Spring goes and autumn comes, and in a blink of an eye, half a year has passed.

It was September, and autumn was also coming to the mountains in southern Han Dynasty.

The imperial troops stationed in the mountains and ridges did not feel any peace or happiness. Although the barbarians have not had any major wars for many years under the suppression of General Xu Tianbao over the years, it is a chore to station the border. Looking at the bleak scene of falling leaves, there is no idea of ​​enjoying the autumn scenery.

General Xu Tianbao, the general of Zhennan, is a burly one-eyed old man. He is strict in his army, but he loves soldiers as much as his son. In recent years, under his attack, the barbarians who were once arrogant and unreasonable and arrogant have also begun to be forced to move south.

A soldier who was in a hurry took a letter and ran into the Central Army camp where Xu Tianbao was.

Xu Tianbao was a rude man. He looked at the young soldier who was in a hurry and cursed: "Don't you know how to say something before entering the door? You are rushing to reincarnate!"

The young soldier ignored the old man's words and said, "A letter has been sent from the north."

Xu Tianbao frowned and asked, "North? Is it a letter from Diyang City?"

The young soldier shook his head and said, "No."

Xu Tianbao glared at the young soldier impatiently and said, "Where did that come from?"

The young soldier glanced at the old coach and said, "I guess it was sent by your precious grandson."

"Then why don't you hurry up and take a look!"

The young soldier handed the letter to Xu Tianbao.

Xu Tianbao couldn't wait to open the letter, but after opening it, it stumped him again.

The entire Zhennan Army knew about the old general's illiteracy; the young soldiers smiled secretly when they saw this scene.

Xu Tianbao looked at the letter in his hand over and over again. He was illiterate and could not tell the truth.

The young soldier kept silent and didn't ask Xu Tianbao if he needed help.

Xu Tianbao looked at the young soldiers who had not yet left and handed the letter to the young soldiers seriously, "Ah Xi! You don't have any strength in your eyes! How can you be my personal guard!"

Ah Xi said seriously: "If you don't speak, how can I know what you think? I'm not the worm in your belly. If I knew what you think, I wouldn't be a personal guard now."

After hearing this, Xu Tianbao kicked Ah Xi and scolded: "Don't be mean, read this letter to me quickly."

Ah Xi rubbed her butt, took the letter unhappy and said, "You kicked me out, see who will read the letter to you!"

Xu Tianbao took another look at Ah Xi, and Ah Xi reluctantly read it to Xu Tianbao—

Grandpa, who left Beijing two years ago, went to guard southern Xinjiang. He has not seen him for two years and has been very concerned about him recently.

My grandson set off in February and arrived at the Exiled Immortal City in half a month. The flowers bloomed all the way, and the ice melted. What is the weather in southern Xinjiang recently? If it is cold, remember to keep warm and add clothes.

Kunlun Wanren was very difficult, but he did not let down his hope. He had to join the Nine Heavens Sword Sect and return to Xiao Yichen's Sect. The weather in the southern border was humid, and I wonder if my grandfather's cold wind would be recurred? Can he be in good health?

The master and all my senior brothers are very nice to me. The weather in the north of the Pass, so don’t worry about my grandfather’s distance.

In the turmoil in southern Xinjiang, the barbarians are arrogant and the troops should be considered twice. In the case of war, residents in southern Xinjiang should be helped more and strictly prohibit their soldiers from disturbing the people.

It is inevitable to raise troops and fight military forces. There are also civilians in the barbarian lands. The people of both dynasties are innocent. When sending troops, do not harm the civilians.

Now that everything is safe, don’t worry about it, I will report it to you. (Early March of the 17th year of Chengping)

After hearing the whole letter, Xu Tianbao asked, "Early March? This letter has been in my hands for six months. The mailing of the great man is still so slow! Also, this scholar is so sluggish when he speaks. What does it mean in his letter?"

Ah Xi took the letter and handed it to Xu Tianbao and said, "Your grandson told you to take care of yourself and not worry about him. He is doing a good life. Also, don't harm the common people of the barbarians during the war; and then, he became Xiao Yichen's apprentice."

Xu Tianbao's eyes suddenly lit up and he asked, "Xiao Yichen! But the one Xiao Yichen from the Nine Heavens Sword Sect?"

Ah Xi nodded, "Yes."

Xu Tianbao smiled and said, "I took my grandson away, Xiao Yichen still has some gaze."

When Ah Xi heard this, she rolled her eyes.

Xu Tianbao is a physical cultivation master of martial arts. Now he is 500 years old. He lost his wife in middle age and did not take her again. The deceased wife gave birth to a daughter for him and passed away.

A few years ago, his only child passed away again.

So, in this world, he is the only relative of Li Changan.

The old man was born in poverty. When he was a teenager, he could not eat, so he turned his head on his waist and chose to join the army. Later, he met a kind-hearted general and was able to embark on the path of physical cultivation.

The old man loved soldiers like his son in his life, and every soldier was treated as his own son, so he was highly prestigious in the army.

After his daughter passed away, the old man took his grandson back to Diyang City. After a conversation with the Emperor, the old man resigned from his position as General Zhennan. This incident almost caused a mutiny in Zhennan Army.

In the end, the emperor agreed to posthumously grant Li Yunfei the title of "Anguo God General" and posthumously named "Zhongwu". He also appointed Li Yunfei's youngest son Li Chang'an as "King of Xiaoyao", and inherited the throne of Tiance.

The old man took the letter and remembered the innocent and miserable child. He murmured to himself: "Oh, I have pity my little Chang'an. I have no father before I was born, and my mother was gone in half a month. Only a rough old man like me is left."

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In the past six months, Li Changan occasionally received flying talismans from Qu Chengen.

Qu Lanling mainly talks about trivial matters, saying that she has lived in Jiyang Sect well, and her master and senior brother are quite happy to take care of her, but she has one trouble, that is, Jiyang Sect has no female disciples, only she is a girl, and she doesn't feel used to it.

In the past six months, the three moves of Huoyangli Tian, ​​Kui Shui Dangrily and Yi Wood in "Kui Fire Sword Technique" have been familiar with the three moves of Huoyangliu and Yi Wood in the spring. However, the "Kui Fire Sword Technique" has never been integrated with the "Qinglian Sword Classic" to reach the state of endless life and complementation that Xiao Yichen said.

The lotus pond in Liuyun Pavilion.

Li Changan stood on a lotus leaf like walking on the ground.

He took out a sword called "Panxu" from the storage bag. This sword is the worst-quality flying sword in Li Changan's storage bag and is also the only low-level flying sword that can be controlled now.

Li Changan held the sword in his right hand, condensed his spiritual power, waved forward, and a blue ripples appeared at the tip of the sword.

“Huhu——”

The sword is like water, storming in the pool, and in an instant, it cuts out half of the lotus.

Li Changan took a deep breath, "Is this the Kui Shui Wandering Sun with all my strength?"

Li Changan looked at the lotus flowers in the pond.

The green lotus comes out of the mud without being stained, and is washed in the clear water without being charming; it means being far away from the mortal world and transcends the distant world.

Li Changan stood in the lotus pond, feeling the distant world, the lotus flowers bloomed, the pool water was clear, Li Changan concentrated his mind and calmed his energy, passed through the meridian acupoints, and came out of the five gates, and gradually gathered on the Panxu Sword.

The spiritual power absorbed by the Qinglian Sword Book and the Kuihuo Sword Technique blended in Li Changan's body.

The sword body is full of green light, and the sword style is ready to go.

Li Changan swung his sword, trying to carefully check the power of the sword; the sword body suddenly trembled in the air, and a strong spiritual power fluctuation exploded in front of him. Because the distance of the fluctuations was too close, Li Changan was shocked and staggered, and seemed to fall into the water. He squatted on the pool water in a mess, forcibly swallowing the blood flowing from his throat.

“Failed.”

Li Changan kept gasping for breath, "It's really not that simple." After wiping the blood left at the corner of his mouth, he sat cross-legged on the pool and resumed breathing.

"If you don't have one, I will only be twice!" Li Changan's stubborn personality broke out.

After finishing his breathing adjustment, he stood up and continued to try to blend spiritual power and magic.

With the experience of the last time, Li Changan was prepared this time, but the ending still failed; but this time it was all the situation and it was not as embarrassing as last time.

After Li Changan's 693rd failure, fifteen days have passed. Li Changan, who has always believed in "perseverance, gold and stone can be carved", has also begun to shake.

He never succeeded in fifteen days and six hundred and ninety-three times.

Li Changan was lying on the pond water, his belly was empty and his eyes were full of fatigue. His body was already wet, and his clothes were covered with water stains and mud.

In the fifteen days, except for breathing, Li Changan did not put down his sword for a moment.

However, because of excessive use of spiritual power, Li Changan's hand holding the sword was trembling.

His empty eyes looked at the wound on his arm. This wound was too exhausted and his hand holding the sword was not grasped steadily, so Li Changan scratched himself; but fortunately the wound was not too deep and there was not much blood left.

The moment the sword scratched himself, the tired Li Changan had already fainted. If the cold pool water had not woken him up, Li Changan might have become the first drowned immortal cultivator in the history of the Nine Heavens Sword Sect.

"Is it time to give up?" Li Changan put down his weak left hand and murmured to himself in a tired voice.

The sun in early September is no longer very hot.

The breeze blew through his wet clothes, and Li Changan felt a little cold; the dazzling sun stinged his unfocused eyes, and he only felt the overwhelming tiredness sweeping over.

“It’s so uncomfortable.”

The weak eyes slowly closed, a roar in my mind, and the empty mind kept vibrating repeatedly.

In Li Changan's blank mind, a blue back appeared in a trance. The back turned around and looked similar to Li Changan. He looked at Li Changan and asked with a smile: "Are you going to give up?"

"I didn't give up Kunlun Wanren at the beginning, so how could I give up now? If I don't have fifteen days, I will only have thirty days. If I don't have thirty days, I will only have one year. If I don't have one year, I will only have ten years!"

Yugong can move mountains, and flies can shake trees; as long as people have ambitions, flowers will eventually bloom!

Li Changan's pale and empty eyes began to focus, and his eyes became clear and bright. He stood up again and sat cross-legged to restore his spiritual power.
Chapter completed!