The Sword Dynasty

When Zhao Xiangyu left, he said to Fuling Jun, "My life is your life. If I die, can you live in Dachu? If you don't understand, you will think about it." Point. Please search for the most complete! The fastest update"

Separated from the other end of the mountains and rivers, Ding Ning slowly put down the filed mountains in front of the camp, and slowly shook his head.

The beginning of the Lushan Swords Club is the real contest between him and Zheng Shou.

She is clear, he is dark, so he won invisibly in front of him.

However, no matter what happened in Changling, no matter how many people died around her, everything seems to be proceeding in an orderly manner with her will.

There is no doubt that she is much stronger and more terrible than before.

She is playing a game of chess.

He is also playing a game of chess.

"This world, later, has become a game between me and you?"

Ding Ning looked at the snow outside the account and smiled slightly.

The wind came to the north, blowing the snow between the heavens and the earth and flying south.

Some snow is heavy and falls directly on the wasteland.

Some of the snow is light, and it is carried in the cold current, turning into a cloud and flying over the Yinshan.

When a tiny cloud smiled, Ding Ning slowly drifted past Uzbek’s tens of thousands of camps, fell a lot of heavy snow, and then continued to move south.

As time goes by, when this cloud is far away from the Uzbek wilderness and floats behind the Yinshan Mountain, Changling has already replaced the old age to welcome the New Year.

A courtyard that is too cold.

Listening to the cracking sound of the burning bamboo in Changling's far and near streets, Shen Xuan put a piece of dried persimmon into his lips and slowly chewed it up.

The persimmon is the same as the "things", and the persimmons are originally red and red, and in the Changling, the persimmons in the New Year are not only the sweet food to be used for tea drinking, but also the meaning of everything.

Persimmon persimmon, everything goes well, it’s just a matter of the world, can you do everything?

......

A mountain, located on the banks of the river.

Below the half-mountain is white fog, but above the mountain is clear, making the mountain float on the water, floating on the fog.

This mountain is not far from Changling, except that in addition to the few geniuses deliberately chosen by this mountain gate, the rest of Changling cannot get through in life.

This mountain is where the spiritual sword is.

As far as the world is concerned, Lushan Jianzong and Lingxu Jianmen are the two strongest practices in the world.

However, compared with the Shaoshan Jianzong, the Lingxu Jianmen is more mysterious.

A handful of men carrying a paper bag of dried persimmons slowly climbed up the mountain along the stone path in the mountains.

The mountains are quiet, but there are occasional disciples of swordsmen beside the mountain. Suddenly, this kind of calmness is seen. It is like a man who walks in the Changling Street alley and visits friends in the New Year.

They have never seen this man.

However, the man who dissipated the man was not surprised at all, but he was extremely aggressive and bowed to them, and then went up.

On the side of the Weihe River, there is a rock like a natural reclining Buddha.

There is a stone sarcophagus below.

On the walls and roofs of the stone sarcophagus, there are dense mosses, and some mosses even grow strange golden flowers.

The furnishings in the stone sarcophagus are extremely streamlined, yet there is an exquisite tea table and everything is available.

Far from hearing the footsteps of this man, a purple shirt man in Shijie started to drink tea.

This purple shirt man has a normal face and an ordinary body. However, his skin is shimmering with some transparent luster. It seems that the whole person is breathing out and disillusioned in the air.

"Brother."

Looking at the man who came in, the purple-shirted man first bowed to the ceremony and respectfully called it. However, the glimmer of joy between the eyebrows quickly turned into a little chill. He looked at the man’s hand. That bag of dried persimmon, said: "What do you mean by your brother?"

"It’s only a year to see one side, naturally it’s a congratulation.” The man who looked at him said.

The purple shirt man's brow wrinkled, said: "But brothers should understand that I don't like to eat persimmons, or even like persimmons."

The man who has distributed has sat down opposite him and said gently: "Why?"

The face of the purple shirt man was a bit ugly, and said: "The brother knows why."

"Nature is because of Ming’s younger brother."

Dissembling the man's anti-customer, starting the tea, slowly said: "In the past, Changling's chaos, Wang Jingmeng went into Changling, Ming brother wants to help him, but you don't want him to go."

The man in the purple shirt took a deep breath and looked up at the man who was emitting it. The brow wrinkled even tighter.

The man who did not evade his gaze, but then slowly said: "You don't want to go to the teacher. First, because you think that the younger brother is going to help him, it will not help, and he will die. Second, because you and Wang Jingmeng have a hatred. So you have poisoned Mingshi's brother... You just got rid of the heart, just want to let the younger brother fight weakly and give up, but you didn't think that Mingshi knew that he was poisoned, or went. The younger brother is the favorite. Persimmon, your poison in the same year is also in the persimmon. You want to know that the younger brother is alive, but it is against the death of the younger brother. So you are guilty in your heart, do not like food, do not like persimmon."

"It's not that you don't like food, you don't like it, you just can't eat it, you can't see it." The purple shirt man draped his head and said: "The brothers are very generous. After so many years, I mentioned the old things. What happened?"

"In the old days, you didn't let the younger brother go, but I don't want to let the younger brother go to death, but the people who use the sword in my generation only want to be happy, why are they afraid of life and death, friends are difficult to go, big unrighteous. If not you and Wang Jingmeng has a hatred, I must know that the younger brother is going to go, you will not use this method to block."

The man who dismissed the man looked at him seriously and said: "But if you and Wang Jing's dreams are not there, then what?"

"What?" The purple man suddenly heard the meaning of the man's words, suddenly looked up and whispered.

"You always think that your uncle is killed by Wang Jingmeng, but if it is not what he killed, but what other people killed?" said the man.

The purple man’s body is slightly stiff and his eyes are incredibly bright.

"I knew this thing in the past, but when the Ming dynasty died, I was practicing in the East China Sea. When I returned to Changling, Wang Jingmeng was dead and the Bashan sword field was no longer there. This has become an old thing. It’s useless.” After the meal, the man who dissipated went on to say, “Not to mention, as I said, I don’t think you can believe it.”

The purple man's body is inexplicably chilly, the wind blows the golden yellow flowers on the moss outside the stone, and then the light shining outside into the stone is shaken.

"Your uncle has the kindness to raise you, and teaches you to practice, but it is not Wang Jingmeng who killed him, nor is it the meaning of Wang Jingmeng. It is Bai Qi who killed him, just like the Li family. This is the meaning of Zheng Shou and Yuan Wu, but it is finally put on him." The man who sprinkled the man just calmly said it.

The purple man’s breathing was a little difficult. He looked at the man who was distributing it and said slowly: “I really can’t believe my brother completely, because I believe that the brother is a man, but the brothers and you are the master of the last foil. I walked too close. Other people don't know, but I know that if the brothers were also in the mountain gates, they would go to Changling together with Ming Shidi."

"Of, of course, I can't convince you. But not only me." The man who looked at him said: "Ji Qingqing is now out of the mountain. If she also said this to you, what should you do?"

"Chen Guo's son, Ji Qingqing?" The purple man raised his head very slowly and smiled.

In the next moment, he took a sip of tea and then asked: "If this is the case... The brothers seriously mentioned the old things today, why did they change?"

"This is just a private vengeance. I think the brothers will not want me to try to be the master of the sorcerer's sword. I am so revenge for so many people's lives and deaths." After the pause, he looked at the man who dissipated and said.

"Zheng Shou wants to make An Baoshi the sovereign."

The man was sent out: "They have arranged for the bouldering into the Valley of the Sword."

"So this is three to three?"

The purple man thought about distributing the men who said them. The other three people who were swaying in the sword, and thinking about the woman who was waiting for the face of the mountain, sighed and stood up.

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