The Sword Dynasty

The hands of Zhou’s ancestors paused on the shoulders of the girls.

Even the clean, dry hands and the white skin of the girl's neck form a strong contrast, with a kind of evil beauty.

Because his heart was filled with violent and resentful emotions, he did not realize the passage of time. His hands were paused for a long time and remained in a fixed position. Zhou Susan did not understand what he was doing, and he could not control his body for a while. Trembling.

Until the obvious tremor was introduced into the palm of his hand, Zhou’s ancestors only woke up.

His figure moved back to his couch and waved his hand to the girl, indicating that she could leave, and said softly: "There should be no problem, you will continue to practice."

Zhou Susan’s uneasiness disappeared, and she was very respectful to the old man and then retired.

The Zhou family ancestors did not look at the figure she left, and she was silent and her face was full of haze.

Time is extremely urgent for an elderly person like him. However, for a person who is always stuck at a certain point, even because of physical reasons, he can no longer continue to practice. If he continues to practice the whole atmosphere, he is likely to completely freeze the powerful practitioner. In fact, when you get used to spending a lot of time each day to practice... now that a lot of time has become completely idle, then this time will be extremely long.

Every breath is hard to beat.

In such a torment, people who have strong power but can't get in, can only feel their aging and death, can never have a happy mood.

The only lucky thing is that he has more time to think than the average practitioner.

From the beginning, he did not have the idea of ​​letting Ding Ning live for a long time.

The supreme swordsman of Zhou’s freehand scrolls cannot be circulated in the hands of outsiders, otherwise the final foundation of Zhou Jialian, which is gradually declining, will disappear.

According to his practice experience, before the start of the Shushan Swords Club, Ding Ning's qihai should begin to freeze.

I don't need him to do it at the time. I am afraid that the opponent in the Shushan Sword Club will let Ding Ning disappear into the world.

Now Ding Ning's enlightenment on the freehand scrolls does not help him. He must first determine if the wine shop boy has lied to him. Then he does not want the wine shop to die without meaning... it doesn't make sense to him.

"That is a real event, a grand event that may not be there in the future. Such a grand event cannot be missed."

A sullen Zhou family ancestors crossed hands and thought about each other, slowly speaking to himself.

The event he said naturally refers to the Lushan League.

The Lushan Alliance, which was agreed by the four great dynasties nine years ago, is the most in-depth disclosure of the strengths of the dynasty.

Not only the imperial kings of each dynasty, but also the most stunning people in each dynasty will gather in Lushan.

Now that the Emperor Yuanwu has reached the top of the world, it will bring amazing wind and rain. Every practitioner in the world naturally wants to know and wants to see it.

Even if the entire Lushan Mountain is closed by the emperors' army and practitioners, as long as they rush to some of the hills around Lushan, they must also be able to see the changes in the air of the Lushan Mountain.

For practitioners such as Zhou’s ancestors, it is possible to perceive some changes in air movements when higher practitioners carry or release the heavens and earths at a very close distance. It is a great opportunity to perceive some lines between the heavens and the earth. .

For Zhou’s ancestors, the four words of Lushan League also reminded him of more things.

Lushan is not far from Wushan.

In Wushan, there is something that is very useful to him.

But whether he goes to Lushan or Wushan, he must go out of the mountain and leave the Zhoujia Moyuan.

"I should go out and go."

Zhou family ancestors looked at the night sky outside, indifferent to himself.

Then he snorted and said: "Ready."

Zhoujia Moyuan is at least half a day's drive from Wutong. At this time, it will leave in the early morning.

......

In the darkness before dawn, the long-term grandson opened his eyes.

Everything about her practice in her body converges to the sea and sinks into the jade palace.

In the jade palace, the sword with deep color to the extreme does not need her movements at all, and it is greedy to **** into all the real elements and heaven and earth that sink into the jade palace.

The ordinary sword can not accommodate such an amazing real element and heaven and earth, but this nine-nine king sword is completely like a real world, a place of gloom.

Her perception also broke into the sword, but the spread of the sword was expanded several times.

Ding Ning's countless small silkworms perceive her anomalies, and he is also very alert to open his eyes, whispered: "What?"

"The seven steps in the middle, the five insufficiency, the sea and the sea more than half." Chang Sunshue snow looked at him, said slowly.

"It’s the ancestor of Zhou, it should come to me."

Ding Ning did not hesitate to affirm the identity of the coming person and sneered: "I haven’t come out in the ink garden for so many years. All Changling people thought he was dead. Now it’s not to find someone to look for me personally."

"Although the sea is more than half-sealed, it is only the difference between the total amount of the Yuan and the heavens and the poor circulation, and he is majoring in the means of staring at the stars. Before the early years of Yuanwu, he went through many brutal battles... If it is really fighting, I don't necessarily have the confidence to win."

The long-standing shallow snow of the long-term grandson said: "You can solve such a person?"

Ding Ning thought for a moment and did not answer.

The long-haired Sun's brow was wrinkled, and his face showed some contemptuous look: "It seems that I still think more, you have a talisman now."

Ding Ning understood what she meant, but she didn't feel ashamed. She just said calmly: "Look at his intentions."

Several carriages parked in a street not far from the Indus.

Zhou’s ancestors in the middle carriage squinted and looked at Changling City, immersed in the last trace of darkness before dawn.

Out of the ink garden, all the way, this Changling and his impression of the Changling have been changed innumerable, becoming more majestic and huge, so that he can not imagine the blood of the past.

Many of the original houses have disappeared.

Can't see the slightest trace.

It turns out that a lot of things can really be erased without leaving any traces.

But I don't want to leave any traces in such a majestic big city.

......

When the first morning light of the morning fell on the indus, Zhang Yi got up. He began to sweep the courtyard. The broom in his hand was always separated from the ground by a trace of distance. The silk flowing from his hands blew on the ground. The leaves and dust on the ground were cleaned, but no sound was heard.

No sound is just to not disturb the sleep of Xue forget.

It was only this kind of sweeping that was also regarded as his homework. Looking back on these days, he practiced in Wutong, but he found that his invisible progress was faster than when he was practicing in Aries.

He can't find a reason.

But Ding Ning is very clear about the reasons.

Practicing the most important state of mind, when you are serious and do something with a sincere heart, it is naturally easier to succeed.

Xue Forgetting has never been so weak.

Zhang Yi, who is respectful to filial piety, has never been so worried about Xue Forgetting. He is always the most important thing for him.

Everything is done with all my heart, how can it be unsatisfactory?

After sweeping the courtyard, Zhang Yi still opened the door without any sound, carrying some dry wood and stove to the outside to make a fire. At this time, Ding Ning also opened the door as usual, and at this time, Zhou freely came from the alley.

Ding Ning already knew the personal arrival of Zhou’s ancestors, so I was not surprised. Zhang Yi saw the arrival of Zhou’s freehand, but suddenly he was a glimpse.

"My ancestors want to see you." Zhou wrote always bowed his head, went to Ding Ning's body and walked a little, and whispered.

Ding Ning did not say much, nodded, followed by the week of turning around and walked out of the alley.

In the few carriages that were close to the stop, the curtains of Zhou’s ancestors in the middle carriage were slowly pushed open by a soft force, revealing the figure of Zhou’s ancestors.

Ding Ning was very respectful and said: "How come you see me so early?"

Zhou’s ancestors have been watching all the actions and looks of Ding Ning. His eyes are flashing through an invisible cold glory. He feels that calm can indeed cover up many emotions.

It was only his face that was the most gentle smile. He patted the soft couch on his side, like his own Zhou family, and said kindly: "Come here and sit and talk."

Ding Ning respectfully sat down, as well as the well-behaved back to prepare to listen.

"I will take a look at your cultivation." Zhou Jia's ancestors and his hands extended his hands, as if he touched the girl, and fell on Ding Ning's arms.

Ding Ning's face has no abnormalities.

With the vitality of his own enthusiasm, the Zhou family's ancestors breathe a little, and he did not notice any abnormalities. Ding Ning's everything was exactly what he expected.

In this way, this wine shop boy did not know more than him?

Maybe I am too suspicious.

How can a junior like him, in a short period of time, be more enlightened and correct than himself?

Zhou’s ancestors’ mouths were full of self-deprecating, and then they turned into endless cold and violent meanings. In a very short period of time, they turned into extreme gentleness.

"After a few days, it is the Lushan League that determines the fate of our Daqin Dynasty."

He looked at Ding Ning and said softly: "This is a real event. I want you to accompany me to see it. You can think about it."

"Although it is very possible to get some special encounters, it is very dangerous to go to such a grand event."

After he paused, he added with the scorpion: "Even if the sacred sages follow the practitioners who entered Lushan, they may not be safe. And we can't enter Lushan, and we can only observe the rituals in the forest closest to Lushan. It’s just that there will be practitioners from all walks of life, so the dispute is inevitable. Even if I don’t guarantee that I will retreat, I don’t have to answer me right away, you can think about it.”

"You said that you can't guarantee that you will retreat. The practitioner like me is dead in the face. It's normal." Ding Ning thought so coldly in his heart, but his face was not unexpected, but he didn't Any obvious changes. R1058