More than three hundred years ago, the Great Qi Kingdom had two generations of foolish kings who only cared about enjoying themselves every day, frantically squeezing the people's fat and blood, and even wanted to break the bones and suck out the marrow, making the people miserable.
The land of Kyushu has always had strong folk customs. Under such circumstances, uprisings naturally occurred one after another in various places. Countless brave people rose up and led their relatives and friends in their hometowns to fight against the tyranny.
However, their uprisings were suppressed time and time again.
Even if the rebel army of ordinary people has a large number of people, how can it defeat the imperial army led by top experts?
Although those two generations of foolish monarchs were cruel and greedy, they were not stupid. They firmly held the power of the country in their hands, held the status of the soldiers extremely high, and all the soldiers were quite loyal to them. With such military power, with such military power,
It may not be enough to open up new territories, but it is enough to suppress uprisings.
The Daqi State at that time was not in troubled times, but it was better than troubled times. It was true that people were in ruins and the people were in dire straits!
In this cruel and chaotic world, countless people are struggling hard. Some people want to find opportunities to live a better life, become prosperous, and even become generals and marquises; but more people are doing their best
Struggling hard, just to survive one by one.
In such an era, the three words "survive" carried a terrible weight. Even the strongest, bravest and most capable people could not guarantee that they would really be able to survive.
If you want to live, if you want to live well, what you need is not strength, bravery, or all kinds of skills. What you need is to obliterate your conscience and degenerate into the likes of jackals and devils.
At that time, there were mass graves outside every town, and many corpses were thrown into them every day. Jackals, crows, and the like could get food every day, and they were kept fat and strong. They could be heard every night.
The screams among the graves seemed to be celebrating this rare good time.
Due to the social turmoil, the country's fortunes have weakened to the extreme, and it is even impossible to suppress the presence of ghosts and monsters. Often when it gets dark, you can hear the roar of monsters and ghosts. When the night is dark, when everyone is gone, there are even more ghosts crying continuously.
It goes on and on, turning the world into a ghost realm.
I heard ghosts screaming in the middle of the night, and I cried and jackals laughed. The Daqi Kingdom at that time was such a world.
In this desperate world, there are some people who always insist on fighting. Some of them are fighting for hope and want to fight hope out of despair; some are just out of complete despair and want to completely destroy the desperate world;
Some have no desire at all and just fight out of habit.
Among the latter group of people, there is a young killer.
He has no name because he grew up in the training camp. He only has one number, and this number changes often.
Every once in a while, he would fight with his former companions, kill his opponents, survive, and get a new number at the same time.
This situation lasted for several years, and finally he "graduated".
He lost all his numbers and got a title: Ji.
In the years that followed, Ji served as a killer active in the shadows, working hard to train his master and killing opponents who posed a threat to his master one by one.
He belongs directly to his master, because he doesn't trust anyone to have too much contact with him. If he doesn't have any tasks, besides practicing martial arts, he just reads in a very simple room.
Those books were specially found by their owners, and their contents are all-inclusive, but they all have one thing in common, which is boring.
The master does not want him to learn any extra skills, but just uses these boring things to let him pass the time. For the master, taboo is his sword, and the sword only needs to be able to kill the enemy.
If a sword had a mind of its own, it would first of all be difficult to control.
Ji has always been like this, living his life as a sword peacefully.
But he also had doubts in his heart - why did he exist in the world? What was the meaning of his life? What was the difference between himself and the sword he usually used?
He has killed many people. When facing death, some people are angry, some are afraid, some are desperate, and some are unwilling... He often recalls the faces of those people facing death and their words and deeds at that time, trying to pass this
He was looking for memories and found the meaning of his life. But it was obvious that he couldn't find it. Several years passed like this, and the master's enemies gradually became less and less powerful, but they became more and more powerful. The people he wanted to kill became more and more powerful.
, often end up covered in injuries.
But he still succeeds every time and destroys the enemy for his master every time.
The master often says that he is very satisfied with him, but he can feel that the master is actually not satisfied. This is a mysterious feeling that has no basis, but it has never been wrong.
He never told anyone about his special ability.
Then one day, the master asked him to kill another person.
"Xiong Da, the governor of Donglai County, is not very smart, but he is very good at deceiving people. He is really troublesome!" The master gritted his teeth and said, "Kill him and dig out his heart. I want to see what this guy is like.
It’s not like he was born with an exquisite heart with seven orifices like in the legend!”
The master's tasks are rarely so long, and rarely have such additional requirements. Ji is very confused. But doubts are doubts. As a sword, all he has to do is execute orders and kill people.
But he failed to kill that Xiong Da.
The man who was hated by his master had eyes that were so bright that they seemed to shine into people's hearts, and a smile that was so hearty that it seemed to make the weather calm down.
"You are the Grand Master's killer, right? Come on, come on, don't worry, it's still early, let's talk."
By some strange coincidence, he was not in a hurry to kill this strange man, and had a long conversation with him.
Xiong Da talked to him a lot, about life, society, country, and ideals
"What you said seems to make sense, but it has nothing to do with me." Ji said, "I am a sword. All I have to do is kill people. All I can do is kill people."
Xiong Da seemed very angry and criticized him nonstop, presenting facts and reasoning, and analyzing his mental journey... This conversation lasted for a long time, from midnight to dawn.
When the dawn sun shone in through the window, Ji saw the sun reflected in Xiong Da's eyes, and the sun shone into his heart.
From this moment on, he is no longer the same person!
A few days later, the grand master of Da Qi died violently at home. Without this powerful figure in charge, the old and dim emperor could no longer suppress the warlords everywhere.
Starting from Zhu Taishou of Nanping County, prefects from all over the Qi Kingdom raised troops one after another. Some of them wanted to separate one side, some wanted to achieve hegemony, and some were just waiting for a price... Among these people, only one was
Special.
Xiong Da said that he wanted to put an end to this troubled world and build a country where people could at least live!
When he said this, his eyebrows were raised, like an unsheathed sword, as if he wanted to use this sword to slash into the chaotic and crazy world, cutting the world into two parts! The raised eyebrow sword was unsheathed! Take it for granted.
Following Xiong Da, they fought together in the north and south, trying to persuade the princes from all walks of life, and fought to the death with the army of Da Qi.
He felt that Xiong Da needed a sword, a sword that could help him cut through troubled times and create a new era.
It took ten years and hundreds of battles. In the end, they completely defeated the army of Da Qi and forced Da Qi to retreat to the north. They were bounded by the natural dangers of Dadong Mountain and Jiuqu River, and could no longer be separated from them.
Organize an offensive force.
Xiong Da smiled happily. He felt that he had finally realized his ideal and brought about a new era.
But he soon stopped laughing.
The new era is not so easy to create. With the demise of the Qi State, the various princes who originally worked together to fight together began to attack each other.
Every prince wants to sit on the highest throne, but only one person can sit on that seat!
Faced with this situation, Xiong Da was very distressed. He felt that enough blood had been shed in the past ten years. In his opinion, among the current princes, even the worst ones were worse than those two generations of foolish kings.
Well, it doesn't matter who takes that seat, there's no need for everyone to fight like this.
But except for his friend in Nanping County, who was nicknamed "Turtle", no one else supported him.
"Hey, let's have a duel! Since everyone wants to sit in that seat, let's just fight to the death in the palace hall!" Xiong Da suggested to the princes, "The one who survives will sit on that seat, and he will naturally die.
How about just admitting defeat?"
No one paid attention to him, even those princes who were stronger in martial arts than him.
In this case, Ji finally made up his mind.
He didn't think anyone was more suitable to sit in that seat than Xiong Da, so he just wanted to let everyone else who wanted to sit in that seat die.
How simple! This is exactly what he is good at!
So he drew his sword and started killing.
Killing after killing, the princes fell one by one.
He achieved success again and again, but each success made the next success more difficult!
The princes are not fools, on the contrary, they are very smart, and they know how to use various means to protect themselves. Even if Ji is the most powerful murder expert in the world, he is only one person after all.
Finally, he fell during the siege, his body was mutilated, blood was flowing all over the ground, and even the sword that never left his body left him along with his arm. This time, it seemed that he was about to die. "No!"
Ji said to himself, "The new era has not yet been completed. If I fall here, who will help that guy Xiong Da solve the trouble? Will there be thousands of troops fighting again, and the fields will be littered with corpses and rivers of blood?"
!”
"If people must die, wouldn't it be better to die less!"
As he took his last breath, he heard a strange sound.
He didn't know what the voice was saying or where it came from, but he understood what it meant.
[If you can persist in this idea, then continue to fight until you really can no longer fight]
The next moment, the mutilated corpse in the pool of blood jumped up, and the mysterious power transformed into his limbs, making him stronger than ever before!
Ji was resurrected, or in other words, he returned to the human world in a state of immortality. Half of his body was human, and the other half was soul.
He knew that this was because "humanity" recognized his ideas and gave him the strength to continue fighting. As long as he can adhere to this idea and defend the new country in this way, humanity will always support him and allow him to keep fighting.
The years that followed were a legend.
The half-human, half-soul swordsman swept away the princes from all over the country, and their heads fell to the dust one by one, but not much blood was shed.
Compared to many other countries, the amount of blood shed during the founding and quelling war of the Chu State was negligible!
Then, there is the new era and new country promised by Xiong Da.
Ji continues to guard this country. He still wields his sword in the darkness to destroy everything that wants to destroy this country. No matter whether the opponent is a human or a monster, he is not afraid and has never failed.
However, there is also a force in the Eastern Chu Kingdom that he cannot resist. It is a group of immortals called the Ghost Sect, the leader of the evil sects in the world.
The headquarters of the Ghost Sect is in the Eastern Chu Kingdom. The power of the Immortal is extremely powerful, and even if the entire country gathers the power, it cannot resist it.
More importantly, rather than confronting the immortals and causing the destruction of all living beings, humanity acquiesces to the various plundering and killings of these evil immortals.
Humanity is very cruel. To it, life is just a number, and a simple comparison is enough.
In addition, things that people value, such as happiness, dignity, etc., are worthless in its eyes.
Since he doesn't even support humanity, Ji naturally has nothing to do against the Ghost Sect. Even though he hates the behavior of these guys, there is nothing he can do.
In this case, he met the Sword Abandoner.
That was a person beyond imagination, or rather, a being beyond imagination.
The invincible Ghost Sect, which even had to compromise on humanity, was easily destroyed by the Sword Abandoner. When that man wielded an ordinary iron sword, he ran across the land, chasing down those who were flying in the air like bereaved dogs.
When he saw the immortals, Ji felt that the whole world was in chaos!
He had a chat with the Abandoned Swordsman, and the other party appreciated him quite a bit and gave him some guidance.
It took him nearly twenty years to fully absorb and understand this instruction and transform it into his own swordsmanship. It was a swordsmanship beyond his imagination. "When I was a boy, I often fantasized about myself incarnate and standing tall on the sky and on the earth.
The giant, leaning on the Tongtian Sacred Mountain with his shoulders, holding a huge sword in both hands, just slashing it down hard-" The sword-abandoning disciple made a gesture, "Very handsome, isn't he?"
This sword technique became a reality in Ji's hands.
The name of the sword is Yitian.
When this sword was born, it faced another evil sect in the Eastern Chu Kingdom after the Ghost Sect, Laojun Guan.
Ji slashed through their mountain-protecting formation with one sword, chopped down their mountain gate archway, destroyed their chief's hall, and severed the earth's veins at the foot of their mountain.
It was this sword that forced the originally ambitious Laojun Guan to become a coward, and also scared the evil sects in the world from entering the Eastern Chu Kingdom again.
The years that followed were long, long, and peaceful.
Ji held a sword in his hand, guarding this country that was built with great difficulty. He watched Xiong Da's descendants inherit from generation to generation, some were smart, some were stupid, some were kind, and some were fierce. But even the stupidest or...
Even the most vicious ones have never shaken the foundation of this country.
He was very satisfied, and he felt that maybe there would be nothing wrong if the days went on like this.
Isn’t this the life you want?
But he was wrong.
He will grow old, and so will the country.
Unknowingly, he found that he had gradually aged. Not only was he unable to wield the Heavenly Sword, he could not even leave the city of Changning. The country was also slowly aging, twilight was falling, and all kinds of bad signs kept appearing.
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But this time, he really had no choice.
He locked himself in the crypt, hoping that he could delay it for a while longer, preserve his already aging body, and try his best to support himself until it was time to contribute to the country again. But in the end, he was plotted by others, and he missed an opportunity that almost caused his death.
A catastrophe that will destroy the country!
If it weren't for the outstanding performance of a few young people, the Eastern Chu Kingdom would probably have become history.
What happened this time had a great impact on him, and even directly shook his originally indestructible will. As a result, he aged rapidly, and even without the help of black ice to freeze, his body would have collapsed.
When he could only be sealed in the ice and helplessly watched the country's fortunes decline, all he could do was sigh.
It seems... I am really powerless...
But fate didn't seem to give up on him, and actually gave him another chance! It gave him the chance to draw his sword and fight for the country!
When the sword that the teacher had used in the past fell into his hand, his heart became clear and there was no more distracting thoughts.
All his energy, all his will, has been completely concentrated.
Just for this sword!
In order to wield the sword as perfectly as possible, he borrowed strength from the people of Changning City and from humanity - these must be repaid and cannot be left unpaid.
As a price, after a while, the traces he left in the world will disappear, and no one will remember that there was once a swordsman who did not even have a formal name, silently guarding this country in the darkness for his whole life.
【Do you regret it】
"What's there to regret? Thank you for being willing to help me again!"
The young man standing in the air answered with a smile in his heart and waved the sword in his hand.
The bright light extended from the tip of the sword and continued towards the sky, piercing the clouds and reaching an almost invisible height.
Then, this ray of light swung down with his arm, heading towards the mountain-like waves.
The speed of the sword light didn't seem to be very fast, but when it fell, everything in the world seemed to be stagnant, as if everything had stopped and remained motionless.
In this stillness, the only thing moving was the sword light that extended into the sky.
The sword light slashed down, hitting the huge wave, and the aftermath was endless. It slashed all the way out, slashed through the sea of fire, and then slashed into the endless dark clouds. It cut a small boat floating in the air into two pieces with one sword strike, and the people on the boat were cut into pieces.
The two of them fled in panic, only to be cut into four pieces by a hair.
"It's just a little bit off, what a pity!"
Ji sighed silently.
[It’s over, you did a great job]
"Thank you. I am very satisfied to receive your compliment."
He thanked the ghost, and then grabbed the red light around him with his right hand that was constantly breaking and turning into light.
"Finally...just try harder!"
Because of the loss of relevant memories, people could only see the light ball condensed by countless martial arts flying out and towards the hand of the doubtful young man in the sea of fire, but they did not remember who threw it.
