The Sword Dynasty

When the moon passed by, the night was the strongest, but it was the most lively time in Changling fish market.

In the burning agarwood room, a black bamboo grows lonely and disappears quietly.

The woman in the red shirt stood in front of the window holding her piano, her eyes covered by the overshadowed dark awning, but her heart was cast into the place where the battles took place today.

She looked like a peacetime with a touch of sentimentality, thinking about the two women who had broken their homes on the river in the same day, and thought about the sword that Miss Gong’s grandfather had displayed today. Her mood swing was More and more intense.

Another black bamboo appeared out of the open space behind her, but there was no first and foremost;;;; the same as before the novel. +. It disappeared with her breath, but suddenly blossomed and grew a deep red flower.

As the bamboo blossoms, there is also a mysterious change in her body.

Her skin quickly became as pure black as black bamboo, and then quickly faded away, without any difference in peacetime.

The black color in her eyes was a point larger than usual, and her eyes were darker and brighter.

A black bamboo in the black shadow outside the door of this room also began to shake vigorously.

On weekdays, the old servant who was following her side knocked on the door and looked at her, but she was silent.

He knew that she had long been able to break through the border. However, she had never broken the border. It was equivalent to the intangible contract with Changling, which made Changling give her a place to live.

"I felt a bit of a fight between Bai Shanshui and Zhao Si on the Weihe River."

The old servant of this business did not speak, but she started to talk. It was still the kind of gentleness that came to the extreme. The sad tone: "The two are the country's broken family. I think that I am not the same, the family does not exist, here. Changling is also a ghost of the wild, always a nail in the eye, today has so many things, want to be independent, how can be independent."

The merchant servant continued to silence for a moment, saying: "Miss, after all, still remember the hatred of the family."

"Remember both the hatred of the family and the grace that has been received."

The woman in the red shirt said softly, "I have been in Changling for so many years, at least I know that if the person was not in a hurry to come back, the business would have no one left. I am a lonely woman, there is nothing to avenge I hope that this hatred is light, but it is remembered instead. Today, my heart is not quiet, after all, it is because of the nine dead silkworms."

She turned to look at the old servant who was always licking her body, and then said: "White Mountain, Zhao Si, and Miss Gong Sun, what are these people, if not because of the nine dead silkworms, how can I not believe that today? This burns his true yuan. As long as the nine dead silkworms are in, this Changling can't be quiet. We will not be able to stay in the fish market after all, and it will not be able to stay in the fish market. Is it the kind of person, Zheng sleeve will put us in that one? Humanoids, after all, for her and Yuan Wu, we are just a small fish in the past."

The old servant of the business was silent for a long time. After all, he sighed and stopped talking.

There are seven sects who have died, but some have quietly broken through and become masters of the seven worlds. The situation is changing and countless grievances. This is the real Changling.

......

Mo Shoucheng walked into the Tiger Wolf North Army Camp.

Huang Zhenwei respectfully followed him.

Some officials of the superintendent of the gods quietly dispersed, and withdrew from the huge iron spears and formed a blizzard that could not be entered in all six places.

In the center of the big camp, Liang Lian’s body did not converge and still lay in the dead place.

The snow and ice on his body has disappeared. In the hot summer, the snow and ice have turned into water and infiltrated into the land beneath him.

His body became dry, and the dark color broke into his body.

He doesn't look like a general who has just died, but a dead body that has been dead for many years and then pulled out of the mud.

Mo Shoucheng stood silent in front of Liang Lian’s body for a long time.

"After all, I am the one who beats Jiangshan for me."

He said this sentence, and took a large flag to cover the body of Lianglian.

"It’s nine dead silkworms."

Then he turned and nodded to Huang Zhenwei and said.

Huang Zhenwei’s eyes are extremely shocked. He knows that even if this old man is so sure, it means that the nine dead silkworms are not illusory, they are real existence, and they have grown to an astonishing level, even enough to kill Lianglian.

Mo Shoucheng nodded again and said: "It is a line of days to kill him... It is one of the strongest swords of the man, and you can cut a line of heaven before any powerful force."

Huang Zhenwei said that he could only listen.

Mo Shoucheng went on to say: "The killing of Liang Lian is not enough. You can use such a sword in the absence of seven things... The man of that year can only comprehend this sword meaning until the seven realms."

Huang Zhenwei is even more unable to speak. He can't believe that there is a stronger existence in this world than the talent of that year.

"Maybe that person passed away many years ago, but that singer has never been revealed."

"Maybe that person has already accepted the apprenticeship, even the Queen does not know, his affairs did not tell the Queen to know."

Moshoucheng is different from usual. He did not give Huang Zhenwei much time to think independently. Then he said: "The queen will go crazy."

Huang Zhenwei looked up.

He couldn't think about all the meanings contained in this sentence at this time, but it was just the words of the Queen, which seemed to make him feel the indifference.

"Nine dead silkworms and nine secluded king swords appeared at the same time, Bai Shanshui killed Xu Zengqin, Zhao Si led a Queen's sword, including nine dead silkworms entering and exiting through the underground Yin River, these are not isolated."

Mo Shoucheng looked directly at Huang Zhenwei and said slowly: "The only thing in the world that can confuse the empress of the emperor is that there are only nine dead silkworms. If you know who the descendants of these nine dead silkworms are, there will be no more chaos, but now these nine are dead. The transmission of the silkworm is always unknown, and it is far stronger than she imagined... I am worried about her, and I am worried about what she will do next."

Huang Zhenwei’s face began to pale.

He thought of many past events of the Yuanling Mausoleum in the first three years of the emperor's reign.

He finally began to really understand what his teacher was worried about.

"The Holy Land is already eight borders, the political people and the Daqin Dynasty have never been stronger, even if the nine dead silkworms have reached this point, even if the people of Bai Shanshui and Zhao Jian furnace are getting stronger and stronger, compared with the current Daqin Dynasty, it is still too weak. ""

Mo Shoucheng knew that he had understood it, but he went on to say it: "After the Lushan League, the other three dynasties threatened, and the Queen did not care. She would be colder and become more ruthless."

Huang Zhenwei’s breathing has become difficult. “Teacher, what should I do now?”

Mo Shoucheng looked at this beloved disciple, and there was a look of pity and affection in his eyes. He sighed and said: "Check, find out who is the nine dead silkworm..."

After a slight meal, he turned to look at the body of Liang Lian, who had been covered by the banner. Then he said, "Come here to kill him. There are always ways to go in and out. There are traces. Only find out who is really getting nine dead. The queen of the silkworm inherits, the queen will not go crazy."

Huang Zhenwei did not understand.

Isn't it a matter of God's supervision and supervision?

Why do my teachers have to check for themselves?

But after all, he was one of the most wise people in Changling, so he quickly understood the meaning of the old man. "Teacher, don't you trust God Supervisor and Supervisor?"

"In Changling, never trust anyone too much."

Mo Shoucheng smiled bitterly and said: "And I don't have much time."

Huang Zhenwei looked at his eyes that suddenly became dim and became dim, his heart tightened instantly, and he was shocked and called out, "teacher"

Mo Shoucheng waved his hand and whispered: "There is still up to three months."

Listening to this sentence, Huang Zhenwei was swayed by great pain. He could not believe that this was true. He could not believe that this old man who had been guarding the city for many years would really have to leave the city, but he But I know that this is extremely true.

"Because I don't have enough time, everything must be fast."

Mo Shoucheng said softly and incomparably: "Like a residual candle, someone will always find a way to use its final light to do something."

(There is a second more later, writing)