The Sword Dynasty

"If I gamble and lose, the night policy is indeed a Yuanwu person. Can we escape from Changling like Baishan?"

"No, because your true identity is known, I won the first place in the Lushan Swords Club, and Zheng Shou will definitely make a Lenovo... We add up to her more important than the whole Gushan sword."

"When you and the Shao murder came, they suffered the assassination of two South Vietnamese practitioners?"

"Not two Nanyue practitioners, but a South Vietnamese practitioner, and one practitioner of the Yelang Kingdom. This kind of news was heard by Wang Taixu. This only shows that the officials who went to see it are not enough. ”

"Is it Zheng sleeve?"

"She won't be so low-level. It's just a sword to kill people. Killing people by sword is also the best thing she is good at. It's just that I didn't use other people's swords to assassinate me. Instead, I used the sword of Mt. By.

"Who is going to kill you?"

"The master who can use the South Vietnamese and Yelang, except the one who came to our Wutong, I am afraid there will be no one else."

"骊陵君?"

"..."

In the ink garden, Ding Ning and Chang Sunshue will conduct some dialogues every day.

The time of dialogue is the same as that when Wutong falls, but it is a matter of life and death.

However, the emotions of the two people are getting calmer and calmer.

After a torrential rain, Changling was also surprisingly peaceful, with blue sky and cool, cool in the house, and a rare summer cool weather.

In the morning, Ding Ning had eaten the sauerkraut and intestines. From the side room where the former servant of the ink garden placed the sundries, he pulled out a small copper shovel and took it to the garden. He began to slowly turn over and move some flowers and plants. .

"Will you arrange for the arrangement of the tactics?"

The long-term Sun Xuexue hangs a few pieces of washed clothes on the rope. When a beautiful woman like her does this most common thing, it always gives people a strange feeling. It seems that such a picture should not happen like this.

After Ding Ning paused, she looked at her and said: "The practitioners are making progress and change, and they cannot look down on other means."

"I am afraid that it was because of the killing of him that year, not just the sword, there are many ways that he looked down on." The long-haired Sunshine lowered his eyes and said coldly.

Ding Ning was silent for a moment and nodded.

"No wonder that the practice of Laoshan Jianzong in the past year has always been dreamed of, and others have suffered such injuries. In March, they may not be able to go to the ground. You only have to recuperate to such a degree in a few days." Ding Ning, said: "When you see it, you will know what kind of results will be achieved when the exercises he practiced and the exercises of Lushan Jianzong will be met. If it was not that he was too proud, he would not want to use small means to obtain exercises. Li Suxue was too stingy, and even the Jianshan Mountain Gate of Lushan Mountain did not open to him. If he got the practice of Lushan Jianzong in the same year, the result might be different."

Ding Ning looked down at the copper shovel in his hand and said: "There is not so much."

The long-term grandson turned and walked toward the small courtyard where he lived. "Bai Lishen was really because he was judged by his sword. He said that some swords are not used well and he would not have any intersection with him."

Ding Ning paused slightly and said: "I don't know."

The long-term Sun Xuexue did not say anything again, and the conversation ended the same as the two used to.

Ding Ning bowed his head, continued to dig the earth, dug out some gullies, and moved some stone.

The numerous small silkworms in his body constantly spit out the real elements like a gossamer, forming a unique cycle, while the five gas in the body is flowing according to the method of running the true element of the Jianshan sword.

Any practitioner who can perceive the nuances of his body at the moment, even if he throws away the practice of the nine dead silkworms, will fall into absolute shock.

Because this is a simultaneous practice in two ways.

In just a few days, he has perfectly integrated the two exercises, and has almost created a new practice.

The true strength of his body is constantly increasing at a rate that is difficult for all practitioners to understand.

This is probably the speed of practice that the Emperor of the year did not reach.

Ding Ning can be sure that as long as he can continue his quiet practice in Changling, he is destined to become the youngest of the Seven Physicists in all records.

However, as the long-term grandson's light snow enters the night's cold line of sight, the speed of fast practice is no longer comparable to that of the night.

The absence of an army to appear around the ink garden soon does not mean that her meaning is already clear, perhaps a bigger and stronger net.

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The hot summer winds blow away the moisture and coolness of the lanes.

As time went by, Changling, which experienced two major events of Lushan and Mengshan Swordsmen, seemed to be more calm.

A few days after Ding Ning began digging the soil and moving the stone in the courtyard, a carriage was slowly swaying to the main entrance of the ink garden. The rear of the carriage followed an ordinary carriage.

A beautiful palace boots stepped out of the carriage in front.

On the slightly hot stone floor in front of this ink garden, in the surrounding snoring, she slowly bowed to the carriage of the Laoshan Jianzong who had stayed outside the ink garden for a long time. , said: "I was ordered to see Ding Ning."

There is no movement in the carriage.

However, this famous surnamed lady knows that this does not mean that the practitioner who is afraid to kill more than the sword of the Taiwanese is not there, only that he does not refuse.

Rong surnamed the palace girl did not change the face again, and then began to enter the park.

In the carriage behind her, two of the maids came out, each holding a few square boxes and some nervously followed.

Wang Taixu had already arranged a manpower in the ink garden. When the surnamed palace girl did not really enter the inner garden, Ding Ning, who got the return of the concierge, had already cleaned her hands, waiting for the surnamed palace lady at the entrance of the inner garden.

Far from looking at the more and more close to the surname of the palace lady, Ding Ning's face is just calm, and did not make any sound.

The surnamed palace lady looked at Ding Ning who stood on the steps far away. It was also not far from him. He succumbed to a ceremony and said: "The goddess has already given the holy shrine because you have a lot of performances in the Aries. Too good, so the Qingteng Jianyuan was renamed Baiyang Cave from now on. The transaction should be handled by your uncle Li Daoji."

"Xie Dongzhu taught me so many talents for Daqin, and was buried in the Tomb of the Tomb."

"The Niangniang remembers your injury and specially sent me some healing and refilling things."

Ding Ning looked at her and there was no reaction.

When she watched her stop talking, she calmly asked: "Is it finished?"

Rong surnamed the woman’s brow, slightly hesitating, said: “You are a smart person, so don’t say more.”

Ding Ning nodded, her eyes crossed her body and fell on the brocade boxes in the hands of the two maids behind her. "That is what sent me?"

Rong surnamed the palace girl looked at him and said: "Yes."

Ding Ning didn't look at her, and walked past her side, took the box from the two maids, and then continued to look forward and walked toward the gate of the ink garden.

The brow of the surnamed palace lady was deeply picked up. The two pretty maids looked at Ding Ning with some ecstasy. I don’t know what Ding Ning is going to do.

Ding Ning calmly walked out of the gate of the ink garden.

Not far from the gate, there is a stream, which is very clear, but because there are many neighborhoods where the paulownia has been moved around the current ink garden, the water has become somewhat dirty.

Looking at the dirty water floating in the leaves and foam, Ding Ning opened all the brocade boxes, didn't look at the things inside, then fell over and poured all the things inside into the dirty water.

Two uncontrollable exclamations rang behind him.

The two maids were completely eclipsed, and they never thought that Ding Ning would make such a move.

The surnamed palace lady has already walked out of the door with Ding Ning. She is only a few feet away from Ding Ning. Her brow is only slightly wrinkled, and her voice is slightly cold: "This is equivalent to a tax for a few years in the capital city."

Ding Ning turned calmly and looked at her and said, "What about that?"

Rong surnamed the palace to sigh: "Even if you make up, don't you think it is enough?"

Ding Ning looked at her as gentle as possible, and with a look of apology, laughed. "People are dead, can they compensate?"

"If you say compensation."

He did not look at the surnamed palace lady and walked back to the gate of the ink garden. "Unless you can let the old man come alive, see me win the first place."

"I did what I promised, but he couldn't see it. What is the meaning of compensation?"

"Uncle Li Dao will not come back, even if he is responsible for the funeral. After he heard about what I did today, I will respect my attitude."

Ding Ning's footsteps stopped in front of the threshold, and turned slightly, looking at the surname of the palace lady, seriously said: "And ... you should remember what I said to you before the Shaoshan Jianzong."

After saying this, Ding Ning went straight through the gate and walked to the inner court, never looking at her again.

Rong surnamed the palace girl did not look back to Ding Ning.

She still doesn't have much anger, just thinks Ding Ning is stupid.

But she couldn't help but start to recall what Ding Ning had said to her before the start of the Shushan sword meeting.

"After the Shushan sword meeting, I will definitely challenge you... I will kill you!"

She remembered the words that Ding Ning said, and then began to shed some cold meaning that she had not felt for many years.

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