At night, the sky was full of stars. Duan Yin held his most precious wooden sword in his arms, and an old small cloth bag on his knees, which contained a pile of oily copper plates, like stars in the sky.

The young man counted the copper plates carefully one by one, and a happy smile appeared on his face. These copper plates carried his heavy dream of the world.

Buy the cheapest iron sword and look at the brilliant world, it is the simple and lofty dream of Mu Jian Xiaoer. More than 7,000 copper plates are like every footprint left by Duan Yin on this road.

The cheapest iron sword is worth thirty taels of silver, which is 30,000 copper plates. The waiter who carries the wooden sword remembers it very clearly. For every extra copper coin in this small cloth bag, he is one step closer to the dream of the world in his heart.

However, there are always many obstacles on the road to pursuing dreams.

For example, the hand that was placed in front of Duan Yin now, and the sound of Duan Yin gritting his teeth with gritted his teeth.

"So what's wrong?" Duan Yin said helplessly. I think this hand and the sound of "bringing it" have appeared in front of Duan Yin countless times.

"Today you sat next to the Luotuo youth for two hours and considered absent from work."

Duan Yin looked at Duan Tiande's smiling eyes and wanted to pounce on him and press him to the ground and vent his anger. However, countless experiences told him that this would only give Duan Tiande a reason to exploit him again. So he was defeated and asked with a sad face, "How many more do you want to deduct?"

Duan Tiande squinted his eyes, smiled, stretched out four fingers and said, "Four"

Duan Yin looked up, his eyes looked at Duan Tiande, and his voice suddenly increased by eight degrees, "I only earn 150 cents a month now, and I have to deduct four copper coins for two hours of absent from work?"

Duan Tiande still looked like he was smiling and begging, "The salary for a tavern waiter is 300 cents per month, because the wooden sword on your waist is reduced to 150 cents. But the deduction of wages naturally depends on the unified wages in our tavern. If you missed work for two hours, it would be reasonable to deduct four copper coins."

The young man stared at Duan Tiande with anger for a long time but did not achieve any substantial results. So he was defeated and finally squeezed out a smile that was even worse than crying, and said, "Boss, can you lose more?"

The boss with a treacherous smile shook his head without hesitation, "You know my name is Duan Tiande, too."

"I know, I have lost all the virtues of heaven."

When Duan Tiande heard this, his smile even more and replied, "Just know."

After a fight, Duan Yin finally realized the true meaning of the sentence "Ginger is still the old one."

Duan Yin seemed to have endured great pain and took out four copper coins from the small cloth bag and handed them to the guy who ate people in front of him who didn't spit bones.

After Duan Tiande "takes up" the copper plate, he looked at Duan Yin's small cloth bag and said with a look of regret, "Do you know how much money is thirty taels of silver? Are you really going to buy an iron sword?"

Duan Yin didn't say anything, but just silently put away his cloth bag and looked at the stars in the sky.

Duan Tiande knew that he could not resist this stubborn boy in his bones, so he could only leave with anger.

After taking two steps, Duan Tiande turned his head and said in a sinister way, "By the way, I'll remind you that your salary this month has been deducted."

Duan Yin didn't say anything, but just looked up at the brilliant starry sky without even blinking his eyes. It seemed that the monthly salary had nothing to do with him.

However, at this moment, the young man with laughter on his face seemed to have two more things shining under the starlight at the corner of his eyes.

Duan Yin was adopted by Duan Tiande since he was a child. He started working as a waiter in a tavern at the age of six. At that time, Duan Tiande gave him a salary of 300 cents a month. Until he was ten years old, Duan Yin had an extra wooden sword around his waist, and the salary became 150 cents a month.

This year, Duan Yin is sixteen years old.

He has been a waiter in a tavern for ten years.

He has never spent money in the past ten years.

His ten-year salary should have been more than 25,000 yuan.

But there were only more than 7,000 copper plates in his cloth bag.

Because, after Duan Tiande knew that Duan Yin was going to buy the iron sword, he would always "take" the copper plate from Duan Yin's small cloth bag for various reasons. That's how the more than 10,000 copper plates were "taken" away.

Every time Duan Yin was about to touch his dream, Duan Tiande would always appear in front of him and cruelly strangled Duan Yin's efforts.

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【One month ago】

At the junction of the Southern Tang and Northern Yan, it had just arrived in late autumn, and it was already heavy snow here.

The cold wind is like a knife, carrying thousands of miles of flying snow on this team moving forward in the snow.

In front of the team was a young man with a calm face as water. Nothing seemed to move him. The eyes under his sword eyebrows were bright and clear, like the spring breeze in March in Jiangnan, warm and gentle. The cold wind lifted up his sleeves, revealing his frozen hand. His left hand was carrying a bag, oval, and I don't know what it was. But looking at his tightly clenched left hand, this bag is very important to him!

He was carrying a long sword on his back. The hilt covered with snow was as dark as ink, as gold as wood, and the material was not visible.

The team was not fast, but it was very firm, never slowed down or increased.

In front of the team, there was snow white. Under heavy snow, a team of soldiers hid quietly in it, and their cold eyes firmly locked the team ahead.

A soldier held the hilt of the knife tightly in his right hand, his palm was frozen purple, but his palm was covered with sweat.

When the distinction between righteousness and demons appears in this world, the Southern Tang of the righteous path camp and the Northern Yan where the demon practitioners gathered should have become two mortal enemies on the Great Six.

The ambushed soldiers of the Beiyan did not know the specific identity of the Southern Tang monks, but only knew that the military order he handed them to them was the highest-level secret letter of the Beiyan military. The task was very simple, which was to intercept the team in front of him.

In the eyes of the soldiers of Beiyan, the team advanced slowly and firmly, and the wind and snow flooded the footprints behind them.

However, there was something that was not flooded by the heavy snow.

A red line.

A conspicuous and dazzling red line in the snow.

The thing that forms this red line is very simple, just two.

Blood and corpses.

This red line extends from the feet of this team and reaches the abdomen of Beiyan.

The people in the team looked very calm, and they didn't know that the Northern Yan Jiashi was waiting for them ahead.

Even if they knew, their expressions would not change at all. This is how they came here to kill.

However, the battles along the way have emptied their true energy.

When a practitioner loses his true energy, he is just an ordinary person with a slightly stronger body.

The team of soldiers who intercepted them in front were very weak, but they might become the last straw that broke the camel's back.

In the eyes of the ambush soldiers, the team was getting closer and closer, their palms became stiffer and sweat became more and more.

A soldier finally couldn't control his already numb fingers, and the tightened bowstring loosened. A feather arrow mixed with the sharp sound of breaking through the air and the soldier's astonished gaze flew towards the team ahead.

The battle was forced to start early because of the feather arrow. Hundreds of soldiers jumped up from the snow and pulled out their sharp swords and rushed towards the team.

The battlefield was noisy and quiet. Because here, besides the endless sound of wind and snow, there were only the sound of swords slashing into flesh and blood, the sound of gold and iron attacking swords and the muffled groan of men.

From the beginning, the battle entered a silent and tragic bloody stage. There was no extra word, because years of war had already made both sides fight to the point of fighting to the death when they met. A famous practitioner was chopped in half by a soldier with a Northern Yan sword. Some soldiers were also thorned into pieces by a practitioner who still had the strength to use his sword energy to smack the ground.

The battle was very fierce, but the young man carrying the long sword held the bag in his hand from beginning to end. The sharp Beiyan sword cut his left arm and brought up a bunch of blood. The bag in his hand loosened a little, and in a blink of an eye he grabbed it tightly in his hand again.

I think the burden in his hands is more important to him than his life.

The long sword in his hand was pressed against the neck of a Northern Yan soldier, his arm gently stretched backwards, and a head soared into the sky. The hot blood splattered his face. The man looked in front of him with an expressionless face. It was the border of the Southern Tang Dynasty.

The battle was fought all the way, and the last step was the border of the Southern Tang Dynasty.

It was thousands of miles away from this battle, and it was Tai'an City, the imperial capital of the Southern Tang Dynasty.

This is the only city in the world without a city wall, but because it has the protection of the world's largest formation "block" and has become the most solid city in the world and the holy land of the Southern Tang people.

A fierce battle is taking place in the border of the Southern Tang Dynasty thousands of miles away, and a tragic battle has just ended in this ancient city.

Unlike the bloody border battle, this battle is without smoke, but even more dangerous.

Because there was a sensation in this city that caused the entire Southern Tang Dynasty.

"The wife of the empire genius Ning Zhiyuan for ten years is the saint of the Demon Cult."

Once the righteous and demons meet, the stubborn idea that will never end. It is not only rooted in the hearts of soldiers and practitioners on both sides, but also in the souls of the people of both countries.

This stubborn idea is that countless corpses piled up on the borders of the two countries. In the hearts of the Southern Tang people, the saint of the Demon Sect are the top major demons of the Northern Yan Demon Sect. Such people are destined to be covered with the blood of the righteous people of the Southern Tang Dynasty, so naturally everyone can kill them.

Ning Zhiyuan was the first genius of the younger generation of the Southern Tang Dynasty and the future leader of the righteous path of the Southern Tang Dynasty. Ning Zhiyuan's master, Shushan. It was the first sect of the Southern Tang Dynasty and the most solid barrier to defend the righteous path of the Southern Tang Dynasty. Over the years, Shushan disciples who died at the hands of the Northern Yan Demon Sect in order to defend the righteous path can only be described as corpses and seas of blood.

This is the deep hatred of blood that cannot be washed away by the water of the East China Sea.

These people really don’t want to believe that Ning Zhiyuan is suspected of colluding with the enemy. Because Ning Zhiyuan killed too many demonic people. Since stepping out of Shushan, Ning Zhiyuan has been running around the battlefield between the Southern Tang and the Northern Yan. In the Southern Tang Dynasty, it is naturally Ning Zhiyuan who is in his thirties. However, in terms of how many enemies he killed, no one in the entire empire dared to pat his chest and say that he killed more people than Ning Zhiyuan.

However, Ning Zhiyuan did become a husband and wife with the Demon Sect Saint, and it lasted for ten years.

It was not until Shushan executed Bai Ze, a saint of the Demon Sect, who used thunder to kill Bai Ze, and said lightly, "Shushan and Ning Zhiyuan were not aware of this woman's true identity." Nan Tang people suppressed their doubts and chose to believe it.

The battle was still going on, and the young man holding a bag in his left hand held up the three long swords that were coming towards him with a long sword. However, a Beiyan soldier pulled out a ferocious blood mark with his sharp sword on his back.

The man groaned and swung the three swords in front of him with force. The long sword in his hand turned back. The sword edge brought a sword light from bottom to top and swept over the Beiyan soldier behind him.

The grim smile on the soldier's face solidified, his eyes slowly extinguished, and he fell down on his back. Blood beads slowly oozed out on the soldier's face, and then formed an extremely thin blood line. The blood flowed more and more, and finally the blood line became particularly obvious. It sounded like a watermelon exploded, and the soldier's head exploded in half with the blood line as the boundary. Scarlet blood and milky white brain splashed all over the floor.

The young man was stationed at the sword, and his left hand holding the bag tighter and tighter.

Generally speaking, there is only one kind of thing that is loaded with an oval baggage.

Head!

This bag is no exception. It contains the head of the Marquis of the First Army of Northern Yan and the Marquis of Ningguo.

There is a token on the Southern Tang military merit list called the Amnesty Order.

The name is simple and the function is simple.

Just two words, exemption from crime can be exempted from all death crimes other than treason.

The effect of the amnesty order is very attractive, but no one has received an amnesty order since the founding of the Southern Tang Dynasty.
To be continued...