Martial Cultivator

The several passes on the Songting Pass line, to the entire northern border, are actually a bit like the eldest son who has shouldered the burden of the family early on. He has elderly parents above him and younger brothers and sisters behind him. He has clearly contributed to this family. The most, but still have to bear the most grievances.

This time the demon army went south, it was definitely the most silent one in the past few decades. At the first two passes, the scouts sent out at the Yun Gorge detected that the demon army had 30,000 cavalry ambushing them on both sides. After receiving the news, the two pass guards thought for a moment and reached a consensus that these 30,000 cavalry troops were the demon clan's back-up force. The demon clan would definitely feign defeat later and then lure them to Yunxia to catch them all.

With this idea in mind, the two defenders soon came up with a different idea. If they had attacked earlier and directly made dumplings out of the 30,000 cavalry troops, then the so-called luring them out of the city would have been an outright attempt. What a joke.

Therefore, in their eyes, the 30,000 cavalry troops were actually like a huge fortune. As long as they grasped the military merit, it would be easy to climb forward in the frontier army.

It can be said that these two defenders were blinded by the so-called military achievements, so when the border soldiers of the two passes came out, they indeed directly destroyed the 30,000 cavalry of the Qingyuan clan on the other side of Yunxia. , but when the army turned back, the beam-shaped flag on the pass had already fallen to the ground.

The demon clan's cavalry broke through the barrier and completely destroyed the guard.

After the demon army occupied the two passes, they hardly stopped at any time and continued southward. Only when the demon army was less than 80 miles away from the third pass, Jingshan Pass, did the news reach Jingshan Pass.

Song Ming, the guard general of Jingshan Pass, was a disciple of the generals in the northern border army. Although his ancestors did not have any great generals, there were some ancestors who sat in the position of deputy general of the cavalry army. Song Ming was one of the disciples of the Song family of this generation. He has the second highest official position and a cousin who serves as a general in the general's mansion.

Song Ming, who is over 40 years old, is not too tall, but has two long arms. With this unique condition, Song Ming's spear skills are considered to be the best in the entire Northern Territory. However, it is because of his ordinary martial arts talent that he has not been able to do it so far. They are still in the realm of suffering, so they cannot be as powerful as Li Changling, who can be defeated by thousands of people.

Listening to the news from the scouts, Song Ming waved and then wrote a military report and sent it back to the general's mansion. Then he came to the top of the city and stood next to an old swordsman with gray hair. He said with a smile: " Lao Zhou, you are not very lucky."

The old sword cultivator was carrying a flying sword on his back, but instead of a scabbard, it was wrapped with layers of cloth. It didn't look very common. When Song Ming spoke like this, it didn't take long for him to arrive at the city. The old sword cultivator said calmly: "I feel that I am lucky. The sword is about to be unsheathed, and I will kill a few monsters."

Song Ming joked: "Old Zhou didn't manage to kill any of the monsters when the time came, and then he broke his sword and died."

The old sword cultivator named Lao Zhou rarely opened his cloudy eyes and glanced at Song Ming, and then said slowly: "Actually, I'm a little scared."

Song Ming, who had long been used to making jokes with the old sword cultivator who was born in the sword sect, was a little surprised when he suddenly heard the old sword cultivator speak so seriously. For a moment, he felt a little worried.

The old sword cultivator glanced at him and said calmly: "Death at the top of the city was my intention before I came here, so I didn't feel scared. But when I came here, I made up my mind to kill a few more monsters before I died. I really won’t be able to kill anyone at that time. I’m sorry to my parents, but my disciple will laugh at his own uselessness in private if he doesn’t even think about it. It’s really useless at all.”

Song Ming sat down next to the old sword cultivator and asked curiously: "Old Zhou, do you still have an apprentice?"

The old sword cultivator nodded, a smile appeared on his old face, as if mentioning his disciple, the old sword cultivator would be really energetic, "The talent is better than mine, the sect leader has said that this boy will be more than just a disciple in the future. The Sword Immortal should be a great Sword Immortal, but it’s a pity that I can’t see it.”

According to the past, Song Ming would definitely not believe what this old guy said, but this time, he did not doubt it, and just said to himself: "For example, you monks outside the country who never marry or have children in your life, there is a Is it enough for the heir to inherit what he has learned in his life? "

The old swordsman glanced at Song Ming, nodded and said, "Absolutely."

Song Ming smiled and said: "We are different. There is a boy in my family who is only five years old. He is guarding the city. It would be good to see him two or three times throughout the year. If he dies now, he will never be seen again. It's really Miss him."

The old sword cultivator thought for a while and asked, "Don't you regret it?"

"What do you regret? Do you regret joining the army and then dying here? If you really want to say that, I don't think so. My father died in the North, and my grandfather also died in the North. Counting up, the Song family died in the North. Yes, there are only 800 people if not a thousand. We died like this, not for any official position or reputation, but just for one thing, that no descendants of the Song family will die again, and no other common people will die again. "

Song Ming grinned, "My boy, I hope he never has to go to the battlefield again in his life, but if I die, in another twenty years, the monster clan will still be there, and that boy will still have to carry the sword and go to the battlefield, follow These monsters are fighting to the death. I hope he doesn’t die on the battlefield, but when it comes to having to die, there’s nothing we can do.”

The old swordsman looked at Song Ming, thought for a moment, and then said with emotion: "When I was practicing swordsmanship, I occasionally thought of you, and I always felt that you who served as soldiers and ate royal food deserved to die here. Now that you are here. , I realized that money can buy a lot of things, but it can’t buy a life. If you want people to be willing to throw away their lives here, that money can’t do it.”

"Everyone can die, so why should I die?"

The old swordsman smiled and said, "Have you ever thought about it like this?"

At this moment, Song Ming did not hide anything, but said calmly: "Of course I have thought about it this way, but just thinking about this kind of thing is of no use. I have been in the army for generations, and most of the soldiers are from Xinliuzhou, North Once the Great Wall was broken, all their families suffered. As for those farther south, although no one came, most of the taxes paid every year were taken here. The court was not blind, and His Majesty the Emperor was not blind. If it comes to us, then there is no problem, it is fair. Especially in the past ten years, there are still some scholars who look down on us warriors. Every one of them has been dealt with. As for Fangwai, we are guarding it. Even the adults beat them until they dare not say a word, so the slightest grievance is gone. Besides, it is just for the well-being of my family and my compatriots, and there is nothing else to think about. "

The old sword cultivator nodded and said with a smile: "You are right, but the rest of you cannot take your death here for granted."

Song Ming smiled and said: "It might have happened before, and it might happen now, but you can only feel it behind people's backs. Say it, let people hear it, and spread it. Our Lord Guardian is really good at killing people. of."

The old sword cultivator sighed with emotion and said: "Having such a guardian envoy is definitely a good thing for the Liang Dynasty."

Song Ming did not speak, but looked into the distance. The demon army was not far away. Although he had sent out military reports, it was impossible to wait for rescue before the city was destroyed.

In fact, it’s no one’s fault. This time, the demon army’s move south was a bit too sudden and beyond everyone’s expectation.

This is a place that the demon clan must capture, so the border troops are not given any chance to rescue them.

Even the General's Mansion can only defend this place by gathering a large army in a very short time, but at the same time, they are worried that other places will be attacked by the demon clan.

But no matter who it is, it is actually very clear that these passes will be lost after the war really starts. As for when they will start to be lost, it is only a matter of time.

"General Song, remember, my name is Zhou Qingshan. Please be my companion on the road to Huangquan."

The old swordsman took off the flying sword on his back and began to untie the wrapped strips of cloth.

On the top of the city, monks gradually appeared. In fact, most of these monks were monks who had been with the army in the north all year round. Only a few were monks like the old sword cultivator who took the initiative to come here.

Most of the sword cultivators of the Sword Sect had actually been recalled to the northern city by the General Mansion after the last Songting Pass.

Song Ming laughed loudly, shook his head and said, "Don't say such unlucky words, I never want to die."

Zhou Qingshan stopped talking, and just quietly untied the cloth strips wrapped around the flying sword. In the last short time, the old sword cultivator thought not of his disciple, but of his parents who had been dead for many years.

The old swordsman burst into tears all of a sudden, and his tears couldn't stop dripping on the cloth.

"Father, mother, the child is unfilial. This is the first time in so many years that he has become a bridegroom."

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There are many people at the General's Mansion. Ever since the Red-sleeved Demon Lord took over as the new leader of the Demon Clan, the General's Mansion has not been idle for a moment. In addition to observing the movements of the Demon Clan's army in Mobei, it is also gathering information. The news from southern Xinjiang clearly investigated the red-sleeved demon king who was born in the royal family.

However, when the military report was delivered to the general's palace, all the generals were silent. The two chief generals, Ning Ping, looked at the contents of the military report and remained silent. Now she has become the deputy general of the general's palace as a woman. Xie Nandu said succinctly and concisely: "You have underestimated the red sleeves. Several passes cannot be saved and must be lost."

Ning Ping's expression was complicated, but Gao Xuan asked first, "After a few passes are lost, will the demon army take a short rest, or will they go south directly to the northern city?"

Xie Nandu glanced at Gao Xuan, "You mean, if the demon clan rushes south, we can choose a cavalry army to make a surprise attack in Mobei to disrupt their military formation?"

Xie Nandu was indeed born to lead troops in war. Gao Xuan only said half of what he said, and Xie Nandu fully understood the other half.

Gao Xuan nodded, "The demon tribe must be exhausted if they move in a hurry. If two cavalry troops are sent out, one penetrates from the belly of the demon tribe army, and the other one outflanks the demon tribe army at the end, it can directly break their morale. Besides, , the cavalry came and went like the wind..."

Having said this, Gao Xuan paused and said more boldly: "There were even a few more cavalry armies. One cavalry army cut off the demon clan's army from the front and rear, and then the remaining cavalry troops directly surrounded and suppressed the demon clan's rear army. The clan's front army will be held back by troops from the city. In this way... I'm afraid we will be able to defeat the demon clan from the very beginning!"

Gao Xuan's idea is very bold, but if it is true as he said, then the demon army will be at a disadvantage from the beginning. In this battle, Daliang has the advantage from the beginning.

As the commander of the cavalry, Li Changling was also a veteran. When he heard this idea, he also intervened: "It is indeed a risky move, but if you really want to try it, leave the formation formation to me!"

Not to mention anything else, as a cavalry general, Li Changling felt that the most comfortable battle in his life was when His Majesty the Emperor rushed to Mobei. He personally led an army of 200,000 to greet them and faced off against the demon cavalry. In addition, the next few battles were actually a bit small.

For him, who was born as a cavalryman and gradually reached his current position as the commander of the cavalry, he only lived when he was galloping and killing enemies on horseback.

Other times, it's like sleeping, just waiting for the chance to wake up.

Xie Nandu just glanced at the map of Mobei hanging in the lobby of the General's Mansion, shook his head, and said softly: "According to this demon king's military tactics, it is impossible for these hundreds of thousands of demon tribes to be integrated into one army. Those going south must be scattered, and they are the horns of each other, which will not give us any possibility of attack, unless there is such an army that directly and unreasonably digs into the demon army, goes deep into it, and waits until the demon army takes the demon army. After Zhi Junwu made dumplings, he held off until other troops from the periphery appeared. "

After taking a deep breath, Xie Nandu looked around and asked, "Can such an army be found in the northern border, or in the entire Liang Dynasty?"

Faced with Xie Nandu's question, no one spoke and everyone was silent.

Because everyone knows the answer.

That means it can't be found.

Even the brand new army that the North has been forming these days, with everyone wearing dragon blood armor, cannot do such a thing.

Gao Xuan's brows were raised high. After looking at Xie Nandu, his eyes fell on Ning Ping, but after looking at it, Gao Xuan still swallowed back what he wanted to say.

It is indeed too dangerous, and with the kind of military strategy shown by Hongxiu now, 80% will not give them a chance.

Xie Nandu suddenly said: "Actually, everything will be answered when the scouts come back, but if it's just an army marching south, it will be even more troublesome."

Gao Xuan was startled, and then he understood the connection.

The way to use the army is true and false. If the red-sleeved demon lord knows this and does this, then it means that this red-sleeved demon lord is not only good at leading troops to fight, but also controls people's hearts to a level that is elusive to ordinary people.

Gao Xuan looked at Xie Nandu. He had a hunch that this woman was about to meet the most powerful opponent in his life.

Xie Nandu raised his head, glanced at Gao Xuan, and said nothing.

The difficult situation in the north is far from coming yet.

"wrong."

A staff general suddenly stood up, looked at these generals who were higher than him in terms of seniority and official position, and said: "The generals forgot one thing."

Ning Ping looked at the young military officer of the General's Office with some curiosity and asked, "What?"

The general looked at everyone present and said softly: "Now that the demon clan is heading south, they will come to the Great Wall in the north. Everyone needs to worry and think carefully about how to deal with it, but those passes can no longer be saved. The passes that have been lost and the soldiers who have died in battle must be mentioned and remembered by the generals.”

Ning Ping was startled, looking at the general, speechless.

Gao Xuan said: "More people will die soon..."

Before he finished speaking, Xie Nandu took over the words and said: "Yes, more people will die soon, but those who die should be remembered and mentioned. They did not die casually. , they died for the living, so they should be mentioned.”

The general was a little excited. He was a little nervous before, but he didn't expect that he would be so recognized in the end.

Ning Ping nodded and said, "That's true. Now that we remember them, when we all die in the future, someone will remember us."

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There is no doubt that Jingshan Pass cannot be defended, nor can Songting Pass behind Jingshan Pass.

During the battle, the scouts died first. After the scouts, they were the guards and soldiers at the pass ahead. Song Ming, who was covered in blood, was breathing heavily. At this moment, he was taking in less air and outgoing more air.

What a bitter warrior wants to do on such a battlefield is almost a dream. When the gap between the two sides is not big, he can strategize and decide the outcome of a war. But at this time, he can only fight with one soldier. In that way, they stayed on top of the city and tried their best to prevent the demon clan from getting on top of the city.

But now there is a swarm of monster soldiers in front of them, and the city cannot be defended.

There was a demon centurion who first smashed the old sword cultivator's flying sword with a punch at the city head, and then directly punched a hole in the old sword cultivator's chest. Finally, the centurion stretched out his hand and pulled out the old sword. Xiu's heart, after taking one look at it, he threw it aside in disgust and moved his lips. It was a demon language, and its meaning was probably simple.

That's too old.

Song Ming grinned and spit out blood from his mouth. He didn't see all the demons killed by the old swordsman, but he saw some, at least three or five.

Actually enough.

But the question is, when all the guards, soldiers and even monks here are dead, who can tell you how many of your disciples you have killed?

So Song Ming laughed at that stupid old sword cultivator and didn't take this into account, right?

But I am actually pretty much the same, quite stupid.

I recall the first time I climbed to the top of the Great Wall in the North. When the corps commander asked him his name, he said his name was Song Ming. At that time, the corps commander said with a straight face that if you have this name, you shouldn't join the army. .

Song Ming died. Doesn't it mean that he will die here sooner or later?

At that time, Song Ming was still free and easy, saying that everyone would die anyway if they went to the city, it was just earlier or later, it didn't matter.

As a result, Song Ming was trained once by the corps commander at that time.

They walked to the top of the city voluntarily, but no one ever wanted to die on the top of the city like this.

During those times, Song Ming always felt that his corps commander was unkind and often had a straight face, but in the end he was in a battle where monsters attacked the city, and the corps commander exchanged his own life for his.

From that moment on, Song Ming actually did not regard himself as alive. His life was not his own, but the corps commander's.

So if he didn't go down to the city, he would die here.

His vision gradually blurred, and Song Ming watched a demon soldier walking towards him, as if there was nothing he could do.

He wanted to hold his sword tightly and take away another demon soldier's life, but he couldn't do it. When he finally fell down, he just tilted his head and looked to the south, looking at the The Great Wall of the North is within reach.

If the Monster Clan had never existed, then they would not have to stay here for most of their lives, but could go to the south to see.

Look at the flourishing sword spirit in Huanglong Prefecture, the prosperous cultural fortune in Bailu Prefecture, and the traces of immortals in Yingzhou...

It's a pity that there are monsters.

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Jian Zong.

Song Xun is very happy these days because of two things.

The first thing is that the sect leader has brought out his knowledge of swordsmanship so that all the disciples of the Sword Sect can study it. The second thing is that the sect leader has occasionally started to give guidance to the young disciples of the Sword Sect these days.

He was lucky and had three opportunities to ask the sect master about his swordsmanship problems.

And it has benefited a lot.

He was a young swordsman with considerable talent. With the personal guidance of the Sword Sect's master, his swordsmanship has naturally improved by leaps and bounds, and he is vaguely on the verge of entering the top ten of the Sword Sect's disciples of his generation.

Song Xun himself also knew that among the sword cultivators of this generation, the leader should be the senior brother Meng Xi. He had long heard the senior uncles on the mountain say that senior brother Meng's talent in sword training was even higher than That Senior Brother Yu will also excel a lot, so he will definitely stand out among the disciples of his generation in the future. The sword cultivators of his generation will all bow their heads and sigh.

However, Song Xun never cared much about this, and he never said he had to be first in sword practice.

Even when others stayed away from Meng Xi intentionally or unintentionally, he became friends with Senior Brother Meng.

There was nothing to do today, so he went to find Meng Xi.

However, Meng Xi was still meditating at that time, so Song Xun did not disturb him, but sat down next to the big bluestone not far away.

Look at the creek in front of you.

There are some small fish swimming inside.

After a long time, Meng Xi opened his eyes.

Meng Xi looked at this peer. After getting up, he came to the big blue stone where Song Xun was sitting. After sitting down, he whispered: "Axun."

Song Xun turned his head and looked at Senior Brother Meng in front of him without saying a word.

"Are you worried?"

Although Meng Xi was focused on the art of swordsmanship and was a little slow about external affairs, Song Xun's expression was a little too obvious, and it was hard not to see it.

"No."

Song Xun rubbed his eyes, then stood up and said, "Let's go."

Coming and leaving, just to sit for a while?

Meng Xi stood up, looked at Song Xun's back, and said, "Axun, don't hold things in your heart. You can tell me. I won't laugh at you."

Song Xun stopped but never turned around.

"Axun, if you have anything to say, tell me, and my senior brother will help you if he can."

Meng Xi didn't have many friends in the Sword Sect, probably because everyone thought he was a genius and would avoid him intentionally or unintentionally, so he always valued Song Xun who was willing to be friends with him.

Song Xun always turned his back to Meng Xi, but his eyes were actually red.

"fine."

Song Xun finally shook his head and said these two words.

Originally, he had a bad dream last night, dreaming that something happened to his master in the north. He wanted to find Meng Xi and ask his master if he had received any letters from the north recently.

After all, Meng Xi's master Jiao Xinchen was in charge of this correspondence.

But when the words came to his lips, he didn't dare to ask. He heard that there could be a war in the north at any time. If a letter came back, it would most likely have a bad result.

Song Xun couldn't accept that result.

He couldn't face the fact that his master was gone.

So he didn't dare to ask.

As they trotted along, Song Xun's eyes were full of tears. The young swordsman murmured: "Master, don't die in the north, don't die in the north..."

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