Countless arrows lay on the metal tarp, forming a thick layer that looked like dark dry straws. It covered the metal tarp and made it look like a thatched hut.
The cool autumn wind blew on the edge of the thin metal tarp, making a rustling sound, as if it was flipping the paper in a mansion's boudoir, and no one knew when the paper would be torn.
The disciples of the Academy did not worry that the tarp above their heads would be torn by the autumn wind. They believed in the Sixth Brother's talent in material science, so they did their own things quietly.
Liu Yiqing's sword had become a thin, black, and edgeless iron rod on the stove. The Sixth Brother was still holding the iron hammer and hammering on it. No one knew what he wanted to refine the sword into.
Beigong Weiyang tuned the strings and carefully wrapped a layer of soft cotton cloth around his fingers. The film that Ximen Buhuo had applied had also dried and formed a protective layer on his fingertips. He pressed on the holes one by one to test the feel of the flute.
The Fourth Brother frowned and stared at the automatically changing lines on the sand table. His calm eyes flashed with a wisp of Divine Sense. No one knew what he was calculating at the moment, whether it was the life and death of everyone or the end of the battle.
Only the Seventh Sister's mood was a little strange.
She was the only woman at the exit of the Verdant Canyon. She held the embroidery frame, held the embroidery needle, and looked down at the mandarin ducks on the embroidery cloth. In fact, she had been looking at the distant field out of the corner of her eyes.
The Second Brother stood there like a green mountain.
There was a worried look on her face. She was not worried about the current situation or the safety of her fellow disciples under the canopy, but about Second Brother's safety. Earlier, when Liu Yiqing's sly sword was trapped by the formation, she was the only one who noticed that a faint white turbulence had appeared on the surface of Second Brother's armor.
That was the result of the contact between the sword intent and the talisman intent.
The tarp at the exit of the Verdant Canyon was an array. It was designed by the Fourth Brother and her, and then arranged by her and the Sixth Brother. It showed the highest level of the three of them in the Academy.
This seemingly inconspicuous tarp array could block the autumn rain, the scorching sun, and could not be broken by the autumn wind …
Most importantly, this canopy formation could protect everyone under the canopy formation, and it could transfer all the attacks that the canopy formation couldn't withstand to the disciples under the canopy … to Second Senior Brother.
When the Verdant Canyon collapsed, the Tang Empire's thousand-year assassins suddenly attacked and killed three Divine Talisman Masters of the West-Hill Divine Palace. Second Brother once said that if the Divine Hall Coalition Army wanted to cross the Verdant Canyon, they had to defeat him.
It was not that he did not respect his fellow disciples of the Academy, but it was the truth.
Second Brother would take all the attacks from the West-Hill Divine Palace on behalf of his Younger Brothers and Sisters. Therefore, before he fell, the disciples of the Academy would definitely be able to defend the Verdant Canyon.
However, this also meant that he had to bear more.
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The Sword Garret of South Jin Kingdom had attacked. Although no one had expected that the second generation disciples of the Sword Garret would be able to defeat the people from the College, it was still shocking that they had ended up in such a pathetic state.
There was dead silence in the West-Hill Divine Palace Coalition Army.
"They are only in the Seethrough State … We all know that the disciples of the Academy are only in the Seethrough State … How could they set up such an amazing array?"
A highly accomplished Array Tactical Master from the West-Hill Divine Palace looked at the simple canopy formation at the exit of the Verdant Canyon and could not help but reveal an expression of admiration.
The voice of the Array Tactical Master came into the divine chariot.
Ye Hongyu frowned slightly, and the color of the Gown of Judgment became darker and darker.
She had lived in Chang 'an for a period of time and had many dealings with the Academy. However, it was not until this moment that she realized that the Academy's potential was actually higher than everyone had imagined.
In the decades between Ke Haoran and Ning Que, the two generations of the Academy who had entered the human realm, the Academy had always been very low-key. Even in the cultivation world, not many people knew who was in the back of the mountain of the Academy.
The West-Hill Divine Palace and the Sword Garret of South Jin Kingdom naturally knew more, but their attention had always been on Mr. First, Mr. Second, and Chen Pipi and Ning Que who had entered the Academy last. That was because the back of the mountain of the Academy had confirmed that only these four people had entered the Knowing Destiny State. The others had been in the Seethrough State for many years.
Today's encounter at the entrance of the Verdant Canyon had confirmed this speculation. The disciples of the back of the mountain of the Academy were indeed in the Seethrough State. If they were placed in the cultivation world, they would be considered masters. However, in the context of the current battle in the human world, where powerhouses in the Knowing Destiny State emerged one after another, these disciples in the Seethrough State seemed very insignificant.
Even if these disciples of the back of the mountain of the Academy were the most talented in certain fields in the past, who would remember their names after so many years? Furthermore, how could geniuses help cultivation?
Therefore, no one cared about them.
The eyes of the West-Hill Divine Palace had been fixed on Second Brother, who had walked into the wilderness like the bright moon rising from the mountains.
It was not until the heavy cavalry began to charge and Liu Yiqing's swords were smashed into scrap iron that they realized they were wrong.
They were all second-generation disciples, but the Academy was not the Sword Garret.
The Academy was not any place.
There was no place that could be compared to the Academy.
The Seethrough State of the Academy was not an ordinary Seethrough State.
The disciples of the back of the mountain of the Academy could fend off thousands of troops with just a zither and a flute.
What shocked the bigwigs in the coalition even more was that each disciple of the back of the mountain of the Academy had his or her own field of expertise. These people combined could produce incredible results.
This was education without discrimination.
Therefore, the Academy would accept people from the Devil's Doctrine and geniuses from Haotian Taoism. That was why there were people like Ke Haoran and Ning Que in the Academy.
This was teaching in accordance with their aptitude.
Therefore, no matter if they played chess or chewed flowers, they would find their own world after learning in the Academy.
"Could it be that the Headmaster of the Academy had already thought of the current situation when he accepted disciples many years ago?"
Ye Hongyu thought silently. Her admiration for the Headmaster of the Academy grew stronger.
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"We can't be blocked outside the Verdant Canyon."
The Great Divine Priest of Revelation looked up at the cloudless blue sky through the top curtain of the sacred sedan. He said, "The battle between Haotian and the Headmaster of the Academy is unknown. Therefore, the outcome of the battle in the human world is particularly important, and Chang 'an is the key to this battle in the human world."
Cheng Lixue knelt beside him and served him a cup of tea.
The Great Divine Priest of Revelation took a sip of tea to moisten his dry throat. He said, "Now that the God-stunning Array has been temporarily destroyed by the Hierarch, the key to Chang 'an is the battle between the Abbey Dean and Mr. First. As long as Mr. First can't hold the Abbey Dean back, the Abbey Dean can open the gate of Chang' an."
Cheng Lixue's fingers trembled slightly. It was not until now that he knew the overall plan of Haotian Taoism and that Chang 'an was in such a dangerous situation.
"Chang 'an will open in six days. But even the Abbey Dean can't completely destroy the God-stunning Array. No one knows when the city will repair itself. Therefore, the army must hurry over."
The Great Divine Priest of Revelation looked at the green mountain in the north and the narrow exit of the Verdant Canyon. He said expressionlessly, "Continue. As long as you are human, you will get tired eventually."
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The commander's flag was raised in the camp of the coalition.
Countless military orders were passed down from Commander-in-Chief Bai Haixin to the various military camps.
After a while, dense and even violent hoofbeats sounded again.
More than two thousand heavy cavalrymen marched out of the formation and then divided into dozens of groups. They kept a distance from each other and rushed toward the Verdant Canyon like countless dark clouds.
At the exit of the Verdant Canyon, there were still three hundred seriously injured warhorses lying on the ground. Some cavalrymen were supporting each other as they walked back. All of this proved that charging was useless against the Verdant Canyon.
But the West-Hill Divine Palace Coalition Army had no other choice.
If they abandoned their horses and fought on foot or used heavy infantry to crush them, they would only become corpses for Second Brother's iron sword. The only way they could compete with the broad and straight iron sword was the impact.
This was the only way to break through the Academy's defense. It was also the best way.
As the Great Divine Priest of Revelation said, as long as there were people, they would get tired.
There were more than 200,000 people in the West-Hill Divine Palace Coalition Army. They would not get tired if they took turns to charge.
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The concentrated sound of hoofbeats rang out, and it did not stop.
More than two thousand cavalrymen maintained the most efficient formation and charged toward the Verdant Canyon in batches. They did not put in much strength each time, but they made sure that the disciples of the Academy had to deal with it with all their strength.
Most importantly, under the strict military orders, these cavalrymen had to ensure that their attacks were continuous without a moment's pause in between, so that the disciples of the Academy would not have any chance to rest.
The black waves formed by the cavalry kept hitting the exit of the Verdant Canyon. There seemed to be an invisible barrier there, an invisible reef.
A dark cloud floated over and hit the Verdant Canyon. It broke into pieces and scattered. A black wave crashed into the Verdant Canyon, breaking into water foam and falling down silently.
The screams of the warhorses and the sound of bones breaking rang clearly in everyone's ears. It was even louder than the dense hoofbeats.
But no matter how miserable the situation in front of them was, the cavalrymen still charged expressionlessly. Their mission today was to die. Their goal was to make the disciples of the Academy feel tired with their own deaths.
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Beigong Weiyang did not feel tired. Or rather, he did not know what it felt like to be tired.
All his attention was on the zither in front of him. He lowered his head and focused on the slightest vibration of the zither strings. His loose black hair swayed in front of his eyes.
His clothes had long been soaked in sweat, and even his hair had become extremely wet. As he played, beads of sweat fell from his hair.
With a soft sound, the bead of sweat fell on the zither strings and was instantly burned into smoke.
But he did not notice it at all. He was still playing the zither.
His fingers kept plucking, twisting, and pressing on the zither strings, moving as fast as lightning. The cotton cloth wrapped around his fingers had long been torn and blood could be seen faintly.
Ximen Buhuo did not feel tired. He only felt a little pain.
His hand was very painful.
The glue that had been stuck to his fingertips had long been torn apart with the countless punching movements. It peeled off and dried into powder, flying around the flute like fog or smoke.
There were already mottled blood stains on the smooth and lustrous flute.
It was very beautiful when blended with the faint vermilion color of the flute.
This pair of Senior Brother and Junior Brother, who were good at music, were originally the most carefree, cheerful and joking people in the Back Mountain of the Academy. But once they immersed themselves in the world of music, they had a different kind of elegance.
But at this moment, they did not have any elegance to speak of. They were not in the mood to tell jokes. Their faces were pale, their lips were dry, and their hair was messy. They were as haggard as those old musicians who performed on the streets.
Their expressions were very solemn, very heavy, and very solemn.
This kind of heaviness made them show another kind of admirable aura.
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