The Sword Dynasty

It’s just that the big guys don’t need him to worry about things.

Qiu Zaixing asked the number of people in the carriage with a very subtle voice, and turned to look at Ding Ning.

In today's assassination, the other side dispatched a powerful teacher, three swordsmen who are extremely skilled swordsmen, and even a "flying pool" practitioner, the final decision is only three of the white sheep cave The performance of teenagers, especially Ding Ning.

If there is no incredible performance of Ding Ning, he will be killed in the first time like his unaccompanied colleagues. When the practitioners of the Seven Kingdoms arrive, the results are already doomed.

"Your performance today can only be described as perfect. Anyone who is your teacher will be proud of you."

Qiu Xianxing first solemnly said this to Ding Ning, and then went to the small courtyard where Xue was forgotten.

He was a practitioner of Yuanwu in the third year of Yuanwu. Both his identity and his qualifications were seniors for Ding Ning, so his first sentence would be such a comment on Ding Ning, and then, It is the most sincere respect for the white sheep cave and Xue forgetfulness who can teach such disciples.

"I owe you a life."

Then, he said seriously and whispered to Ding Ning.

This is his personal gratitude, standing completely in his personal position.

"You didn't owe me."

Ding Ning calmly looked at the autumn rejuvenation, watching several casual dressers who had already plunged into the streets. Those practitioners must be stronger than those of the Supervisor and the Superintendent of God, and they are not close to Qiu Xingxing and this carriage for a while, but from these aspects, he vaguely guessed the identity of the person in the carriage. "Although I don't know what these people are doing, it is clear that they also want to kill us." Ding Ning shook his head and said: "If there is no such strong person, we will all die here."

Qiu Rising a little smile, did not speak out and Ding Ning argued, just said: "Maybe I can try to recommend you to enter the spiritual sword to learn."

Hearing this statement, Zhang Yi and Shen Wei were all shocked, but Ding Ning shook his head again and said: "I have decided to participate in the Lushan Sword Society."

Autumn revived slightly, but then laughed again, and nodded with approval: "The first step in practice is to go to the state of mind. Since you think of it, the sword is the first choice. You will enter the practice of Lushan Jianzong, for your future. Practice is also more beneficial."

After the pause, he also shook his head and said: "I have thought about it. With your performance today, I must have won the sword of Mount Lushan in his day."

Ding Ning indulged, looking at the figure of the flowing practitioners around, whispered: "If you really want to help me, don't let the many details of today's World War circulate."

Autumn rejuvenation was not surprised.

He didn't think that Ding Ning had a lot of deeper thoughts. He just thought about Ding Ning's means of swearing as a sword. It was indeed awesome. He just went straight and went away. Compared with Feijian, there were many changes. If faced with those real strong players, This means is known in advance, and it is indeed extremely unfavorable when confronted.

"I understand." Qiu Zaixing nodded seriously and said: "I will do my best."

When Qiu Zaixing and Ding Ning were talking softly, the two teenagers in the carriage were also talking softly.

These two teenagers are Fusu and Mengqihai, one is the big Qin Emperor who will become the Prince next year without accident, and one is the son of Menghou.

No matter which one of the two men died, the whole dynasty must be shocked, not to mention that both people were assassinated here.

At this time, the Fusu face was a little pale, and the breath was somewhat unstable, but it was only praise and excitement in the eyes.

Meng Qihai's forehead is slightly wet, all cold sweat, and his face is slightly paler than Fusu.

"Seven seas... How do you think Ding Ning now?" After recollecting many pictures in the battle, Fusu smiled gently and looked at Meng Qihai, who was still unsettled.

Meng Qihai took a deep breath and whispered: "I didn't expect it to be so strong."

Fusu smiled and said: "Then you still feel uncomfortable, do you still think that his pretending posture is very annoying?"

"Today's performance, I can't match the two, I have already taken it." Meng Qihai bowed his head with some shame, but immediately raised his head again and said: "It is better for us to go out and thank you."

Fusu gently shook his head and said: "It is better to change the day."

Some of Meng Qihai did not understand and asked: "Why?"

"Going out now, so many people, it is a little troublesome." Fusu looked at him and whispered: "And we and his identity are too different. I don't want to feel like they are too high when I first started to communicate."

Meng Qihai heard the deeper meaning of Fusu's words, and his eyes lit up: "What do you mean, we hide our identity and make friends with them?"

Fusu sighed and frowned. "I don't know how this happened. I don't know if this will change the minds of the mother and the father, but even if they Still allow me to participate in the Lushan Swords Club, then even if I don't want to... my whereabouts and identity I am afraid must be more hidden."

......

In the white night, I waited in the carriage and waited.

Logically speaking, she is the practitioner who should appear above the seven realms near Wutong.

However, not far from the carriage she was in at the moment, the layers of canopy overlapped and overlapped, but it was a fish market.

The fish market has already opened, but today it is quieter and dead than the New Year.

Many shop doors are still open, but not just people. It seems that even the ghosts have disappeared a lot. The originally crowded and narrow dirt roads seem to be empty.

A man wearing a white fox fur coat, looks handsome and looks like a rich man, a gentleman, and walks in the lane of the fish market.

In the distance centered on him, there seem to be countless whispers that sound like ghosts, but as he progresses, these sounds quickly disappear with fear.

Not too deep, but just a hundred steps, he seems to have hated almost the same scene, stopped, and ironically said: "I don't know whether these heavy canopies are to cover up ghosts, or to cover up The atmosphere of the seven realms, but do you really want me to take these apart, are you willing to come out?"

"Mr. Bai, you are the real dragon in the river. Here is just a small mud pond. I don't know where to anger Mr. Bai. Mr. Bai is not in the river to ride the wind and waves, but it is to dismantle this small mud pond." An old voice is in It sounded in the darkness.

A sly old man squatted with a black bamboo stick and slowly walked out of the shadow of a narrow alley.

"This should not be what you asked me, but what I should ask you."

Bai Shanshui looked at the black bamboo stick in the hands of the old man. In his suspicion, there were already many black bamboos around him. His jade-like face showed a strong sense of coldness: "I am ten I have been to Changling for the rest of the time. However, I have never entered the fish market before. The reason is that because they have their own roads, everyone does not make river water. However, you have done too much."

He paused a little, and looked at the old man indifferently: "Fan Zhuo is like my lord, but he is my brother, you killed my brother, but I still robbed me of Yunshui. What about the palace, are you really dead?"

The old man’s face was slightly stiff, and he said: “Mr. Bai must have misunderstood.”

"Sorry." Bai Shanshui looked at the old man and said.

When you look at the old man, you don’t know what he means.

A character like Bai Shanshui is like a dragon king. It’s not the same as a small one. You may feel wrong because of a word.

"Holding the boxing." Bai Shanshui repeated it again, then looked at him with a faint look and said: "If I have misunderstood, it is better for you to tell me that all the ancestral gates of Changling, all the spiritual sites, except the fish market. In addition to the owner, Changling also has the secret of the ghosts and bamboo gates. Who else knows the practitioners of such secrets, and has repaired the seven realms?"

The old man thoroughly understood what he meant.

"I don't know who else in Changling is such a presence. In fact, if we know that Changling suddenly has such a practitioner, we will be shocked." The old man looked up and looked at Baishan. Water, very serious said: "But we don't know that your brother was killed, but I don't know that he was killed in the hands of a seven-study practitioner who repaired the ghost and mystery. This is really not us. made."

Bai Shanshui shook his head and said: "I am here today, not to listen to such a weak explanation. If you can say that Changling has such a practitioner, I may believe you, but unfortunately, Changling has nothing else. There are such practitioners in the place."

After the pause, he sneered: "Changling has only the former merchants, and is the anti-sect of the Daqi Dynasty Ghost Bamboo Gate."

The old man suddenly became angry and screamed: "White mountains and waters, you should not be too arrogant. I respect you as a personal master. Do you really want me to be afraid of you?"

"You are Qin people, I am a Wei person, originally an enemy. You respect me, and you are afraid of my strength. As for me, the reason why I am the king of the country is not related to your business, if not you. Business reforms will make your Daqin national strength prosperous, how can you have the power to destroy the three dynasties? So I have a good impression of your business without what you think."

Bai Shanshui smiled coldly, and looked at the old man shaking his head and said: "You are not my opponent, you are too old... even my sword can't be picked up."