Shrouding the sky: Slashing the world of mortals with a sword, becoming the strongest empress

At the beginning of the lanterns, Huangshan Mountain is quiet and quiet.

The frowning city lord slowly returned to the small house and sat down.

He picked up the teacup and shook it slightly.

The clear eyes reflected the gathering and scattering of tea leaves, flickering on and off.

The flowing light and shadow bounced back and forth on the tip of the city lord's handsome nose, making him look more elegant and noble.

Li Tianbao watched infatuatedly. He had a fervent fascination with the city lord in front of him who didn't even have a name but controlled the entire Xuanmang Ancient City.

Regardless of the so-called love, watching from a distance is enough.

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The ancient city of Xuanmang in the distance is still shining brightly.

Li Tianbao looked at the city lord who was about to disappear into the shadows, and the past reappeared.

He then remembered that three years ago, he was almost eaten alive by a white-fronted tiger with blood bat wings on its back.

It was the city lord who, like a god, came from afar and worked tirelessly to save him.

Li Tianbao still remembers that at that time, the divine rainbow falling from the sky complemented the clouds outside the mountains and forests.

The city lord is transcendent and beautiful.

The flying feathers, with the light of fire, easily burned away the wind and rain summoned by the tiger.

Even the bloody scene in which the city lord lifts a knife and splits the tiger's wings is poetic and picturesque.

At that time, Li Tianbao, who was still in fear, did not realize that he had escaped.

It wasn't until the city lord took out a black bead the size of a fist from the head of the beast that was so powerful in life and after death, and put it into his arms with his own hands, that Li Tianbao, who had narrowly escaped death, realized what he was doing, knelt down and kowtowed, and after tears Rolling off after realizing it.

At that time, the first words the city lord said, like a magic weapon descending from heaven, was "Don't cry."

Then the city lord stood against the light, enlightened, and stopped comforting Li Tianbao, who was still sobbing.

Wu Zi condensed a ball of water mist, and while shaking off the animal blood on his hands, he clucked his tongue several times in dissatisfaction, "It really stinks."

After a long time, Li Tianbao climbed up from the ground tremblingly.

Even though my legs were weak at that time, I still stood up straight with difficulty and bowed to my savior to thank him.

With his back to the light, the city lord, a god, was like a mortal, having emotions and making no secret of it.

The corner of his mouth seemed to be smiling, and he asked softly: "My child, do I smell good?"

The shocked young man Li Tianbao gave an affirmative answer.

At that time, the city lord, who still had long hair, patted Li Tianbao on the shoulder with appreciation.

A warm current rushed out from the palm of the city lord and turned into a trickling stream, making young Li Tianbao's still trembling blood stop feeling cold.

Finally, the city lord pointed in another direction and encouraged the young man Li Tianbao: "Go west for five hundred miles from here and you will see a city. If you want to have a certain ability to protect yourself in the future, bring it with you." Come to me with this bead. But you have to remember that this inner elixir must be hidden, otherwise once it is targeted by others or monsters, then..."

A gust of fragrant wind blew by, and the city lord turned into a divine rainbow and flew away into the sky.

Without a trace, just as he came.

If it weren't for the heavy weight of the bead called the Demonic Beast Inner Elixir in his hand, the still dazed young man Li Tianbao would have thought that what just happened was all an illusion.

As the eldest son of a poor family, Li Tianbao was a precocious young man, and he knew very well that he was very lucky to have a fairy tale that only appeared in the mouths of the elderly.

His parents named him Tianbao, but it seemed that God didn't pay much attention to him.

Little and lonely, even when he went to the mountains to cut firewood to make a living, he was almost eaten as blood food by a tiger that turned into a demon.

Probably the young man's passion, which had not been completely extinguished by worldly things, was revived by this danger and encounter with the immortal.

Young Li Tianbao woke up.

He didn't want to stay in a small town for the rest of his life, facing the loess and turning his back to the sky.

He didn't want life and death to be in his own hands, and he didn't want the road ahead to be narrow and full of constraints.

When the opportunity comes, Li Tianbao must not miss it!

After that, Li Tianbao said goodbye to his fellow villagers and headed west alone.

Just over 19 years old, he wrapped the tiger inner elixir in layers with rags soaked in dirty excrement, for fear of being discovered by a passing being who could sense spiritual power.

Traveling westward for five hundred miles, I saw all kinds of strange things, but there were still no dangers.

The monsters' sense of smell is more sensitive. Li Tianbao relied on his strong desire to survive and quick wits to overcome dangers many times and finally arrived at Xuanmang City.

Here, he met many young people who, like himself, longed for freedom and inspiration to become stronger.

The benefactor who saved their lives and futures did indeed keep his word and personally passed down the skills to help them break out of the sea of ​​suffering and enter spiritual practice.

Later, amid the sighs of gratitude from others, Li Tianbao realized that his benefactor was actually the supreme master of Xuanmang City.

The city lord is good at everything, but he is too neat and always likes to ask others if he smells good.

But compared with the other advantages of the city lord, this quirk is nothing.

You must give the city lord a name!
You must practice hard.

Li Tianbao cheered for himself secretly, and the stars in his eyes became brighter.

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A little lamp is like a bean, and there is light in the low house.

The city lord frowned tightly, and the tea in his hand had gone cold.

With a shake of his hand, the cup fell to the ground and turned into dust. The tea leaves scattered and stained the floor.

Having seen the ups and downs of the ancient city of Xuanmang over the past 300 years, I now feel that time is running out.

In order to let the glory of Xuanmang Ancient City continue to shine, he taught and educated people and cultivated talented people, so much so that he wasted most of his life on his cultivation.

But now, with the joint intervention of Zhongzhou Yuhua Divine Dynasty, Nanling Demon Emperor Palace, and North Desert Xumi Mountain, the eagles flew away from the city either passively or actively.

Xuanmang City, which has been shining for thousands of years but has long since declined, is the best gaming area for those transcendent forces with the same strength.

When the chess game is settled and the mountains and rivers are still there, can the ancient city survive forever?
There is still grass growing in his year, how many young eagles are there?
The city lord frowned, feeling very anxious.

In recent years, he has become a habit of twisting his eyebrows to calm down his worries. There was already a river-shaped mark between his eyebrows, which made the already dignified and distant face of the city lord look even more cold and tired.

Li Tianbao felt heartbroken when he saw it, and wished he could step forward to wipe away the mountains, rivers, wind and rain from the city lord's eyes.

"Time is running out, no more than three years at the latest. During this period, please ask the cultivators of Tianbao and the city lord to repair and strengthen the town as much as possible, and also help them complete the tasks on the Demon Sealing Heavenly List as much as possible. I -"

Squinting his eyes, the city lord's drooping eyelashes were slightly hoarfrost, just like his tone, which was very sad and sad.

"I'll go out for a walk and persuade people from the surrounding villages to come into the city. Then you can plan their treatment and security, okay?"

The city lord pondered, and poured himself a new cup of tea as he spoke.

"City Lord, are you sure about the decisive battle in three years' time?"

Li Tianbao groaned. He had seen the city lord's purple robe stained with blood last time.

He was afraid that the hero who hung high in his heart, who was more sacred than Xuanmang Ancient City, would suddenly fall one day in the future.

"Don't worry, I won't fall down before you give me a name." The city lord looked relaxed, and there was no trace of injury.

Then he said in a very affirmative tone: "Besides, even if I die, that evil god will be buried with me."

It was clear that he was speaking harshly, but the city lord's voice was still light and soft, without any strength.

Seeing the clumsy way Li Tianbao tried to raise his head to let the tears flow back, the city lord smiled again.

"God forbid, I will die one day. But even if one of me falls, more people will stand up to prevent Xuanmang City from losing its former prestige. I hope you are among those people."

"But I have just opened up the sea of ​​suffering now, and I am 19 years old."

Li Tianbao was a little discouraged. He had come into contact with many talented young people from sects, so he naturally knew how big the gap was.

"Opportunities can be snatched, and there have always been many late bloomers. In three years, if the city is destroyed, you can go to the Eastern Wasteland. There is a divine city there, which is older than Xuanmang. I have long written a book for someone My friend, he still has some power there, so I entrust you to him. I can rest assured. Remember, if that day comes, don’t forget this city, let alone yourself.”

"As long as you remember your original intention of practicing and always work hard towards your goal, that will be enough."

The city lord looked solemn, he could not let Li Tianbao deny him.

If even Li Tianbao himself feels that he is inferior to others, then it will be difficult for him to make progress in the future.

"In some enduring adventure books, there is always a young knight. He may not have much experience, but he has a pure heart."

The city lord thought for a moment and decided to pick up the old story to encourage the young man in front of him who always underestimated himself.

"What happened to the knight in the end?"

Li Tianbao asked. He felt that he was the knight who was passionate but inexperienced.

The city lord did not answer immediately, but asked back: "Tianbao, do I smell good?"

Li Tianbao nodded hurriedly and answered without thinking, "It smells good, it smells good, it smells very good."

The smile in the city lord's eyes made his features more dignified. He took a sip of tea and continued to talk.

"In the stories I heard or saw, knights were born and specially trained to protect the princess. One day the evil dragon took a fancy to the princess's beauty and took her away by force. The knight believed in his glorious mission and worked hard regardless of his own safety. To save him. But the disparity in strength between the two sides was too great. In the end, the knight was buried in the flames breathed out by the evil dragon, and only the remains of the armor that was about to be melted remained in place."

"What about the princess? Was she rescued?" Li Tianbao was not sad about the death of the knight in the story, but was curious about whether the knight's vision had been realized.

The city lord put down the porcelain cup. He hesitated and said, "I think I have been saved. The key depends on whether the young man in the future can set off and embark on a miraculous journey."

Li Tianbao scratched his head, expressed his confusion, and asked: "Why should it be counted? Is it possible to save it, or is it impossible? And the boy is——"

“Because there are so many stories!”

"It is said that a young man who embarked on a miraculous journey received help from a noble man. After going through all kinds of difficulties and obstacles, he was able to turn danger into good fortune and finally successfully rescued the princess. They lived happily ever after."

"It is also said that the princess is dead and the boy who slayed the dragon is still burning."

"There are so many storytellers, and there are so many storybooks... Anyone can make up stories, but I can't understand them either."

The city lord ended the story directly, not wanting to go around and around on it.

"Then the knight died in obscurity? What is the meaning of his sacrifice?"

It wasn't until the story ended unclearly that Li Tianbao remembered the knight who must have died from the dragon's fire earlier.

He clenched his fists, very unwillingly.

Seeing this, the city lord comforted him softly: "Tianbao, do I smell good?"

"Smells, smells good, smells very good."

After Li Tianbao answered the city lord's questions, he calmed down.

It really worked every time, so the city lord shrugged helplessly and smiled.

"There are many versions of the story, and it all depends on your heart. As long as you want to believe it."

The city lord spoke softly, trying to explain the way forward for the somewhat confused Li Tianbao.

"In the story I believe, the knight turns into a dragon and pursues the princess he likes. If the princess is not happy, then he will change to the next one."

The city lord pursed his lips, feeling that his story was not really cute, but very domineering.

"In your story, can a knight become a boy?"

Li Tianbao, who asked whether the knight could be a boy, looked at him with both fear and expectation.

Li Tianbao doesn't want to become a dragon.

Because evil will be defeated by justice sooner or later.

He, Li Tianbao, doesn't want to be defeated.

"Okay, in my story, you are whoever you want to be."

The city lord's tone was very determined, and he seemed to be very satisfied with his guidance and Li Tianbao's "high way".

Not only that, the city lord also wanted to strike while the iron was hot and start a big fire, preferably to completely ignite Li Tianbao's will.

As a result, the city lord carefully considered every word and added a possibility to his story.

"Also, if the knight is strong enough and paired with a brave horse, he will be able to rescue the princess in time..."

My thoughts are flying, higher than the sky outside the book.

The city lord believed his conjecture even more, clapped his hands and said excitedly: "If that's true, nothing will happen to the young man who came later!"

His reserved temperament seemed to be shaking because of this story. The city lord's clean-cut hair looked more like a teenager than Li Tianbao.

The spirit is high, and there are thousands of households in the dung.

He even dares to hit the water in the middle of the stream while he still has the strength, cut the river with his sword, and stop the flying boat in the waves.

"The knight can become a boy who always has good luck, or he can become a beautiful princess, or he can become a more powerful king of knights and king of heroes."

As the story progresses, the city lord's thinking becomes clearer and he feels more contented.

At the climax, the story comes to an abrupt end.

The waves stopped in mid-air.

Looking at Li Tianbao who was deep in thought but with stars in his eyes, the city lord put down his empty tea cup, patted his shoulder lightly and left with a smile.

He wanted to go out for a walk and see the city that had been shining for eternity, and some warm nests that had been buried long ago.

I don’t know if I will ever see grass growing and orioles flying again in the future.

While there is still time, watch Xuan Mang a few more times.

In the night, there is a gentle breeze.

If God doesn't bless you, someone will.

After a long time, the door gradually closed.

Li Tianbao came to his senses and became more motivated to fight.

Li Tianbao, who wanted to be a knight, suddenly noticed that the tea stains on the floor were a little dirty.

Instead of using the divine power of the Wheel and Sea to try any tricks, Li Tianbao knelt down on the bluestone floor devoutly, took out the handkerchief in his arms, and carefully wiped the dirt clean.