The Sword Dynasty
Chapter 2: Live a long time and go far
A few black umbrellas carefully escorted the white skirt. The woman walked out dozens of steps and got on a carriage waiting for it.
The teenager who came out of the scented oil shop that had collapsed half of the smudges looked at the woman in the white dress without squinting until the white skirt woman opened the curtain and sat in it. He said with a sigh: "It is beautiful."
The black swordsman who fell to the front of his side was only able to return to the thoughts, thinking of the meaning of the short three characters of the white skirt woman, a huge joy and shock to the feeling of numbness. First filled his body.
"Pretty?"
Then he began to chew on the teenager. The beauty of the night head is unquestionable, but the country's giants like her, such a fascinating practitioner, just using "beautiful" to describe her appearance, seems to be a kind of embarrassment.
The sound of the horseshoe, the carriage carrying the head of the Daqin dynasty, instantly penetrated into the rain and disappeared.
The vast majority of black swordsmen, like the ones coming, disappeared quickly and silently in this street.
The streets and lanes that are blurred in the rain have finally completely awakened. More and more people are leaving the house to see what is happening, but between a few breaths, the sound of numerous gold and iron hitting the ground obscures the rain and thunder.
In an instant, countless incoming chariots formed an iron wall that blocked their view.
"Your name is Ding Ning, is the Wutong Falling Wine Shop? How can I run here to make sesame oil?"
Under a temporary shack, the middle-aged micro-fat officer with a slightly bald head gave a dry cloth to the teenager who was almost wet.
The official's look looked very harmonious, because he was in a hurry, and even a little shine on his forehead, giving people a more mediocre feeling, but most of the officials and sergeants around him deliberately kept a certain amount with him. Distance, because the slightly visible Changling people, know that he is Mo Qinggong.
God has supervised one of the most experienced "bad dogs".
"Evil dog" is definitely not a praise name, but it implies a lot of heavy meanings. In addition to being fierce and smelly, it often means that there are enough minions and strong enough backing behind. For the "bad dog" that is extremely difficult and can't reach out, the best way is to stay away from it.
At this moment, he had just arrived, and his breath was not flat. However, there were already dozens of cases in his hand, and one of them had already recorded in detail the identity of this young man who had some doubts.
The boy named Ding Ning did not realize the horror of the slightly fat middle-aged official who seemed to speak very well. He wiped the muddy water on his face with the dry cloth handed to him by Mo Qinggong, and looked at it with curiosity. The Mori cold chariot with the tiger head pattern and the wolf pattern on the sword handle of the green swordsman on the chariot did not answer the question of Mo Qinggong in the first place. Instead, he asked: "This is the tiger wolf army of our Daqin. ?"
Mo Qinggong wiped the sweat on his forehead and replied: "Exactly."
"Who is the one who lived in that small courtyard?" After exhausting the dust and mud on his face, Ding Ning, who is more delicate and aura, said seriously: "Is it so popular?"
Mo Qinggong increasingly felt that Ding Ning was interesting, and the calm atmosphere of the other side made him inexplicably infected, calmed down, and his eyes gradually became more colorful.
"Have you heard of the sword furnace?" He was not angry, and asked with a pleasant color.
"Zhao Guojian furnace?" Ding Ning is somewhat ecstatic.
"Exactly." Mo Qinggong looked at him with awkwardness and patiently said: "The self-Da Qin Dynasty and Zhao Guo’s conquest began. The world’s talents understand that Zhao’s strongest practice is not the Qingyang Sword Tower, but the one that looks like Ordinary iron shop. The eight true disciples of the sword furnace are all the existence of a sword but the city. Zhao Guo has been destroyed by me for thirteen years, but those swords are still the throat of my Daqin dynasty. If you don’t get rid of it in one day, you can’t feel at ease in one day. Today’s Fuxi is the seventh person in the sword furnace, Zhao Wei.”
“No wonder...” Ding Ning looked at the gap in the chariot and watched that it was gone. Many practitioners were carefully examining the small courtyard in each corner, thoughtfully.
Mo Qinggong smiled slightly: "Now you want to understand why I asked you these trivial questions at the beginning?"
Ding Ning seriously nodded. "An enemy like this is lurking here. All the nearby people, of course, have to check it out, especially if I don't live here, I have to ask."
Mo Qinggong appreciated the slight dagger: "Where can you answer my previous question?"
Ding Ning smiled and said: "In fact, the sesame oil shop on our side did not do business for two days, so I could only come here recently. I didn't expect to be delayed here by a heavy rain. I didn't even think of this happening. thing."
Mo Qinggong was silent for a moment, then handed over the umbrella from the side and handed it to Ding Ning. "In this case, you can leave."
Ding Ning was a little surprised, and his eyes were clear and asked: "It's that simple?"
"I still can't walk away? Don't ask for trouble!" Mo Qinggong screamed with a sigh of relief and laughter, waved his hand and motioned the teenager to leave soon.
"Then your umbrella?"
"If I don't come, I will send it to you."
......
Looking at Ding Ning's back, Mo Qinggong's feelings gradually became cold, and for a moment, he sighed low outside the canopy behind him: "Chen Qin Huaishu came over!"
The skinny young man in a plain green shirt walked into the temporary shelter after he had heard the sound.
Mo Qinggong looked up slightly and looked at the young man who had come to the front. His fingers tapped on the file coil unfolding in front of him. After tapping more than ten times in a row, he slowly asked: Wu Tong fell this young boy named Ding Ning, this is the volume you made, you can have an impression?"
The skinny young man stood down with respect and respect, not humble: "Yes."
Mo Qinggong gave him a cold look, Shen Sheng said: "According to this volume, the origin of his and his opening shop can be said to be clean to the extreme, but the key is why you did it in the first place. Such a backup?"
The skinny young man seems to have already expected that he would ask such a question, and he would reply without hesitation: "This boy is indeed our Qin people. The origins of the past generations are also very clear. The reason for doing this investigation is The case file was because Fang Houfu had contact with him, and Fang Houfu had specially invited the party to see him."
A trip to Mo Qing Palace: "Fang Hou House?"
The skinny young man nodded. "This young boy was taken care of by his parents after he died of illness. And he was a small shop in Wutong, although the shop was very small but very famous. Fanghoufu people I bought this wine at this wine shop. It was because I felt that there was some potential in this wine shop. I specially invited the embroidered screen to see it myself."
Mo Qinggong frowned slightly, and his fingers unconsciously tapped again on the file.
"Later?" he asked for a moment.
The skinny young man replied earnestly: "After seeing the square embroidery screen, Fang Houfu has never been in contact with this child. The inference is that the square embroidery screen thinks that he is not enough to become a practitioner. There are no doubts about the origins, so the subordinates just made a backup and archived the case, and no more effort was made to investigate."
For the first time in the eyes of Mo Qinggong, the expression of praise was revealed. "You did a good job."
The skinny young man still has no change in his expression, calmly said: "The subordinates are just doing their part."
Mo Qinggong thought about it and asked: "Can the wine from the small wine in the place where Wutong fall can get into the eyes of Fanghoufu?"
The skinny young man shook his head. "The wine shop of his family is famous because he is very beautiful."
Mo Qinggong was completely stunned.
The skinny young man still didn't look up, but there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. I thought that if you really saw the woman, I would be more surprised.
Mo Qinggong smiled and laughed at himself. He suddenly looked at the skinny young man and whispered softly: "This time, the virtual sword door opened, I put you on the recommended list."
"grown ups!"
The skinny young man always maintained a respectful and calm attitude. However, this whisper of Mo Qinggong made him tremble like a thunderous thunder, and he exclaimed uncontrollably.
The beauty of Mo Qinggong was not much changed. He patted the shoulder of this excited young man and whispered: "Before you go to Lingxu Jianmen, help me the last one, help me. Check the origins of him and his people around me and find out what the conclusions of the square screen are."
......
All the streets and lanes of Changling, like Zhao Yu’s, are straight and straight. The horizontal and vertical are vertical, and even the turrets are evenly distributed throughout the city.
At the moment, it is closest to a corner of the canopy of Moqing Palace. Behind the curtain of the curtain, there is a wisteria chair with an old man in a plain plain dress and a sparse white hair statue. The stalks are scattered on the shoulders.
Behind the old man is a young man with a long, yellow coat.
The young man's face is elegant and gentle, and it is a type that is easy to feel at first sight. At this time his hands are hanging on the back of the wisteria chair, which is modest and close.
"What are you thinking about?"
The old man took back the gaze that fell to the distance, smiled and said.
The young man in the yellow shirt walked lightly and walked to the side of the old man. He said with respect: "Master, since the head of the night can kill Zhao Wei alone, it shows that she has at least passed the threshold of seven products, but I am not Understand that at the moment, Changling... In addition to the night head, there are still people who can kill Zhao Wei alone. Why do you have to return to the night heads who are practicing overseas?"
The old man smiled slightly, sticking out his dead fingers and pointing to the front of the corner outside the rain curtain: "What did you see?"
The young man in the yellow shirt looked hard, such as in the rainstorm, but only saw the straight streets. He replied with some apologies: "The disciples are blunt, and the teacher is pointing."
"You look too close, you only see these streets, you can't see the border of Changling." The old man squinted and slowly said: "But you should know that this city is the only one in the world. The capital of the outer wall. The reason why we don’t need the wall of the city is because the sword of every Qin people is the wall."
The young man in the yellow shirt is gradually silent and silent.
"Your Majesty, or Li Xiang, looks farther than you."
The old man kindly glanced at the young man in the yellow shirt, but he said with some sarcasm. "There is at least two layers of meaning when the night head is returned. One layer is in the Changling, although there is no shortage of people who can kill Zhao Wei independently. The strong, but more than one, always more than a power. Although the previous night head has already had a great reputation, but most people suspect that she has not even entered the seventh. Today, the first sword stabbed Zhao Oh, it will be the loudest thunder in the autumn. The invisible wall of Changling is thicker. The other layer is that the night head has been practicing overseas for several years, including my heart. Doubt, doubt whether the night secretary should not leave the trust, the equivalent of being exiled, and now the night head suddenly returned to the shackles, this can only show that the contact between the priest and the night head has been very close, rumors and doubts are not broken. ”
"Li Xiang really looks much farther than me." The young man in the yellow shirt sighed.
When he spit out the word "李相", his look was both admiration and self-confidence.
Li Xiang is a distinguished name.
The Daqin dynasty had two prime ministers, one with strict surname and one surnamed Li.
The two primes are different in age, appearance, preferences, and strengths, but they are equally mysterious and powerful.
Their mystery and power are in the vast majority of places in Changling, which are under their shadow. Everyone is sure that they are powerful practitioners, but no one has seen their shots, or even Several people are qualified to see their true face.
Really powerful... There are many people who are already strong and fearful in this world, but only their loyal subordinates.
People who are too strong often have no friends.
Therefore, in Changling, the great mention of Yan Xiang or Li Xiang, the corresponding emotions are often awe, fear, resentment, but there is very little real admiration in the eyes of this young man.
"The view of Shizun should be good. Under this period of time, cultivation is the main thing. This kind of thing should be the main thing of Li Xiang... Just the Lushan League is coming soon. At this time, the night head is coming back. He should have more ideas." After sighing, the young man in yellow shirt thought for a moment and continued.
The old man smiled with satisfaction.
In his view, his close disciple is indeed not very talented, but his temperament is as straight and frank as the road of Changling.
There is no natural hostility to anyone, and people are serious about learning each other's strengths.
Such a person, in such a turbulent Daqin dynasty, will live long and go far.
There is no problem in seeing things for the time being far enough. As long as they can go far enough, they will always see more things than others.
......
The rare rainstorm temporarily did not see the meaning of the stop, and the entire Changling’s street was covered with a thin layer of water.
The face has been wiped clean, but the clothes are still full of smudged Ding Ning, a foot deep and shallow to plant a lot of streets of the phoenix tree.
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