He believes that one must do some unusual things and take some unusual paths in one's life, otherwise there won't even be a moment worth remembering when he gets old.
Wearing bright clothes and angry horses, drinking the strongest wine, fighting swords in the world, and doing chivalry and justice... These are all things that young people dream of experiencing.
It's just that to do these things, it's best to have friends.
However, good friends are easy to come by, but friends who can share life and death together are rare.
Now that the spiritual wilderness has arrived, this kind of battlefield between two dynasties is naturally much crueler and less poetic than the ignorant fantasies of youth. But fortunately, the more cruel and real it is, the more clearly we can see people's hearts.
Some people have known each other for many years, but they still feel that they are far away, but these Tie Cejun have only been together for a moment, but they already feel very close.
The young practitioners of the Northern Wei Dynasty in the mountains and forests above are like black petals slowly falling in the mountains and forests.
He came from a small town in the middle of the Northern Wei Dynasty.
He also had many youthful fantasies about the south and the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River that could only be seen in books.
He also imagined wearing exquisitely embroidered clothes, holding an umbrella, wandering in the drizzle when the peach blossoms were in full bloom, walking through alleys that had existed for hundreds of years, and walking on the polished bluestone road.
Under the arch bridge like a full moon, at the next alley, I met a dignified woman doing embroidery.
But when the battle begins, such a scene will no longer appear in his mind.
Real killing will quickly make people mature, indifferent, and even cold-blooded.
The black armor on his body is the symbol of honor of the Northern Wei Dynasty.
Only the best young practitioners will have the honor of possessing such black armor, becoming a follower of that big man, and becoming a member of the strongest hunting army in this mountain forest.
His movements were very gentle, and the muscles of his body were almost perfectly controlled. When he landed on some branches that were thinner than a child's arms, he was able to release the force delicately and hardly make any sound.
Even Tie Cejun would find it difficult to detect his presence.
But now there is Lin Yi in this iron army.
"Someone."
Lin Yi still heard the rhythmic sound of footsteps, and then he heard the suppressed and gentle breathing.
Hearing Lin Yi's extremely low warning sound, these Tiece Army sergeants reacted immediately.
They just adjusted their positions slightly in an instant, facing the direction Lin Yi was heading, and their fingers were on their weapons.
It's just that no one made a sound, and even the rhythm of breathing didn't change much.
"The practitioner is one person."
Lin Yi didn't know these Tie Cejun's military command gestures, so he still whispered something in Xue Jiu's ear.
The cultivator who came here didn't seem to notice their presence, and his figure was still moving very quickly.
Because his perception was very clear, he could easily see the black shadow after only a dozen breaths.
"Northern barbarian!"
Xue Jiu squinted his eyes, and he saw clearly, and quickly reached out and clenched his fist.
In the Tiece Army, this means encountering an enemy.
Encounters do not necessarily require fighting, nor do you necessarily need to try to kill the enemy. Especially for the Tiece Army who has military orders, it is best not to launch an attack rashly without knowing whether the opponent has backup.
However, God did not give them much time to think and choose.
At this moment, the practitioner from the Northern Wei Dynasty seemed to sense something. His figure suddenly stopped and turned to look at where they were.
"kill!"
The experience of facing practitioners on the battlefield made Xue Jiu, a veteran soldier, know that such pauses and turns were not accidental. The perception of practitioners was something terrible that they could not determine but existed. Without any hesitation, he had already
The clenched fist was raised upwards, then dropped.
More than ten iron soldiers suddenly moved.
They were like puppets controlled by a string, raising their right arms almost simultaneously, and at the same time their left hand had opened the mechanism of the arm crossbow on their right arm.
But at this moment, accompanied by a shrill scream, more than ten crossbow arrows accurately landed on this black-armored cultivator from the Northern Wei Dynasty.
When this young practitioner from the Northern Wei Dynasty sensed what was about to happen, a look of astonishment flashed through the depths of his eyes.
He had never encountered such an ambush suddenly, but he did not sense the presence of a practitioner, so after the moment of shock, there was no nervousness or fear in his eyes.
Facing these crossbow arrows that came to him like lightning and it was too late to dodge, he just made a very simple action that was just in time.
He raised his arms to protect his face exposed in the black armor.
Duh! Duh! Duh! Duh!
The crossbow arrows pierced hard into his armor, making a dense and numbing sound of impact.
Only a few of these crossbow arrows actually pierced the weak spots in the black armor on his body, but they only penetrated the flesh less than half an inch before becoming embedded in the armor and unable to penetrate any further.
Following the thrust of these crossbow arrows, this young practitioner from the Northern Wei Dynasty fell back as steadily as a falling stone.
Before he hit the ground, there was a soft clang, and there was already a sword in his hand.
This sword is also black.
The hilt of the sword is also covered with black flowers.
Xue Jiu and other sergeants had extremely cold expressions on their faces, staring intently at the black figure falling from the forest above.
Just the sound of these crossbow arrows made them sure that the opponent's armor was very sophisticated, and these crossbow arrows did not cause any real fatal damage to the opponent.
A cold light flashed in the forest.
All these Tiece Army sergeants drew their weapons at the same time.
Most of the soldiers of the Tiece Army carried Zimu knives. One long knife was one foot longer than the ordinary long knife, while the blade of the short knife had a peculiar curved angle.
The long knife is used to keep the distance from the practitioner as much as possible, while the short knife is used to cause a certain blocking effect on the opponent's weapon the moment the opponent's weapon penetrates into one's body, winning more points for the companions around him.
time.
In addition to these weapons, the Tiece Army naturally also has some special weapons designed to deal with practitioners.
For example, this kind of arm crossbow, such as stone throwing rope, such as metal throwing net.
"Master Lin?"
However, when these Tiece Army sergeants took out these weapons and prepared to fight for their lives, they suddenly discovered that Lin Yi was missing.
The huge deerskin bag on Lin Yi's body had fallen to the ground.
However, Lin Yi, who was carrying this deerskin bag, had disappeared from their sight!
No one paid attention to Lin Yi's movements a few breaths ago.
Including this young practitioner from the Northern Wei Dynasty.
The moment he fell backwards, Lin Yi bent his knees slightly and squatted down.
The moment the deerskin bag on his back fell to the ground, he was already like an agile cheetah, carrying his sword and rushing towards the shadows of the forest on one side.
He did not rush to where the young cultivator from the Northern Wei Dynasty fell, but squatted down in the darkest place in the forest and held his breath.
Because he knew that this Northern Wei cultivator could not leave just like that.
Even though he didn't have much battle experience, he knew very well that a practitioner wearing fine armor would never miss the opportunity to kill such an enemy team when it was difficult to be damaged by ordinary weapons.
Rapid footsteps sounded in his ears.
The young practitioner from the Northern Wei Dynasty landed on the ground and started running quickly.
His body armor touched the branches and leaves in the forest, and even made a sound like cracking silk.
Lin Yi calculated the sound of his footsteps hitting the ground, just like listening to the beat of a drum very carefully.
When a certain drum beat came, his hand tightened slightly and tightened the handle of the sword.
In the sound of branches and leaves breaking, the figure of this young cultivator from the Northern Wei Dynasty erupted from the forest like a fountain, carrying countless flying fallen leaves, and rushed towards the Tiece Army sergeant closest to him.
At this moment, Lin Yi, who had been preparing for a long time, made a move.
He bounced up, his steps were like thunder, and his speed was faster than this young practitioner from the Northern Wei Dynasty!