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Chapter 742: Jiange, Haitang is like blood! (1)
More than two hundred miles southwest of Chujiang, there is a hilly area with gentle rolling hills.
It was May, and the begonia flowers on Lingpo were in full bloom. Bathed in the sunset, their red petals were as red as blood, and they were so delicate and beautiful.
Among the sea of crabapple flowers, a white building stands out.
This building is a sword pavilion that is well-known to all warriors and warriors in the world, and is very famous even among ordinary people.
Disciples of Jiange do not have many unique features in learning and using swords, but when it comes to sword-making skills, everyone in the world respects them as number one.
If the three holy places in the world are the best places to study, then this sword pavilion is the best place to seek weapons. On the winding mountain road leading to the sword pavilion, there are always all kinds of luxurious carriages driving.
In order to get a sword or a piece of armor from the sword pavilion, people are willing to give everything.
However, all this is already a thing of the past.
Ever since the day of heavy snowfall two years ago, when Xiao Yao, the great swordsman of Jiange, Yun Lan lost two fingers, the mountain road, which is always busy with cars and horses, has become much deserted.
Who doesn't know that the great swordsman Yun Lan has always liked to use his fingers to carve the sand table. Without these two palms, the great swordsman would be half useless.
Although he has countless disciples, no one has truly obtained the true inheritance. The master of the pavilion has been deposed and there is no successor. Who will ask for a sword for this place?!
With fewer carriages, there are naturally fewer swords that need to be forged, and the disciples who are always rushing around the sword room seem to be more relaxed.
It was dusk, and many people brought wine to the crabapple forest to drink and enjoy the flowers.
In the past, if Yun Lan saw something like this happening, she would definitely get furious. At this moment, standing in the sword-like white-topped roof of the sword pavilion, Yun Lan was lazily drinking fruit wine made from crabapples.
"master!"
The sound of footsteps came hurriedly from the stairs, and a disciple of Jiange dressed in white hurriedly ran into the building.
"What happened? You're in such a panic?!" Yun Lan asked displeasedly.
The disciple took a breath and tried to calm down his rapid breathing, "The news just came that Nanyang City has been destroyed!"
"What?!" Yun Lan raised her eyebrows lightly, "When did it happen?!"
"During the first watch the night before yesterday!" The disciple pursed his lips, "Not only was the palace destroyed, but all the guards in the city also survived. All the shops were burned to the ground, and there were only a few civilians left in the city.
There was no one to take care of it, so we simply robbed the food and grass that was left in the treasury!"
"Who did this?!" There was an inexplicable chill behind Yun Lan.
The disciple in white shook his head gently, "No one knows, all the people who saw it are dead, and those who are alive haven't seen anything!"
"Nonsense!" Yun Lan placed the cup heavily on the table, "There are at least 20,000 soldiers in the city. How could they all be dead without even knowing what they were doing?!"
The disciple in white didn't say anything because that was the news he heard.
After a while, feeling that Yun Lan's breathing had eased, he spoke again, "Although no one saw it, I heard that some people heard the sound of a giant bird flying across the air, and some people saw a huge black shadow.
, now everyone in Nanyang City is talking about a surprise attack by the Netherworld Army!"
"The Army of the Netherworld?!" Yun Lan snorted disdainfully, "That's nonsense, how can there be an army of the Netherworld in this world!"
"Didn't I say before that Xiao Yao is the saint of the underworld? Since there is a saint, why can't there be an army of the underworld?!" The disciple in white asked in a low voice.