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Shang state, capital.

On the snow covered city wall, there are many figures, headed by Xia Wuhou, many officials standing behind him, and countless soldiers gathered in the city.

There was no one to speak, and the cold air was filled with a terrible sense of killing.

"Your Majesty."

"Say it."

"Yuncheng, 300 miles away, has been broken by the northern Ming army."

"I see."

"Your Majesty, do it!" Someone couldn't help saying.

Three months ago, the northern Ming army suddenly attacked, and the border Tianyu city was broken overnight. The army broke into their Shang state area like a lone wolf.

Up to now, nearly ten residences have been destroyed in the Shang state, and the northern Ming army is moving fast with clear purpose, and has the potential to attack the Yellow Dragon directly.

"It's no use." Xia Wuhou shook his head, and his deep eyes were filled with many helplessness.

The strength of the three ancient states was equal. Beiming wanted to break the Shang state, unless they gave all the details and sent out all the troops.

But now, in just three months, Beiming had broken down ten of their commercial residences.

It's weird.

Ah!

He sighed and whispered, "we can't stop the wrath of the holy land." Even if the bottom of a silent recovery.

Maybe

Thousands of years ago, there was a legend that the calligrapher brought not only Taoist Scriptures, but also a divine weapon of heaven, snow Ji.

Unfortunately, for thousands of years, no one knows the whereabouts of Xueji, let alone whether it really exists.

In the 6720 years of the Shang Dynasty, in that snowy day, the northern Ming army entered the capital. The two sides fought for seven days and seven nights, and even the land was sunk.

Countless soldiers fell into a pool of blood, many officials and generals died one by one. The capital city was completely destroyed and turned into dust, becoming a thread of gauze in the long history.

So far to the end, xiawuhou did not revive daodian.

What no one knows is that during the scuffle, a young man with an axe on his back broke into this place and took xiawuhou away.

The Shang state disappeared completely.

When the incident spread out, the whole southern zhanzhou was shocked.

Year after year, the ice and snow melt, spring flowers bloom, time has passed three years of spring and autumn.

In the peaceful town, there are two figures. One boy is carrying an axe, and the other is extremely down-to-earth. His clothes are shabby, his face is full of scum, his hair is shawl, and his eyes are dim. He follows the young man closely, as if he lost his soul, leaving only his body.

"There are so many young people in the world. As time goes on, some things are not destined, but they seem to be destined. Why should your majesty?" The young man spoke, but the man behind him remained.

For three years, he never said a word.

The boy shook his head and took him away from the town. After a few hours, he came to a dense mountain.

The young man raised his head and his eyes were clear: "if you care, why didn't you revive daodian three years ago?"

Suddenly, the person behind him picked up his head, burst out a few wisps of light in the dim eyes, and said hoarsely: "who are you?"

In the whole world, except for him and the calligrapher, almost no one knows where the Taoist Scriptures are, but the people in front of him even know it. Moreover, he, a young man, broke into the thousands of troops alone and rescued him by devils and gods.

From this point, we can judge that the people in front of us are not ordinary people.

The young man's eyes were calm and he said again, "if you move the Taoist code, it may not be the capital city that will disappear. The whole Shang state will sink. Therefore, you have not revived daodian."

Daodian suppressed the national movement.

But how could he know that?

Xia Wuhou stared at him: "who are you?"

The young man said with a smile, "you are the greatest monarch in 6000 years."

Xia Wuhou was silent.

"The capital is dead, you are dead, the Shang state is no longer a Shang state, but millions of people have survived," he added

Xia Wuhou still did not speak, his heart waves, just flashing out of a few wisps of light, again dim down, thinking, how can he an outsider understand?

But the young man's eyes were clear, as if he could see through his mind. Then he said, "if I don't understand, three years ago, I would not have saved you."

"Who are you?"

"Guess!" "If you say, I am not a person?"

Not human? What's that?

Xia Wuhou was puzzled and looked at the boy carefully.

See his expression, the young mouth a Yang: "the way of the world is more beautiful, as long as the years, I come from the world, but not human, just a virtual shadow."

Virtual shadow?

Xia Wuhou was shocked.

The young man grinned and showed some free and easy meaning: "can't guess, why don't you ask me?"

Xia Wuhou: Did he just ask?Seeing that he didn't speak, the boy suddenly stepped forward and waved his hand. Daodian in the mountain broke through the air. He held daodian in one hand and the axe in the other: "now, do you know who I am?"

Xia Wuhou was in a daze. He not only knew the place where daodian was, but also called daodian so casually, right? He was the master of books six thousand years ago?

At this moment, he froze.

Whoa!

When the young man opened the first page of the Taoist Scripture, the divine awn bloomed and rushed to the sky. Then he wielded his axe, and the powerful axe idea broke out from it and chopped into the sky.

Suddenly, a sound of thunder reverberated in my ears. When I raised my head, I saw a black crack in the void.

It's a crack in the void.

At present, this young man has actually cut through the void with an axe, etc axe? Daodian?

Xia Wuhou's eyes shrank and his heart was filled with waves. He seemed to think of something. According to legend, the God's weapon brought by the calligrapher was snow Ji, and its shape was an axe.

Judging from this, is the person in front of us really the master of calligraphy 6000 years ago? And the axe in his hand is the legendary heavenly weapon.

Oh, my God!

This is crazy.

Xia Wu Hou was completely stunned. He not only met his ancestors of 6000 years, but also accompanied the legendary snow Ji for three years, but he didn't know.

Pen!

The Taoist Scriptures collected all the divine awns, and then returned to the mountains to suppress them again.

At the same time, the young man also put away the axe, the void cracks quickly healed, all the Taoist methods are dissipating, and the heaven and earth return to the usual.

The boy turned his cheek and looked at Xia Wuhou with a smile.

The latter stopped and responded. He knelt down directly, his voice trembling and excited: "Marquis xiawu has seen his ancestors."

Shit!

"I'm not your ancestor," he said However, if you think about it carefully, it's easy to misunderstand him as a calligrapher.

All right!

The youth thought silently, leisurely open his mouth: "I am just a shadow of it."

The shadow of God's weapon.

Different from the black sword in Li Yi's hands and Zhou's, the youth is the shadow of the divine weapon of heaven, while Zhou is a God's residence of the giant sword.

Not ancestors?

Xia Wuhou was stunned. He quickly got up, took a deep breath, and again made a big salute: "I've seen you, master."

The boy blinked and said with a smile, "that's good to say."

Suddenly, the author wrote seven plants in his heart. But it's not over yet. There's still a lot to write about. The protagonist hasn't fought in the Holy Land yet!