Bold Witch, Don’T Hurt My Husband

Chapter 187 Four realms

Shicheng, where troops were stationed on the front line of the ominous place, was very lively at this time.

On the school grounds, more than a thousand people sat around the bonfire, drinking and eating meat. It was very lively, and the same was true in many courtyards in the city.

Holding a sea bowl, Niu Zhuang laughed heartily at the hundred or so brothers around him, bragging about his glorious deeds as a mad cow guard to those recruits.

Mad Bull Guard, when Xia Fan heard this name, Xia Fan almost spit out a mouthful of dirty wine, what a crappy name.

It was only later that I learned that each centurion has its own name, but most of the centurions are big bastards who can't read a single word, and they don't know how to choose elegant and domineering names, so most of them are like mad cow guards. style of painting.

Of course, this is also related to their centurion's surname, Niu. When the centurion dies, the whole team will be disrupted and reorganized, or there will be another Sea Transformation Realm in the team to take over the banner. .

"A sword is a sword, why does it have a name?" the old man laughed.

At this time, the two looked at each other, Xia Fan was a little puzzled, but as long as a sword is not too common, it will always have its own name, which will also help the sword to give birth to spirituality.

Just like Izumo, it is already a half-immortal sword. If it is cultivated by his side, it may be able to transform into a real immortal sword in about a hundred years. By then, its spiritual wisdom will be the same as that of ordinary people, so it will naturally have its own name.

But the old man's sword has no name. How could a sword repairer's sword have no name, and it's not a Law Weapon. You know, even some famous Law Weapons from Dao Sect or Four Seas Pavilion have names, although it's just a title.

Seeing that he was puzzled, the old man continued: "The thing that is held in the hand is called a sword. Since it is something that is held in the hand, why does it need a name?"

"Have you ever heard of the so-called Ten Thousand Sword Mountain? Swords are like clouds, and ten thousand swords return to the mountain?"

Xia Fan nodded. Mo Jingchun once said that when he had a chance, he was asked to go to the sword mound in Ten Thousand Sword Mountain to choose a sword.

It is true that the reason why he does not have the so-called saber now is entirely due to this consideration, thinking that he will have the opportunity to visit Ten Thousand Sword Mountain in the future, and maybe he will be able to find a sword he likes by then.

Seeing this, the old man laughed loudly: "Hahaha, the so-called famous sword has a fart use!"

"You have to know that no sword is famous because of the sword itself, it depends on who is holding the sword! Let people control the sword, not the sword to control people."

Having said that, the old man looked at the back of Xia Fan's right hand and asked, "What do you think the sword spirit is?"

Hearing this, Xia Fan replied without even thinking about it: "The qi and blood are nourished, and the soul is connected, and it is driven like an arm, so it can become a spirit."

The old man nodded and asked again: "Then who can communicate with you?"

This question made Xia Fan stunned for a moment, because he didn't know, he only knew that the sword would produce a trace of spirituality by accumulating its qi, blood and consciousness for a long time. The way to go.

A sword with a hint of spirituality is called a spiritual sword. Of course, some people pick up ready-made swords and find a sword with spirituality in itself, and then cultivate and refine it to become their own natal sword.

The attributes of spiritual swords are much sharper than ordinary swords, the sword energy is more powerful, and the Divine Ability is stronger, so it is sought after by others.

"The so-called spirituality of the sword is actually the intention of the sword holder, because only he knows himself best."

"In that case, the sword is just a sword, without spirit or name!" the old man said with a smile.

This is this sword cultivator's own understanding of swords. Even though he is a sword cultivator from Ten Thousand Sword Mountain, his understanding is very different from the direction of his sect.

"What should the understanding of the seniors be?" Xia Fan asked.

"Hide the sword in the body and hide the mind in the spirit. When the sword comes out, the mind will come out and the spirit will come!"

The old man seemed to be trying to answer his questions. Although Xia Fan didn't know the old man's identity, what he said was true.

"Hahaha, Brother Xia, Brother Cui, come and drink!" Niu Zhuang took the big dog, and the two of them sat down next to each other, holding the sea bowl and drinking it.

As for Xia Fan and the old man, they did not lose a single drop of the wine they should drink.

Niu Zhuang wiped the wine stains on his mouth carelessly with his sleeve, the wine was still hanging on his beard, he didn't use his spiritual power to resist, his eyes were already three points drunk.

It's not that he was drunk, but that he wanted to be drunk, that feeling of being slightly drunk, and then smiled wryly:

"You said, the bastards of the foreign race are full and full, so why do you want to capture our human domain? Isn't it good to live by yourself?"

"You live your life, I live mine, everyone is safe and sound, as long as the well water does not interfere with the river water, if you have to fight, it's really fucking bad luck!"

Although Niu Zhuang is also a veteran who has been fighting for many years, it does not mean that he likes fighting. For honest men like them, it is enough for their wives and children to have a warm bed and eat and drink.

It's just that he is a soldier, so he has to put on his armor and go into battle to kill the enemy. In fact, he is far from the only one who has this kind of thinking. Almost most of the soldiers in the army are like this.

But when the enemy comes, we can't just ignore it. If they don't work hard, the country will die, and someone has to stand up.

Hearing this, the old man shook his head and said with a smile:

"Coexisting in harmony is just an idea that the weak deceive themselves. After so many years, I understand that there is only one way to live a peaceful life. Kill them to stop killing, and kill them until they are exterminated."

Suddenly, the two of them were startled and felt a horrifying killing intent. Even Xia Fan's back was dripping with cold sweat at this time.

This is especially true for Niu Zhuang. You know, Niu Zhuang thinks that he is not weak when it comes to murderous intent. After decades of fighting on the battlefield, there are not a few foreigners who have fallen into his hands.

Although there is no expert, he can't stand the large number. Even Xia Fan has a lot of blood on his hands, but he is still far behind Niu Zhuang.

But the murderous aura that flashed across the old man's body just now made both of them startled and sent chills down their spines.

When Niu Zhuang saw this, he quickly made a toast. He had met a master! This is it!

Soon, everyone drank more and more and had more fun. In the second half of the night, it actually stopped a lot. Everyone was chatting in twos and threes. Some even told the people around them that if they died, they should bring more to them during the holidays. Order good wine, and even ask people around you to take care of your family.

Such words are common among the crowd. Everyone knows that they may never come back, but the military order is like a mountain and must not be moved.

"It's strange. It was fine half a year ago. Why are you so nervous all of a sudden? I really can't figure it out!" Dagou and Niu Zhuang murmured, leaning on each other, back to back.

Hearing this, the old man on the side couldn't help but whispered:

"Maybe someone wants to burn it one last time before dying, to lighten some of the burden on the human realm and make it easier for future generations."

Yes, this old man Cui was the Nine Realm Sword Cultivator in the ancient hall that day. It can be said that this battle was fought for him.

Taking advantage of his last ditch effort, inflicting a heavy blow on the foreign race would at least keep the foreign race honest for a while.

Of course, the reason why he is here today is entirely because of his intention. To be more precise, he is here for Xia Fan.

Since half a year ago, he no longer suppressed his limits, and began to regain his true energy with all his strength, adjusting his condition to its peak.

This is also the reason why he now seems to have lost some sense of decay, and even two strands of black hair have grown on the temples on his head.

When his energy and blood reach the peak level, that is when he will die.

And in the past six months, he has not retreated. He has returned to the human realm, stopped and walked, and walked the path he took when he was young. Then he returned to the ominous place and came to the place where he fought.

I happened to feel a special aura and discovered Xia Fan.

He has the remaining skills of Liu Shifei, Zhu Hong, Daoqing Perfected Being and others, so naturally he can't hide it from the old man.

Taking a closer look, he soon guessed the identity of Xia Fan, the husband of Liu Wawa.

Thinking that I didn't know when they got married, and didn't even have a decent gift, I thought that since I saw it, I would give some advice and give it to the couple as a gift at that time.

But he didn't expect to meet a man who was born to learn swordsmanship. Sword Intent was round. If he had been two or three hundred years younger, he would definitely have accepted a disciple, but it was really too late at this time.

What was even more unexpected was that the child in front of him, who had just grown his hair, was already in the realm of hearing the Tao. In this case, he didn't mind giving some pointers on his practice.

The so-called four realms of hearing the Tao, knowing the Tao, seeing the Tao, and attaining the Tao are actually the degree of personal understanding of the Tao.

The power of enlightenment, if the Tao is clear, then you can hear the Tao. Xia Fan is at this stage now, and has even just crossed this hurdle. Many are still groping on their own, and generally those who hear the Tao are in the Five Difficulties.

Those who know and use their own way skillfully are mostly in the eighth realm, while he is in the third realm, seeing the way.

Knowing the origin, direction, and even the end of one's own Tao is like being able to reach out and touch it. The Tao is close to reason. Not everyone in the Nine Realms can reach this level.

As for gaining the Tao, that is Red Dust Immortal's business. If the Tao can really be caught in his hands, then he won't have to die this time.

Xia Fan was unlike everyone else. Among the hundreds of people, he was the only one who was not drunk at all. Firstly, he was physically strong, and secondly, he didn't want to get drunk, and he didn't have that kind of state of mind.

"So, senior is also here to try his best?"

Hearing this, the old man turned to look at him and smiled: "That's right!"

"You can't die at home, right?"

"Besides, it's not just me who is gambling again, isn't it the same for you, risking your life and seeking your life!"

"Boy, do you know what the ultimate goal of us practitioners is?"

In response, Xia Fan thought for a while and responded: "To achieve enlightenment and become an immortal!"

"Yes, if you achieve enlightenment and become an immortal, then do you know the realms beyond the three realms?"

"I heard it, this is Red Dust Immortal!"

The two of them asked and answered questions, and the old man was deliberately setting up his thoughts.

"Then do you know what it means to call Red Dust Immortal?"

Xia Fan shook his head. Admittedly, he only knew that the place above the Nine Realms was Red Dust Immortal, which had to pass through the Heavenly Gate before it could become a great avenue. As for why it was called Red Dust Immortal, he didn't know.

"Hahaha, everyone wants to be an immortal, but they can't let go of this human world. There are always some things that are more important than becoming an immortal, becoming an ancestor, living forever, and even more important than life!"

"Red Dust Immortal, to put it bluntly, is a group of people who can't let go of the past. Real immortals would have gone to live happily ever after. You are still young, you will understand later!"

Old man Cui can feel the amazing luck that Xia Fan carries, especially in contact with the baby surnamed Liu.

If he could live for another hundred years, he might really hope to see the day when the doll surnamed Liu would become an immortal.

For such a person, it is natural to establish his concept early and let him know that although it is your own choice to do something, as a person, there are always some things that require individual choices.

The wine was gone, and everyone was lying on the school ground in a mess. In fact, almost everyone was sober, but some could pretend to be drunk.

They are all practitioners, so it is impossible for them to be the same as Ryoichi.

Thousands of people were waiting silently for dawn. The burning bonfire was extinguished at some point. The huge campus was quiet, except for occasional whispers.

Finally, the two suns in the sky rose again, and the soft sunlight passed over everyone on the school grounds.

I saw more than a thousand people standing up silently and forming neatly into teams of a hundred people. My whole body was shaken, and the smell of alcohol disappeared.

Immediately, more people walked out from the many courtyards in Stone City. Soon, the huge school ground was filled with crowds. Xia Fan took a look and saw more than 200 large and small teams of 100 people, that is to say, two people. More than ten thousand people have gathered.

At this moment, two streams of light came from the sky, and they transformed into two middle-aged men wearing hedgehog armor, one black and one red, standing over the school field.

The coercion emanating from the two of them is in the Celestial Phenomenon realm, and they are also the ones who lead everyone and lead the army to fight on the battlefield.

The middle-aged man in black hedgehog armor said loudly:

"Everyone, the battle ahead is unknown, but someone has already fought against the alien race. We don't have much time. We must arrive at the designated battlefield as soon as possible to prepare to face the enemy!"

"I don't care which family's disciples you are, but as long as you enter this stone city, you are a soldier and you have to be under my control!"

"Soldiers, it is your duty to go into battle and kill the enemy!"

"Anyone who escapes from battle will be killed!"

"Anyone who doesn't obey orders will be killed!"

"Those who are greedy for merit and rashly advance will be killed!"

"If the entire team dies but the centurion survives alone, behead him!"

"If the centurion dies and the formation is disrupted, the entire team will be killed!"

"To save those who leave the sect without permission, behead them!"

"If the centurion dies and does not accept his army, all the troops on the left and right will be killed!"

The military regulations spoken by the middle-aged man in black armor clearly reached the ears of everyone on the school grounds.

Among them, some are directed at soldiers, some are directed at sect disciples, some are directed at centurions, and some are directed at centurions.

Any words spoken are punishable by death.

If the whole team is killed but the centurion survives alone, he will be killed. This is obviously because he is afraid that some centurions with higher strength will run off alone in danger.

You must know that they are soldiers and rely on the art of military formation. Without the centurion and unable to form a military formation, they will be dead on the battlefield and have no room for resistance.

"promise!!"

More than 20,000 people on the school grounds clasped their fists and shouted loudly. In an instant, their blood boiled. Even though Xia Fan and other sect disciples had never been in the military, they were surrounded by tens of thousands of people and naturally began to be assimilated. .

Looking at the crowd, the two Celestial Phenomenon commanders looked at each other, and then each exploded with the power of their own energy and blood, each linking more than 10,000 people. This is the so-called selection of soldiers.

Ordinary soldiers are connected with the centurion by blood, but the centurion is connected with the commander. Whoever your blood is connected with is the one you go with, and you can do whatever he asks you to do.

There are so many choices on the battlefield. It can be said that from the moment you join these tens of thousands of people, your fate is determined by the leader.

Soon, more than 20,000 people were selected by the two and separated. The black-armored commander waved his hand:

"March!"

After that, tens of thousands of people rose into the sky and came out of the stone city. Like a dark cloud, they crashed straight into the dark red light curtain in the distance.

Enter the front line!

(end of this chapter)