Heaven-Defying Rise

A long time ago, there were many unknown places. In those unknown places, there were many unknown people.

A fireball hanging in the wasteland at dusk, the red light emitted like a huge flame, slowly and firmly spreading. The moss that was born after the melting snowfield was smeared everywhere like scars after burn. It was quiet around, and occasionally he could hear the sound of the eagle Ming Ming and the yellow sheep jumping in the distant yellow sheep.

Three people appeared on the open field. They gathered under a small tree with rare wastelands. They did not say hello. They lowered their heads at the same time. It seemed that there were some interesting things under the tree worth studying and thinking.

The two -nest ants are fighting around the light brown tree roots that expose the cold soil. Perhaps it is because the perfect home like a tree root on the wasteland is difficult to find the second one. The corpse of thousands of ants remaining, it seems that it should be very bloody, but it is actually just a small black dot.

The weather was still very cold, but the three people under the tree did not wear many clothes. It didn't seem to be afraid of cold. I looked at it so much. I didn't know how long it took. One of them suddenly whispered: " Why is the Avenue?

The person who speaks is young, thin, and a teenager. He is still a teenager, wearing a thin light shirt with a moonless white collar, and a thin thin wooden sword behind his back. Through it -the wooden fork seems to fall at any time, but it cannot be shaken like the green pine that grows on the mountain.

"At the first lecture, I have seen countless flying ant baths."

What he said was a young monk. He was wearing a tattered kapok, and the newborn stubble on his head was as sharp as his face and the taste in his words.

The Mujian teenager shook his head and said, "The flying ants will eventually fall, and they will never touch the sky."

"If you always insist on this idea, then you will never understand what is the mind." The young monk looked slightly and looked at the ant colony who was throwing the residual limbs under his feet, and said, "I heard that your home viewer has recently been new recently. After receiving a child named Chen, you should understand that there will never be you only one genius in Zhishouguan. "

Mu Jian's young man raised his eyebrows and responded slightly: "I have never understood that guys like you who can't do unruly, have any qualifications to walk the world on behalf of the Hangong Temple."

The young monk did not respond to his provocation, and looked at the anxious ants under his feet and said, "The ants will fly, but they are better at climbing, good at making the foundation for their companions, not afraid of sacrifice, one by one, one by one, and one by one. As long as the number is sufficient, then it can definitely be piled into an ant pile that is enough to touch the sky. "

There was a sharp eagle called in the twilight of the sky, and it seemed to be panicked and fear. I didn't know if they were afraid of these three strange people under the tree, or were they afraid of the huge ant pile or something else that did not exist.

"I'm scared."

The young man carrying Mujian suddenly said, his thin shoulders shrank inside.

The young monk nodded and agreed, although the expression on his face was still calm and resolute.

Under the small tree, the third teenager is strong in body, wrapped in clothes like animal skin, naked legs are hard like stones, and under the rough skin, he can clearly see the muscles with infinite explosive power. He is always silent. Without saying a word, but the small point of the skin on the skin still exposed his real feelings at this time.

Three young people under the tree come from the three most mysterious places in the world. Walking in the world in the world, it is as eye -catching as three stars that run across the world, but even if they, today in this wasteland, I also feel that The fear of hard to resist.

The eagle will not be afraid of ants, and the ants are just black spots in its eyes. Ants will not be afraid of the eagle, because they are not qualified to become eagle -mouth food. In their world, there are no powerful creatures like eagles at all, and they cannot be touched.

However, for thousands of years, I believe that there are always a few uniqueness in the ant colony who decided to temporarily look away from the rotten shells to the blue sky, and then their world is different. Essence

Because of seeing, I am afraid.

Three young people under the tree raised their heads and looked at the shallow gaps on the ground of tens of meters. The light gap is naturally not deep, and there is nothing except black, and it looks particularly clear on the mottled wasteland surface.

This ditch suddenly appeared two hours ago, and suddenly it turned straight to the sky, as if the invisible heavenly ghost was split out of the mountain giant ax, as if it was painted by a master craftsman with a giant pen. I don't understand.

The young man with a backwood sword stared at the black line and said, "I always thought it was a legend if I didn't move Pluto."

"There are 70,000 children in Pluto in the legend, maybe this one is only occasionally falling into the world."

"Legend is legends." The young sword of the back said expressionlessly: "The legend also said that there are saints from every thousand years, but who has seen the saint for thousands of years?"

"If you really don't believe it, why dare not cross that black line?"

No one dares to step on the black line, even the light gap is proud and powerful.

Ants can crawl, the long limb worms can skip, the yellow sheep can jump over, and the eagle can fly, only people cannot pass.

Because it is a person, I dare not cross.

The boy with a wooden sword looked up at the sky and asked, "If the child really exists, then where is he?"

At this time, most of the sunset sinking into the bottom of the ground, the night was pouring from all directions, the temperature on the wasteland decreased sharply, and a palpitated atmosphere began to cover the entire world.

"The night is coming, where can you find everywhere?"

The teenager wearing animal skin broke his silence. His voice had low roughness that did not match his age. Stop rubbing.

After speaking, he left and left in a special way.

Several flames suddenly burst out from his two hard and thick naked legs, covering the younger boy's lower body into a red red, and the crazy wind made the gravel on the ground rolling rapidly, and then it seemed to catch him with an invisible force. The neck of his body was directed to the sky on a dozen feet, then the whistling broke the air, smashed the ground fiercely, and then jumped up again, just like a stone jumped in the distance irregularly, it seemed unusually unusual. It is awkward but extremely rapid.

"I only know his surnamed Tang, and I don't know what his full name is."

The teenager carrying Mujian thought about it: "If you change a time and change the place, I and I must have only one person who can survive. The apprentice is so powerful, to what extent will his master be stronger? … I heard that his master has been repairing the cicada for twenty -three years over the years.

There was a quietness beside him, and no one answered, and he looked back a little puzzledly.

I saw the young monk's eyes closed and his eyelids trembled quickly. It seemed to be thinking about a disturbing question. In fact, since the beast skin boy said about the night, the young monk has been trapped in In this weird state.

In the eyes of the eyes, the young monk slowly opened his eyes, grinned, and the original and calmness of the original at first became a compassion that did not know where to come from.

The Mu Jian boy frowned.

The young monk slowly took off the rosary beads on his wrist, hung heavily on his neck, and then stepped away. His steps were heavy and stable, seemingly slow, but the figure was blurred and will disappear in the distance.

There are no other people under the tree. All the emotions on the face of the Mujian teenager faded away, leaving only absolute calmness, or absolute indifference. The shadow, a low drink: "Demon."

He looked at the back of the young monk who was silently moving in the West and said, "Outside."

"Insple enough."

The demon is insufficient.

After saying this, the thin wooden sword carried by the teenager did nothing, and made a buzzing, scratching the air, turning into a luminous light, cutting the small tree on the wasteland 53,000 Three hundred and thirty -three pieces, regardless of the branches and tree trunks, are all over the fans, and they are raised on those ants who have forgotten.

"Dumb speaks, put some salt on the cake."

The teenager sang a song and walked towards the east, and the thin little wooden sword hung quietly in the air quietly behind him.

In the first year of the Tang Dynasty, the wasteland fell into the sky.

From the Suspension Temple, the seven thoughts of seven thoughts were closed, and they no longer spoke. The heirs of the Magic Sect Tang were hidden into the desert and did not know. Zhi Shouguan, Ye Su, broke the dead customs and traveled to the country. The three have their own gains.

But the three of them did not know that when the night was approaching that day, in the black end of the black ginseng that they dared not cross one step, near a small pond near the capital of the city, there was a scholar, one wearing one, one wearing one, one wearing one, one wearing one, one wearing one, one wearing one, one wearing one, one wearing one, one wearing one, one wearing one, one wearing one, one wearing one, one wearing one, one wearing one, one wearing one, one wearing one. Student scholar of straw shoes.

This book seemed to not feel the strength and strictness represented by that black at all. He held a book in his left hand and held a wooden scoop in his right hand. Sheng a scoop drink, full of dust, and happy.

It wasn't until the three people left in the distance, until the shallow black gully on the wasteland was gradually flattened by the wind and sand, and the scholar stood up. Inside, I finally saw the direction of the capital city before leaving.

There is a long lane in Chang'an, the capital, and the dwelling of the doctor in the east. The west is the mansion of General Xuanwei. Although it is not the top power of power, the official Weiwei is deep, and the long lanes are quiet on weekdays. Essence

The doctor's mansion is happy, and the mother -in -law is busy coming out. However, from the master to the Yahuan, the joy on everyone in the house always feels like a mixed emotion. No one dares to laugh. Those The servant who hurried across the corner with a water basin, occasionally listening to the sound from outside the wall, even more frightened.

The general Xuanwei General Lin Guangyuan, who was famous for his brave, offended Xia Hou, the first brave general of the Empire, so he no longer reunited with the courage and was complained with the enemy country. After several months of interrogation by His Royal Highness, he finally had a result.

The results are clear, the punishment is very simple, just four words -full door.

The door of the doctor's house was closed, and the housekeeper stared at the general house with the same door tightly against the door. Can't stop trembling.

The two have lived in a alley for many years, and the general's house was familiar with him from the steward to the door. Listening to those horrible voices, he seemed to see countless sharp Pu Dao cut the necks of those familiar people, and saw those skulls with familiar face rolling on the bluestone slab, then hit the door, gradually stacked and squeezed and squeezed. Pressing into a hill ...

Blood flowing out of the door of the general's house, some dark and slightly sticky, like glutinous rice slurry mixed with cinnabar, there are also a bit like purple potato flesh bands. His emotions held the door and began to vomit with his body.

Suddenly there was a rushing horseshoe sound outside the door, scolding and drinking, and then the sound of being knocked by rudeness. It was faintly heard that it seemed to say that someone had escaped from the General Mansion. No one! "

There are several scratches and blood on the wall of the doctor's house behind the house.

"Master you obedient, you can't go out, let Xiaochu go, let him go ..."

In the firewood houses not far from here, a general managed by the blood of the blood, looking at the two four or five -year -old boys in the front of him, the dry lips were slightly moved, the sound of hoarseness was extremely unpleasant, full of wrinkles black mud. His face was full of despair and struggle, and he struggled to squeeze the corner of his eyes, turbid.

Yu Linjun, who broke into the doctor's palace, found this firewood house without spending a long time. After seeing the two corpses of the young and old in the Chai Fang, after the inspection, the captain still reported loudly: "A lot of them, they are dead."

The simplest interpretation of these four words in the world is that high people are generally worldly, and they are prone to high people in the world. In fact, some truths are hidden in nonsense. What they are afraid is that mortals cannot contact. It is what mortals cannot understand.

So the world never knew what was happening outside the world, and people from the world would not care about the scene of the vulgar world. In the mud cave, the court died of a general Xuanwei, and a civilian gave birth to a daughter.

The tragedy and joy in the two worlds never connected.

If it can be connected, it is the sage.

There is a high mountain in the outskirts of Chang'an, the capital, and half of the peaks are hidden in the clouds. Between the cliffs on the west of the mountain, there is a figure that is slowly going up. The man's back is extremely tall. There are food boxes.

Welcome to a cave, the tall man sat down, opened the food box, took out the chopsticks, clamped a piece of ginger slices and sent it into the lips to chew carefully.

The capital Changan in the setting sun gradually shrouded in the night, and there were stagnant rain and clouds in the distance.

The tall man looked at the capital city and said with emotion: "I seem to see you of the year."

Then he looked up at the sky, holding his right hand with his right hand, and said, "As for you, what's the use of flying high?"

Obviously, the objects of these two sentences are two different people.

Slightly silent, the tall man lifted the rice wine at his hand and drank it, holding the empty wine bowl and looked around the city around the city and the capital, "The wind and rain falling at night is coming."

When the wind rises, there is wind from the mountains, and the plackets blowing are sounding. The old trees in the rock shake sharply. Suddenly, countless rain silk turned into a pillar, and it was poured down from the end of the twilight. When he finished this sentence, the night just occupied the half of the sky, and the dark pupils were as dark as the pupil.

The tall man put down the wine bowl again and was annoyed: "Really fucking black."

In the thirteenth year of the Tang Empire, a rain in Weicheng set off a rain.

In order to prevent the invasion of barbarians on the grassland in the northwest of the Empire's vast territory, the earth -made city walls were very thick and looked like a pierced duke.

The floating soil on the soil wall was scraped by the wind knife in the northwest, and then it fell on the humble barracks and landed on the soldiers. The whole world will become a piece of earthy yellow. Time will shake a sandstorm.

In the spring drought, this rain came exactly the time, and was warmly welcomed by the military stale. From last night to then, the dust of the roof was washed off the roof, as if it was also a lot of people's eyes.

At least Ma Shixiang's eyes were bright at this time.

As the Supreme Military Commissioner of Weicheng, his attitude was very humble at this time. Although he was a little dissatisfied with the yellow mud footprints on the precious blanket, he successfully covered the dissatisfaction into a trace of just right.

Following the old man in a few dwarves, the old man in a dirty robe took a respectful gift. He whispered: "Dear old man, I do n't know if there is any other needs in the accounts in the account. Then I can allocate a hundred people to defend to accompany at any time.

The old man smiled mildly, pointed at the figures in the account, and shook his head and said that he had no opinion. At this moment, a indifferent woman's voice came out of the account: "No need, do your own errands."

In the early morning of this morning, after the opponent's team rushed into Weicheng, Ma Shixiang guessed the identity of the nobleman in the team without spending a long time, so he had no opinion on the opponent's pride and indifference, and dare not have any opinions.

The people in the account were silent for a moment, and suddenly said, "From Weicheng to the capital city, the roads in Laoshan are difficult to run. Give me a dating. "

Ma Shixiang stunned, thinking of a disgusting guy, and then lowered his head and responded after silence: "There are ready -made candidates."

Several school captains outside the barracks looked at each other, with different expressions on their faces. There were regrets that they were reluctant to be shocked and shocked, but it was clear that they did not expect that Ma Shixiang would choose to make that person to be a noble guide.

"General, you really let him go like this?" A school captain said in surprise.

Weicheng is not large, and all officers and soldiers are all added together without more than 300 people. Sometimes the barracks far away from the bustling land are sometimes more like a bandit nest. The so -called generals are just the lowest level. However, Ma Shixiang was extremely strict, or the Weicheng bandit leader liked to be called the general, so even if it was a daily conversation, the subordinates did not dare to forget to look up and add the word of the general.

Ma Shixiang wiped the rain on his face, watched the yellow -brown stagnant water around the barracks, and sighed with a sigh: "You can't always leave him in the place where the bird does not shit. The great future is waiting for the boy. Anyway, he is going to the capital to conduct the first test of the academy, just right with the noble team, even if you send that noble person. "

"I think the nobleman may not be appreciated ..." The captain answered angrily.

The door of the barracks behind the crowd was pushed away, and a beautiful niece came out, looking at Ma Shixiang and the captains indifferently, "Take me to see the guide."

In the end, it is the personal niece of noble people, and facing the court's side, there is no obscure arrogance.

The prime minister's door, the nobleman, the prince of the prince, this is a very headache character in the officialdom. It is recently causing people to cause trouble. It is the most troublesome. Ma Shixiang was really unwilling to deal with such people. He spoke two gossip at will, and waved his hand to call a school captain and instructed him to take the noble niece to find someone.

The rain was temporarily resting, and the Weicheng of Weicheng after the light rain was particularly fresh. There were three or two branches of Hu Liu beside the road with spring green, but although the scenery was good, but the captain did not take a few steps, the school captain led the niece. The destination is a humble and lively barracks.

Listening to the noise in the door, drinking the scolding order, and the maid frown slightly. Is it true that someone dares to drink in a barracks under the day of light? The curtain was brushed by the wind, and the sound inside was suddenly clear. It really was punching, but it was not a serious wine boxing -listening to the content of the line order, the niece's beautiful face flashed a hint of shame and anger, secretly clenched the sleeves secretly Fist in.

"Let's scratch the sensuality! Who is sensual, you sensuality! Who is sensual, I'm sensuality! Who is sensuality, he is sensual! ..."

The row of the lines of the line of lines is noisy, but after a long time, the victory and defeat have not been able to divide it. Seeing a teenager opposite the square table.

The teenager touched about fifteen or six years old, wearing a common cotton shirt in the army, the cotton shirt was covered with oil stains, and a black hair did not know if it was naturally generated. It was also greasy, but the face was washed very clean, so that the eyebrows were particularly clear, and the freckles on the cheeks were particularly clear.

"Who is sensual, you are sensual!"

Contrary to the contents of the punching boxing, the boy's expression at this time was particularly serious. Not only did he not have a slightest obscenity, but even his eyebrows were a little holy and lofty. Fabrics, punching like wind, and knife with a knife, as if the winning or losing of this punch is more important than his life.

Several green -headed flies with powerful vitality that survived in the harsh environment in the northwest were constantly trying to land on the front of the young cotton shirt that was dyed with oil, but was always driven away by his boxing wind knife.

"I won!"

It seems that the fist of all the air in all the air in the lungs of the two people at the table finally ended. The black -haired teenagers waved their right arm hard and declared their victory. They smiled very happily, showing a cute dimple on the left cheek.

The teenager's opponent refused to lose and insisted that he changed his punch when he finally called who was sensual, so he suddenly fell into a fierce quarrel in the room. At this time, I don't know who yelled: "According to the old rules, listen to Sangsang!"

Everyone puts their attention to the corner of the room. There was a eleven or two -year -old girl moving the bucket on the ground. She was short and thin, her skin tone, her eyebrows, and the maids who didn't know where her owner had stolen from her body. Loose, the hem is dragging on the ground, and the bucket that may be heavier than himself is obviously very difficult.

The little maid named Sang Sang put down the barrel and turned around, and the soldiers looked nervously at her, just like the heroes on the casino waiting for the dealer to open the final size, and it was clear that this scene was no longer no longer this scene was no longer For the first time.

The little maid frowned and glanced at the young man, and then looked at the army who was still angry at the opposite table, and said seriously: "The 23rd round, the cut of you, his fist, but you are talking about him. Less, so you lost at that time. "

There was a laugh in the room, and the crowd spread out. The army scolded the money. The teenager happily took the money with the money, wiped the oil stains on the chest, and then patted the other party's shoulder. Express sincere comfort.

"Want to open some, the whole Weicheng ... no, who can win my good luck throughout the world?"

The maid's face was ugly, so she had been standing next to her face to observe her face, the school captain's face was hard to look. He held the curtain with his hands, took a deep breath, was preparing to cough twice, but was stopped by the two strict eyes stared at by the maid.

Prevent the school captain from aware of the other party. The maid followed the young man and the maid to leave the barracks and looked at it silently all the way. The captain did not know what she wanted to do, so she had to be attributed to the cautious and weird habits of the nobles.

The young man named Ning Que did not show any special places along the way. He bought some food and greeted the fat aunt on the street tavern. It seemed very leisurely. The more ugly, the thin maid dragged the bucket behind him, but the teenager didn't mean to help at all.

The empire is a strict country, but the folk customs are simple. Even if they are the most indifferent nobles in Changan, the capital Changan, they can't watch a thin girl who is eleven twelve years old and can't move.

"Allow soldiers in the army?" Qingxiu's girl forcibly suppressed her anger and asked the captain next to him.

The captain scratched his head and replied: "A few years ago, Hebei Road was drought, and countless exiles flocked to the south and border counties. The roadside was dead. I heard that Sang Sang was taken out of the dead body at that time. Ning Que is also an orphan, and two people have been dependent on each other since then. "

"Later, he signed up for the army. The only condition was to bring this little girl into Weicheng." He glanced at the maid and carefully explained: "Everyone knows that this kind of thing is not allowed in the army, but their situation is a bit special, it is always a bit special. There is no way to force a little girl into a stalemate, so everyone is ... I didn't see it. "

Hearing this explanation, the maid's face looked a little bit better, but when she saw Ning Que's appearance of half a roast chicken, she saw the little maid who dragged the bucket in a few meters behind him to drag the bucket and red black. The thin cheeks, the mood became worse again, and said coldly, "Where is this dependent, he clearly wants the girl's life."

Weicheng is really small. After too many, four people went to a house south to a house in the south. There was a small Shiping outside the house. There was a humble fence on the periphery of Ping.

The little maid moved her half of the tall bucket to the side of the water tank, and then stood on the bench next to the tank to do the abnormal energy of the whole body and poured the water into the tank. While the steamed rice was empty, she took a rag and started wiping the tables and chairs doors and windows. After a long time, there was water mist rising, covering her thin body in it.

Although there was a rain last night, the rain was not large enough. The loess accumulated on the doors and windows was not rushed clean, but it turned into an ugly mud water trace. These mud marks were quickly cleared under the rag of the little maid. The house of the house suddenly became clean and bright.

Obviously, these housework she is doing it every day, she looks very skilled and fast, or the child's little black maid is hard -working like an ant, like a servant woman, walking west like a servant woman, full of sweaty face red, looks a little funny, it looks a little funny And some sympathy ...

The guy named Ning Que obviously lacks these two emotions. He is quietly lying on a bamboo lounge chair, holding a roll of old books with his left hand, and holding a hard branch with his right hand on his right hand. When he kept moving on the wet mud, when he thought about it, he threw the branches in his hand at will, and stretched his palms upwards in the air. After a moment of time, a pot of temperature put the good hot tea on the palm.

The army in Weicheng has long been used to the daily life pictures in this courtyard, so it is not surprising. The noble maids standing outside the fence are gradually cold, especially when the little maid is busy cooking and cleaning. Among them, I dare not forget to pay attention to observing the requirements of the juvenile army. When she is ready to pour tea at any time, she has grown the frost on her face, as if she is going to condense.