When the Tang Dynasty was in the rise and fall of the Tang Dynasty, whether to choose to continue to sink into the world or to get up and live and die with the Tang Dynasty, many people have made choices or are ready to make choices.

The gangsters above the Tang Dynasty have never lacked this kind of mountain and river spirit.

In the territory of Jiannandao of the Tang Dynasty, there is the Qingcheng Mountain Dao Gate in the bamboo sea in southern Shu, and it is also known as the Shushan Sword Sect of the two major sword sects in Western Shu.

The news that Yang Huzi's rebels captured Longdong City came, which was a little later than other enemies in the Tang Dynasty, but this would not prevent the Jianghu from moving north with ease.

The Shushan Sword Sect is on the Shushan Mountain of Jiannan Road. Since it is a sword sect, everyone naturally wears a sword.

Today, the Shushan Sword Sect is still one of the most powerful sects in the Tang Dynasty. Mr. Nangong, who can have a sword energy of three thousand miles, is still in the position of the head of the sect, no matter how destructive the Shushan Sword Sect has been in the mouth of the Jianghu Erlang in recent years, it can still stand firm in the Jianghu.

The Shushan Sword Sect is a Shushan Sword Sect with the surname Nangong, and only people in the world know that there is Mr. Nangong.

Hundreds of swordsmen bid farewell to the past life of survival from Jiannandao and returned to Shushan. It was Mr. Nangong's convening order, just for hundreds of swordsmen who have a connection with the Shushan Sword Sect in Jiannandao gathered on Shushan.

On the cliff of Qixiu, the famous swords that the Shushan Sword Sect has forged in recent years have appeared in front of others.

Mr. Nangong walked up to the cliff, and famous swords resonated with it, and the trembling sounds resounded between heaven and earth.

"Today I'm summoning everyone to come, just to find a master for these swords." Mr. Nangong's eyes fell on many sword masters. These Jiannan Dao swordsmen who are at least third-rate masters are all hopes for the future in the Jiannan Dao world.

"One of the twelve swords, one of them should be your Mr. Nangong himself, that is, there are only eleven masters, how many of us have, hundreds of swordsmen, how to choose?" someone asked immediately.

"Mr. Nangong must have already had his own ideas in his mind." Someone immediately said to Mr. Nangong.

"Yes." Mr. Nangong nodded slightly: "I believe everyone knows that in recent years, our Shushan Sword Sect has no longer been the same as before. The three young sword masters have been poisoned by evil people in recent years, and none of them have been spared."

Many masters of swordsmanship nodded. In recent years, Mr. Nangong was the only one in the Shushan Sword Sect, who could barely support the scene. Looking further, the three generations of disciples were all mediocre.

"Then today the eleven swords on the cliff will definitely be the ones who are the heads of the sword in our world." Mr. Nangong smiled and continued, "There is another thing that I have to explain to everyone. The Longdong City of the Tang Dynasty has been lost. Since it will be chosen by the famous swords on my Shu Mountain, I think I should understand what I mean."

Many masters of swordsmanship began to whisper and whisper.

After figuring out all the tricks, half of the swordsmen were already discouraged. After all, even the people in the martial arts world were mostly trying to make a living, and they didn't have to fight for their own hard work, no matter who they were.

As long as the rebels cannot defeat Jiannan Road, they will have no need to take action.

"The Tang Dynasty is already in danger

In Danxi, is there no good man in Jiannan Road who is willing to stand up and go out with me to the outside of the imperial capital?" Mr. Nangong raised his hand, pointed to the northern sky, and asked with a squinted eye.

Silent, no one spoke more on the entire cliff.

Someone squeezed into the front from the back of the cliff. There was a young man. The young man was dressed very shabby, wearing a dress that might have not been cleaned for a long time, and a pair of shabby straw sandals under his feet.

"My name is Aman. My parents died early, and I have no wife and children at home, but I am a swordsman and I have no worries. I am willing to accompany my husband. I just want to ask him, can I drink wine during the journey?" Aman said, his voice getting lower and lower until the end, he lowered his head, and the sound was like a mosquito buzzing.

Mr. Nangong was stunned for a long time before nodding with a smile: "The wine is full."

Among the twelve swords, one was unsheathed and stood in front of Aman.

"You are not very talented, but you can reach the first-class level before the age of thirty. You should have put in a lot of hard work. This sword is willing to choose you as the main one. Your name is Aman, so you can name your sword." Mr. Nangong raised his hand and said.

Hearing the sound of the sword in front of him, Aman seemed to wake up from a dream. He raised his head, with a little surprised in his eyes.

That's all, he had a famous sword of his own, not an ordinary iron sword less than ten taels on his waist, but a famous sword from the Shushan Sword Sect.

"My name is Aman, and my father's name is Ada. They are not a good name. There are no cultural people in our family. Since this sword is followed by my sword, I think it is a disrespect for the sword to be given by a gentleman."

"That's right." Mr. Nangong nodded.

"Then call it A Er. My father is A Da, and it is called A Er. In my heart, it is as important as my parents." A Man reached out and touched the sword, and the sword that had already been named A Er, rushed into the sky and poked a hole in the sky.

No one dared to laugh at the name Aman gave this sword at this time, because they never even had the courage to stand up.

The world that moves forward is a world where the Tang Dynasty men can drink happily and worry-free. Now there is a sudden such a thing, and most people will only choose to watch coldly.

But there are still people who dare to walk in front of others. They are a pair of middle-aged people with burly figures and almost no difference in appearance...

By the evening, most of the sword masters had left Shushan, and only eleven swordsmen were real swordsmen of Jiannan Road, and they remained in the Shushan Sword Sect.

The strength of these people is definitely not the strongest in Jiannandao, and at most it can be considered to be of some level.

The most powerful one is an old man who is nearly sixty years old. He got the sword and the flower in Shuzhong, and is considered a master at the saint realm. The others are all first-class and are not surprisingly a group of people in the Tang Dynasty.

But these people can already be regarded as the top-notch group of people in Shushan Sword Sect.

Mr. Nangong walked out of the cliff and stood in front of a swordsman: "You should really understand what I mean, and you won't regret it?"

"I only want to die without regrets." said the oldest old man.

"If the Tang Dynasty is gone, there will be no world. The world is so big that there is no place to settle down. We brothers don't want to feel it," said the twin brothers.

There was also a female swordsman who took off the hat on her head until this time, and three thousand black hairs were spread on the scroll like ink, which was extremely beautiful and charming: "I am from the Tang Dynasty."

Just one word, comparable to thousands of words.

"Whatever the sir said, it's all." Aman said with a smile at the sword in his hand.

Mr. Nangong slid one by one on the cheeks of these people, finally retracted his gaze and landed in the entire Shushan Sword Sect: "After that, for hundreds of years, I am afraid that there will be no Shushan Sword Sect."

Without Mr. Nangong’s Shushan Sword Sect, it would not be the real Shushan Sword Sect.

With the eyes of many Shushan disciples, the twelve swordsmen walked down Shushan with their swords and began to walk north.

At the same time, there were countless gangsters from the Tang Dynasty who walked towards the imperial capital.

There is a white-clothed swordsman who descends from the side peak of Tianshan Mountain in Longyou Road, holding a child holding a sword in his hand.

The child raised his head and stared at Bai Letian's face: "Senior Brother, why are you willing to take me down the mountain this time? Moreover, why are so many nephews unwilling to let me down the mountain?"

"Because I was in a bad mood recently, I handed over the position of the sect leader to others. After thinking about it, it seems that you are the only one who can take him out. I am a little bored on the road. I want to take you with me and someone can talk to me."

Bai Letian paused for a moment and looked up at the sky: "I, Bai Letian, want to go to the world again."

"And I, senior brother, and I." Bai Yeyu interrupted quickly.

There are also bandits who walked down the mountain from outside Jingzhao Mansion, following closely behind the great leader Yuanba.

There was only a thin dog beside Yuanba, and behind him was a silver spear with the head hanging above his waist.

He turned his head suddenly and stroked across the bandits' faces: "I,..."

Yuanba was still thinking about how to speak out to these subordinates to understand his thoughts. He was not afraid of death, nor would he die easily, but his bandits were different.

These people have no strong strength and used to be able to do some robbery.

Wu Daoba took the lead in taking the lead: "The boss will always be our boss. Wherever the boss is, we will be. Are you right?"

"We are wherever the boss is!"

"But I'm going to die." Yuan Ba ​​said slowly.

"Then let us accompany you to die!"
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