He was born as a blacksmith, but he dominated the world

Chapter 333 The First Rainy Day (Additional Chapter 13)

Looking at the majestic figure standing between heaven and earth, the old man in blue behaved humbly with respect in his eyes.

"Don't worry about it, just close the mountain gate."

The sound echoing in the empty valley is clearly right in front of you, but it also seems to come from the very distant end of the world, making it hard to understand.

The old man in green bowed his head slightly and said, "It's a pity that Xuanhua Dao didn't listen to the Dao Master's advice and insisted on going to Kyoto City, where he was ambushed and killed by the Heavenly Prison Formation. Otherwise, the two major Dao sects would have shaken the heavens and the earth, and even the millions of border troops of Daqian would not dare to act rashly."

"Now that Emperor Shun has issued a second imperial decree, if we still stay indoors, I'm afraid it won't be long before the border troops come to attack us."

There was a lot of resentment in the words of the old man in green.

He is one of the mountain masters of Xujian Dao, and has reached the eighth level of Xuanwu Realm cultivation. No matter where he is, he is considered a top master.

An army of just ten thousand people can be destroyed with a wave of the hand.

The runes thousands of meters high around them flickered slightly, constantly changing and alternating, like a floating sacred mountain further out.

A voice as gentle as jade reached my ears.

“All living things are like chess pieces.”

"You are, I am, and so is Emperor Shun."

"The game has just begun, so why worry? Tell the other mountain masters that they don't need to pay attention to Daqian's provocation and can just sit back and watch the game."

The old man in green clothes said respectfully: "I will follow the Taoist master's orders."

He turned and left, soon disappearing into the thick fog.

In this mysterious world that seems like a fairyland, there is only that tall and majestic figure that seems to last forever.

After a long time, he raised a finger and tapped gently.

In the void, ripples appeared and touched the huge runes around them.

The runes flashed more and more intensely, and after a moment, one of the runes disappeared.

The clear voice rang out again in this world.

"As time goes by, the world changes."

"Emperor Shun...why bother?"

The sound of faint sighs caused the clouds and mist to swirl and stir endlessly, gradually covering the figure, making it impossible to see clearly or understand.

From that day on, the forty-nine mountain gates of Xujian Road were tightly closed, and in front of each mountain gate, there was an army of tens of thousands of people, watching eagerly.

……

Daqian Northwestern Frontier.

In the far distance there stood towering mountains, and there were steep cliffs everywhere.

The sea of ​​clouds fell below the cliff, and it was impossible to tell how deep it was, like a bottomless abyss.

This is a natural barrier that separates Daqian from the northwestern region.

According to legend, the bottomless abyss here was split open by Emperor Taizu with his magic weapon, and the surface of the cliff is smooth and bright, as if it were cut by a sharp weapon.

The abyss, which was hundreds of feet wide, became a Jedi that no one could cross.

Even the Daqian border troops were not stationed here, but were stationed thousands of meters away, with only an occasional patrol team.

At this time, on the northwest cliff, the trees were lush and green, and rustling sounds could be heard.

Not long after, figures emerged from the dense woods.

They were dressed in sackcloth and had dark yellow skin, looking like they were malnourished.

But each of them exuded an extremely powerful aura and carried a bow and arrow.

The leader had nine feathers of different colors on his shoulders, which swayed slightly in the wind but never fell off.

His gaze is as sharp as the sharpest arrow in the world.

His eyes swept across the steep cliffs opposite, and without any extra expression on his resolute face, he just waved his hand.

Dozens of men in linen clothes with at least five colorful feathers hanging on their shoulders came forward, took off the bows and arrows behind them, and aimed at the opposite side.

There is a long rope tied behind each arrow.

The longbow was pulled to its full length, and with a "clang" sound, the arrow with the rope shot towards the opposite side.

In an instant, it was nailed to the cliff.

Dozens of people kept retreating, wrapping the ropes around their bodies, tensing their muscles and moving backwards until the ropes were pulled straight.

slam-la-

Thousands of men in sackcloth clothes emerged from the woods, leaped up, and quickly moved toward the other side on ropes.

The man with nine colorful feathers hanging on his shoulders did not walk forward on the rope, but leaped into the air and soared like an eagle in the sky.

In the blink of an eye, they crossed the cliff hundreds of feet high.

After landing, when the thousands of men in sackcloth clothes followed him, he looked towards the direction of the Daqian territory, and his voice was like thunder.

"It's time to take back what's ours."

No one responded, only figures lowered their bodies slightly and then ran out quickly.

It was like a rain of arrows shooting towards the border of Daqian.

Not long after, they crossed a buffer zone of several hundred meters and encountered the first Daqian border army.

"Who!" The border troops have been stationed here for many years and have never encountered the enemy.

Their strength was not strong, their numbers were not enough, and most importantly, they did not have time to react.

Feather arrows came like lightning, piercing their hearts, throats, heads and other vital parts.

Even though the army is powerful, there is no opportunity to form a formation.

One after another, figures in sackcloth passed by them without stopping, pulling out feather arrows, causing puffs of blood.

The border soldiers fell down in anger and unwillingness, and quickly lost their lives.

This place is very close to the border army camp. In the central army tent, General Hong, one of the seven generals of Daqian, is in charge.

What he was waiting for was Xujiandao who might have escaped here.

When the border troops of a hundred men were completely wiped out, Marshal Hong suddenly opened his eyes.

He was at least two meters tall, looked very majestic, and his eyes flashed with fierceness.

"How dare you! How dare you attack and kill my border troops!" Before everyone in the tent could react, Marshal Hong had already smashed the chair under him, broke through the tent and soared into the air.

However, the moment he flew up, his expression suddenly changed slightly.

An arrow has been shot in front of him.

It was as if the arrow was there, waiting for him to jump up.

So perfect, yet so swift and dangerous.

Hong Shuai threw a punch without thinking, and it collided heavily with the arrow.

boom--

Amid the loud noise, Marshal Hong was shot back hundreds of meters by the arrow.

Dozens of border army generals and lieutenant generals who jumped into the air at the same time were all shocked.

Marshal Hong's cultivation level displayed to the outside world was already at the sixth level of the Divine Martial Realm. He was the only one among the seven marshals who fought with his fists.

Those fists can smash almost anything in the world!
But now, they were horrified to see that Hong Shuai's fist was bleeding.

Not only was he beaten back, but he was also injured?
How can it be!

Marshal Hong looked solemnly as he looked far to the northwest. The countless figures in sackcloth were not in his sight.

All he could see was a tall figure holding a bow and arrow, slowly walking towards him.

When Hong Shuai saw the nine colorful feathers on the opponent's shoulders, his heart sank.

"Xiyi, the Nine-Feathered Archer!"

Xiyi, an ancient dynasty that was chased by Daqian for nearly three thousand miles and driven out of this territory.

They are best at archery, and among them, the Nine-Feather Archer is equivalent to the ninth level of the Divine Martial Realm!
At that time, Emperor Taizu personally drove them to the other side of the cliff and ordered them never to set foot on the territory of Daqian for the rest of their lives, otherwise their entire clan would be exterminated!

Over the past few hundred years, the Western barbarians have never stepped beyond the line.

They suddenly appeared today and attacked the border troops, even the Nine-Feather Archer came.

Marshal Hong couldn't help but take a deep breath. Although he didn't know why Xiyi suddenly acted like this, since they were here, there was nothing to say.

He raised his fist and glanced at the traces of blood on it.

Hong Shuai's eyes became even colder, and he clashed his fists together, making a loud sound like metal.

The aura continued to rise from the sixth level of the Divine Martial Realm, and in the blink of an eye it passed the seventh level of the Divine Martial Realm, and then the eighth level of the Divine Martial Realm, and the ninth level of the Divine Martial Realm...

As his cultivation continued to improve, Marshal Hong's voice was like rolling thunder, echoing over the border troops.

"The whole army forms an array!"

"Meet the enemy!"

The Daqian border troops, no matter which commander they belonged to, all had the same thought, the same action, and the same voice regarding this matter.

Countless weapons were drawn out, the blades flashing dangerously.

The soldiers, with resolute expressions, formed their battle formations.

They spoke at the same time, and the sound merged into a rumbling thunder that seemed to break the entire sky.

"war!"

The sound pierced the sky and was as powerful as a rainbow.

Border troops never retreat!

……

It was three o'clock in the morning and the children had not yet woken up.

Jiang Lin came out of the house and saw Tian Daheng who had been waiting outside for a long time.

"Sir." Tian Daheng bowed and saluted, and whispered: "According to the rules, we should take them to worship."

This world does not have the rules like the first seven days or the fifth seven days that Jiang Lin is familiar with. Instead, the worship ceremony should be held on the first rainy day after the burial.

At this time, the sky was already drizzling with rain. Jiang Lin nodded slightly and said, "I'll take them with me."

"I'll be waiting here." Tian Daheng said.

Jiang Lin nodded, and didn't go back to the house, just waiting there.

It was not until the light in Sheng Yingchun's room came on that Jiang Lin walked over and stood at the door waiting.

He could sense that Sheng Yingchun came to the window, seemed to be listening to something, and then went back.

After a while, Sheng Yingchun came out after putting on her clothes. She was startled to see Jiang Lin standing there.

Jiang Lin said in a gentle voice, "No more practice today. Go pay respect to your parents."

Sheng Yingchun lowered her head slightly and hummed, "I know."

Jiang Lin then noticed that she was holding a bouquet of flowers.

It is made of white paper.

Sheng Yingchun lowered her head, but could still sense Jiang Lin's gaze.

"Aunt Jiang taught me how to fold it."

Jiang Lin fell silent, and then he realized that she had actually been prepared and had been waiting for this rainy day.

They were adoptive parents, and no matter how unfamiliar they were, they raised her from the cradle.

Then, Miao Yonghuai and Song Ziyan also came out of the house. The two children were not as careful as Sheng Yingchun. When they saw Jiang Lin and the white flowers in Sheng Yingchun's hand, they were stunned.

They didn't seem to understand the rules, so Jiang Lin walked over and said, "No more practice today. Go pay respect to your father."

Tian Daheng also came over and explained: "It's the rule to worship on the first rainy day."

When Miao Yonghuai and Song Ziyan came out, they still had smiles on their faces, but when they heard this, their faces dimmed.

Although they don't understand the rules, they still know what worship means.

Song Ziyan said anxiously, "Master, we haven't folded flowers yet, can I fold them now?"

Jiang Lin looked at Tian Daheng, and Tian Daheng nodded slightly.

"Okay." Jiang Lin said.

Song Ziyan breathed a sigh of relief, and hurried to Sheng Yingchun, whispering, "Sister Yingchun, can you teach me how to fold this flower?"

(End of this chapter)