Tiantongli is 721, at the end of July.
On a rainy night, the iron guards were destroyed, the Xicheng collapsed, and hundreds of cavalry were destroyed.
When the first ray of sunlight shines into this rich ancient city, it also shines the shadow of people in front of the alley.
"There are holes and holes in Furong Lane, and the hundreds of cavalry generals with no bones..."
His fingers were smeared over the stone floor, and two people wearing colorful embroidered silk shirts with white faces and beardless slim fingers, their voices were sharp and they looked up and sneered.
"I said Gao Wenlu, are you using embroidered clothes as a god?"
"Just this, the guys who can make the sword angry thirty feet wide, let us thin arms and legs investigate."
"A hundred iron guards and hundreds of cavalry generals at the seventh level of the river, let alone the whole body, I can't even find a piece of minced meat. Humph, our family can still be buried with the baby when they die."
"The real Nanzhao sent the monument to die here. Tsk tsk... the slag is gone."
The two of them pinched the orchid and pointed at you and me, which made the prefect on the opposite side turn bloody, but they had to suppress their anger and beg for help:
"Two..."
"No talk." Two embroidered clothes were tall and short, with cold eyes that looked like poisonous snakes, and they waved their fingers sarcastically.
"Our family is still thinking about living for another thirty years. Let's solve the problem of the Black Water Rider by yourself."
"Let's go~~" The elongated tail sound was a bit perverted and enchanting. The two embroidered men raised their chins and snorted coldly, turning around and leaving without any nostalgia.
"Can you tell me what the two people are at the right level?" In a hurry, the prefect shouted behind him.
"I don't know, it's ten feet taller than your fish beam anyway." After lifting the curtain, Orchid flicked his finger in disgust, and the carriage ran away in a flash, leaving only a sharp and mean voice slowly dissipating.
"How dare you insult me! These demons who have no descendants!"
Gao Wenlu almost pulled out his sword and threw it over.
These embroidered clothes not only did not work, but also dared to insult him, the prefect of the city!
Resisting his anger, Gao Wenlu looked beside him, "General Shi, I will report to the county magistrate again! What do you think about this now?"
Shi Xingcuo was still wearing heavy black water armor, but he did not wear an iron helmet and face, revealing his young and cold face.
"The Song cavalry general was actually the real monument sent... Therefore, this matter may be inferred that some powerful sects wanted to seize the spell of the first monument of the ancient times!"
"This, this is no longer something that I am the prefect can handle. General Shi, you said..."
"The Black Water Rider will deal with it." Shi Xingcuo raised his palm and interrupted Gao Wenlu's words, his eyes as cold as iron.
As for Qin Yin, who was secretly arranged by Gao Tianshang and Zhao Yuanchen to hang to the city gate today, he had never thought about it.
Such an ant is not qualified to enter his sight.
If you really want to think about it, it was also rolled into blood mud with the iron guards.
The heavy army was blocked, but the news spread like wildfire.
In the south of Nanjun, a great practitioner of Zhaoyue Realm appeared and went to Yuliang.
This world finally boils.
...
...
Pain, stiffness all over the body.
cold.
Hunger in the belly.
I'm alive?!
Qin Yin suddenly opened his eyes and wanted to get up, but the severe pain under his ribs made him unable to mobilize the muscles at all, and he kept a sitting posture.
Half a mountain, bamboo house.
The stars hang wide in the wilderness.
The mountain breeze blows outside the window and the stream is gurgling.
"I...is not dead..."
A hoarse sound like a forced squeezing from his throat.
Qin Yin lowered his head and looked at his body still wearing ragged clothes and still scars, but he felt extremely unfamiliar.
"No, you're dead."
"There is no false pill in life and death, and the lowest level of the heavenly level, the dead can continue to have a life of twelve hours."
A faint voice sounded from the side, and Sun Wudao, who was wearing white beard and white clothes, walked up with his hands.
When the disguise of the city craftsman was removed, the old man's eyes revealed the depth of reading the years and life and death, and his indifference to life.
"Do you feel very cold? If you feel your heart again, is it still beating?"
Qin Yinran was silent. He did not feel the beating of his heart. Instead, he was replaced by the middle of the sternum and into the Yang acupoint... There was a force that was forcibly contracting and squeezing the blood in his body.
The most shady hurricane is the most yang, and the two are harmonious and all things are born.
He learned martial arts all over the age of time, so he naturally remembered it clearly.
Qin Yin's eyes were filled with ancient well Wubo, and he looked up calmly, "How many hours have passed now?"
"eleven."
Sun Wudao looked down at Qin Yin, his voice was floating and indifferent, "In the last hour, you can open the road to the sun and the ventricle, and you can pass through the entrance to life and death."
"How to open it?" Qin Yin's voice was hoarse and stiff, but the will revealed after these four words was as firm as iron.
If you have endless obsessions, he will never die!
"Going on the road of cultivation." Sun Wudao's words were like a rock that shocked the sky.
Qin Yin suddenly raised his head!
The first time the pupil flashed unbelievable, and the eyes shone.
"I can practice!?"
"I have a way, but others cannot do it, you can."
"Please teach me this method!"
Qin Yin's teeth creaked and creaked, even though his whole body was painful, even if his joints were as stiff as puppets.
But Qin Yin leaned back heavily with great will, and the sound of teeth that forced distortion of bones and muscles came from his body, and he even raised his strength!
Sun Wudao looked at Qin Yin, just like a carpenter quietly admiring a piece of peerless material before carving.
Outside the house, the wind blows through the bamboo leaves, and the mountains and forests make a sound.
Inside the house, the lights were leaping.
Sun Wudao's right fingers were put together and gently raised.
In an instant, within three feet, it was as quiet as death.
The sound of wind, water, insects, and birds all disappeared.
A trace of milky white spiritual power that can be seen from the naked eye, like water and mist, is drawn out of thin air from all directions and condensed at the fingertips.
Finally condensed into a small knife.
The pressure of heaven and earth gathers here.
In Qin Yin's eyes, the sharpness of the sword was enough to pierce the soul!
"Didn't you keep calling me Carpenter Sun?"
"My surname is Sun, and I am indeed a carpenter. But it is just the difference between using rotten wood as wood or using the mountains, heaven and earth as wood."
"In the past, the saints developed the world and conquered the heavens. I used humans to be the heavens, autistic five senses, and returned to the state of chaos and no orifices. With the creation of this skill by Sanjiazi, it is called "Taiyi Wen Tianlu"."
In a faint voice, Sun Wudao slowly lowered his fingers and pointed his fingers at Qin Yin.
The sword light and spiritual power surged like the sky collapsed.
Inside the bamboo house, the sound echoed, majestic and heavy as mountains.
"This is a mantis' arms stretched out, moths swept into the fire, and through the thorns. Those who have no great perseverance and great perseverance cannot do it."
"This skill brings the spiritual power of heaven and earth into a knife, and takes one's body as a wood! After it is cultivated, all three thousand spiritual veins will be carved by you! From then on, your life and death will be unpredictable to the sky."
"The road you have stepped on will be a road that no one has ever walked."
"As long as you can withstand the pain of the hundred blades in this last hour."
"Qin Yin, I asked you! Do you dare to do it?"
Like a big bell, it is deafening and shocking.
Qin Yin raised his head and looked at the old craftsman who was angry with beard. A increasingly arrogant and unrestrained smile appeared on his stiff face.
In the laughter is the same as ever, never disappearing...
The heroic spirit that swallows mountains and rivers thousands of miles away.
"How can a mere little pain shake my heart!"
Sun Wudao's eyelids were gently stretched out, and his eyes were as deep as stars.
"I have already set up four or eight fires under this world. You will be the last one! Don't let me down!"
The two-fingered spirit blade pierced into the middle of Qin Yin's sternum in an instant.
Crack.
The sound of bone cracks and the howling wind surged at the same time.
Chapter completed!