As the sun rises in the east,the morning light spills over the rippling waters of the Bluestone River.On the edge of the Cangsong Pass training ground by the river,a young man in a green robe,with his long hair tied up,holds a sword named"Bomo"and swings it slowly,each swing accompanied by a slight humming sound.

The"Seven Styles of Bomo"is a set of seven sword techniques that every swordsman at Cangsong Pass by the Bluestone River must learn.These seven styles,though seemingly simple,are lethal in every move.

The young man in green,with his hair tied up,swings his sword repeatedly,with steady steps,and beads of what could be sweat or morning dew slide down his forehead.

As the morning dew dissipates,more figures appear on the training ground.Swordsmen who had just been transferred here a few days ago gather lazily together,mocking the young man's swordplay.

"Hey,kid.Your sword is too slow.It's not even good for killing demons,let alone chickens,"a middle-aged man with an eagle-like gaze taunts,drawing his own Bomo sword and casually performing a few sword flowers."Do you need me to teach you a few moves?"

The young man in green,with his hair tied up,ignores him and continues to swing his sword steadily,breathing evenly.

A few veterans who had just come out of their tents seem quite interested in this scene.One of them,a veteran with a scarred face,points at the eagle-eyed man:"Hey,you go and teach that kid a lesson,let him know who's the boss here."

The eagle-eyed man was already annoyed by the young man's disregard,and now with the veteran's words,he steps forward with his sword.

"Kid,I'm talking to you.What kind of sword are you practicing?Stop,"the eagle-eyed man shouts,placing his Bomo sword horizontally in front of the young man.

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At that moment,the young man in green was just about to strike down with his sword.

Clang.

The moment the two swords met,the eagle-eyed man cried out in pain,his sword falling to the ground,his tiger mouth bleeding,a wound shaken open.

The few veterans watching the fight burst into laughter.

The eagle-eyed man picked up his sword in horror and retreated.

The new soldiers were also shocked,not understanding what had just happened.

"You bunch of unenlightened ones,"the scarred veteran walked to the center of the training ground,scolding,"Stop watching,line up."

The new soldiers all gathered.

The scarred veteran snorted lightly,his gaze coldly sweeping over everyone:"I don't care what mistakes you've made before.Since you've been transferred to Cangsong Pass,the old you is dead.From today on,practice your swords well and be a qualified swordsman.In ten years,you will be reborn."

Ten years later?

The faces of the new soldiers varied as they lowered their heads.

The eagle-eyed man,holding his wound,sighed painfully:"Boss,don't lie to us.We were all death row inmates,with no way out.Being transferred to Cangsong Pass,living a day is a day.Ten years later?Are there any swordsmen in Cangsong Pass who have lived for ten years?"

"That's right.Living for three years is good enough."

"Living for a year is a profit."

...

The new soldiers discussed among themselves.

Everyone in the Great Qian knows that Cangsong Pass on the Bluestone River has resisted the Southern Barbarian evil spirits for a hundred years,with countless deaths and injuries every year,and it's hard for one in a hundred new people to survive the first year.

Ten years?

These new soldiers didn't even dare to think about it.

However,for them,who were supposed to be executed directly,living a day is an extra day,and living a year is really making a profit.

The scarred veteran heard the discussion below and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth:"Don't be so desperate.Who said no one can live for ten years?You guys just happened to come at the right time,you are witnessing the history of the Great Qian."

Witness the history of the Great Qian?

The new soldiers were all stunned.

The eagle-eyed man muttered:"Boss,is there really someone who has lived for ten years?That's impossible,right?Who is so powerful?"

The scarred veteran's gaze fell on the young man who was still practicing his sword on the edge of the training ground,his tone filled with respect:"That gentleman is."

Sir?

All the new soldiers looked over.

The eagle-eyed man's eyes widened,and his heart trembled involuntarily.

At this moment,a veteran in silver armor walked up to the young man in green and bowed respectfully:"Master Li,Minister Zhao requests your presence at the commandery mansion."

Li Ling's sword paused for a moment,and his aura spread,causing several wooden stakes around him to shatter instantly.

Ten years in a flash.

Like a dream.

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