Southern wilderness, deep in the mountains and forests.
At this time, tents were connected one after another, flags were flying, and the barbarian tribes living in the south were holding an "Autumn Hunting" ceremony. Everyone was surrounding a middle-aged man wearing animal skins.
Although Manghuang Qi is a Southern Wilderness barbarian, he possesses the martial arts realm of Tianyuan Realm.
Meng Rong, the leader of the largest tribe in the Southern Wilderness and the legendary barbarian king.
For many years, Meng Rong conquered the south and conquered other barbarian tribes. Eventually, his power became more and more powerful, and he became the recognized overlord and the only barbarian king in the south.
At this time, Meng Rong took a war bow from his subordinates, picked up the bow and aimed an arrow straight into the distance. He saw several men in strange clothes tied to tree stumps. They were all leaders of other tribes.
Now their tribe has been conquered by Meng Rong, and they have become Meng Rong's plaything. With the sound of arrows leaving the string, a tribal leader was hit by an arrow. His heart was pierced by an arrow, and he died tragically immediately.
His daughter, who had become Meng Rong's "favorite concubine", was bursting into tears and shouting hoarsely.
"Come again."
Meng Rong took another arrow cluster from his subordinates, and then another tribal leader was shot dead, and so on, until all the leaders were killed, Meng Rong raised his bow and arrow.
"Mighty! Mighty!"
A group of generals known as "the enemy of ten thousand people" all raised their scimitars, their faces full of defiance.
The barbarians in the Southern Wilderness were martial by nature. It was precisely because of these barbarians that the Great Shang Dynasty had to display heavy troops at Yumen Pass in the south. Even most of the troops of the Cangnan Iron Cavalry, known as the strongest iron cavalry in the world, were stationed in the south to defend against these barbarians.
With his army, over the years, the Barbarian King Meng Rong has brought not a single bit of trouble to the Great Shang Dynasty.
…
"His Majesty!"
A messenger came galloping forward. He rolled his saddle and dismounted, kneeling respectfully and saying: "A prophet from deep in the forest visited your Majesty and said that he is willing to serve as your Majesty's national advisor."
"oh?"
Meng Rong narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "Bring him here. If he has the ability, he will be a national master. If he doesn't, then just take my knife and go back to the west."
A group of generals who were said to be enemies of ten thousand people laughed loudly, drank gulps of kumiss, and hugged the maidservant whom the Barbarian King Meng Rong had just rewarded not long ago.
Outside the Qiu hunting ground, an old man wearing a gray robe was escorted by a group of guards to meet Meng Rong.
"Who is coming?"
Meng Rong sat down on the tiger skin throne, hugged the two maids on one side and the other on the right, and said with a smile: "Why do you come to see me?"
The old man narrowed his eyes, looked at the unruly barbarian king, and said with a smile: "My name is the Patriarch of the Five Mountains. I have come to see Your Majesty for no other reason than to make Your Majesty surrender to me and obey my orders from now on."
"court death?!"
A barbarian war general stood up and pulled out his sword from his waist. He was also a warrior and had traveled to the Nine Realms. Such a person was already an enemy among the barbarians. He followed Meng Rong to conquer other tribes.
This sword has already chopped off countless heads, and now it seems that it is not an exaggeration to add the head of an old man.
Unfortunately, when the barbarian warrior's long sword turned into a cold light and struck the old man's head, it was suddenly fixed in the wind and could no longer move forward. The ancestor of the Five Mountains clamped the blade of the sword with his index finger and thumb, and held it tightly.
Then the tip of the fine steel sword was broken off with a "clang" sound, and it flew through the air with a "chi" sound. The warrior who was said to be the enemy of ten thousand people covered his throat and stepped back several steps. Blood spurted out from his fingers.
out.
"Asshole!"
A group of generals realized that something was wrong and drew their swords.
"You're all looking for death?!"
The ancestor of the Five Mountains sneered, raised his long sleeves, and suddenly wisps of majestic spiritual energy surged out. The next moment, all the sword tips of a group of generals were broken. At the same time, the ancestor of the Five Mountains stepped forward, and with a "puff" sound, his five fingers
It penetrated straight into the heart of a general, crushing his heart, and then turned his body over in an emergency, twisting the head of a general from his neck. The killing method was extremely cruel.
"Whoosh whoosh-"
Behind the ancestor of the Five Sacred Mountains, wisps of undefeated inner demon energy rose up and sprayed out. This aura was so terrifying that Meng Rong, the barbarian king with Tianyuan realm cultivation, felt that his heart was about to be crushed. At this moment, he
I have realized that the fighting power of this ancestor of the Five Mountains must be quite terrifying, and it may be as simple as not just the 12th realm, but the 13th realm.
"Submit to me and avoid death."
The ancestor of the Five Mountains narrowed his eyes, looked at the barbarian king indifferently, and said: "Meng Rong, you are a smart man, you should know the principle of good birds choosing trees to live in, right?"
"Yes Yes……"
Meng Rong looked horrified. He slowly pulled out his sword, put the blade on the ground, knelt on one knee, put his left hand across his chest, and said in a deep voice: "Meng Rong, I am willing to lead my tribe and submit to the immortal master..."
"Hahahahaha~~~~"
The ancestor of the Five Mountains laughed loudly: "From now on, I will act as a leader and I will not treat you badly!"
"Yes, Immortal Master..."
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Deep in the Southern Wilderness.
Under the moonlight, the stream flows and sparkles. After nightfall, the scenery deep in the southern wilderness becomes more and more quiet. Near Linquan Mountain Stream, a group of female monks stopped. The leader is a female swordsman in a white dress.
Xie Yiying, the leader of the Lingyan Sword Sect, and beside her were Chen Mengjun in a green skirt and a group of female disciples of the Lingyan Sword Sect.
Traveling in the mountains to visit ancient times is what Xie Yiying takes her disciples to do every year.
In the mountains, Chen Mengjun climbed up step by step. She had slender legs, a pretty face, and was extremely beautiful.
"Master."
She looked at the tinkling sound of spring water in the forest and said with a smile: "The scenery here is quite impressive."
"Um."
Xie Yiying nodded with a smile, looked at her most beloved disciple, and said with a smile: "This mountain was once the resting place of an ancient swordsman. This trip south with you fellow apprentices is also an important place.
Destination, let’s go. After climbing the mountain, we will pay homage to the Sword Fairy. If the opportunity comes, we may be able to get a wisp of her sword gift.”
"Yes, Master!"
The group of people climbed the mountain along the mountain road, and soon arrived at the top of the mountain. Sure enough, there was a tomb under the tree on the top of the mountain that had not been worshiped for a long time. So under the leadership of Xie Yiying, a group of female disciples of the Lingyan Sword Sect buried the tomb.
The surrounding weeds were pulled out one by one, and then a lot of new soil was planted. Then, Xie Yiying took out the fruits for worship, incense candles, etc., and visited them one by one.
"Mengjun, come here to pay homage to the Sword Immortal."
"Yes, Master!"
Chen Mengjun knelt down and bowed in a very polite manner.
The other disciples also worshiped one by one, and finally everyone set up a bonfire on a hill not far away to cook.
Chen Mengjun held a long sword and stood on the edge of the cliff, bathing in the evening breeze. But suddenly, she glanced back in the direction of the sword immortal's tomb, and realized that there was a lingering mysterious sword intention in the wind.
Of all the disciples, she was the only one who sensed it, and even Xie Yiying was completely unaware of it.
"how?"
Xie Yiying smiled and asked: "Did you catch a ray of sword intent?"
"yes."
Chen Mengjun said in surprise: "It seems that I have indeed sensed that ray of sword intent."
"This is the fate that has arrived."
Xie Yiying smiled and said: "From now on, you don't have to do anything, just capture that ray of sword intent here until you refine it and make it your own."
"Yes, Master!"
So, Chen Mengjun sat on the ground and studied the Dharma quietly.
…
Until late at night, a group of senior sisters had fallen asleep.
Chen Mengjun finally breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, that wisp of sword intention resided in Lingxu and became part of Chen Mengjun's own heritage. She was slightly happy and stood up with her sword in hand, only to find that her fellow apprentices and sisters had already fallen asleep.
, while Master Xie Yiying is sitting cross-legged next to the sisters, practicing with her eyes closed.
Therefore, Chen Mengjun did not disturb them. He just raised his sword and came to the side of the spring. Listening to the sound of the stream, he felt the tranquility in his heart. After a while, he heard the rustling sound coming from the fallen leaves in the mountains.
So Chen Mengjun smiled slightly, stepped on the ground with one foot and said: "Land?"
"Yes, fairy!"
An old man wearing a gray short shirt emerged from the ground, knelt down and said with a smile: "The little god has seen the sword fairy, the fairy..."
"Don't be afraid."
Chen Mengjun covered his mouth and smiled and said: "Tiandi, I have been traveling with my master to visit ancient times for many days. There is no news. Do you have the latest landscape newspapers and periodicals here? If so, I will buy one."
"Some, some."
As soon as the land sank, he took out a pile of landscape newspapers and periodicals from nowhere, pulled out the latest one from them, and said: "Fairy Mingjian, a landscape newspaper and periodicals cost ten green clam coins."
"OK."
Chen Mengjun gave him ten green clam coins, and immediately looked at the newspaper under the moonlight. He saw spiritual energy flowing on the newspaper. Wherever Chen Mengjun looked, wisps of light golden text appeared. After scanning for a while, Chen Mengjun finally found it.
I saw something about the Mountain Top Villa in the corner. It was the recent incident of Lin Zhao trying to get the situation back for Liu Liying and Tong Yu, the folding fan goddess, by killing Yu Rang, a black sheep in the army of the Great Shang Dynasty.
Chen Mengjun looked at Lin Zhao's news with a smile on his face. He really hoped that he could be by her side, but the master also needed him. Chen Mengjun knew that he had a heavy responsibility. The master trained him as the future sect leader, but in fact Chen Mengjun's
The cultivation level is indeed the strongest among the sisters.
"Does Fairy know Lin Baiyi?" Tu Tu has a very strong ability to observe words and emotions.
"Um."
Chen Mengjun smiled and said: "He is my friend, does the old man know him too?"
"Who wouldn't recognize Lin Baiyi in Tianchi in the Snowy Land?"
Tutu said: "But a person like the fairy is worthy of being Lin Baiyi's friend. Let alone the fairy claiming to be his friend, even if the fairy claims to be Lin Baiyi's Taoist companion, the little old man will still believe it!"
Chen Mengjun smiled slightly, this land is so good at talking, I wish I could reward him with a few green clams. Unfortunately, the Lingyan Sword Sect is not rich either. The master has gone through a lot of hardships to save the money for his fellow apprentices and sisters to practice swords, so Chen Mengjun
I have never been in the habit of spending money lavishly, and I save everything I can.
She stood up and looked towards Beiyu.
I don’t know when we will see each other again.
This chapter has been completed!