" The blue sky is my love. The green mountains and flowers are blooming. What kind of rhythm is the most swaying? What kind of song is the most joyful? The curved river comes from the sky…flows to the sea of purple and red…"
In March, the grass was full of orioles, and spring was in full swing.
Wu Qingshan, twenty-three years old, 1.75 meters tall. Perhaps no one would believe it, but he was a graduate of a national teacher's college. He was assigned to a key high school through the excellent 'backdoor.' He fell asleep with a smile on his face. However, when he woke up, everything had changed.
The small bungalow was gone, the tall buildings were gone, and the computers around him were gone. All that was left was the mountain of corpses.
Blood and bones flew everywhere, and internal organs were strewn all over the ground. There was nothing but blood everywhere. Apart from corpses, there were still corpses. Apart from broken swords and spears, there were still broken swords and spears. This was a battlefield, and there was all sorts of pungent blood and stench after the war. With one glance, smoke billowed. He was terrified and vomited all over the ground. However, he soon realized that he had changed.
Long hair and armor!
He turned around and raised his head. He had only seen such a scene in movies and television dramas. Now, he had seen it with his own eyes!
His first reaction was that he was dreaming.
Yes, he must be dreaming!
However, the intense pain couldn't deceive him. His leg was pierced by an arrow.
The grass under the small rock beside him was still showing its pale yellow green buds. In the distance, the green grass was already dyed with a layer of blood.
He couldn't believe it, but he had to admit it. Because of the cleaning up of the battlefield, he had to slowly accept this fact. His troops had won, but he had transmigrated! He did not know where exactly it was!
His compatriots answered everything he knew. This was a place called Qing Kingdom!
This body was called Wu Tiande. He was 20 years old and had the same surname as him, but not the same name. He lay in bed for three consecutive days and looked up at the beams on the roof. He would often stare blankly at the roof and count the tiles!
Wu Tiande was an orphan. He couldn't survive anymore, so he came to the army to seek fame!
However, this was his first time on the battlefield, and he…stepped on a pit and fell down. He crashed into a rock and was shot in the leg by a flying arrow.
The veteran patted the poor child's shoulder gently and comforted him. They sighed kindly at this poor child who had lost his memory during his first battle. This was not bad. At least he survived the battlefield. Don't think too much and recuperate well. There was never a lack of war at the border. As long as you were alive, you would always get credit! He was a new recruit, so he could understand!
Others laughed at me for being too crazy, while I laughed at others for not being able to see through me.
10 people in a team, 100 people in a team, 1,000 people in a formation.
After seven days of recuperation and half a month of rest, Wu Tiande finally let out a long howl at the sky one night. He roared like a wolf and started to play with a large saber in his hand. He was completely out of order with his saber technique. After a dozen consecutive moves, he was already gasping for breath. The captain took him down with one hand and tied his throat with the other.
"Captain, I want to change my name!" He said this very clearly.
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The mountain was not high, it was famous with immortals, the water was not deep, it was spiritual with dragons!
After walking out of the northwest border, Wu Qingshan realized how prosperous Qing Kingdom was. The further south he went, the more beautiful the mountains and rivers were.
Using his advanced experience, he had made many contributions and was promoted step by step. He could be said to be a rising star guarding the border in the past two years. Now that he had received the transfer order, he was promoted to a third-grade general and was in charge of a battalion's military affairs. However, he could not stay at the border and was transferred to Quanzhou, Fujian.
Damn it, on the day he left, his comrades were all crying. Wu Qingshan nodded and hugged them one by one, cursing the guy who gave the transfer order. This made everyone feel that this young man was so nostalgic! The generals felt that it was a pity for him to lose such a capable general.
He distributed all his military pay to his comrades, while he only took a thin horse, a bow, a quiver of arrows, a sword, and some silver. He didn't even bring a personal guard. Just like that, he walked out of the northwest border.
She couldn't bear to turn around. Her back was trembling. The moment she turned around, she was covered in tears. What a noble and sentimental person.
After sprinting for more than ten miles, he looked up at the blue sky and white clouds on the hill and shouted,"Damn it, I finally escaped! Roar…"
Go to hell, go to hell. I don't want to stay here anymore. It's like hell on earth. The air is dry and dry! Most importantly, no matter where he went, he couldn't see any gourd-shaped curvy beauties. They all had flat faces and bucket waists. What the hell was this place?
With a smile on his face, he fiddled with a compartment on the saddle of the horse for a long time. Finally, he took out a large amount of silver notes. There were tens of thousands of them. They were all authentic money from Jiangnan. There was no mistake. It was found on a boss's body when he was exterminating the bandits. It had been hidden for more than half a year.
Patting his hands, he once again rode on the thin horse and galloped.
What was that?
Skinny Horse? Don't joke around. This is the son of the Wild Horse King of the grassland. He is a peerless good horse with a two-year-old sprout. I even named him Big Black. If he wasn't so skinny and tanned, do you think I could still bring him out of that damn place? Those generals had already given it a share of the melon. How could it be his turn?
He couldn't help but sing loudly. Most of the songs that had been hidden in his mind for two years had been forgotten, but he could still hum a few words occasionally.
" Yalalaokaiba, Yilasuookaiba..."
"Stop, stop!" A staggering man was walking towards them. Behind him, four or five people in yellow robes and holding big swords chased after him. All of them looked fierce and their movements were agile.
The man was in his forties. There were wounds on his arms, chest, and legs, and blood was still flowing.
He staggered and fell to the ground.
The person behind had already caught up. He sneered and slashed down with his greatsword.
His body was like an iron plate, and his bow was like the moon. Arrows flew out like meteors.
Ding! Ding!
A crisp sound rang out as the long sword fell. The five of them looked over in surprise. Wu Qingshan was quite handsome, especially with his thick sword-like eyebrows, dark eyes, high nose bridge, thin lips, and healthy tanned skin. With a longbow in hand, he looked more heroic and less wretched.
He gently pinched the horse's belly and took a few steps forward.
"Which sect are you from? Tell me your name. Why did you interfere in the affairs of Mount Song Sect…"
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