Chapter 3 Breaking wood into a sword, dare to ask where did you come from? At the end of ugly time, at the beginning of Yin time.
By the big lake, the bonfire was gradually extinguished, leaving only the dead tree stump, still showing a little orange.
However, as the night wind blew, there was also ashes like hoar frost, which disappeared with the night wind.
After several hours of breathing, Chen Xuan, who was leaning on the dead tree, had already entered into a state of tranquility, and when his mind was tranquil, his soul appeared.
Chen Xuan opened his eyes slightly, and the screams of killing and the screams of arrows piercing through the air made him shiver.
As an ordinary person in the 21st century, he has never seen such a turmoil. Chen Xuan picked up the wooden stick he used to make a fire yesterday and held it tightly.
In the ears, the deafening sound of the old Taoist chanting reverberated.
The sound of chanting reverberated between the primordial spirit and Qingming, Chen Xuan also understood the sound of chanting.
That is not an ordinary sword, it is Zhuangzi's sword, Zhuangzi talks about swords.
The husband is a sword, showing it to be false, opening it to benefit;
In the past, King Wen of Zhao was fond of swords, Zhuangzi saw it, and persuaded him with the sword of the Son of Heaven, the sword of princes, and the sword of common people, so King Wen of Zhao changed it.
Chen Xuan agrees with Zhuangzi's truth, but it is not the Spring and Autumn Period and Warring States period, and he is not Zhao Wenwang.
Learning and learning from time to time, it's not easy to say! Common people are also common people. When fighting against small people, they also have bloody courage. In this desert and Gobi, there are also sounds of war. We should use the sword of common people.
The sword is a fierce soldier, a weapon for killing people, so it must be used.
Bronze, gold, and iron can be used to make swords, and flowers, plants, and trees can also be used as swords. The sword is not about the shape, but the truth in the heart.
Dongfang vomited white, and the horse's hoof was urging people to be anxious. Chen Xuan held the wooden stick used to hold the fire last night, and then held a sword.
In the distance, the thousands of fine riders from the Golden Tent Royal Court were still biting the carriage that was almost full of arrows.
The commander-in-chief riding on a fine horse could see the arrows coming, but he couldn't catch up with the carriage. He said, "There seems to be someone at the Subi Lake. The matter of chasing and killing the princess of the Tang Kingdom must not be revealed."
"We can't stop Tang Guo's heavy-armored Xuanqi!"
The Tang princess who was supposed to be buried ran away, and the Tang princess who was supposed to be buried ran away with Xian Khan's parents and children.
"Leader!"
A capable barbarian centurion led a few barbarian cavalry, shouted incomprehensible chant, waved the whip in his hand, and charged towards the position where Chen Xuan was standing.
The rest of the Golden Tent Royal Cavalry, disguised as horse bandits, were still hot on their heels. This was their last chance.
We will soon arrive at Weicheng. When we reach the boundary of Weicheng, it is the border of Tang State, which is a forbidden land for prairie barbarians.
Subi lakeside!
Chen Xuan looked at the barbarian cavalrymen rushing straight towards him, and said coldly: "The swordsman, the one who sees it, I see it, and I use it with my sword."
In a blink of an eye, more than ten riders are approaching! Chen Xuan turned sideways to avoid the inferior sword in the hand of the barbarian centurion, then took three steps back and drew his sword.
The wooden stick used to hold the fire is ordinary, but its spirit is abnormal depending on the user. The vitality of heaven and earth is moved by Chen Xuan Yuan Shen.
Move with one thought, and the vitality of heaven and earth will move.
With just one sword, Qi can be released three feet away.
The head of the barbarian centurion rolled down on the ground, his eyes widened with disbelief.
He seemed to be thinking, how could he be a practitioner.
Before Chen Xuan could say anything, the rest of the barbarian cavalry quickly turned their horses around and fled for their lives without even caring about the corpse of the barbarian centurion.
Seeing this, Chen Xuan smiled and said, "Wait, barbarians!"
Being rude and disrespectful, being afraid of the strong and retreating, and having no sense of dignity, this is what a barbarian is.
Repaying grievances with virtue, how to repay virtue, when repaying virtue with virtue, and repaying grievances with grievances.
Manzi wanted to kill him, so he thought he would kill Manzi, but he had just entered here, and he hadn't practiced reasoning yet, so he couldn't catch up with Manzi's cavalry.
Chen Xuan threw away the stick holding the fire in his hand, and walked along the faintly visible sounds of fighting on the desert Gobi.
As the distance got closer, the shouts of killing gradually became clearer, and the sound of gold and iron clashing with swords and shields was very dull.
On the short hillside, Chen Xuan watched the fight, it was obvious that the barbarian cavalry using wooden stirrups, after losing their speed advantage, how could it be difficult to fight against the group of people who formed an formation and erected their shields .
Although the group of people relying on the carriage formed an formation, although the number was relatively small, judging from the dozens of people who kept shooting arrows and wearing armor, they were elite.
Six or seven arrows have passed before the battle, but he can still draw his bow.
Of course, the barbarian cavalry, if they use continuous throwing, can also consume the group of people who formed the formation to death alive.
But under the threat of that unpredictable short sword, the barbarian cavalry had lost all courage after the death of the commander.
Generals, the courage of soldiers.
Without a general, this barbarian army of thousands of cavalry is already at the end of its strength, and it is time to run away.
"I don't know what year it is. I have never seen this armor style before."
Chen Xuan could clearly see that the dagger with unpredictable trajectory came from the rather gorgeous carriage.
Controlling the sword with the mind is not very clever, but killing these barbarians is like slaughtering pigs and dogs.
A moment later, a shrill bone whistle sounded, and the thousands of elite cavalry from the Golden Tent Royal Court, after leaving behind nearly a hundred corpses, led the troops to retreat slowly.
When Chen Xuan saw this, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly. These barbarian cavalry retreated faster than he imagined.
This shows that the deputy who accepted this thousand-man elite cavalry is a smart man, facing the group of people who have some spiritual skills to help them.
If you continue to waste it like this, you will get nothing except increased casualties. No matter what time, the tribes who live along the water and grass, string control people are extremely valuable assets.
Although these people are only wearing dilapidated leather armor and their clothes are messy, but these are just for hiding.
For the barbarians, the father dies and the son succeeds, so what is it most likely to be, a battle for the position of sweat!
An old man got off the rather gorgeous carriage not far away. The old man came to the carriage filled with arrows in front of him. After giving a salute, he said: "The thousand elite riders from the Golden Tent Royal Court." I have retreated, but it seems that a cultivator has arrived!"
Before they repelled the barbarian cavalry, Lu Qingchen sensed the faint coercion in the distance.
At this moment, Lu Qingchen was able to see the clothes of the man, which was a Taoist robe with strange specifications.
Wearing a blue Taoist robe, this is the lowest Taoist robe in the Taoist sect.
But it is very unreasonable for a person wearing a blue daoist robe to appear here.
"Lu Qingchen, is this person an enemy or a friend?"
The woman sitting in the carriage with the child in her arms asked coldly.
Lu Qingchen sighed: "If someone comes from Xiling, they must be enemies rather than friends."
"I am determined to protect the safety of the princess."
At this time, there was a sound of swords being unsheathed and bows and arrows full moon.
The sword struck the shield, making a rhythmic beating sound, which was Zhuang's majesty.
Apparently, even though they were wearing heavy armor, they still didn't think they could block the approaching people and keep them out of the thunder pool.
Lu Qingchen turned around and walked towards Chen Xuan resolutely, "Lu Qingchen at the south gate of Haotian Road, I have seen this gentleman, how dare you ask him where he came from?"
(End of this chapter)
