The Sword Dynasty

When the ruins in those turrets were launched, the courtyard where the gods were inspected by Chen’s head was already full of many superintendent officials who could not be seen on weekdays.

Before boarding the carriage, Chen Jian’s head issued a series of orders in an exceptionally simple and fast manner.

Most of these orders are directed at the Supervisor, including the assassination of some important figures of the Supervisor, as well as the rapid takeover of some institutions.

These orders contain meticulous plans and an extreme understanding of the Supervisor, especially the vast majority of orders that require Queens and two-phase instruments to execute.

However, none of the officials of the superintendent who stood in this courtyard felt unusual, because from the time when Yuan Wu was enthroned in the ++++ novel ten years ago, the greatest significance of the existence of the gods was actually one day eating out of prison. Tiansi.

The officials of the gods in these courtyards certainly contain many old people like the Moqing Palace. Old people only correspond to the years they have served as officials in the Superintendent of God, not that they are really old.

They saw the brilliance of excitement in the eyes of the new people who were surrounded by the gods.

Such an opportunity is indeed a good opportunity for these young officials, but at this time, for these elderly people, such excitement is pathological.

The battle between the Qin and Chu borders is in full swing. The death of the deer is not yet known. The supervisor is also a pillar for Changling. Now these young officials are not worried about the war, but they have already thought about the battle of the Qing Dynasty. What kind of benefits will come in the future.

However, even an old man like Mo Qinggong did not find the slightest abnormality of Chen Jian.

The night policy is still in Changling City. For Chen Jianshou, everything in his place is in Changling City.

However, he himself boarded the carriage and began to follow the will of the palace to the Lushan Jianzong.

The reason for accepting such an arrangement completely is that he is very clear that in the storm of Changling, only by keeping the snow as much as possible, it is possible to save the night and stay cold.

For the hostess in the palace, the bailey snow is more important than the night.

As long as the Bailixu snow is alive, many people cannot leave, and it is impossible to deal with the night.

"I hope you can live."

When the carriage began to gallop quickly, the closed-minded Chen Jianshou said slowly in his heart: "I hope that I can live too."

Living is only the minimum demand for ordinary people in Changling. They pursue better living, but for many people who have already reached the top, living has become the ultimate pursuit.

As long as they can live, the people they care about can live, the things that are so enjoyable, they don't care, even if they eat the most rudimentary food and wear the roughest clothes, they can be safe.

The galloping carriage in the gallops was uploaded with a tremor with a unique rhythm.

The person who drove the first car for Chen was a hoarse old servant. The communication between him and Chen Jianshou was struck by the real element that flowed through his fingers.

Someone tried to stop his carriage, and the only way to stop the road was for a low-ranking official.

In normal times, no such low-ranking official dared to stop his carriage, so Chen Jianshou reopened his eyes and let the carriage stop, trying to hear what the low-ranking official wanted to say to him.

"Chen Jin's words, courtesy of the ceremonies."

When the carriage stopped, a superintendent of the gods in the side lane had walked out and arrived at his carriage, whispering these two words.

Chen Jian’s first glimpse, waved his hand and let the superintendent of the gods leave, and then looked at the young official who was approaching.

Although he is a low-ranking official of Lishi, this is a practitioner from the Chen family of Liangjiang County, who is on the same clan genealogy, so he knows this young man.

The young official was somewhat cautious, but he walked to his carriage and took a ceremonial whisper. "Don't try to deal with Duanmu Hou, it's a trap."

Chen Jian’s eyes ignited a strange flame in the depths of his eyes. His brows were deeply wrinkled and asked: “Who asked you to say this to me?”

The young official went on to say: "Shen Xuan told me that he is not your enemy."

After saying this, the young official looked up, and then his mouth began to shed black blood, and then his eyes turned black, began to shed black tears.

Chen Jianshou knew that the young official had reached the final time in his life. His tone was always slow and his tone suddenly became urgent. "Why?"

"Not just because of Shen Xuan, but also because in a sense, adults are the future of our two rivers, you represent our Chen family, so you can't go wrong."

When he said this, the young official fell and died next to his carriage.

Chen Jianchu slowly lowered his head.

His movements were also very slow, slower like the slow-growing moss in the shadows.

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Lushan Jianzong, Bai Lisu snow walked toward the top of the ice seal along the white jade ice.

The more the top of the Shaoshan Jianzong is the colder, there is a wonderful rule of the spirit, the cold on the ice road far exceeds all the ice and snow in the world, and there is a strange rejection of the foreign water vapor, the water vapor in the air is frozen here. It became a hoarfrost, but it could not fall. It was pushed away by the coldness on this mountain road, and it was blown away by the mountain wind and floated again between the heavens and the earth.

It’s just that today’s chills on the snow are thicker than the ice. Every step has a white energy flowing from his body, falling on the ice track below his body, and then following the ancient The ice surface penetrates into the inside, until the inside reveals a sapphire color.

The mountain wind is like a knife, and it can't blow the robes of Bai Lisu snow. His hair is flowing under his own vitality, and he has a rhythm flying behind him. It naturally has a sacred taste.

He looked to Changling.

As many years ago, today's Changling is overcast.

It is different from the same year. Most of the dark clouds of Changling today come from the yin and dynasty of the turret, and the dark clouds and the turbulent world of the past are from the celestial beings who killed Wang Jingmeng.

Suddenly, his mouth was filled with a sardonic cold smile.

The world around Lushan’s Jianzong is still in the air, but he is very clear that the changes here will soon exceed the Changling at this moment.

There were countless people who wanted to kill Wang Jingmeng.

There are countless people coming to kill him.

He is very proud.

Because everyone in the world has not read him wrong, he knows his heart.

He is such a person who loves to be so distinct.

For Wang Mengmeng of that year, he had no forgiveness and no forgiveness, but he did obey his own minds no matter what he did.