It was an era when heroes emerged in large numbers.
Luochuan River spits out eight hundred miles of rivers and mountains from west to east. Every step is a picturesque scenery. The text is written from right to left, and everything is written in one go. Every sigh is an immortal chapter.
The owner of the village had an altar set up, with a bronze three-legged incense burner standing on the rosewood, facing the north. Looking at the sky and high mountains, the clouds are flying like brocade, I put nine sticks of incense and said:
"The nine of us have sworn sworn vows here. Regardless of origin, age or seniority, we are brothers from now on. In terms of seniority, I, the eldest brother, and Yaoyuan, the second brother, are doing their part and will definitely take care of you. Li Xiao is an old man, Pai is the third brother, Feng Heng is the fourth brother, Shen Guan is the fifth brother, and Chuigong is good at dancing with double swords, so he will be the sixth brother."
Chuigong was only nine years old at the time, but he was extremely skilled in martial arts and had already killed many people while going down the mountain to suppress bandits. When he heard the word "Xiao Liu", he bared his fangs and yelled viciously, "I'm not a little kid!"
The village owner stroked his head and looked up at Qingting and the others, "Qingting is the seventh, Linghe is the eighth, and Liaoling is the ninth sister."
Liao Ling said: "It's Lao Jiu."
Qingting laughed and said, "Let's do this, my dear. How about Ah Jiu?"
Only then did Liao Ling nod.
The general raised his hands and bowed to the altar, and then said: "From now on, all the people in the world and the common people must keep it in their hearts. The nine of us must take it as our duty to save the common people, end this thousand-year war in the mortal world, let me stand in the world of races, and let all the ordinary people be proud of being powerful in the mortal world."