Many years later, whenever the human race looked back on this magnificent and grand war in the Central Spiritual Realm, they would date the beginning of the human race's counterattack to the moment when the old Sword Sect leader Xie Qingyun and the new young Sword Sect leader Lu Qingshan led the Sword Sect's sword cultivators on the westward expedition and arrived in the Central Spiritual Realm.
But in fact, the human race's counterattack had nothing to do with the Sword Sect, nor was it the eastward journey of the Candle Dragon Palace, and it was not even the Yulin Guard and Chang'an Guard that Xia Zhao stubbornly assigned, but came from an ordinary sword cultivator.
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On the northwestern border of the Central Spiritual Territory, there is a wilderness area of ​​more than 5,000 kilometers.
On the edge of this wilderness area, there is a small border town.
This is a lonely border town. In the wilderness that spans more than 5,000 kilometers, there is only this human city.
Apart from this, there is not much difference between it and other cities in Daxia.
There is a clear river running through the small town.
It is because of the existence of this small river that this small border town was built.
Small bridges, either made of stone or wood, are built over the stream.
The river bank is lined with banana trees, and behind the banana trees are wine shops, from which the lingering aroma of wine wafts.
In front of the banana tree is a busy street with many people walking around and it is bustling and lively.
As a small border town, there are not many monks here and their strength is not very strong.
In the bungalow area on the west side of the town, there is a huge bungalow.
At this moment, in the bungalow courtyard, the sound of sharp weapons breaking through the air could be heard continuously.
At the gate of the compound, there is a plaque with the words "Feiyan Jian Li" written on it.
This is a sword gym opened by a swordsman named Li Si.
No one knows where Li Si came from. All we know is that twenty years ago, Li Si quietly entered the small town, bought a large courtyard, and opened a sword school.
The unique feature of the small town is that the various forces and classes in the city have long been fixed. If you want to open a business here, you must get the consent of those people and follow their rules.
Even if it's just a sword gym.
Li Si secretly opened a sword-fighting school in the city and soon ran into trouble.
Someone came to the door.
No one knows what happened.
All they knew was that once the door was closed, it would open again half an hour later, and the monk who came to cause trouble would leave with an embarrassed look on his face.
From then on, "Feiyan Jianli" took root in the small town and grew rapidly, becoming the largest sword hall in the town.
The reason is very simple. The sword hall only charges a symbolic spirit stone as "tuition" and teaches everyone without discrimination. No matter you are a casual cultivator, a disciple of a sect, or a cultivator of a family, Li Si is willing to teach you everything he knows.
The only threshold is a pair of couplets on both sides of the door.
"If you want to bully the weak, go somewhere else. If you are afraid of death, don't enter this gate."
But that’s just talk, who can’t make empty promises?
So this threshold is almost non-existent.
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In the courtyard, Li Si sat in a reclining chair, drinking wine leisurely.
Below, there are dozens of young sword practitioners doing their daily exercises.
The Feiyan sword is famous for its speed. To be fast and steady, it requires boring and continuous practice.
Li Si narrowed his eyes and looked at the disciples below.
His eyes are small, but that does not affect his sharp vision. He can always point out his disciples' mistakes promptly and accurately.
Like many sword practitioners, Li Si was extremely skilled in killing when he was young and had taken many lives.
Later, he also entered Longcheng Pass and killed the demon cultivators.
His Feiyan sword was honed in battles with demonic cultivators.
Later, he grew old, his cultivation failed to improve, his Qi and blood gradually dried up, his energy and fighting power were not as good as before, so he withdrew from Longcheng Pass in order not to waste any extra resources.
After retreating from the battlefield, Li Si was confused for a while, not knowing where to go or what to do.
Accustomed to a tense and eventful life where life and death depended on a single second, Li Si felt at a loss when his days suddenly became dull.
He began to miss the first half of his life, the fresh and exciting days in Longcheng Pass, and the time when he was young and rode his sword across mountains and rivers.
Then, Li Si recalled practicing sword by the river, and the girl named Feiyan who liked to wear skirts, and how the girl always liked to watch him practice sword.
Finally, when he was about to leave his hometown to pursue the way of the sword, the girl leaned against the ferry fence, looked at him blankly and said:
"Fourth brother, I'll be waiting for you here. When you come back, we'll find a small town to live in seclusion, buy a big villa, and have lots of children. You can teach them swordplay..."
But this time, it will be a hundred years.
Looking back, a hundred years have passed.
The beauty of the past has long since turned into a pile of yellow earth.
So, Li Si knew what he had to do.
He found a small border town, opened a sword gym named after a woman, and opened its doors to many people.
Li Si, whose mind was becoming increasingly indifferent, took a sip of the wine in his hand, stood up and prepared to announce that today was the end of the day.
At the moment of standing up.
He seemed to have noticed something, frowned and looked up.
Li Si saw the flying boats, as numerous as flying swallows, there were thousands of them, sweeping over like a dark cloud.
"What's going on?!"
He was shocked at first, then his heart skipped a beat and he sensed something was wrong.
"Master Li, Master Li." At this time, a loud call came from outside the door.
The next moment, a monk who was eight feet tall and had a sturdy build walked in quickly.
He is a guard of the City Lord's Mansion.
"Lao Zhang, what happened? What's the situation with these flying boats?" Li Si asked.
"Master Li, something big has happened!" the guard called Lao Zhang said hurriedly.
"Take your time, don't rush."
Lao Zhang took a deep breath and slowly explained the details.
Then, everyone present, including Li Si and the disciples of the sword hall, fell silent, frowned, and their faces became very ugly.
"Dragon City Pass has been lost, demonic disasters have entered the area, and the Central Spirit is in danger!"
This is the answer.
In addition, there are many details, such as the rebellion of the Huanling Sect and the destruction of the cross-domain teleportation array.
As for what is most important to the people of this small town...
That was the demon army from the Wujian Realm. After taking over Longcheng Pass, they used Longcheng Pass as an anchor point and crossed Xiantian Ridge like a flood breaking through a dam, pouring into the Zhongling Realm.
The inconspicuous small cities, small sects, and small families around Xiantianling were like inconspicuous pebbles on a shallow beach. They were instantly submerged under the impact and beating of the flood.
Longcheng Pass is located in the westernmost area of ​​the Central Spiritual Realm, so the demonic disaster started from the west.
The Central Spiritual Realm is very large, so even if the demons have a tremendous advantage, it will take a very long time to completely engulf the Central Spiritual Realm.
In response to the intrusion of demons, the leading monks of the major sects, families, forces and even cities in the Central Spiritual Realm, after immediately expressing their respect to the monks who had defended Longcheng Pass to the death, quickly made the necessary responses.
The monks of Longcheng Pass have sacrificed their lives for their clan, but there are always survivors who need to take responsibility.
The first order issued by the monks in charge of the Central Spiritual Realm was to clear the countryside and defend the city.
In particular, all human beings in the western area of ​​the Central Spiritual Realm should be quickly evacuated and transported to the currently safer eastern area of ​​the Central Spiritual Realm.
All the forces in the Central Spiritual Realm worked together, and in a short period of time, they produced hundreds of thousands of flying boats to transport the human race.
In addition, Daxia also issued a call for cultivators, summoning all cultivators above the fifth realm on the western front to organize defense and try to buy time for the evacuation of the human race.
Although it is said to be organizing defense, who doesn’t know that this is actually equivalent to “spending one’s life to delay time”?
All the disciples in the sword hall felt angry and shocked at this moment.
But there wasn't much fear.
Because they are still a long distance away from the front line, the demons cannot get here in a short time, so they can retreat to the east in an orderly manner.
As for Daxia's conscription order, it was none of their business.
First, their small town is located in the northwest and is not within the scope of the western front conscription order.
Second, there are no cultivators above the fifth level in this small town.
But even so, it is completely impossible not to feel anxious.
Besides, the flying boat has already arrived above the town, and evacuation is imminent.
Even if hundreds of thousands of flying boats were mobilized, it was still too few compared to the hundreds of millions of human beings in the western part of the Central Spiritual Realm.
The flying boat needs to be used back and forth many times.
Therefore, Daxia only gave them half a day and would not wait for them after the time limit.
These disciples were in no mood to practice sword skills or say anything more. They even forgot to say goodbye to Li Si. They hurriedly left the sword hall, went back to their homes, packed up their belongings, and prepared to board the flying boat to evacuate.
After Lao Zhang reported the news, he left immediately.
He also has to go back and pack his belongings.
Li Si has been silent since he heard the news of the fall of Longcheng Pass.
After the sword hall was empty, Li Si walked around the yard, walked back to the reclining chair and sat down, picked up the wine bottle and drank some wine.
But the more I drink this wine, the more depressed I feel.
So he stopped.
I don’t know what he was thinking, but the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter.
After a while, he stood up again.
Li Si looked far to the west, towards the location of Longcheng Pass, then poured the wine in the wine bag onto the ground.
The aroma of wine is everywhere.
He clasped his fists and bowed to the west, saying, "Let's drink together."
He didn't pack his belongings for the next half day.
In fact, he had no property at all.
The sword gym doesn't make any money at all.
Li Si simply cleaned the sword hall inside and out, making it spotless.
Then, he wiped his natal sword with great care, as it had not seen blood for many years.
Finally, he walked out of the courtyard with his head held high and closed the gate.
He didn't lock the door.
After taking two steps, Li Si seemed to have thought of something. He looked back, hesitated for a moment, and then stopped hesitating.
He removed the plaque from the door.
"Fei Yan, let's go together."
The plaque was taken down, and only the couplet remained at the entrance of the sword hall.
"If you want to bully the weak, go somewhere else. If you are afraid of death, don't enter this gate."
The large gold-plated characters shone a faint golden light in the sun .
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Li Si slowly walked out of the city gate.
He saw the crowds of people on the open space outside the city.
There was no end in sight, it was pitch black.
There are so many people.
Everyone's face was filled with panic at the demon army's intrusion, confusion at leaving their homes, and even curiosity and anticipation about riding a flying boat for the first time...
In fact, many of them had no idea what the demons were before this.
Even now, they haven't figured out this concept.
They just know that it is a very bad and powerful thing, so they want to retreat.
Li Si stood by the road, watching the rolling crowd, watching the old, young, women and children board the flying boat one after another.
Whenever a warship was fully loaded, it would rise into the air and fly towards the east, breaking through the clouds. Because of the extremely fast speed, it stirred up the air currents, leaving behind long trails of light that lasted for a long time.
At this time, there will always be children who exclaim "Wow".
For adults, leaving their hometown often means sadness and reluctance.
But for children, it represents novelty, and the magic of the flying boat makes them extremely happy.
Therefore, children are the only people who can laugh on the field at this moment.
Li Si watched from the side for a long time.
One flying boat after another broke through the air.
There are fewer and fewer people outside the city.
In the end, only the last flying boat had not yet taken off.
"Master, let's go." A baby-faced monk came up and said to Li Si.
Li Si glanced at him.
This is one of the many disciples in his sword hall, named Chang Youfu.
A very blessed name.
But the owner of this name is not so blessed.
He is an orphan and grew up eating at many people's homes.
Twenty years ago, Li Si came to the small town and opened "Feiyan Jianli". Chang Youfu, who was still a mortal, walked in.
Chang Youfu was not a cultivator and could not even afford a symbolic spirit stone.
But in the end, Li Si accepted him and taught him the techniques of cultivation.
Because Li Si saw something that belonged to a swordsman in Chang Youfu.
Facts have proved that his vision was not wrong. In just twenty years, Chang Youfu has made some progress in swordsmanship.
Of course, Chang Youfu also respected his master Li Si very much and regarded him as his biological father.
"Well," Li Si nodded, hummed, and said to Chang Youfu, "It's time to go."
"Master, you are going the wrong way. The flying boat is here!" Chang Youfu noticed that the direction Li Si was going was not right and shouted hurriedly.
"I didn't go the wrong way." Li Si said.
Chang Youfu was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized what Li Si meant. He was immediately startled and asked nervously: "Master, you are going to the west?!"
"Daxia issued a conscription order."
"He wants a cultivator above the fifth level. Master, you are still so old..." Chang Youfu was anxious, so he didn't even care about his propriety and spoke bluntly.
"I'm not above the fifth realm, but I'm also at the fifth realm, and I killed quite a few demons when I was young."
"Your master may be old, but he can still drink five pots of wine in one meal. Don't underestimate your master."
Li Si's words did not make Chang Youfu feel at ease.
The more he listened, the more uneasy he became. "But the conscription order was sent to the western front. It has nothing to do with us!"
"I've been there before. There are only so many people on the front line. How long can they hold back the demons?"
"But...it's no use if you go alone." Chang Youfu's voice began to tremble.
"Who said I can only be alone?" Li Si said softly.
Although he didn't see it, he knew that in addition to Li Si, there must be Zhang San, Wang Wu, Zhao Liu, and thousands of "Li Si" rushing to that battlefield.
"Youfu, if we want others to take our lives seriously and risk their lives to save us, we have to let them see how valuable our lives are." Li Si and Chang Youfu said.
Having stayed in Longcheng Pass, he has a broader vision than most people.
Therefore, he vaguely foresaw the situation of isolation and helplessness that the Central Spiritual Realm was about to face.
Li Si didn't know whether the cultivators from other realms would take huge risks to support their Zhongling Realm.
He only knew that instead of expecting others to save him, it would be better for the Central Spirit Realm to save itself first.
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"Master, then you must kill two more demons." Chang Youfu rubbed his red eyes and said.
Li Si saw some qualities of swordsmanship in Chang Youfu, so he accepted Chang Youfu as his disciple.
And this is the temperament of a sword cultivator.
"Of course, your master is very strong." Li Si assured.
"Chang Youfu, hurry up, it's time to set off."
At this time, someone on the last flying boat at the rear shouted to Chang Youfu.
It's time to set off.
"Go ahead." Li Si waved his hand.
"Then... I'm leaving?" Chang Youfu said.
"Let's go."
"Master, when I reach the fifth level of cultivation, I will definitely come back." Chang Youfu ran a few steps towards the flying boat, then stopped, turned around and shouted to Li Si.
"You must stay alive and wait for me to come back!"
He didn't dare to waste any more time and boarded the flying boat without waiting for Li Si's reply.
“That’s great.”
Li Si silently watched the last flying boat take off into the air and head east, muttering to himself.
He took another look at the deserted town, smiled carefreely, and with a thought, he summoned his natal sword that had not been used for a long time and flew away on the sword.
The flying sword and the flying boat rose into the air outside the small town one after the other, heading in two different directions, east and west, forming two intersecting streams of light above the sky.
The flying boat broke through the air, leaving behind a white trail, and retreated to the east.
The sword light cut through the sky, bringing with it a blazing wave of air, moving westward.
Mortals go east.
The sword cultivator heads west.
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Li Si is just an old fifth-level swordsman.
He is really ordinary.
He is also really extraordinary.