Tantai Changle lived in the boudoir for a long time. In the end, she only liked women who were picturesque. She never asked about the change of dynasties. As for the concubines of the King of Beiliang, she only heard that they died early and did not enjoy a few years of happiness. Hong Bai, on the other hand, was born in the marketplace and had traveled extensively. He had also encountered several opportunities that made ordinary people envious. When he was in the prime of his life, he had also made quite a name for himself in the Jianghu of the Central Plains. As for why he was wrapped up in the flood of scholars rushing north and why he was sheltered under someone else's roof in Tantai, it was probably some bitter story that could not be joked about. After he became docile, he stopped playing with swords and spears. Instead, he picked up the books that he hated when he was young and cultivated his mind. When the old man mentioned this princess, he spontaneously felt respect for her. He said softly, "This princess was the only female sword immortal in three hundred years."
She asked naturally, "What is a sword immortal? Can one step on a sword and fly around? "
Hong Bai, who had not entered the second rank, did not know the profoundness of the land immortal realm. His straightforward personality did not allow the old man to make up nonsense. He could only say embarrassedly, "Probably."
She turned her head and covered her mouth to laugh. She was being kind and did not expose him. Hong Bai was a clever person. He blushed.
Tantai Changle stopped smiling and asked, "Does our Southern Dynasty have any sword immortals?"
Hong Bai shook his head and said, "I heard that there are more in the Liyang Dynasty. In the path of the sword, I have to admit that the swordsmen of the Central Plains have been more outstanding since ancient times. In the past, there was Li Chungang, the outstanding Jianghu talent of my generation. Now, there is the Peach Blossom Sword God Đồng Thái. I think that in the future, there will be people from Liyang. Beimang will not be the champion of the sword. "
The woman said with a fascinated expression, "Sword immortals, I really want to see them with my own eyes."
Hong Bai could not refute her openly. He only laughed softly and said, "One sword can easily break a river or shake a mountain and destroy a city. It is better for us ordinary people not to see them."
A strange phenomenon suddenly appeared between heaven and earth. It was as if the temperamental God had been enraged and had suddenly become irritable. Those who had to beg for food from God, such as tenant farmers, or shepherds, were most afraid of this. Tantai Changle didn't know the severity of the situation, but Hong Bai's face was already pale and dispirited. The old merchants in the caravan who walked the Silk Road all year round were the same. Tantai Changle looked up and saw that the line between heaven and earth was like black smoke, covering the sky and the sun. At noon, the sky gradually darkened like dusk. Walking in the thousands of miles of yellow sand, one was afraid of land dragons and water, and another was afraid of this kind of sandstorm. The former was relatively rare, while the latter usually occurred in spring. Now that summer had turned to autumn, how could such a terrible disaster happen for no reason? The key was that the sandstorm this time was particularly fierce. Looking at the terrifying momentum of the wind and sand in the distance, Hong Bai did not expect to encounter such a scale of sandstorm in the Gobi Desert. He made a prompt decision. The caravan had nowhere to retreat in the Gobi Desert, so he ordered the caravan to start killing the camels, skinning them and removing the internal organs. A camel's skeleton was freed for the Tantai caravan to enter. More than fifty camels gathered in a pile and covered the gaps with camel's skin. Perhaps they could escape this disaster. Usually, they could hide near the kneeling camels in a small sandstorm, but today, they did not dare to be careless in this huge sandstorm. Fortunately, the camel's skeletons were large enough to squeeze two people. As for whether they could escape the sandstorm or not, it was up to fate.
Hearing that they had to kill the camel to avoid the wind, the woman could not bear to part with the white camel she was riding. Her eyes were red from crying, and she was unwilling to take out her knife to kill and skin the camel. Hong Bai and the nimble members of the caravan did not care about the valuable goods. They quickly killed the camels that depended on each other and hurriedly removed the internal organs and stomach pouches. The sandstorm was close at hand. When they looked up, they could already see a black sand column as tall as a city wall coming from the northwest. It rolled up countless sand and stones, and the whistling sound was like thunder. Looking back, he saw that the Miss was still looking at the white camel. The old man was so anxious that his eyes turned red. He did not care whether the Miss would hold a grudge against him or not. He raised his knife and wanted to kill the camel for her. Just as the old man said, the goods carried by the caravan were valuable, but human lives were even more valuable. The caravan members were all elites of the Tantai silk trade. If anyone died, it would be a loss that the family could not make up for in a short time. Not to mention, Tantai Changle was the old master's most doted granddaughter. Even the old master liked her. If she died in this sandstorm, Hong Bai would not have the face to go back alive.
Hong Bai shouted loudly, "Miss, you can't delay any longer!"
Her face was full of grievances. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying. She looked very pitiful. Hong Bai sighed in his heart. He raised his knife and walked towards the most beautiful white camel in the caravan.
Tantai Changle turned her head. Although she could not bear it, she was not so insensible as to stop him.
When she turned her head, she suddenly widened her bright eyes. She saw a scholar in a black robe with white undershirt floating towards her. She thought she was seeing things and blinked hard. In the blink of an eye, he brushed past her and came to Hong Bai's side. He pressed on the old man's arm. Hong Bai looked up with a blank face. The scholar who had borrowed a bag of water from the caravan shook his head, as if indicating that Hong Bai did not need to use the knife. When Hong Bai was hesitating, the scholar who had traveled for many years did not know what was good for him and continued to move forward. He floated for five or six feet in a flash. Tantai Changle was stunned. Wasn't he the scholar who did not have the strength to truss up a chicken? When she saw him pay for the water, she laughed in her heart that he did not know the dangers of traveling and dared to travel alone in the desert.
At that time, she had a woman's thoughts that no one knew about. She only thought that such a handsome scholar like him should stay in a dilapidated ancient temple in the wilderness to study at night. Perhaps there would even be a fox immortal who would recommend herself to sleep with him. Fortunately, her face was covered with a silk scarf at that time, so no one saw her cheeks blushing.
The scholar moved forward alone. He was only about three miles away from the black wall.
A sword was unsheathed from the book chest.
A red robe appeared out of nowhere and appeared next to the scholar.
It was Hsu Fengnian. Other than the Spring and Autumn Sword floating in the air half a mile away, the scholar also took out twelve flying swords, which spun rapidly around him and the red-robed otherworldly item.
A large circular sword formation appeared out of thin air.
The sword formation was made of black silk. The twelve flying swords were forged from time to time. Naturally, half of them were Yin swords. However, the Morning Dew Golden Thread and the other swords were Yang swords. If he wanted to form the formation as he wished, he had to borrow the otherworldly item's strength.
The merchant only heard one word from the scholar. It was like a Taoist immortal speaking the truth, like a Buddhist chanting.
"Rise!"
Wherever the torrent reached, it was blocked by the sword formation. Only the front part of the sword formation was forced to rise. It was as if there was a black rainbow hanging in the air above everyone's head. It drew an arc in the air and then fell a few miles behind everyone.
The Tantai Camel Caravan was completely in the middle of this strange phenomenon. Hong Bai was shocked beyond words.
He could actually see with his own eyes that a swordsman could use human strength to fight against the heavens!
After the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, the black rainbow and the sand moved back together. The place where everyone was at returned to normal.
The scholar carrying the book was nowhere to be seen.
The merchant caravan who had survived the disaster looked at each other in dismay.
The woman looked forward in a daze.
In Hong Bai's eyes, he vaguely remembered that in the Jianghu fifty years ago, there were also many women who looked at the sword wielding green robe in a daze.
When the sword was unsheathed, there was no injustice in the world.
Hong Bai sighed softly, "He's really like Li Chungang."
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