wash the sand

Outside Yuyu Pass, there is a wilderness, and there is no human habitation for a hundred miles.

One day, a goshawk flew up from the pass, let out a long cry, and flew north without a trace.

A team of people also pushed the straw covered cart and walked out of the closed door.

The setting sun made Yuyu Pass blood red, and the Thirteen Guards of Cangya stood at the head of the city. The leading Tianshu Guard Xie Xichuan held his hands behind his back, watched the convoy go further and further, and ordered: "Close the city gate."

The sound of the tearing horn sounded in response, and it was dark.

No one noticed that a person was mixed into the convoy.

No one noticed that when the city gate was closed, two ghostly figures slipped out of the gate and followed the convoy all the way north.

The swordsman in green shirt turned into a talisman and hitched a ride for a hundred miles until he saw the plaque of "Northern Sword" before a gust of wind blew and floated into the city.

The convoy drove unimpeded all the way, and drove into the back door of the City Lord's Mansion without looking sideways, and then never came out again.

The blue-clothed swordsman leaned against the wall, and brought his half-touched finger to the tip of his nose: "Heh, the earth dragon is about to turn over?"

To the north of Yuyuguan, the Tianshun Dynasty has been lost for nearly a hundred years.

The emperor is old and dizzy, he only cares about pleasure, he has neither the heart to fight for power, nor the intention to regain his strength. The "Three Armies of Cangya", the dignified founding sword, was forced to draw back his sword, retreat to Sanqingguan, and spend all day with traffickers and pawns Preoccupied.

Even Beidao City was recovered by the locals themselves.

On the stage in the west of the city, the same story is being staged day after day, one black and one white, one knife and one sword.

The sword is the north sword, and the sword is the south sword.

The swordsman in green shirt drank a pot of tea, and the play was coming to an end.He looked to the side and asked the old man who had a sense of story: "From your point of view, the swordsmen and swordsmen are so magnificent, why haven't I heard of them before?"

The old man said: "You are too young."

The swordsman in green shirt touched his nose and said to himself, "I might be a few years older than you."However, he looked at the old man with a smile, and asked humbly: "Then ask the old man to clarify."

In this world, there are knives first and then swords.

Thousands of years ago, when the old martial arts were still in the former dynasty, there was a Beidaomen in the north, which was the ancestral home of swordsmen all over the world.It was once said that when the Yanbei knife came out, the situation faded away.

Later, with the rise of kendo, the southern land also produced a sword that fights iron. The North Sword and the South Sword fought for three days and three nights by the Changliu River, and the outcome was not decided.Since then, the name of Nanjian has been known all over the world, and swordsmen in the south even respect him as Nanjianzong.

Since then, it has been common for two people to walk side by side in the rivers and lakes. One holds the Yanbei Saber and the other wields an iron sword.

However, the good times didn't last long. In the last years of the former dynasty, the immortal way began, and the martial way declined.People in the world gradually began to use heavy swords and light swords, achieving the vicissitudes of "there were many swordsmen in ancient times, but now the lake is full of swords".

Since then, Beidaomen has declined and was destroyed in the chaos of war.

Immortal Dao flourished, and the old Martial Dao's Southern Sword Sect failed to continue in the end, and the legend of swordsmen and swordsmen stopped here.

The blue-clothed swordsman sat on a big tree, looking at the City Lord's Mansion.

22 years ago, the Yanbei Sword reappeared in the world, killing fierce men and returning to Beicheng, please return.In order not to get angry, the emperor of Tianshun Dynasty refused the request for surrender. From then on, Yannan, the master of this generation of Yanbei Swordsman, changed the name of the city to Beidao, and it became a zone of no control.

Nan Jian was also the one who assisted in the restoration of the city.I heard it came from heaven.

The blue-clothed swordsman smiled, the fairy way is flourishing, although the old man's stories are about martial arts, but most of them are exaggerated, so it is not accurate.He didn't understand Bei Dao, but Nan Jian Feng Kuan had been friends for many years. If he dared to come from the sky, let alone help kill the enemy, Tian Lei would have to chop him apart first.

A gust of wind blew from the south, and fallen leaves fell down his cheeks.

The blue-clothed swordsman spread out his palms to catch the fallen leaves, and the slightly yellowed leaves suddenly withered, and he rolled his eyes with a smile: "It's coming?"

He jumped off the big tree, straightened his clothes like a dog, stood in front of the city lord's mansion, took out a jade token from his Qiankun sleeve and handed it to the swordsman at the door, folded his sleeves and stood: "Poverty Taoist Lin Fuqing, please See you, Lord Tianyuan."

In the Tianshun Dynasty, there are a total of nine mighty kings.

Beidao Yannan is an exception.He is neither a member of the Nine Schools nor a member of the Immortal Dao, but just a Jiang Hu who practiced the old martial arts.But he defeated the previous Tianyuan Lord, so according to the rules, he is the new Tianyuan Lord.

Yannan is a typical northerner, tall and resolute, with sharp edges and corners. The dark military uniform sets him off even more sharply. I don't know if the saber aura is coming from the long knife at his waist or from his body. in the body.He himself is like a knife with a cold light.

"Your Majesty Tianyan, what can you do?"

"12 years ago, I missed the heroic appearance of Yanbei Dao, and now I am here to make up for it."

Yan Nanying raised her eyebrows: "Mr. Tianyan is here to avenge your little brother?"

Lin Fuqing was still smiling: "No."

At this moment, wild geese flew south, and the wind filled the sleeves of the robe.

A clear voice sounded outside the gate, hovering over the entire city lord's mansion: "Fang Fugui, the No. 13th disciple of the Tianyuan Sect, is carrying an iron sword, please fight Yanbei Dao."