The Sword Dynasty

There will not be a lot of seven practitioners in any palace.

There are too many such masters in the Seven Kingdoms, which is also a great threat to the safety of the emperors in the palace.

However, the seven regiments in the palace and the practitioners below the seven borders will not be too small. There are even many practitioners who practiced in the palace throughout their lives. It is clear that the realm of practice is extremely high, but the outside world does not know its existence.

With the experience of each generation, a certain number of practitioners are enough to resist the assassination of foreign enemies and delay enough time for the army to arrive.

In the palace built by the mountain in Donghu, according to the experience of various generations, a practitioner who practiced the ancestral temple called "Tszong" can get the best gift after the emperor in his life. Anything that Donghu can give is necessary, and the value of their existence is the safety of the guardian palace, which is the leader who assassinates the rebel army in Donghu.

The entire Donghu, no one can imagine, even a practitioner can uncover, directly from the main road of the palace has been directly into the palace, killed in front of the emperor, and then directly killed the emperor, and then left the palace.

"That is the ascetic from the mountain."

A monk wearing a dark purple robes and wearing a golden crown looked at the old man who had left with a wooden stick and was shocked to the point where it was difficult to add.

He arrived at the last moment, and even the vast majority of the practitioners in this palace could not feel c◇, knowing when he will arrive.

However, when he saw the wooden stick handed out by the old man, he knew that he could not stop the old man.

"He is the legendary teacher of my class."

At the time of the monk's voice, a ragged ascetic also came to his side, looking at the old man's back, slowly nodding, then he was serious and swayed, facing The old man, who was extremely respected, took a ritual and said: "When he went to Changling in the past, it was already difficult to cultivate as a realm. However, it was not so terrible. I thought he was hit hard and returned. Will be old in the mountain, but did not expect him to cultivate as a big move."

"Fa Wang!"

"The big sun wheel king."

"The king of Ananda Luo."

When the monk and the ascetic appeared one after another, many sounds of awe were heard in the palace, and most of them crouched on the ground to show piety.

When the king of Donghu died, the monk and the ascetic became the highest-ranking figure in the palace.

"Why is he doing this?" The monk wearing a golden crown looked at the disappearance of the old man, his lips trembled slightly.

"There is no need to understand why he did this. The only thing is that he did it." The ragged perseveror sighed. "He has not yet reached the top of the world. It is impossible to be an enemy of one person, but he can do it directly. This kind of thing is only because he has absolute confidence, and that there are countless practitioners who are willing to die for Donghu, but there are not many practitioners who are willing to die for Yelu."

The monk wearing the golden crown thought of stopping his own shot at the last moment, silent for a moment, then turned his head and looked at the ascetic seriously. "Ananda Luo, what do you think we should do?"

The ascetic did not hesitate: "He said that we have to make good relations with Uzbekistan, and we will make good relations with Uzbek."

The monk wearing a golden crown thought about it and said: "Yellow Wolf is a general in Uzbekistan, let him come back."

The ascetic nodded and said, "Okay."

The monk wearing a golden crown has a slightly loose face.

He looked at the corpses all over the mountain road, bloody, and filled with unbearable eyes, but he sighed at the same time, and more and more admire the old man in his heart, he admitted that in order to achieve such a purpose, such a direct means, Instead, the dead are the least.

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When the opinions of the monk and the ascetic were united, and when the burden of the old man disappeared, Ding Ning sat in the big account of the Queen Mother of the Ukrainian kingdom, watching the blossoming like a heavy lead. Wind and snow.

"If there is no accident, Donghu will soon form an alliance with Uzbek."

He said slowly to the old woman sitting on the thick blanket behind her. "The biggest thing that limits Ubs is the military food and the weapon."

The old woman smiled a little and said: "Mr. Mr. has found that he has been restricting rations in recent days."

"You don't need to save any more."

Ding Ning shook his head and said: "The diet is the morale and the confidence of victory. Especially after the death of many people in this war, and after a long migration, after the snow melt, the military grain and the weapon are not a problem."

"Mr. is Donghu?"

The old woman did not understand.

Even if the situation in Donghu can be thought of by the whole security, the Donghu military food itself is not rich enough. More importantly, Ding Ning also mentioned the symbol.

In addition to some iron and iron, Uzbekistan produces minerals that are rarely produced, and Donghu does the same. Even in the previous wars, some of the Qin army's symbols were obtained, and most of them were discarded on the way to the retreat.

With the war, it is naturally impossible to get enough weapons to equip the army. The normal means, in addition to the mineral deposits, must also have the manufacturing method of the symbol, and must also have practitioners and craftsmen who know how to make the symbols.

"So far in the winter, after the spring snow melts next year, Chu will open up the border trade with you and Donghu." Ding Ning looked at the old woman and said calmly.

The old woman fell into a shock that was difficult to describe with words.

She was even shocked to say something.

"Most of the rations will not come from Donghu, but will be shipped to Uzbekistan free of charge."

Ding Ning looked at her shocked and unspeakable, and then said: "Chu will provide some minerals for making symbols, as well as craftsmen."

The old woman finally condensed herself and meditated for a moment, saying: "It’s just that the time of Chu is not stable. It’s so big, I’m afraid that even Zhao Wei is difficult to control.”

Ding Ning shook his head again and said: "Chu will not pay unconditionally, and the money for providing these things will come from Qin."

The old woman stayed again and subconsciously said: "Bashan sword field?"

Ding Ning looked at her and said: "Not only the Bashan sword field."

The old woman was able to firmly control her power in her own hands. Naturally, she was not an ordinary person. She just took a deep breath and thoroughly understood it. "The old dignitaries."

Ding Ning did not speak again.

No denial means the default.

In the past, the old dignitaries of Changling were the real powers, and they possessed amazing wealth. Today, all the old dignitaries of Changling have already fallen. Even the strongest who has become a nightingale in the world is only seeing the light.工具

Only when those huge old power gates were dying, most of the wealth went, but it was still a puzzle.

Among all the old power gates, the most recognized wealth is the two, Lu Jia and Gong Sunjia.

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