Jun Gu

I don't know how long I walked in the dark tunnel. Unlike I imagined, this tunnel can be said to be clean, except for the smell of mold and ice crystals, there is nothing else.After a long time, it finally dawned on me.

At the end of the tunnel was a dry well covered by wind and snow. Murong Linjiang kicked the ice that blocked the exit of the tunnel and jumped out of the well.And all he saw were three things, bones, ruins, and ice and snow.

There used to be such a village in the snowfield above the abyss.Suddenly there was a rustling sound in the snow, he cautiously entered a building that looked like a private house, opened the dilapidated door, and there was a bound silver-haired girl lying on a messy bed!The moment the silver-haired girl saw Murong Linjiang, her pupils dilated, and her chapped lips desperately wanted to tear off the cloth that sealed her mouth.

However, before he had time to think about it, a somewhat sinister voice suddenly came from somewhere in this desolate place, "I didn't expect to find this place." Murong Linjiang suddenly turned around, and the person who caught his eyes was a man wearing a mask in white. The person wearing the bamboo hat, "No name..." Murong Linjiang narrowed his eyes and said, but he was not surprised.Sure enough, the sign of the seal being torn was indeed because someone was lurking in the Hidden City. "That's right, I recognize this old man." Wuming grinned grimly, "You probably want to know why this village was destroyed? Hahahahaha, go die with these questions."

Murong Linjiang took the lead and slashed fiercely with his knife. The two of them flew out of the house at the same time, and stood each other on the street of the dilapidated village covered by thick snow.

Wuming suddenly stretched out two skeleton palms from behind the pale robe, and rushed towards Murong Linjiang with his teeth and claws.Murong Linjiang's Mingjiao white cloak was raised, and two red scimitars flew out of his hands, like two small whirlwinds, one left and the other right towards the skeleton claw.At the same time, a silver light flashed in the boot, and a two-foot-long sword flowed into his right hand like a flying cloud, and he swung the sword backhand, twisting and turning, and pierced Wuming's chest.

But the moment the stabbing sword was unsheathed, Murong Linjiang seemed to see Wuming's ugly face hidden under the white veil showing a triumphant mockery, accompanied by Wuming's hands open, defenseless.Murong Linjiang didn't have time to react, "Boom!" The silver-white snow field scrambled to break apart, and frozen, half-rotten human hands stretched out from the ground, pointing directly at his feet.

Murong Linjiang trembled, stepped on one of the rotten hands, leaped into the sky, turned around in the background of the dark clouds, and kicked out the two red whirlwinds with both feet.The whirlwind instantly turned into a red meteor, heading towards the nameless.Wuming did not dodge, the snow under his feet broke open again, a half-rotten naked man crawled out of the ground whimpering like a monster, his bones were exposed on half of his face, his eyes were pitch black, his left and right lips were distorted up and down, his body almost Frozen scavengers remained everywhere.He opened his bloody mouth wide, twisted his hands wildly, and the two scimitars pierced deeply into his chest and shoulders to a depth of two feet.Before Murong Linjiang fell to the ground, he kicked the zombie-like dead man away, stabbed Wuming straight with his sword, and under the light of the sword, Wuming was only a short distance away!

However, Bai Sensen's shadows appeared behind Murong Linjiang one after another, like octopus-like shadows swaying on the snow.

The sharp silver gleaming stabbing sword stopped three inches in front of Wuming's nose, and Murong Linjiang's limbs were all tightly entangled by the sudden increase in bone hands, unable to move.Wuming squinted his eyes, and his disdainful eyes swept over Murong Linjiang's whole body. The mechanically hoarse and creepy voice echoed in Murong Linjiang's ears, "Lingxue Pavilion is completely worthless, so let's kill them all."

"Hahahahaha!" Murong Linjiang suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, two red comets flew back as if they appeared out of nowhere, one left and one right pierced through the bone hands that bound Murong Linjiang's hands, Murong Linjiang danced the knife very fast Quick, red light flowed up and down the body, "Snap!" The bone hand snapped off at the sound, Wuming's originally cold face seemed to show a trace of surprise, and disappeared without a trace in an instant, Murong Linjiang felt as if his throat was being strangled Breathless, startled, he quickly turned around and stabbed his sword back, "Bang!" A rusty steel knife was knocked into the air, and it turned out to be another corpse, and Wuming stood behind the corpse as if chanting singing something. "The ball of the netherworld!" A ball of crimson burning fire suddenly opened in Wuming's palm, expanding instantly, and directly devoured the corpse in front of Murong Linjiang, "Can't avoid it!?" Murong Linjiang hesitated for a moment, Both feet were seized by the claws of the undead protruding from the snow, "Boom!" Murong Linjiang's coat was instantly engulfed in flames, and he rolled off the cliff while burning, and quickly disappeared into the abyss. Turning around without looking, there was a muffled sound in the empty valley.

Wuming snorted coldly, and walked back into the room, only to find that the silver-haired girl's neck was cut open, and bright red blood flowed out.He stepped forward suddenly, sniffed, but he was already out of breath.

In November of the 13th year of Tianbao, Datang withdrew its troops from Cangyue Pass, and the Cangyue Legion and the Snow-Treading Legion embarked on the road back to Bailongkou.

The burning smell wafted from Cangyue Pass in the distance, and Li Yinshang, who was in a coma, suddenly woke up in the carriage, staring at the window, Gu Qingshu understood, and opened the curtains.

Li Yinshang's jade-like eyes stared closely at the burning arrow tower in Cangyue Pass for a long, long time until he could no longer see it.

Cangyue Pass, established for decades, was burned.

He closed his eyes silently, Gu Qingshu noticed the tears streaming down from the corner of Li Yinshang's eyes, but didn't say anything more.Next to Gu Qingshu in the cart were two broken swords, one with a broken blade only two feet long, and the other a rusty three-foot sword.Suddenly, Li Yinshang's hand was pulled away, as if he wanted to reach out and grab the two swords, but his hand was hanging in the air, but he couldn't grab anything.Gu Qingshu's heart trembled, he immediately took his hand, and gently placed it on the Canshu sword.

"Is this the Remnant Green Sword?" Gu Qingshu held up another rusty sword with both hands, and from time to time, a purple light similar to the Remnant Sword appeared on the sword.

"Master said, you... two swords together will bring disaster." Li Yinshang murmured.

Gu Qingshu was taken aback, but didn't hear clearly "What?" When he looked at Li Yinshang, he found that the latter had closed his eyes and said nothing.

Outside the carriage, Ning Wu stared at the carriage from time to time, his eyes were full of sadness.Shi Yun, who was riding the horse, was a little worried, and reached out to pat Ning Wu who was in a daze, "The prince is seriously injured, it is not your responsibility."

Ning Wu slammed his fist on the saddle, and the horse let out a howl to express his uneasiness, "I hate that such a frail body can't hold a sword to defend the king!" If only he could know swordsmanship, he thought so.

The army returned to Fengyang, but before entering the city, many people in Fengyang held up banners with banners saying "Welcome the Lord to Fengyang", "The Wall of Cangyue Pass", "Jiannan Barrier", and lined the road to welcome Cang Yue Guan Shoujun, Fengyang Yuan Garrison.

"Yin Shang, listen, the people of Fengyang are cheering for you to come back." Gu Qingshu opened the curtain, leaned on Li Yinshang's ear, and said softly.The latter is just breathing evenly, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

In Chang'an City, in an inn, Lang Wu's voice of pushing open the door was a bit heavy, obviously his expression was not good. "Jianxue, you never told me that Ning Jingyuan can make the "New Moon Mirror Sky Style" of the New Moon Sect!"

"Ziye, you killed my apprentice regardless of the plan! If I hadn't personally gone to Nanping Mountain to rescue him, he would have died!" Jianxue was obviously also very excited, with a look of annoyance on his brows, and swords were on the verge of breaking out in the small room, with swords on both sides in the palm of your hand.

"The uselessness of heaven and earth has already hurt half of me. If I don't fight with all my strength, I'm afraid I won't be able to protect myself. Besides, you won't let me reveal the whole story. How can I ignore my plan!?" , the mood is also extremely complicated.

"..." Jian Xue was silent for a moment, as if suppressing her anger, "I warned you earlier, did you listen?"

The conversation in the room suddenly turned cold. Could it be that some people from the New Moon Sect survived back then?Jianxue intends to change the subject, "Zi Ye, did the imam miss?"

"Well, that's right, I failed to bring Gu Qingshu back." Lang Wu walked to the table, picked up the teapot and poured himself a small cup of clear tea.

Jian Xue's face suddenly became serious, "I feel that there is more than one person named Wuming. The Wuming we seriously injured may be just a stand-in..."

The teacup Zi Ye raised paused in mid-air, "What did you say?"

Jianxue lowered her head and silently nodded, "It feels like our every move is caught in a trap. Many years ago, the nameless and tyrannical old village attracted the meteor and the remnant green sword, and this sword finally fell into the hands of King Jianning. Now, it is said that it is already in the hands of Li Yinshang."

Zi Ye stared at Jian Xue with deep black eyes, "So, Wuming and King Jianning are at odds, and Jiutian has already split. King Jianning handed over the remnant green sword to others, and no one would give it to Wuming."

Jian Xue didn't answer this question, but he nodded slightly to agree.The topic in the room was completely silent, but at the last moment, Jianxue sighed, "We will cooperate with the Imam to perish for nine days. Is there any need..."

"Should we continue to take back the two swords and implement the original plan?" Lang Wu tapped his fingers on the wooden table, hesitating. "Although the nine heavens are divided, their strength is still strong. If the two swords are not united, it may be difficult to avenge, and it will be difficult to recover day by day."

"No, it's not the time yet." Jian Xue flatly denied the plan, and a trace of turmoil flashed in his eyes. "The person who has the ability to make the two swords meet has not yet come."

Lang Wu was also a little confused, "Didn't you say that that person appeared seven years ago?"

Jianxue's expression was a little dazed, "People have appeared, but opportunities have not yet been met."

After a long absence, he returned to the Fengyang Prince's Mansion again. Ning Wu dragged his tired body and opened his room. Just as he stepped through the threshold, his attention suddenly focused on a white letter on the table.

That night, Ning Wu came to the shallows in a dark blue cloak as the cold wind blew against the riverside reflecting a bright moon.

In Jiang Zhongshi, there was a man with gray hair and a black cloak standing on top of him.

"Come?" The man's voice was old.

Ning Wu paused, "Ten years ago, what happened? Who are my people? Say you know."

The man looked up at the round Cang Yue, with a somewhat disappointed expression, even though Ning Wu couldn't see his expression, he could hear it from his tone. "How much do you know about Jiutian?"

"Nine Heavens?" Ning Wu was taken aback, "The legendary organization that controls the world, the representative of Xuanjian Competition Tianzi Peak."

The man smiled wryly, turned around, looked at Ning Wu with an old face, bitter expression, and sad eyes, "Jiu Tian pacified the world for the Sui Dynasty many years ago, and exiled your family to Kunlun. But the family has been peaceful for generations. Years ago, Youtian Lord Wuming in Nine Heavens sacrificed blood to Kunlun Xueyuan Village, your home, for his own puppet experiment and the arrival of the Remnant Green Sword."

"What!?" A thunderbolt slammed down from the sky and hit Ning Wu on top of his head. "You...we...chasing the sun?"