The Sword Dynasty

In the morning light, when Hengshan Xuhou, like the meat mountain, walked into the medical hall where Ding Ning was located, many people in Changling were looking up at the corner building in Changling City.

This night, they really discovered the power of this old man. They discovered that this old man might even be the strongest practitioner of Changling under the Emperor Yuanwu.

Only when the vast majority of them looked at the turrets in the morning sun, their resentment in their eyes was far greater than awe.

Few people have access to the old man, so few people will be able to understand the heart of the old man.

Especially those who survived in the practice of the night, the rest of the novels, still surviving, only remember how many people the old man killed this night, how many of them The familiar people, even those who are respected by the heart, died in the hands of the old man.

"Teacher, I have no way to find clues about the nine dead silkworms."

In the morning light, Huang Zhenwei once again climbed the turret and climbed to the highest point of the turret. He looked at the wicker chair. After a night, he was old enough to describe the old man who could not be described by words. His eyes were full of pain. "I think now, Have you deliberately given me such a hope that I will not stay with you and will not stop you. The nine dead silkworms are too much to be considered, and how can someone like me can find out."

Listening to his words, Mo Shoucheng laughed, and then said softly: "Don't be arrogant, you are my student."

Even the cold generals who stood behind him knew that this sentence was the biggest compliment.

Because the entire Changling knew that Moshoucheng only received two students, one was the Yuanwu Emperor in the early years, and later Huang Zhenwei.

"It doesn't make any sense to doubt me or doubt yourself now."

Mo Shoucheng slowly looked up, and as he looked up, there seemed to be another crack in the sky, and a huge force fell to somewhere in Changling.

Huang Zhenwei smelled bloody.

The place where the sword of Moshoucheng fell is too far away. Even if the blood waves like last night are set off, it is difficult for Huang Zhenwei to smell the bloodyness there.

At this time, the **** suffocation came from the body of the ink, and it came from the wrinkles on his face.

In the wrinkles on the face of Mo Shoucheng, real blood flowed out.

His face was like a lot of swords, like the swords of the masters last night, and finally fell on him.

Huang Zhenwei looked at the picture in the morning light. He breathed like a fish that was about to die, but he couldn’t breathe and couldn’t say anything.

The light in the eyes of Mo Shoucheng fainted a few points, but the expression on his face did not change.

There was another strong breath that was released from his body, and the blood flowing from the wrinkles on his face flew out.

"No!"

Huang Zhenwei clearly sensed what he had, and he finally called out.

"This sword will eventually be completed."

Mo Shoucheng said this sentence, and he spit out a blood.

A blood splattered on his chest.

The sword in the sky is completely condensed and falls.

When the sword fell, his body lay softly on the wicker chair behind him. The wrinkles on his face went deep into the bones, and the remaining white hair on his head fell.

Like a candle, when it burns to the end, it becomes ashes.

......

In the last place where the sword was dropped, some officials of the martial arts were standing behind a squad of troops.

When the sword fell, a high wall in front of the army was suddenly cut off, and behind the crack in the high wall, a **** fog swayed.

The officials of these Zhengwu divisions are slightly loose.

At this time, a military order was passed to the officials.

"The Shushan Jianzong actually agreed? The wine shop boy also accepted it calmly?"

Among them, the official is a slightly loose face, but now it is both happy and shocked.

An official inexplicably sympathized with Ding Ning, who was called a wine shop boy by the people of Changling. He looked up and looked in the direction of the northwest.

At the end of the territory of the Daqin Dynasty, it was a wilderness that could not be seen at the end.

Even though Changling’s summer heat has not disappeared, it is now that the grass and trees have begun to turn white.

In the strong chill, the cavalry of the brigade screamed and screamed like a wind.

They hunted the beastly life in the wilderness, and even the seeds of some weeds were not let go.

This is harvested in the case of these Donghu people, and the vast grasslands have enough space for them to harvest and make them full of food and clothing.

However, for some of the army in Daqin, the battlefields of these Donghu people mean that they are sweeping.

There are not many practitioners in Donghu, but there are also many weapons similar to the ones that are enough to kill the practitioners. The most important thing is that the feeding and some chariots can't keep up with the Donghu people.

There are also reinforcements that are hard to reach.

At least in the past, Daqin’s army did not have the experience of playing with Donghu, and there was not much experience of victory.

At this time, these Zhengwu officials considered that since the mad hostess in the palace dared to make such a decision, it meant that Ding Ning would face a situation that would be more dangerous than most of the frontiers there. So no one thinks that Ding Ning brought some people to Donghu what is wrong.

......

Lushan Jianzong, the mountain fog is differential.

In the green temple used to repair the wound, Xie Changsheng launched a letter.

Just a rough sweep, his original happy face suddenly anger, then could not help but screamed: "Ding Ning, what do you mean! You let Nangong pick you to Donghu, but Don't let me go, you look down on me or when my sister is dead, I have an idea for Nangong Cai!"

His angry voice echoed in this green hall, and the honest Shushan Swordmaster, who had been living in the green temple, frowned, but in the next moment, he was embarrassed.

"Come on, I want to go out of the mountain swords!"

When Xie Changsheng shouted this sentence for the second time, the master of the mountain, wearing a jade-colored robes, has already appeared in his sight.

"Do you really want to go out of the mountain swords?" Even if he is sure that he has not misunderstood, the teacher of the Shushan Jianzong is still a bit worried.

"He won't let me go to the East, but can't I go?"

Xie Changsheng sneered out loudly. "Don't I still go?"

No one in Shushan Jianzong blocked Xie Changsheng, because Xie Changsheng himself is not a student of Shaoshan Jianzong, but everyone has been used to forgetting that he has been here.

......

The two or three days that Ding Ning wants are actually used to repair and still wait for some people.

He was in Changling, and he was originally an ordinary "wine shop boy", and there was nothing to prepare.

A fast horse appeared in his sight, and there was a young **** the horseback who was still a hero.

This girl is the Nangong pick that makes Xie Changsheng angry.

After the Songshan Sword Society, Nangong Cai and Ding Ning have not met each other. During this time, Ding Ning has already done several shocking events. Although it is short, it seems to have passed the years.

On the way to Nangong Cai, I was still trying to highlight the scenes of Ding Ning, but I don’t know why, when I really saw Ding Ning who was waiting for her, she first thought of the sword. In addition to the ancestor, Xue forgot to die.

Her nostrils are a bit sour, and some are inevitably proud of Ding Ning.

When she got off the horse, she resisted the tears and squeezed a smile. "Ding Ning, I am really proud of you."

“Just trying to do what I want to do.”

Ding Ning smiled and said: "It is a lot of people."

Nangong Cai Road: "After all, it is your choice."

"You didn't take long for the swordsman in Lushan, but it was a lot of old-fashioned." Ding Ning looked at Nangong Cai, but it was a smile, but then it quickly converges with a smile, whispered: "You know why I want you and me." Going to Donghu together?"

Nangong picks shook his head.

Ding Ning looked at her and said seriously: "Because I have asked about Hengshan Xu Hou, he also told me that your father will also be an important general who will lead the East Hubian army."

Nangong picks up.

Ding Ning went on to say: "I think maybe you have a relationship with me as a friend, and then the Queen will transfer him, so I think maybe you are with him, at least you will be more at ease."

Nangong Cai took a deep breath and nodded.

Then she smiled shallowly. "Being a soldier, fighting in the father's army, no matter what the outcome, I should thank you."

"I want to know the arrangement of Shaoshan Jianzong for other people." Ding Ning looked at her and asked.