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At the fifth military camp 120 miles north of Yanjing, a one-sided massacre is being carried out. As soon as the storm army and the stepping White army came up, they pressed on their strongest Spear - the grass chopper who suppressed the grassland stubbornly pierced the elite defense line of Yanjing. As soon as the seven feelings dead from the brotherhood came up, they sacrificed their lives to assassinate officers at all levels.
The fierce general of Kinki fifth military camp survived the demon roaring, but he still couldn't escape the fate of being trampled by the sword.
Suddenly, a terrible roar pierced the sky, like rolling thunder, shook the battlefield!
"Voss!!!"
The shock roar of the soldier wearing an ox horn helmet, if real, set off a rolling storm and roared back all the enemies in front of him!
When the officers and men of the fifth military camp heard of the prestige, they saw a scene that frightened them -- the left main general of the fifth military camp, the Yanxia Bosu jade building known as the remnant sword pillar, was repelled by this roar, and even crashed into the antlers of the defense fortifications behind, and the sharp antlers pierced his abdomen from behind!
"Su Canjian, there's no need to rest for such a long time for such a small injury!" the ox horn helmet soldier held a huge sword and cut the soldiers of the fifth military camp in two with one sword. Holding a steel tower shield in his left hand to block the barrage storm, he took the lead to cross the fortification and shouted extremely arrogantly.
"Really... I can't deceive you!" Su Yulou groaned stiffly. Without the help of others, he pulled it out of the antler directly. With a green light on his left hand, he stopped the bleeding abdominal wound just now. He was carrying a half broken sword, like a wounded lion, facing the ox horn helmets directly.
"We have been in the same robe for five years. Who doesn't know that your Su Canjian is more and more fierce?"
"I haven't seen him for many years. I didn't expect that the little devil who was punished to run 20 laps in the barracks could bring disaster to the common people."
For a moment, the battlefield fell into a strange tranquility - Su Yulou and Chen Fengfeng were comrades in arms who slept together?
"Where is the hundred rain gold?"
"You will soon be a dead man. There is no need to know where general Bai is."
"That's right." Chen Fengfeng strode forward, handed out a huge sword and stabbed through the soldiers of the fifth military camp who were killed at him: "anyway, as long as the fifth military camp is destroyed, baiyujin is not a worry. After entering Yanjing, I will let go of the Su family."
"No need."
The broken sword of Su Yulou burst like a light blade!
"Once rusted, you can't use it. If you can't use it, it will break... The so-called dignity is actually very similar to a sword. But the broken sword still has the day to be recast, but the lost dignity has no time to return!"
"The Yanxia Su family has suffered the kindness of the royal family for generations. This is the time to burn out!"
Su Yulou waved the light explosion sword, like a rolling river sweeping towards Chen storm. His voice rang through the battlefield like thunder!
"Burn for the glory!"
At this moment, the morale of the whole army was greatly boosted, and the officers and men of the five military barracks shouted in unison: "burn light for glory!"
"Well, then you'll follow the road of honor handed down from generation to generation, for paranoid and absurd foolish Loyalty..." Chen Fengfeng lost his tower shield and clenched his huge sword with both hands, like towering mountains against the sword of Su Yulou.
"Let the rest of your life become a useless stone tablet."
……
On the wall of Chongsheng gate in the south of Yanjing, the soldiers stationed in the city defense suddenly looked at someone approaching quickly with sharp knife boots, and immediately became nervous.
But when the figure of the comer became clear, the look of the urban defense captain suddenly changed: "it's the general of ten string martial column chess! He's seriously injured! Quickly open the small door and let him in! Medical officer, go and call the medical officer!"
When the captain of the urban defense team went down with the medical officer, he saw the majestic Kinki General lying in the arms of the sergeant, losing one hand and one foot, and one eye on his face was forcibly dug away. The wound kept dripping blood. It seemed that running back had exhausted all his strength.
"General Bu, the medical officer is coming. Don't worry -"
"No..."
The captain of the urban defense looked at him blankly, but he found that he didn't care about his injury at all. His pupils couldn't focus on the focal length. It seemed that he was still immersed in his own memories.
"General Bu, what are you talking about?" the captain of the city defense asked, "do you want to say the enemy's intelligence?"
"Yes, no... not..."
Suddenly, it was like touching a switch. The look of backgammon fell into hysterical madness, struggling and roaring regardless of the injury!
"Not human!"
"He's not human!"
"Don't come here! Don't come here! Don't..."
Seeing the ten stringed martial column, the sergeants looked at each other, but they didn't think much. They just thought that the ten stringed martial column might have been hurt by the monster in the night of demon change.
At the same time, on the hillside ten miles away from Chongsheng gate, a Yingwu man wearing glasses was looking at Yanjing on the horizon. He doesn't look like a warrior, but more like a scholar.
A young general dancing a stick approached him later and asked with a smile, "why did you let him go?"
"Before the war, rumors and fear were the best pioneers. However, it seems that I started too hard."
"It's strange that you should make mistakes."
"Ten miles away, it is the core of brilliance, the peak of power, the precipitation of thousands of years of history and the convergence of people's beliefs. At the thought that Yanjing is within reach, even I will inevitably lose my attitude."
"Well," asked Yin Guyue, "are you going to Beijing? The headhunter can't wait."
LAN Yan turned around and looked back at the thousands of troops with banners like rain and soldiers like forest.
"Tell firewood hunting head that the more this time, the more calm you have to be."
LAN Yan said, "Mr. Xia said he would wait for the three District coalition forces in the north, so we'll wait."
……
Yanjing, the seventh floor of the platinum pagoda, the two are not the strongest, but they are definitely the most special young people.
"Using the relic of the saint can change the characteristics of the divine soldier and turn it into a power that is weakened, but the cost is also lower. It can even make the holy sword used by people with a different surname shine..."
Cha Shiyin grabbed Yue Yu's left wrist, ordered his Saint relic bracelet, shook his head and put it down: "what do you think the saint relic was made for?"
Although unwilling to admit it, Yue Yu clearly realized that the relics of the saint may be really useless.
In this world, the glory of the holy sword is equivalent to a strategic nuclear bomb that destroys heaven and earth. It is not only powerful, but also extremely terrible at a cost - it will consume the life of the rulers.
There is great terror between life and death. The most difficult thing in life is death. Therefore, if it is not a last resort, no emperor will be willing to activate the holy sword to play. Even if it is a last resort, the emperor would rather find other ways.
To be fair, the emperor did not hate the violence that destroyed the sky and the earth, but that he had to control the violence himself! Although the Ming royal family lasted for thousands of years because the holy sword was shining and bound to the blood, people always wanted more. The emperor not only wanted to continue to control the holy sword, but also wanted to use the holy sword without cost!
At least the price can't be yourself.
However, the glory of the holy sword is a unique weapon that transcends the times. Emperors of all dynasties have not studied it much, let alone erase its side effects. And the holy sword Huiyao is the treasure of the family after all. The royal family is also afraid of damaging the holy sword. After all, Gaozu can't climb out of the tomb.
As for the study of how to give the holy sword Huiyao to outsiders, it is even more undesirable. People are selfish. The blood binding of the holy sword Huiyao means that the Ming royal family is an eternal royal family. If the royal family has a little brain, it will not destroy the unique talent of their full service.
According to this idea, the royal family has only one choice: create a magic weapon with some power of the holy sword, which can be used by people with a different surname. It is best to be subject to the holy sword.
Craftsmen who make magic soldiers will swear when they see the colorful and black requirements of Party A.
In this way, the relic of the saint completely these unreasonable requirements: it can not only be used by outsiders, but also if the holder wants to change it into other divine soldiers, he must touch the divine soldier body first.
In other words, when the emperor needs to chop people, he sends his confidants to take charge of the relics of the saint, let him touch the glory of the holy sword, and then the confidants can wave fakes to chop and explode everything.
Even if confidants suddenly turn against the water, they are not afraid. After all, fakes can't defeat genuine ones; As for the relic of the saint, it's no problem to lose it, because people who haven't touched the holy sword can't copy it.
However, the result was that the relics of the saints were scattered among the people and not in the hands of the royal family.
Speaking of this, in fact, Yue Yu had doubts before: Why did God soldiers spread all over the world? Warlords and assassins don't mention it. Even barbarians hold magic God soldiers. Is the royal family funding the enemy?
But when you think about it carefully, you can see that magic soldiers are tools after all, and tools need people to use, but people have selfishness.
Of course, the royal family didn't want to lose the magic soldiers, but the emperor couldn't go to battle himself. Naturally, he had to entrust the magic soldiers to the pro credit. There are two kinds of situations here: after finishing the work, the trusted ones directly run away with the magic bucket and fly away; Or the confidant didn't want to run away, but others were greedy for the magic soldier, stabbed the confidant on the back, robbed the magic soldier and ran away.
So why not hide the magic soldiers? It's also useless. After all, the divine soldiers' warehouse is guarded by people. As long as someone interferes in the joint, there must be a loophole.
Over time, the magic soldiers naturally drifted among the people. However, this is not a one-way flow. After all, the rituals required to activate the magic weapon are obvious, and many magic weapon holders will take the initiative to expose - people without confidence will live cautiously, and people who can get angry at any time will basically live arrogantly.
Sometimes the imperial court will recycle the magic soldiers, and after recycling, they will wander among the people. Once upon a time, the emperor collected half of the divine soldiers and even set up a "divine soldier Department" to send divine soldier holders to recover the divine soldiers. However, in the end, the people of the divine soldier Department ran away with a bucket and swept away all the divine soldiers.
But in the final analysis, the royal family doesn't pay much attention to divine soldiers.
It's not that the royal family doesn't care about magic soldiers. The royal family cares very much, but there is no perfect program for using magic soldiers at present. No matter how to stop, chase and intercept, the magic soldiers will be lost. It's not worth wasting energy on them.
Moreover, there is a holy sword to suppress ordinary people, and the divine soldiers pose no threat to the royal family. In the Chengping era, the royal family did not need so many divine soldiers, so they naturally did not care. On the contrary, it is the divine soldiers who live among the people. They will basically set off a bloody storm. Virtually, they can help the imperial court solve many idle people in society.
However, the status of different magic soldiers in the hearts of the royal family is also different. For example, once the magic magic soldiers and flying boots are lost, they will be recovered by the whole country, and no matter how many people die - there are two reasons. On the one hand, flying boots are really practical, on the other hand, all emperors want to fly freely in the sky.
Who didn't have a dream of flying when he was young?
Flying boots are enough to show that the royal family has the power to monopolize a divine soldier. Therefore, the relics of the saints are scattered among the people and held by the chenfengding family. It can only show that the royal family does not care about the relics of the saints.
The reason why you don't care is also obvious - the relic of the holy sword's shining power can't be copied. It's just an interesting toy. It's not even as important as flying boots.
"You've also seen the list of divine soldiers. Aren't you surprised by the names of the relics of the saints?"
Cha Shiyin suddenly turned off the topic: "there are two ways to name the magic weapon: one is based on the function, such as phantom knife, blood essence stone, golden hand and crazy mask; the other is based on the poetic description of the appearance, such as dispute veil, purple resentment and Overlord butterfly..."
"The name of the relic of the saint is neither a functional name nor a poetic description."
Cha Shiyin stretched out his thin fingers and raised the blood red hair in Yue Yu's ear: "it comes from his manufacturing process."
"Although it is said that the twelve pole magic weapon was made by Liezong, the whole process actually went through three dynasties: Liezong, Wenzong and Zhaozong. The relic of the saint is the last magic weapon because of its manufacturing difficulty."
"The original code name of the relic of the saint was' fake '. When Wenzong was young, the fake began to be forged, but when Wenzong was old, the fake still could not be completed and could not achieve its ideal goal: to become a shining fake of the holy sword."
"Therefore, Wenzong believed that Huiyao, as the ancestor of divine soldiers, could not copy fakes at all. The only way to copy fakes was to make them authentic."
"How to make the fake become genuine? That is to let the fake drink the blood and flesh soaked by the radiance of the holy sword. He thought so and did so - the Wenzong, who has lost candles in the wind, waved the radiance of the holy sword with his last vitality, and then jumped into the furnace to become a part of the fake."
Yue Yu: "he failed?"
"He succeeded and failed." Cha Shiyin said calmly, "he succeeded. The fake can indeed copy the holy sword Huiyao; he also failed, because, as he said, the holy sword Huiyao can't copy the fake."
Yue Yu frowned slightly and obviously didn't understand what riddle the tea world was talking about. Cha Shiyin smiled: "you have also witnessed the process of holy sword radiance being summoned twice. You should know that unless someone deliberately summons, holy sword radiance is invisible and does not exist."
Yue Yu was vaguely aware of something, "so when no one calls, the fake can become the genuine."
"Correct answer." Cha Shiyin said, "but when the sword master calls, the fake is just a fake. The glory of the holy sword will return to the sword master."
"Even if you get the fake, you can't use any power if you don't get the approval of the holy sword."
"In other words, the fake is just a scabbard."
"A changeable scabbard."
"A scabbard for the emperor."
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At the fifth military camp 120 miles north of Yanjing, a one-sided massacre is being carried out. As soon as the storm army and the stepping White army came up, they pressed on their strongest Spear - the grass chopper who suppressed the grassland stubbornly pierced the elite defense line of Yanjing. As soon as the seven feelings dead from the brotherhood came up, they sacrificed their lives to assassinate officers at all levels.
The fierce general of Kinki fifth military camp survived the demon roaring, but he still couldn't escape the fate of being trampled by the sword.
Suddenly, a terrible roar pierced the sky, like rolling thunder, shook the battlefield!
"Voss!!!"
The shock roar of the soldier wearing an ox horn helmet, if real, set off a rolling storm and roared back all the enemies in front of him!
When the officers and men of the fifth military camp heard of the prestige, they saw a scene that frightened them -- the left main general of the fifth military camp, the Yanxia Bosu jade building known as the remnant sword pillar, was repelled by this roar, and even crashed into the antlers of the defense fortifications behind, and the sharp antlers pierced his abdomen from behind!
"Su Canjian, there's no need to rest for such a long time for such a small injury!" the ox horn helmet soldier held a huge sword and cut the soldiers of the fifth military camp in two with one sword. Holding a steel tower shield in his left hand to block the barrage storm, he took the lead to cross the fortification and shouted extremely arrogantly.
"Really... I can't deceive you!" Su Yulou groaned stiffly. Without the help of others, he pulled it out of the antler directly. With a green light on his left hand, he stopped the bleeding abdominal wound just now. He was carrying a half broken sword, like a wounded lion, facing the ox horn helmets directly.
"We have been in the same robe for five years. Who doesn't know that your Su Canjian is more and more fierce?"
"I haven't seen him for many years. I didn't expect that the little devil who was punished to run 20 laps in the barracks could bring disaster to the common people."
For a moment, the battlefield fell into a strange tranquility - Su Yulou and Chen Fengfeng were comrades in arms who slept together?
"Where is the hundred rain gold?"
"You will soon be a dead man. There is no need to know where general Bai is."
"That's right." Chen Fengfeng strode forward, handed out a huge sword and stabbed through the soldiers of the fifth military camp who were killed at him: "anyway, as long as the fifth military camp is destroyed, baiyujin is not a worry. After entering Yanjing, I will let go of the Su family."
"No need."
The broken sword of Su Yulou burst like a light blade!
"Once rusted, you can't use it. If you can't use it, it will break... The so-called dignity is actually very similar to a sword. But the broken sword still has the day to be recast, but the lost dignity has no time to return!"
"The Yanxia Su family has suffered the kindness of the royal family for generations. This is the time to burn out!"
Su Yulou waved the light explosion sword, like a rolling river sweeping towards Chen storm. His voice rang through the battlefield like thunder!
"Burn for the glory!"
At this moment, the morale of the whole army was greatly boosted, and the officers and men of the five military barracks shouted in unison: "burn light for glory!"
"Well, then you'll follow the road of honor handed down from generation to generation, for paranoid and absurd foolish Loyalty..." Chen Fengfeng lost his tower shield and clenched his huge sword with both hands, like towering mountains against the sword of Su Yulou.
"Let the rest of your life become a useless stone tablet."
……
On the wall of Chongsheng gate in the south of Yanjing, the soldiers stationed in the city defense suddenly looked at someone approaching quickly with sharp knife boots, and immediately became nervous.
But when the figure of the comer became clear, the look of the urban defense captain suddenly changed: "it's the general of ten string martial column chess! He's seriously injured! Quickly open the small door and let him in! Medical officer, go and call the medical officer!"
When the captain of the urban defense team went down with the medical officer, he saw the majestic Kinki General lying in the arms of the sergeant, losing one hand and one foot, and one eye on his face was forcibly dug away. The wound kept dripping blood. It seemed that running back had exhausted all his strength.
"General Bu, the medical officer is coming. Don't worry -"
"No..."
The captain of the urban defense looked at him blankly, but he found that he didn't care about his injury at all. His pupils couldn't focus on the focal length. It seemed that he was still immersed in his own memories.
"General Bu, what are you talking about?" the captain of the city defense asked, "do you want to say the enemy's intelligence?"
"Yes, no... not..."
Suddenly, it was like touching a switch. The look of backgammon fell into hysterical madness, struggling and roaring regardless of the injury!
"Not human!"
"He's not human!"
"Don't come here! Don't come here! Don't..."
Seeing the ten stringed martial column, the sergeants looked at each other, but they didn't think much. They just thought that the ten stringed martial column might have been hurt by the monster in the night of demon change.
At the same time, on the hillside ten miles away from Chongsheng gate, a Yingwu man wearing glasses was looking at Yanjing on the horizon. He doesn't look like a warrior, but more like a scholar.
A young general dancing a stick approached him later and asked with a smile, "why did you let him go?"
"Before the war, rumors and fear were the best pioneers. However, it seems that I started too hard."
"It's strange that you should make mistakes."
"Ten miles away, it is the core of brilliance, the peak of power, the precipitation of thousands of years of history and the convergence of people's beliefs. At the thought that Yanjing is within reach, even I will inevitably lose my attitude."
"Well," asked Yin Guyue, "are you going to Beijing? The headhunter can't wait."
LAN Yan turned around and looked back at the thousands of troops with banners like rain and soldiers like forest.
"Tell firewood hunting head that the more this time, the more calm you have to be."
LAN Yan said, "Mr. Xia said he would wait for the three District coalition forces in the north, so we'll wait."
……
Yanjing, the seventh floor of the platinum pagoda, the two are not the strongest, but they are definitely the most special young people.
"Using the relic of the saint can change the characteristics of the divine soldier and turn it into a power that is weakened, but the cost is also lower. It can even make the holy sword used by people with a different surname shine..."
Cha Shiyin grabbed Yue Yu's left wrist, ordered his Saint relic bracelet, shook his head and put it down: "what do you think the saint relic was made for?"
Although unwilling to admit it, Yue Yu clearly realized that the relics of the saint may be really useless.
In this world, the glory of the holy sword is equivalent to a strategic nuclear bomb that destroys heaven and earth. It is not only powerful, but also extremely terrible at a cost - it will consume the life of the rulers.
There is great terror between life and death. The most difficult thing in life is death. Therefore, if it is not a last resort, no emperor will be willing to activate the holy sword to play. Even if it is a last resort, the emperor would rather find other ways.
To be fair, the emperor did not hate the violence that destroyed the sky and the earth, but that he had to control the violence himself! Although the Ming royal family lasted for thousands of years because the holy sword was shining and bound to the blood, people always wanted more. The emperor not only wanted to continue to control the holy sword, but also wanted to use the holy sword without cost!
At least the price can't be yourself.
However, the glory of the holy sword is a unique weapon that transcends the times. Emperors of all dynasties have not studied it much, let alone erase its side effects. And the holy sword Huiyao is the treasure of the family after all. The royal family is also afraid of damaging the holy sword. After all, Gaozu can't climb out of the tomb.
As for the study of how to give the holy sword Huiyao to outsiders, it is even more undesirable. People are selfish. The blood binding of the holy sword Huiyao means that the Ming royal family is an eternal royal family. If the royal family has a little brain, it will not destroy the unique talent of their full service.
According to this idea, the royal family has only one choice: create a magic weapon with some power of the holy sword, which can be used by people with a different surname. It is best to be subject to the holy sword.
Craftsmen who make magic soldiers will swear when they see the colorful and black requirements of Party A.
In this way, the relic of the saint completely these unreasonable requirements: it can not only be used by outsiders, but also if the holder wants to change it into other divine soldiers, he must touch the divine soldier body first.
In other words, when the emperor needs to chop people, he sends his confidants to take charge of the relics of the saint, let him touch the glory of the holy sword, and then the confidants can wave fakes to chop and explode everything.
Even if confidants suddenly turn against the water, they are not afraid. After all, fakes can't defeat genuine ones; As for the relic of the saint, it's no problem to lose it, because people who haven't touched the holy sword can't copy it.
However, the result was that the relics of the saints were scattered among the people and not in the hands of the royal family.
Speaking of this, in fact, Yue Yu had doubts before: Why did God soldiers spread all over the world? Warlords and assassins don't mention it. Even barbarians hold magic God soldiers. Is the royal family funding the enemy?
But when you think about it carefully, you can see that magic soldiers are tools after all, and tools need people to use, but people have selfishness.
Of course, the royal family didn't want to lose the magic soldiers, but the emperor couldn't go to battle himself. Naturally, he had to entrust the magic soldiers to the pro credit. There are two kinds of situations here: after finishing the work, the trusted ones directly run away with the magic bucket and fly away; Or the confidant didn't want to run away, but others were greedy for the magic soldier, stabbed the confidant on the back, robbed the magic soldier and ran away.
So why not hide the magic soldiers? It's also useless. After all, the divine soldiers' warehouse is guarded by people. As long as someone interferes in the joint, there must be a loophole.
Over time, the magic soldiers naturally drifted among the people. However, this is not a one-way flow. After all, the rituals required to activate the magic weapon are obvious, and many magic weapon holders will take the initiative to expose - people without confidence will live cautiously, and people who can get angry at any time will basically live arrogantly.
Sometimes the imperial court will recycle the magic soldiers, and after recycling, they will wander among the people. Once upon a time, the emperor collected half of the divine soldiers and even set up a "divine soldier Department" to send divine soldier holders to recover the divine soldiers. However, in the end, the people of the divine soldier Department ran away with a bucket and swept away all the divine soldiers.
But in the final analysis, the royal family doesn't pay much attention to divine soldiers.
It's not that the royal family doesn't care about magic soldiers. The royal family cares very much, but there is no perfect program for using magic soldiers at present. No matter how to stop, chase and intercept, the magic soldiers will be lost. It's not worth wasting energy on them.
Moreover, there is a holy sword to suppress ordinary people, and the divine soldiers pose no threat to the royal family. In the Chengping era, the royal family did not need so many divine soldiers, so they naturally did not care. On the contrary, it is the divine soldiers who live among the people. They will basically set off a bloody storm. Virtually, they can help the imperial court solve many idle people in society.
However, the status of different magic soldiers in the hearts of the royal family is also different. For example, once the magic magic soldiers and flying boots are lost, they will be recovered by the whole country, and no matter how many people die - there are two reasons. On the one hand, flying boots are really practical, on the other hand, all emperors want to fly freely in the sky.
Who didn't have a dream of flying when he was young?
Flying boots are enough to show that the royal family has the power to monopolize a divine soldier. Therefore, the relics of the saints are scattered among the people and held by the chenfengding family. It can only show that the royal family does not care about the relics of the saints.
The reason why you don't care is also obvious - the relic of the holy sword's shining power can't be copied. It's just an interesting toy. It's not even as important as flying boots.
"You've also seen the list of divine soldiers. Aren't you surprised by the names of the relics of the saints?"
Cha Shiyin suddenly turned off the topic: "there are two ways to name the magic weapon: one is based on the function, such as phantom knife, blood essence stone, golden hand and crazy mask; the other is based on the poetic description of the appearance, such as dispute veil, purple resentment and Overlord butterfly..."
"The name of the relic of the saint is neither a functional name nor a poetic description."
Cha Shiyin stretched out his thin fingers and raised the blood red hair in Yue Yu's ear: "it comes from his manufacturing process."
"Although it is said that the twelve pole magic weapon was made by Liezong, the whole process actually went through three dynasties: Liezong, Wenzong and Zhaozong. The relic of the saint is the last magic weapon because of its manufacturing difficulty."
"The original code name of the relic of the saint was' fake '. When Wenzong was young, the fake began to be forged, but when Wenzong was old, the fake still could not be completed and could not achieve its ideal goal: to become a shining fake of the holy sword."
"Therefore, Wenzong believed that Huiyao, as the ancestor of divine soldiers, could not copy fakes at all. The only way to copy fakes was to make them authentic."
"How to make the fake become genuine? That is to let the fake drink the blood and flesh soaked by the radiance of the holy sword. He thought so and did so - the Wenzong, who has lost candles in the wind, waved the radiance of the holy sword with his last vitality, and then jumped into the furnace to become a part of the fake."
Yue Yu: "he failed?"
"He succeeded and failed." Cha Shiyin said calmly, "he succeeded. The fake can indeed copy the holy sword Huiyao; he also failed, because, as he said, the holy sword Huiyao can't copy the fake."
Yue Yu frowned slightly and obviously didn't understand what riddle the tea world was talking about. Cha Shiyin smiled: "you have also witnessed the process of holy sword radiance being summoned twice. You should know that unless someone deliberately summons, holy sword radiance is invisible and does not exist."
Yue Yu was vaguely aware of something, "so when no one calls, the fake can become the genuine."
"Correct answer." Cha Shiyin said, "but when the sword master calls, the fake is just a fake. The glory of the holy sword will return to the sword master."
"Even if you get the fake, you can't use any power if you don't get the approval of the holy sword."
"In other words, the fake is just a scabbard."
"A changeable scabbard."
"A scabbard for the emperor."
At the fifth military camp 120 miles north of Yanjing, a one-sided massacre is being carried out. As soon as the storm army and the stepping White army came up, they pressed on their strongest Spear - the grass chopper who suppressed the grassland stubbornly pierced the elite defense line of Yanjing. As soon as the seven feelings dead from the brotherhood came up, they sacrificed their lives to assassinate officers at all levels.The fierce general of Kinki fifth military camp survived the demon roaring, but he still couldn't escape the fate of being trampled by the sword.Suddenly, a terrible roar pierced the sky, like rolling thunder, shook the battlefield!"Voss!!!"The shock roar of the soldier wearing an ox horn helmet, if real, set off a rolling storm and roared back all the enemies in front of him!When the officers and men of the fifth military camp heard of the prestige, they saw a scene that frightened them -- the left main general of the fifth military camp, the Yanxia Bosu jade building known as the remnant sword pillar, was repelled by this roar, and even crashed into the antlers of the defense fortifications behind, and the sharp antlers pierced his abdomen from behind!"Su Canjian, there's no need to rest for such a long time for such a small injury!" the ox horn helmet soldier held a huge sword and cut the soldiers of the fifth military camp in two with one sword. Holding a steel tower shield in his left hand to block the barrage storm, he took the lead to cross the fortification and shouted extremely arrogantly."Really... I can't deceive you!" Su Yulou groaned stiffly. Without the help of others, he pulled it out of the antler directly. With a green light on his left hand, he stopped the bleeding abdominal wound just now. He was carrying a half broken sword, like a wounded lion, facing the ox horn helmets directly."We have been in the same robe for five years. Who doesn't know that your Su Canjian is more and more fierce?""I haven't seen him for many years. I didn't expect that the little devil who was punished to run 20 laps in the barracks could bring disaster to the common people."For a moment, the battlefield fell into a strange tranquility - Su Yulou and Chen Fengfeng were comrades in arms who slept together?"Where is the hundred rain gold?""You will soon be a dead man. There is no need to know where general Bai is.""That's right." Chen Fengfeng strode forward, handed out a huge sword and stabbed through the soldiers of the fifth military camp who were killed at him: "anyway, as long as the fifth military camp is destroyed, baiyujin is not a worry. After entering Yanjing, I will let go of the Su family.""No need."The broken sword of Su Yulou burst like a light blade!"Once rusted, you can't use it. If you can't use it, it will break... The so-called dignity is actually very similar to a sword. But the broken sword still has the day to be recast, but the lost dignity has no time to return!""The Yanxia Su family has suffered the kindness of the royal family for generations. This is the time to burn out!"Su Yulou waved the light explosion sword, like a rolling river sweeping towards Chen storm. His voice rang through the battlefield like thunder!"Burn for the glory!"At this moment, the morale of the whole army was greatly boosted, and the officers and men of the five military barracks shouted in unison: "burn light for glory!""Well, then you'll follow the road of honor handed down from generation to generation, for paranoid and absurd foolish Loyalty..." Chen Fengfeng lost his tower shield and clenched his huge sword with both hands, like towering mountains against the sword of Su Yulou."Let the rest of your life become a useless stone tablet."On the wall of Chongsheng gate in the south of Yanjing, the soldiers stationed in the city defense suddenly looked at someone approaching quickly with sharp knife boots, and immediately became nervous.But when the figure of the comer became clear, the look of the urban defense captain suddenly changed: "it's the general of ten string martial column chess! He's seriously injured! Quickly open the small door and let him in! Medical officer, go and call the medical officer!"When the captain of the urban defense team went down with the medical officer, he saw the majestic Kinki General lying in the arms of the sergeant, losing one hand and one foot, and one eye on his face was forcibly dug away. The wound kept dripping blood. It seemed that running back had exhausted all his strength."General Bu, the medical officer is coming. Don't worry -""No..."The captain of the urban defense looked at him blankly, but he found that he didn't care about his injury at all. His pupils couldn't focus on the focal length. It seemed that he was still immersed in his own memories."General Bu, what are you talking about?" the captain of the city defense asked, "do you want to say the enemy's intelligence?""Yes, no... not..."Suddenly, it was like touching a switch. The look of backgammon fell into hysterical madness, struggling and roaring regardless of the injury!"Not human!""He's not human!""Don't come here! Don't come here! Don't..."Seeing the ten stringed martial column, the sergeants looked at each other, but they didn't think much. They just thought that the ten stringed martial column might have been hurt by the monster in the night of demon change.At the same time, on the hillside ten miles away from Chongsheng gate, a Yingwu man wearing glasses was looking at Yanjing on the horizon. He doesn't look like a warrior, but more like a scholar.A young general dancing a stick approached him later and asked with a smile, "why did you let him go?""Before the war, rumors and fear were the best pioneers. However, it seems that I started too hard.""It's strange that you should make mistakes.""Ten miles away, it is the core of brilliance, the peak of power, the precipitation of thousands of years of history and the convergence of people's beliefs. At the thought that Yanjing is within reach, even I will inevitably lose my attitude.""Well," asked Yin Guyue, "are you going to Beijing? The headhunter can't wait."LAN Yan turned around and looked back at the thousands of troops with banners like rain and soldiers like forest."Tell firewood hunting head that the more this time, the more calm you have to be."LAN Yan said, "Mr. Xia said he would wait for the three District coalition forces in the north, so we'll wait."Yanjing, the seventh floor of the platinum pagoda, the two are not the strongest, but they are definitely the most special young people."Using the relic of the saint can change the characteristics of the divine soldier and turn it into a power that is weakened, but the cost is also lower. It can even make the holy sword used by people with a different surname shine..."Cha Shiyin grabbed Yue Yu's left wrist, ordered his Saint relic bracelet, shook his head and put it down: "what do you think the saint relic was made for?"Although unwilling to admit it, Yue Yu clearly realized that the relics of the saint may be really useless.In this world, the glory of the holy sword is equivalent to a strategic nuclear bomb that destroys heaven and earth. It is not only powerful, but also extremely terrible at a cost - it will consume the life of the rulers.There is great terror between life and death. The most difficult thing in life is death. Therefore, if it is not a last resort, no emperor will be willing to activate the holy sword to play. Even if it is a last resort, the emperor would rather find other ways.To be fair, the emperor did not hate the violence that destroyed the sky and the earth, but that he had to control the violence himself! Although the Ming royal family lasted for thousands of years because the holy sword was shining and bound to the blood, people always wanted more. The emperor not only wanted to continue to control the holy sword, but also wanted to use the holy sword without cost!At least the price can't be yourself.However, the glory of the holy sword is a unique weapon that transcends the times. Emperors of all dynasties have not studied it much, let alone erase its side effects. And the holy sword Huiyao is the treasure of the family after all. The royal family is also afraid of damaging the holy sword. After all, Gaozu can't climb out of the tomb.As for the study of how to give the holy sword Huiyao to outsiders, it is even more undesirable. People are selfish. The blood binding of the holy sword Huiyao means that the Ming royal family is an eternal royal family. If the royal family has a little brain, it will not destroy the unique talent of their full service.According to this idea, the royal family has only one choice: create a magic weapon with some power of the holy sword, which can be used by people with a different surname. It is best to be subject to the holy sword.Craftsmen who make magic soldiers will swear when they see the colorful and black requirements of Party A.In this way, the relic of the saint completely these unreasonable requirements: it can not only be used by outsiders, but also if the holder wants to change it into other divine soldiers, he must touch the divine soldier body first.In other words, when the emperor needs to chop people, he sends his confidants to take charge of the relics of the saint, let him touch the glory of the holy sword, and then the confidants can wave fakes to chop and explode everything.Even if confidants suddenly turn against the water, they are not afraid. After all, fakes can't defeat genuine ones; As for the relic of the saint, it's no problem to lose it, because people who haven't touched the holy sword can't copy it.However, the result was that the relics of the saints were scattered among the people and not in the hands of the royal family.Speaking of this, in fact, Yue Yu had doubts before: Why did God soldiers spread all over the world? Warlords and assassins don't mention it. Even barbarians hold magic God soldiers. Is the royal family funding the enemy?But when you think about it carefully, you can see that magic soldiers are tools after all, and tools need people to use, but people have selfishness.Of course, the royal family didn't want to lose the magic soldiers, but the emperor couldn't go to battle himself. Naturally, he had to entrust the magic soldiers to the pro credit. There are two kinds of situations here: after finishing the work, the trusted ones directly run away with the magic bucket and fly away; Or the confidant didn't want to run away, but others were greedy for the magic soldier, stabbed the confidant on the back, robbed the magic soldier and ran away.So why not hide the magic soldiers? It's also useless. After all, the divine soldiers' warehouse is guarded by people. As long as someone interferes in the joint, there must be a loophole.Over time, the magic soldiers naturally drifted among the people. However, this is not a one-way flow. After all, the rituals required to activate the magic weapon are obvious, and many magic weapon holders will take the initiative to expose - people without confidence will live cautiously, and people who can get angry at any time will basically live arrogantly.Sometimes the imperial court will recycle the magic soldiers, and after recycling, they will wander among the people. Once upon a time, the emperor collected half of the divine soldiers and even set up a "divine soldier Department" to send divine soldier holders to recover the divine soldiers. However, in the end, the people of the divine soldier Department ran away with a bucket and swept away all the divine soldiers.But in the final analysis, the royal family doesn't pay much attention to divine soldiers.It's not that the royal family doesn't care about magic soldiers. The royal family cares very much, but there is no perfect program for using magic soldiers at present. No matter how to stop, chase and intercept, the magic soldiers will be lost. It's not worth wasting energy on them.Moreover, there is a holy sword to suppress ordinary people, and the divine soldiers pose no threat to the royal family. In the Chengping era, the royal family did not need so many divine soldiers, so they naturally did not care. On the contrary, it is the divine soldiers who live among the people. They will basically set off a bloody storm. Virtually, they can help the imperial court solve many idle people in society.However, the status of different magic soldiers in the hearts of the royal family is also different. For example, once the magic magic soldiers and flying boots are lost, they will be recovered by the whole country, and no matter how many people die - there are two reasons. On the one hand, flying boots are really practical, on the other hand, all emperors want to fly freely in the sky.Who didn't have a dream of flying when he was young?Flying boots are enough to show that the royal family has the power to monopolize a divine soldier. Therefore, the relics of the saints are scattered among the people and held by the chenfengding family. It can only show that the royal family does not care about the relics of the saints.The reason why you don't care is also obvious - the relic of the holy sword's shining power can't be copied. It's just an interesting toy. It's not even as important as flying boots."You've also seen the list of divine soldiers. Aren't you surprised by the names of the relics of the saints?"Cha Shiyin suddenly turned off the topic: "there are two ways to name the magic weapon: one is based on the function, such as phantom knife, blood essence stone, golden hand and crazy mask; the other is based on the poetic description of the appearance, such as dispute veil, purple resentment and Overlord butterfly...""The name of the relic of the saint is neither a functional name nor a poetic description."Cha Shiyin stretched out his thin fingers and raised the blood red hair in Yue Yu's ear: "it comes from his manufacturing process.""Although it is said that the twelve pole magic weapon was made by Liezong, the whole process actually went through three dynasties: Liezong, Wenzong and Zhaozong. The relic of the saint is the last magic weapon because of its manufacturing difficulty.""The original code name of the relic of the saint was' fake '. When Wenzong was young, the fake began to be forged, but when Wenzong was old, the fake still could not be completed and could not achieve its ideal goal: to become a shining fake of the holy sword.""Therefore, Wenzong believed that Huiyao, as the ancestor of divine soldiers, could not copy fakes at all. The only way to copy fakes was to make them authentic.""How to make the fake become genuine? That is to let the fake drink the blood and flesh soaked by the radiance of the holy sword. He thought so and did so - the Wenzong, who has lost candles in the wind, waved the radiance of the holy sword with his last vitality, and then jumped into the furnace to become a part of the fake."Yue Yu: "he failed?""He succeeded and failed." Cha Shiyin said calmly, "he succeeded. The fake can indeed copy the holy sword Huiyao; he also failed, because, as he said, the holy sword Huiyao can't copy the fake."Yue Yu frowned slightly and obviously didn't understand what riddle the tea world was talking about. Cha Shiyin smiled: "you have also witnessed the process of holy sword radiance being summoned twice. You should know that unless someone deliberately summons, holy sword radiance is invisible and does not exist."Yue Yu was vaguely aware of something, "so when no one calls, the fake can become the genuine.""Correct answer." Cha Shiyin said, "but when the sword master calls, the fake is just a fake. The glory of the holy sword will return to the sword master.""Even if you get the fake, you can't use any power if you don't get the approval of the holy sword.""In other words, the fake is just a scabbard.""A changeable scabbard.""A scabbard for the emperor."
