"Swish..."

"Swish...swish...swish..."

The silver sword drives the white sword spear that is more than half a foot long. A series of flowers on the back hide the Jihuai sword body. The only light and shadow are left. Bu Jun's arm and Jihuai sword are almost integrated. The big arm drives the forearm, the forearm drives the sword body, the sword body pulls the sword spear, the sound of the sword spear sweeping through the surroundings is integrated with the "rustling" sound of the wind blowing bamboo leaves.

The waist moves with your body, the arms move with your sword, and the clouds and flowing water, as if it moves with the wind. Suddenly, it rises and rises, and when it falls, it has not disturbed half of the dead leaves.

The sword finger was pulled back and stepped away, Na Jihuai's sword was sheathed, her white clothes were lightly restrained, and her clothes were hanging. The wind danced lightly, the sunlight was shining, and the silver silk was shining, and the dark silver patterns of the pine clouds and cranes were swaying as if they were about to break out of the clothes and break through the clouds. As Jihuai's sword was sheathed, Bu Jun also broke away from the momentum and image that was as sharp as the sword's edge, restrained his aura and walked slowly.

With a calm momentum, the forest returned to stagnation, and the sword technique was slowly replaced by the ever-changing changes of nature. Bu Jun sat leaning against the stone, with the moss on the stone for half a lifetime, and the shallow tea was like a clear stream, which was cool and bitter and sweet. The tea cup was lightly against his lips, and the eyes of the phoenix contained stars and blue bamboos, and the sky was thin clouds. It looked like a gentle nobleman.

Bu Jun was drinking half a cup of tea. Jiang Xingzhou and Jiang Qingji followed their home to the Emei Sect. His own father Jiang Xun went to see him off. Bu Jun practiced enough tasks left by Jiang Xun and his master every day, and he found his leisure time for the rest of the time.

"Senior Brother Bu..."

Bu Jun, who was quarreled and stood up, his expression as usual. Seeing the person who was a little panicked, he frowned instead.

Luo Yu, the person who came, had the same master, Qiu Huo, the head of the Sanqing Sect. Luo Yu was a type of diligent and able to make up for his shortcomings in the sect. Although he was not very talented, his efforts were ten times more than ordinary people. He became the second proud son of the young generation of Sanqing Sect, second only to Bu Jun.

Bu Jun is usually stared at by his father Jiang Xun, so he asked Luo Yu, who has no father or mother, to help inquire. Luo Yu is calm and can remain calm when the sky falls.

Seeing that Luo Yu's pace is a little messy now, Bu Jun thought that what he brought back might not be simple.

Turn around and take a new cup, pour half a cup of herbal tea, and hand it to Luo Yu, "Slowly talk first, don't worry."

"Thank you, Senior Brother Bu." Luo Yu took it with both hands, bowed lightly, and took the opportunity to wipe the sweat from his head.

Looking closely, Luo Yu, who is wearing a white door suit in Sanqingmen, looks a little thinner than Bu Jun, can be compared with Bu Jun in terms of appearance and figure. In addition, the difference between the two is that Bu Jun is obviously two years older than Luo Yu, but he looks more agile and energetic than Luo Yu, while Luo Yu is more capable in comparison. This is not surprising. After all, Bu Jun has both parents, and Luo Yu can only rely on himself in the world.

"Senior Brother Bu, it has been rumored that Baiting Jianmen is almost lost, and corpses are everywhere inside and outside the Jianmen City." He handed back the cup and Luo Yu spoke.

"The Jianmen lost?" Bu Jun was stunned. If it were to say that Baiting Capital was lost, it would naturally be the general trend. However, Jianmen was far southwest of the ancient Shu Kingdom and was an important frontier southwest of the Jiuzhou land. During the years, although Jianmen was a must-fight place, the one that had the least impact was often Jianmen.

"Yes, Senior Brother Bu." Luo Yu nodded affirmatively. He knew what Bu Jun was puzzled.

"The people who rebeled attacked Jianmen and held sharp blades, and were as powerful as a cow." Luo Yu explained, "From the rumored attack and defense methods, they are not like the people of rural and commercial soldiers in Jiuzhou, but like... barbarians."

Hearing the word "中文", Bu Jun's eyes suddenly opened. For thousands of years, the Yi people have been judging the abundant resources of the Jiuzhou land for a long time. Whenever they attack, they will be defeated. However, the casualties of the Yanxia people are not a small number of 30000. In the fierce battle, the living beings are often miserable.

Nowadays, the dynasties have changed, and the young generation in the martial arts world have not yet been trained, while the middle-aged generation has passed its destiny. They are nearly sixty years old and have a great combat power.

From this point of view, the severity of what Luo Yu said happened to match Bu Jun’s guess just now. Now the Baiting incident is no longer that simple. With the intervention of the Yi people, the Baiting incident will no longer be a conflict between the imperial court, but a struggle between the ethnic groups on this land of Jiuzhou.

So, if the rumors are true, no matter which Baiting or the people in the uprising win or who will lose, who will fall into the hands of the court; no matter how the martial arts world is iterated, who will take over the position of the leader of the sect; and no matter what grudges, love and hatred between the martial arts sects are, it will mean a competing. The Yi tribe should be the common enemy of the Yanxia tribe on the land of Jiuzhou.
Chapter completed!