The allied army's tent was really big. Even with hundreds of people sitting there, it still didn't seem crowded. Moreover, those people were very quiet, so the spacious tent actually felt a little more quiet.
"This is an order from the Great Divine Seat."
Bai Haixin looked at the people who were resisting with silence and said indifferently, "Don't think about the glory and respect you enjoy in the sects and the human world. You should know that we are in the army now. We are fighting against the Tang Empire. We are carrying out the will of Haotian."
A cultivator in the Seethrough Realm stared at him and said sternly, "Even the heavy cavalry can't break through. What can we do? Who can withstand the sound of the zither and the flute? "
Bai Haixin said, "Since I want you to abandon your horses and fight, then you don't have to worry about your mounts. As for the sound of the zither and the flute … The Revelation Divine Palace is making talismans now, and they will be distributed to you later."
"I don't want to hear any more questions. What you need to do now is to accept."
Without waiting for the usually arrogant cultivators to object, he continued expressionlessly, "What ordinary soldiers can't do, of course, has to be carried out by you. Otherwise, why would Taoism pay for you?"
An angry voice came from the back of the crowd, "Aren't you sending us to our deaths?"
Bai Haixin's face suddenly turned cold. Looking at the source of the voice, he asked, "Who's talking?"
No one answered, no one dared to answer, and no one dared to speak again.
At this time, there were hundreds of military powerhouses and cultivators from various sects in the tent. Usually, even if Bai Haixin was the general of the South Jin Kingdom, he would not make them keep quiet. However, they were in the Divine Hall Coalition Army. Everyone knew that Bai Haixin's words represented the West-Hill Divine Palace.
Not daring to speak did not mean not thinking. The cultivators' faces darkened. They all knew that the man was right. The West-Hill Divine Palace wanted to send these small vassal sects to their deaths. They wanted to use their own deaths to consume the Psyche Power and physical strength of the Academy's disciples …
"Think about your sect. Do you want it to last for a long time, or do you want it to disappear like fireworks? Think about your family and disciples that you left behind in your hometown, and think about the great existence above the heavens."
After saying this, Bai Haixin turned around and left the tent.
There was dead silence in the tent. Silence represented acceptance. They had no choice but to accept it.
Compared to the warm atmosphere in the Verdant Canyon, it was cold here.
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The rolling green mountains blocked the warm water vapor from the Great Swamp in the south. Qinghe Prefecture had always been known for its spring-like seasons, but it was already late autumn. After night fell, the temperature in the wilderness gradually dropped.
A bonfire was lit in the barracks.
The stars in the night sky were obscured by the silver glow of the bright moon. At this time, they were illuminated by the countless bonfires in the wilderness, making them even more indistinct. If one did not look carefully, one would even think that there were no stars in the night sky.
More than twenty people sat around a bonfire.
They were all disciples of the Sword Garret of South Jin Kingdom.
All the disciples surrounded a man with extremely respectful expressions.
The man was dressed in linen clothes and had his hair combed into a simple bun. His face was ordinary, but his eyebrows were very special. They were so thick that they seemed to be drawn with an ink brush.
On the ground beside him, there was an old golden crown.
In this world, only emperors could wear a golden crown.
This man was not the emperor of any country.
He was the emperor of the way of the sword, a saint of the way of the sword.
He was Liu Bai, so the golden crown was beside him.
"The Divine Hall's idea will definitely not work."
Liu Bai looked at the bright moon in the night sky and was silent for a long time.
The disciples did not dare to ask any questions. They waited for the teacher to continue.
"It seems very stupid for the few people from the Academy to stop an army of tens of thousands, but they are not. So it will not work if the Divine Hall wants to use up Jun Mo's strength."
Liu Yiqing coughed twice in pain and said, "Mr. Second is powerful, but he is limited. Moreover, with his arrogant and domineering fighting style, it will be difficult for him to hold on for too long."
Today, he had suffered another crushing defeat at the hands of the Academy disciples and was seriously injured. However, he was not as angry and sad as before. He was still calm enough to analyze the situation.
"The Divine Hall thinks just like you. So it's all the same."
Liu Bai said, "You all think that Jun Mo is arrogant and domineering, so every time he uses his sword, he consumes more Psyche Power and energy and cannot last long. That's ridiculous."
"Jun Mo's iron sword, whether it's smashing or patting, seems to be more laborious than chopping, but it's not the case. That's because you don't understand that when you use your sword to chop, you use your strength to wear out the edge of the sword. But when he smashes and pats, he uses the Heaven and Earth's Yuan Qi. If you want to wear out that thick iron sword, I'm afraid you'll have to wait until the end of time.
After saying this, the world's top swordsman took out a thin branch from the bonfire that had not yet burned. He slowly raised it to a foot in front of his eyebrows and then casually waved it down.
The Qi of Heaven and Earth around the bonfire moved with the waving of the branch. Several wisps of thin Qi stuck to the tip of the branch and became thicker and thicker as he waved it, until it finally condensed into a ball.
Liu Bai's branch finally fell into the bonfire.
The ball of Qi of Heaven and Earth that condensed in front of the branch dissipated when it met the fire.
The bonfire burst into flames with a bang, and the flames reached thirty feet into the night sky, brightening up the military camp.
There was an exclamation around, but after a while, it gradually subsided.
Liu Yiqing lowered his head and thought silently for a long time.
His eyes could not see, but his Psyche Power could clearly feel what the branch was doing.
"Mr. Second doesn't need strength to wield the sword. He uses the Qi of Heaven and Earth to wield the sword, and in turn, mobilizes the Qi of Heaven and Earth to help the sword momentum. This is not a martial arts practice, nor is it a method of the Devil's Doctrine, but … different means lead to the same goal."
He suddenly raised his head and looked at the Verdant Canyon where he could not see, and said in a trembling voice, "This kind of swordsmanship consumes the least Psyche Power and physical strength, so he can keep killing!"
"Your view is both right and wrong."
Liu Bai threw the remaining half of the branch into the bonfire and said, "You're right because you said what Jun Mo did when he wielded the sword. You're wrong because you haven't understood that he is not using the Qi of Heaven and Earth to wield the sword …"
"He is using the Qi of Heaven and Earth to beat people."
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It was quiet around the bonfire.
More than twenty disciples of the Sword Garret were silent, each with their own thoughts. They had followed the world's strongest cultivator and practiced swordsmanship hard, so they were proud of their swordsmanship. That was why they were always dissatisfied with the Academy and disliked Mr. Second's pride. But now they understood that he had his own reasons for being proud.
Liu Bai asked, "Where has Jun Mo's iron sword been?"
A disciple thought for a while and said uncertainly, "The iron sword was in front of him when he was not holding the sword."
Liu Bai asked, "How far in front of him?"
No one paid attention to this detail.
Liu Bai said, "Only I will pay attention to this detail, because this is what Jun Mo wanted me to see. The iron sword has always been … one and a half feet in front of him."
Everyone was surprised.
Everyone knew that the Sage of Sword Liu Bai's most famous Sword Taoism philosophy was that the sword could not reach one foot in front of him.
One and a half feet was longer than one foot.
So one and a half feet in front of him was stronger than one foot in front of him?
Liu Bai knew his disciple's mood at this time, so he smiled and said, "Cultivators must be confident, so pride is the most common external manifestation. I have seen many proud people in my life, such as Ye Su and the dead Old Man of Judgement, but I have never seen anyone more proud than Jun Mo."
The disciples were silent.
"And pride is the way to his death." Liu Bai stopped smiling and said indifferently, "Because pride is an emotion. A real swordsman cannot have any unnecessary emotions."
A disciple finally could not help but ask, "When are you going to fight?"
"The Divine Hall is anxious, but I am not. The Tang Empire will not be destroyed in one battle."
Liu Bai said, "This Battle of Verdant Canyon is a great opportunity for you to learn from the Academy. Jun Mo is also my favorite opponent. As I said earlier, I will definitely wait until he is at his strongest before making a move."
The disciples thought that Mr. Second had guarded the Verdant Canyon with his sword and did not retreat a single step. He was already extremely powerful and even invincible. Could he become even stronger?
Liu Yiqing asked, "When will Mr. Second be at his strongest?"
"Jun Mo is an ordinary person, so he will behave like an ordinary person. That is why he spared your lives today. But when he holds his sword, he is no longer an ordinary person. When he starts to get injured, when he starts to get tired, when he discovers that his pride has been provoked, and when he starts to become truly angry, when everyone thinks that he is going to fail, that is when he is at his strongest. "
Liu Bai stood up and looked at the quiet Verdant Canyon across the field. He felt the warm aura coming from there and slowly put his hands behind his back. He did not speak for a long time.
The disciples of the Sword Garret also stood up and looked in that direction, not knowing what he was looking at.
"The army is vast and powerful, but they are still in the mood to cook in the face of danger. Well, the rice is a little burnt, but the pickles taste good."
The night wind blew gently. Liu Bai smelled the scent in the wind and said with emotion, "This is life. Neither war nor killing can affect the process. This is life. "
"Why are the disciples of the Academy so calm? It is not because they are confident, but because they are doing what they want to do and doing what makes them happy. So they take it for granted. "
"My sword can take it for granted, but I can't live like them."
Liu Bai looked at the Verdant Canyon and said with a smile, "The Academy is really a magical place. It is a pity that the Headmaster is gone. Otherwise, I would like to live there for a few years."
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The second day of the Battle of Verdant Canyon.
The sky was gloomy and it seemed to rain.
The smell of blood in the field was getting stronger.
The millet porridge in the pot was also very fragrant.
Everyone praised the pickles Sangsang had made in the back of the mountain years ago and began to eat the porridge.
They drank with great vigor.
After finishing the porridge, they helped Second Brother put on his armor.
Second Brother walked to the field with his iron sword in hand.
Seventh Sister did not sleep well last night. She rubbed her tired eyes and said, "Be careful."
Today, she was full of porridge.
Everything was fine.
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