Create A Cultivation Technique At The Beginning

The snow is deep and the road is difficult to travel.

The road to Zhongnan Mountain is even more so.

But for Jiang Chen and the donkey, this was not the case. Wrapped in wisps of spiritual energy, the donkey seemed to be walking very naturally on the snow.

The donkey's huge eyes widened. It was already ready to fall when it stepped down, but it seemed so relaxed at this moment.

This made it extremely excited, and its hooves kept stepping on it.

Jiang Chen, on the other hand, smiled, didn't pay much attention, and lay leisurely on the donkey's back.

A jade pot in hand.

In the gentle tilt, a stream slides down.

It was firmly caught in his mouth again.

The donkey was extremely stable, and his hands were also extremely stable.

This scene seemed so unpleasant.

The figure gradually went down the mountain.

The mountain road in Zhongnan Mountain was extremely difficult to walk, but there was no warmth in the aura wrapped in it. The donkey's speed was even faster, and it gradually reached the bottom of the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain at this time, there was no prosperity as Jiang Chen imagined.

Although the market town that originally existed at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain is still there, the number of people there is also much smaller.

And when leaving the market town.

Jiang Chen seemed to see a crowd of people.

As we walked along the ancient road that seemed to be overgrown with weeds, we were surrounded by silence, even more desolate under the white snow in winter.

Jiang Chen's eyes narrowed.

Subconsciously, he waved his right hand slightly.

The white snow in front was blown up, revealing the white bones.

"Troubled times!"

Sighing softly, Jiang Chen couldn't help but sigh with emotion at the scene in front of him.

Thirty years has been enough to change a lot.

The already depressed north seemed to be getting even colder at this moment.

The donkey seemed to sense the owner's mood and gradually slowed down.

One man and one donkey walked slowly between heaven and earth.

It seems that the world has only this color at this moment.

I don’t know how much time has passed, and I don’t know how long I have been walking.

Finally, in the blur, Jiang Chen vaguely saw something like a group of buildings not far ahead, and the donkey also quickened his pace again. However, when he looked seriously and his consciousness swept away, Jiang Chen couldn't help but shake his head.

Before the consciousness, there was a village ahead.

However, at this moment, the village has long been in ruins. When the donkey approaches gently, there are no playing children, no sound of cocks crowing and dogs barking, and there is no village at all.

The whole village was covered in white snow, which seemed to be the last funeral in this village.

"Let's go!"

The soft voice spoke, and he patted the donkey gently with his right hand.

The donkey seemed to understand. It moved its hooves and passed gently through the deserted village.

One man and one donkey continued to go away.

There were more and more deserted villages along the way, and the depression in the entire north was more serious than he imagined.

If the rule of the Jin Kingdom was difficult thirty years ago, then when the Jin Kingdom was destroyed and the Meng Yuan came, the entire north was completely dead.

This kind of dead silence.

Dead silence in the true sense.

Even though Jiang Chen had already calmed down, he couldn't help but feel a touch in his heart, a touch that he had never felt before.

"Maybe I should really do something." "

On the donkey's back, Jiang Chen's voice whispered.

There was never a moment when his touch was so huge.

The idea that had been given up long ago appeared in my mind again.

Even if there are some things that he can't change, it's just the Foundation Building environment.

But if you don’t do some things, how do you know you can’t do them?

On this day, Jiang Chen had a branch in his hand, a branch that was broken off from nowhere, and his voice was silent.

As the donkey gradually went south.

The gourd was never picked up again.

But the numerical value in my hand started to become straighter and straighter without knowing when.

There was even a faint glow.

The donkey's footsteps are heading south.

Jiang Chen's figure is also heading south.

Towards the last pure land of civilization.

At this time, the entire Meng Yuan operation had already begun.

In 1234, the city of Caizhou fell, Jin Aizong committed suicide, the last emperor died in the rebellion, and the Jin Dynasty fell.

Ten years have passed, and the early Song-Yuan alliance has long become a piece of waste paper. Temujin, who unexpectedly forgot about it early, has not caused much deflection in history. The new Mongol-Yuan Dynasty has already begun to prepare for the journey to destroy the Song Dynasty at any time. .

In June of the seventh year, Ogedai Khan used Song's betrayal of the alliance as an excuse, and his army divided into two groups to attack Rong.

In August, Wen Buhua's army at Donglukou captured Tangzhou

In October, Tasi led the main force of the Eastern Route Army to attack Zaoyang.

In November, Mianzhou was captured

In November of the thirteenth year, the Mongolian army returned to Shu, defeated more than 20 cities, and surrounded Chengdu. The Song Dynasty envoy Chen Longzhi led his army to defend for more than ten days. His generals opened the city gate at night and came out to surrender. Chen Longzhi was captured and killed.

The war had already begun, and the Song Dynasty was in danger. The entire Mongolian and Yuan military fronts were accompanied by successive victories in the west, almost reaching the highest level in history.

Even if this is martial arts, it has high and high martial arts skills.

However, in the face of dynasties and dynasties, martial arts seems so fragile at this moment. Even if you are a master, you will still be completely defeated when encountering the army. Innate cannot stop the encirclement and suppression of the army.

The depression of the martial arts world is close at hand.

In history, after this scene, the entire Central Plains martial arts world will truly decline.

Even if Mitutoyo Perfected Being appeared in the middle.

However, decline has become inevitable.

At the time of Yitian, only Zhang Wuji was the only one who didn't know whether he had stepped into Innate. There were not a few extreme realms in the entire world, and there were serious gaps in the levels.

This is not only true for masters, but also for martial arts.

There are only fifteen chapters left in Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms, of which Shi Huolong has only practiced twelve palms.

The Nine Yin Sutra was lost, and the Yang Finger was almost cold. "The Innate power has disappeared."

In the world of martial arts, even if the Nine Sun Magic Technique emerges, it can't reverse the decline.

The world of martial arts has actually entered the dark night at this moment, but no one noticed it.

On top of the donkey.

The branches in Jiang Chen's hands gradually shortened.

shorten.

The luster on it also appeared from the beginning, and then dimmed.

The donkey's footsteps are still moving forward.

Gradually heading south.

In the south of Yue, the dead silence finally has a life, but I am afraid no one wants to see this life.

ahead.

There were shouts one after another.

People were running away one after another, and behind them were Mongolians riding horses who were extremely excited.

"Pfft!"

Bright red blood spurted out, and before a commoner could make a move, his chest was pierced by a scimitar. The Mongolian hacked the man to death, and looked at the little girl next to him who had fallen to the ground with lustful eyes. .

The little girl seemed to be only fourteen or fifteen years old, her face was dirty, but occasionally she could still see her fair and tender skin.

Clearly a beautiful beauty.

The Mongolian soldier immediately reined in the reins with an excited expression.

The body pounced directly.

But the moment he laid it down, the bottom suddenly turned into a long knife for some reason.

Poof!"

Hearing a clear voice, his pupils suddenly regained their color, but there was only confusion in his expression. He subconsciously looked around him, and his companions seemed to have eyes widened as well, and looked over.

The people who were fleeing were all dumbfounded.

He stared blankly at the scene in front of him.

They didn't know what happened, they just watched these damn Mongolian soldiers in front of them hit the knife edge one by one.

Or be trampled to death by horses.

Or get stabbed to death by yourself.

The situation is extremely strange.

While they were stunned, a donkey and a figure gradually walked in from a distance.

He didn't stop, and moved forward equally unhurriedly.

Passed through the people and passed through these fallen Mongolian soldiers.

A donkey, a Taoist priest.

The scene suddenly turned weird and magical.

Some thoughtful people couldn't help but look at the figure on the donkey.

"Immortal, it was the immortal who saved us."

"The fairy is long, long."

Someone shouted excitedly and tremblingly, and soon more people shouted out.

(Hao Qian Zhao) But the donkey kept moving forward without looking back or responding.

But the donkey is neither fast nor slow.

And soon these people discovered that there were more people walking behind them.

Such a scene shocked these people.

And soon they became one of them.

From time to time, eyes looked at the figure in front.

Some people were walking silently, while others were discussing quietly.

There are also people who admire him extremely.

There are also people who are numb.

All kinds of looks are different, all kinds of moods are different.

Vicissitudes of life.

One person and one donkey, with thousands of people behind him.

Gradually, this team became larger and larger.

Jiang Chen would not take the initiative to look for those persecuted by Meng Yuan, but he would save whatever he saw or sensed along the way, not for anything else but just for his heart.

The immortal he cultivated was not ruthless.

He has a sword that cuts off fate.

It can also level the world.

The snow gradually stopped.

This day is an ordinary day.

(It’s a big chapter. There are only four updates today. This paragraph needs to be conceived. It’s a bit difficult to write this kind of article. However, the outline is complete and I have more than 5,000 words in the outline alone. There is no need to worry about collapse!!!) .