BSI Chapter 39: Great Sword Song, the system can escape the prison
Chapter 39: Great Sword Song, the system can escape the prison
Chapter 39: Great Sword Song, the system can escape the prison
"I forgot." Jiang Siming replied in an old voice.
"Old man, why don't you come back to the city with me? It's too dangerous to be alone at the border." The young soldier said with some concern.
The old Jiang Siming was a little bit at a loss for a moment. Then he calmed down and said calmly, "No, this is my home. Many people are waiting here. I should have gone home a long time ago." Jiang Siming's words puzzled the young soldiers.
The young soldier insisted again and again, so Jiang Siming simply closed his eyes. The young soldier had no choice but to turn around and leave silently.
That night, the enemy army launched a night attack on the southern border troops. The city gates were lost, the city was engulfed in flames, and there were enemy soldiers burning, killing, and looting everywhere, with wailing everywhere.
A young soldier covered in blood stumbled to Jiang Siming.
"General! I know who you are! I ask you to save the people in the city!" The young soldier almost roared at Jiang Siming. He was the god of war, guarding the city with one man and one sword. The young soldier had placed all his hopes on the white-haired Jiang Siming.
Jiang Siming seemed not to have heard it and continued to sit cross-legged like a dead tree.
Jiang Siming listened to the sounds of fighting in the distance, and his mind kept flashing back to his high-spirited self in the past. He killed his brothers because of his pride and conceit.
Two lines of turbid tears quietly slid down from the dry corners of the eyes.
"General! As long as the vanguard general Jiang Siming is alive, our Southern Kingdom will not perish!" The young soldier always believed this.
"Yeah! It's a pity that I'm going to die!" Jiang Siming opened his mouth slightly, slowly raised his heavy eyelids, and stood up with difficulty. He looked at the rusty Immortal-Slaying Sword still standing beside him.
"Run away! After tonight, Jiang Siming will no longer exist. Please help me bury him under this land!" Jiang Siming's hand, like a dead tree, grasped the hilt of the Immortal-Slaying Sword again. His frail body once again exuded a majestic murderous aura.
The young soldier's eyes were filled with tears. Jiang Siming was the faith of the southern soldiers. Now that faith had returned once again, it was actually the last time he sang the war song.
The young soldier was being pursued by soldiers behind him.
"I'm not a hero. Only those who are buried underground without even having the chance to leave their names behind are real heroes." Jiang Siming's hoarse voice sounded again.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Jiang Siming seemed to hear the roars of the soldiers that day again.
With a hint of cold light, the sword comes out like a dragon.
After that night, everyone knew that Jiang Siming was dead, nailed to the city wall alive. No one dared to collect the body, but one night, Jiang Siming's body disappeared inexplicably.
Jiang Siming regained consciousness and found himself still in the white space.
"Was everything before fake?" Jiang Siming suddenly said with a vicissitudes of life. With a body of only 12 years old, his mind has lived a whole life.
Looking at the Immortal-Slaying Sword in the distance, Jiang Siming smiled faintly. He walked slowly, and this time Jiang Siming finally succeeded in reaching the Immortal-Slaying Sword. Pulling out the Immortal-Slaying Sword, Jiang Siming couldn't help but shouting "Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Jiang Siming waved the Immortal-Slaying Sword unconsciously, and the murderous aura became stronger and stronger. Sword Qi cut through the space, and the white space began to shatter.
Jiang Siming suddenly put away his sword. He had just comprehended a soul skill of his own.
The power of killing is not to kill innocent people. Kill the enemies who come to attack, kill the disloyal and unjust, kill the treacherous villains, kill the unjust kings. Kill all the darkness and bring back a bright world.
"The Great Sword Song of Light."
Too many soldiers have sacrificed their lives to defend their country, but their fate may be to leave their bodies in the wilderness, with no name or surname. They will not retreat, because behind them are their loved ones and their country.
"Ding, warning, warning. The host has attempted to escape from the prison and is forcibly exiting the second stage of the mirror space."
"What happened?" Jiang Siming regained consciousness and appeared on the training ground of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.
"Master! Go and report to the Master quickly that Jiang Siming has woken up!" The servant next to him hurriedly reported to Ning Fengzhi.
Ning Fengzhi hurried over. Looking at Jiang Siming's deep eyes, he felt a little surprised, but he didn't think much about it.
"You really scared me to death. You haven't eaten or drunk for 30 days. If you weren't still breathing, I would have thought you were dead." Ning Fengzhi said with a long sigh.
"Uncle Ning, is there anything to eat? I'm almost starving." Jiang Siming's stomach growled.
"Ask the kitchen to prepare the food." Ning Fengzhi instructed the servants.
A quarter of an hour later, in the living room of Qibao Liuli Sect, the table was filled with various delicacies. Jiang Siming devoured them like a wolf, as if he hadn't eaten for 800 years.
"Si Ming, go slower. If the kitchen is not enough, go and prepare some more." Ning Fengzhi felt a little funny watching this scene.
Jiang Siming's mouth was full and he had no time to pay attention to Ning Fengzhi.
Half an hour later, Jiang Siming finally ended the battle, his stomach was already full to the limit.
"Si Ming, you have been unconscious for a whole month, and your aura is getting stronger every day. From the 15th day, a strong sword energy gushed out of your body. Later, a strong murderous aura slowly erupted. Uncle Jian said that you were having an epiphany, but he didn't know the details. Can you tell your uncle about it?" Ning Fengzhi was really curious about what Jiang Siming had experienced. There was another point that Ning Fengzhi didn't say, that is, Jiang Siming's eyes were extremely deep and difficult to understand.
"Uncle Ning, I'm not quite sure what happened in that mysterious state." Jiang Siming said vaguely.
Ning Fengzhi didn't make it too difficult when he saw that Jiang Siming was unwilling to speak. After all, a genius like Jiang Siming should be won over, and this was also the external policy of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.
Jian Douluo was out for something, so he didn't know that Jiang Siming had woken up yet, otherwise he would have pestered Jiang Siming. After all, Jian Douluo was also a master of swordsmanship, so how could he not understand the importance of enlightenment to the improvement of artistic conception? It was just that Jiang Siming couldn't even replicate this situation himself, let alone tell others.
Jiang Siming returned to the room temporarily.
"System, what's going on with that white space?"
"Ding, the system detects that the host has attempted to jailbreak. The white space is the second stage of the mirror system and has not yet been opened."
"I've heard that mobile phones and computers can be jailbroken. Your system isn't just a program, right?" Jiang Siming was a little confused.
"Ding, jailbreaking is a very dangerous behavior and may cause system disorder. Alert the host. Jailbreaking is prohibited."
"What exactly is a system? The term jailbreak is too modern." Jiang Siming really couldn't figure it out, so he gave up thinking about it.
The illusion brought to him by the Immortal-Slaying Sword was too shocking. Jiang Siming now felt as if he had lived a lifetime, a life filled with killing and repentance.
"Forget it. With my current strength, I'm afraid that even if I know something, it will be of no use." Jiang Siming stopped thinking about it and decided to work hard to improve his own strength.
The harvest this time can be said to be huge. Not only did he comprehend the sword intent, but he also completed a self-created soul skill. The Great Light Sword Song!
These two chapters don't seem to be well written. Some book friends said I was sloppy. Really not! These two chapters took me a long time. I wanted to make an attempt, but it ended up being a failure. If you don't like this style, then we'll go back to the original style.
(End of this chapter)