A golden light flashed, and Ling Zhixuan's spear passed by a person, but the person easily dodged. Then several people looked at Ling him. Ling Zhixuan also stood in the circle of several people, making a posture ready to fight.
He looked at the woman in the corner with his peripheral vision and found that the woman was curled up and looking at him with hopeful eyes. He could feel her panic and fear. At this moment, Ling Zhixuan seemed to be their savior. Ling Zhixuan missed him.
He must not retreat. At this time, several gangsters had already raised their swords to attack. Ling Zhixuan shouted loudly, and several golden lights quickly surrounded Ling Zhixuan. However, the gangsters did not hesitate at all and slashed at Ling Zhixuan with their swords. Between the long sword and Nian Qi,
At the moment of the collision, there was a crisp impact sound. Several gangsters' wrists were numb from the shock, and they clasped their hands. After Ling Zhixuan withstood this heavy blow, his golden thoughts gradually faded, and finally
Disappeared. Without the protection of Nian Qi, Ling Zhixuan might not be able to withstand even one blow. Several thieves rushed up again after the caretaker Ling Zhixuan's Nian Qi disappeared. Ling Zhixuan also hurriedly waved the Roaring Dragon Fang Broken to resist several people.
Attack, at the moment when the knife and the spear came into contact, the strength of several people instantly suppressed Ling Zhixuan. Ling Zhixuan knelt down and resisted Xiao Long's broken teeth. Several people also tried to trap Ling Zhixuan under the knife edge.
Not long after, Ling Zhixuan was unable to support himself after withstanding the full blows from several people. His hands began to tremble, and one of them had begun to withdraw his strength, intending to chop the long knife from Ling Zhixuan's head. However, just when Ling Zhixuan felt that he was about to collapse.
, the girl in the corner cried: "Brother, you have to hold on!" Looking at the frightened look of the famous woman, Ling Zhixuan knew that he was beyond his power and might be killed here, and that person was already there.
He slowly withdrew the long knife and roared: "Let's die!" The long knife went towards Ling Zhixuan's forehead, and Ling Zhixuan could no longer pay attention to it. At this time, the cute blue squirrel jumped from behind.
Because the speed was too fast, the squirrel scratched deep scars on the faces of several people before they had time to react. Seeing the situation, Ling Zhixuan immediately stood up and flicked away the long knives of several people, and turned towards him.
In front of him, the spear danced and attacked one of them. With a shattering sound, the man's forehead was pierced by the spear. The roaring dragon's teeth shattered the man's head. He fell to the ground twitching, and the broken head was still spraying outwards.
The blood was like spring water. When those few people saw that their companions died so miserably, they dropped their long knives one after another, covered their bleeding faces, and fled into the distance.
When Ling Zhixuan saw a few people running away, he half-knelt on the ground, gasping for air, and said to himself: "I'm still too weak, and I can't even deal with a few thieves." The woman also calmed down at this time.
, lift up Ling Zhixuan,
"Thank you to the hero for risking your life to save me. This little girl has nothing to repay."
"Haha, it's okay, please take care of yourself, girl." After saying that, Ling Zhixuan stood up and walked out of the courtyard, planning to continue on his way.
"Hero, please stay, the journey is long, so please rest here tonight, it won't be too late to set off tomorrow." The woman persuaded Ling Zhixuan to stay, then turned around and said, "That's best, what a bother!
"
The girl also laughed playfully, "Haha, my sister is protected!" The woman said shyly, "Xiao Ai, don't talk nonsense!" Ling Zhixuan then realized that he didn't know the woman's name, so he asked, "I don't know yet.
What’s the girl’s name?”
"Call me Xiaorou, this is my sister, Xiaoai, and that quirky little cutie is called Xiaobing." The woman introduced while helping Ling Zhixuan into the house.
After some conversation, Ling Zhixuan learned that Xiaorou was originally a citizen of the Dragon Kingdom. Later, due to the attack of the Beast Kingdom, her hometown was occupied by the Beast Kingdom. They had no choice but to leave their hometown to avoid the pursuit of the Beast Kingdom and avoid the war. However, during their escape,
His father was captured by the Dragon Kingdom's army and served as a soldier, and there has been no news to this day. His mother died in the war. She saw her mother die under the sharp blades of the Beast Kingdom with her own eyes. After many twists and turns, he came here to settle down.
.
That night, Ling Zhixuan and Xiaorou talked a lot. Xiaorou walked to the middle of the courtyard, and the squirrel followed and climbed onto Xiaorou's shoulder. Xiaorou gently stroked the squirrel's forehead and smiled at the little cutie.
Looking at the incomplete blood-stained red moon in the sky, he lamented: "When will this family be a home, and when will this country be a country?" Ling Zhixuan saw Xiaorou sighing like this, so he also walked to the courtyard and looked up.
He asked the sky: "When will the flames of war in this troubled world end?" Looking at Xiaorou, she had a sad face, her beautiful face was covered with crystal tears, her pink lips were trembling, and her white neck
Sobbing, Ling Zhixuan walked up to her, still looking at the moon, and comforted: "If you want to cry, just cry. After all, a weak woman has experienced so much. You have already endured too much, and you should not bear it."
All this."
"Everyone has to go through life and death. I will not shrink back because I am a woman. This is my fate, but it is also the reason for my stubbornness." After saying this, Xiaorou looked at her younger sister playing at the door with concern. "At least
, I still have her.”
Ling Zhixuan thought about what Xiaorou had gone through, which might be even more miserable than his own. She was a woman who had faced fear, separation, and even life and death, but she still depended on her sister. After thinking about it for a while, Ling Zhixuan said: "Fatalism cannot be the case.
It's just an excuse for those who lack willpower." The two looked at each other and smiled, as if they were close friends. Then Xiaorou looked at the package next to Ling Zhixuan and looked at it curiously, and Ling Zhixuan saw that she noticed the package and said:
"In the package is everything I have, my lost lover." Xiaorou seemed a little disappointed when she heard this, but she still pretended to be nonchalant and said, "Oh, then she must be a very good girl."
"Yes, we have only met a few times, but we have experienced life and death." After hearing this, Xiaorou let out a long sigh and said, "To be able to meet someone worth trusting for life, this
Girls’ luck is really good!”
As the two chatted, the sky turned white. Ling Zhixuan stood up and walked out of the door. He turned around and bowed his head to say goodbye, but Xiaorou said reluctantly: "Be careful on the road, and I'm very happy to meet you!" Ling Zhixuan
He just smiled politely and then turned around and left. Behind him, Xiaorou, although she didn't go out to see him off, kept tapping her toes and watching Ling Zhixuan go away.
A few days later, Ling Zhixuan came to the border of the Dragon Kingdom, the place where he had fought - Longyang Pass, but the scene in front of him made him lower his feet and stretch his chest. He saw that there was already a wind and sand in front of him, and his eyes were full of
Broken walls and ruins, broken halberds sinking in the sand, broken cavalry and cracked armor, and dead bones buried in the yellow sand. The indestructible city walls, tall towers, incomplete red bricks and green tiles, and yellowed broken walls of the past cannot be seen. Ling Zhixuan endured it.
Sadness entered the pass. The old dragon-coiled pillars had been burned by the fire, the magnificent palace was turned into ruins, and the crows above the head were wandering, making miserable cries. The entire Longyang Pass was in deathly silence. But he was no longer serving the Dragon Kingdom.
After calming down, he walked through the white bones and set out on the journey again. Along the way, all he could see were broken walls, smoke filled air, and bones exposed in the wilderness. Occasionally, he could see a
Two fleeing people supported each other and walked towards the capital of the Dragon Kingdom. Occasionally, they could see an infant child crying on the road, and his mother was lying next to him, not breathing. Someone could be seen under the ruins.
Weeping hysterically, as if waiting for relatives who were separated in the war.
After many twists and turns, Ling Zhixuan came to the hinterland of the Dragon Kingdom, but when he stood on the mountain and planned to take in the landscape of his motherland, what he could see was a dark mass of fleeing people. They were in groups, stretching for hundreds of miles, under the scorching sun.
, from time to time someone fell to the ground and could never be awakened again. They complained, with tiredness and anxiety on their faces, unable to see the joy of being a citizen of the Dragon Kingdom. Ling Zhixuan followed these fleeing people all the way north.
, all the cities along the way were captured by the Beast Kingdom people, and their only hope was the Imperial Capital of the Dragon Kingdom and the surrounding counties and cities.
Finally, Ling Zhixuan arrived at Changlong County, which was one of the few counties that had not been captured. However, the army of the Beast Kingdom had already begun to rush to Changlong County, and a war was about to break out here. Changlong County has seven cities under its jurisdiction.
Dragon Burial City is the economic and political center of this county. However, with the advent of the war, one of the seven cities in Changlong County has been captured, and another city has been divided and became the territory of the Beast Kingdom. Ling Zhixuan left
On the streets of Dragon Burial City, people were carrying combat supplies on the street. A few soldiers were handing out weapons and equipment to people passing by on the street, but most of them were spears and swords. On the city gate, a general and several
A man who looked like an army officer was discussing something and pointing at the map. From time to time, there were groups of soldiers passing through the busy streets in an orderly manner. Both men, women and children were in full formation. Ling Zhixuan raised his head and lamented that he could not serve the country.
, looked up towards the direction of Burial Dragon Mountain, and saw a steep peak standing above the city amid the clouds and mist, as straight as the sky.
Ling Zhixuan walked through the noisy streets and came to the foot of Dragon Burial Mountain. A broken stone tablet stood in front of him, with a few big blood-red characters on it: The place where dragons were buried. And in the lower right corner of the stone tablet were a few lines of small words: The road is dangerous, every ten steps.
Kneel down and bow down to the five bodies at a hundred steps. If there are thousands of Buddhas, there will be bright light on the top. Ling Zhixuan knew what this meant after seeing it. So he stepped on the bluestone steps leading to the top of the mountain. When his feet just touched the steps with rising smoke,
At that moment, a thunder fell beside Ling Zhixuan. Ling Zhixuan was stunned by the huge thunder, but he still put his other foot on another step. Every step he took was thunderous. With every step he took, thunder and lightning would fall from the sky around Ling Zhixuan.
With the explosion, dirt and dust splashed onto Ling Zhixuan's body, but Ling Zhixuan had a firm gaze, looking ahead and moving forward step by step. When he reached the tenth step, a bolt of lightning came down and landed directly on Ling Zhixuan's head.
A dazzling white light flashed, and Ling Zhixuan was struck by lightning. He felt paralyzed all over, and electric current was swimming in Ling Zhixuan's body. His body seemed to be torn apart. His hands and feet curled up involuntarily, his limbs twitched, and his eyes began to lose sight.
He knew things, but he still endured the severe pain and slowly knelt on the bluestone. After kneeling, he did not stand up again. Thunder continued around him, and Ling Zhixuan knelt on the steps and lost consciousness.
When he woke up again, it was already two hours later, and during these two hours, he walked a total of ten steps. By this time, the thunder had disappeared, and he looked at the towering mountain peaks and said to himself
He said: "If this continues, when will we be able to climb to the top of the mountain?" After calming down, he picked up Jingxuan's body and stepped onto the steps again, while the thunder around him sounded again, and the stone was exploded.
The earth was split into a deep pit. Ling Zhixuan sighed at the power of the thunder and lightning, but still walked up the mountain with determination. At the twentieth step, Ling Zhixuan was still kneeling on the ground, and the moment his knees touched the ground,
Lightning after lightning gathered on Ling Zhixuan's head, like five thunders. Ling Zhixuan was knocked unconscious, and his clothes were burned. His body began to behave strangely, and criss-crossing blood networks appeared on his back, just like a big river.
Something was flowing through his body, and some flesh and blood had been exploded, but Ling Zhixuan stepped on the steps again after waking up, and then a bolt of lightning struck his head with every step he took. Ling Zhixuan endured the deafening sound of thunder and lightning and the destruction of the sky.
The power of the earth made him take each heavy step, and his body was already bloody. Because he had withstood too many lightning strikes, the corners of his mouth began to bleed, and his face became stiff, but he walked step by step towards the top of the mountain.
At one hundred steps, he withstood more than ninety lightning strikes. He fell to the ground. At this time, the lightning strikes had already survived. He reluctantly climbed up from the ground with his broken body that could no longer see any flesh and blood, and looked around.
Looking at the endless mountain peaks, Ling Zhixuan smiled. He knew that he had only gone a drop in the bucket. He was already like this and might not be able to reach the top of the mountain. Now Ling Zhixuan no longer had the strength to step on the 101st step.