The Sword Dynasty

There is a house in Changling, where the rain is raining.

All the doors and windows in this house are extraordinarily large, not because the owner particularly likes to breathe, but because the owner of this house is really huge.

Yokoyama, a hill-like figure sitting in front of a window, his eyes through the rain curtain, at this time looking towards the direction of Lushan.

Sitting next to his side of the tea case, sitting slowly drinking tea, it is Ding Ning.

"I didn't think that if the old house in the rainstorm was in disrepair, the house would be destroyed, and everything would come so fast. For example, I couldn't think of the fall of the Bashan sword field so fast." Hengshan Xu Hou had an indescribable feeling in his eyes.

There are many dynasties in history, but he has not experienced it personally, and the replacement of those dynasties is rarely so fast, so his mood is difficult to describe in words.

But Ding Ning can understand his feelings.

"Since all the same measures are not taken care of, I just want you to make the same choice as the year, let this thing end soon." Ding Ning calmly drank tea and said.

Xu Hou slowly turned his huge body, even though he only wore an ordinary cloth, it seemed to be a bit difficult: "Do you not hate the things of the year?"

Ding Ning did not answer Xu Hou’s question positively, but a faint smile. He said: “You should understand that I have never wanted to be an emperor, no matter what the time or now, and I have no interest in being an emperor. Especially in that year, I It’s just Changling, only the soldiers who were born and died in the Daqin dynasty. If you think that the ending can’t be changed, you can end up killing a lot of people faster, and your choice is understandable.”

Xu Hou was silent for a long time, and he said: "I can't represent them all."

Ding Ning shook his head and said: "You can."

Xu Hou is a bit stunned.

Ding Ning looked at him and said: "Because only you don't know, you are already the decision makers they have elected. Because in their opinion, you are the closest to Bashan sword field, so they feel that you can be a person to meet me. It will be easier to hide my hatred so that I can accept you better."

Xu Hou dropped his head.

His facial muscles twitched slightly.

He is a bit shy.

In the past few years, he has done anything for the Bashan sword field. At most, he secretly expressed some kindness to those who practiced sympathy for the Bashan sword field and dissatisfied with Zheng sleeves, and solved some troubles in those practice areas.

For example, although he had a cold fight with the night policy, but the dark but it kept the night cold.

Is this enough goodwill enough?

He bowed his head and went down a bit.

This is nodding.

Ding Ning also nodded, and turned to look at the rain curtain outside the window. "All this will end soon. A dynasty that has never been seen before will appear. Even if there is another storm of competition for power in the future, when After this dynasty was unified, at least whether it was Qin, whether it was the former Han Zhaowei or the current Chu Yanqi, people in these places would soon have no concept of dynasty. Only the world, not where you are People. This is the beginning of a new era."

"Goodwill is very important."

Ding Ning smiled. "Only if the world is justified, people who have goodwill to this world can get the goodwill of this world."

The carriage was walking in the heavy rain, and the rain column hammered the ceiling, making a dull sound.

In the empty streets, there are always galloping horses passing by.

When Ding Ning walked out from Xuhou, the incarnation of his carriage became the restricted area of ​​Changling, and there would be no one to manage it.

Just as Yuanwu was launched last year, the true dignitaries of Changling have quietly completed the team.

The turmoil of the hurricane and rain in Changling, this time the dignitaries have to do more simple.

They just need to do nothing.

Nothing needs to be done.

Most of the galloping horses that are passing by are the low-ranking officials of the divisions.

Most of these low-level officials rushed out of town for the purpose of one, and that was to pursue the disappearance of Zhao Gao.

The real world of the dignitaries only talks about the overall interests and the general trend. As for the people at the bottom, those who truly support the operation of the huge dynasty need some wonderful ideas for the future and some hopes for a better life. .

For the vast majority of ordinary people, their choices are based on more direct emotions.

Or, the dream of being manipulated, the emotion dominated by lies and thoughts instilled by others.

It is more troublesome to make these people make decisions, and they need to use some confusing means.

The former Yuan Wu was actually very good at this means.

In the year, in order to temporarily quell the strong rebound of the old power gate valve, and let the merchants do the ghosts, Yuan Wu used this method.

In one part of the Weihe River, the water surged and rushed out of a golden man.

The count of the Jin people’s counts is related to the merchants.

Then the business was destroyed, leaving only one orphan.

This method is very poor, but it is amazingly effective.

A lot of things have been passed down for a long time.

Carrying Ding Ning's carriage to the north of the city.

He has to solve the problem of ordinary people's choice, and at the same time solve the problem of the lonely mountain sword.

If the city of Changling must become the heart of the world and become a long-term and sturdy city, he will not leave any power that might easily destroy the city.

As the carriage progressed, the real elements in his body quietly spread between the heavens and the earth.

Trapped by his true element, many of the water flowing under the horse's wheel, but hidden and life-like, gathered into a thin bundle, and intensively penetrated into the gap of the Changling Stone Road, infiltrating into the ground below.

The carriage was quiet northbound, but the strength of the carriage of Ding Ning was more and more, like a spider, weaving a huge, and still woven constantly, the thread involved the city's coming The more places, the slower, like walking in most of the city.

Some of the forces in the depths of the earth began to be motivated.

Those forces that were originally balanced, with a little break, can trigger a catharsis of unimaginable power.

However, those forces were suppressed by this giant that Ding Ning dragged.

The record of the Lonely Mountain Sword is itself a means of stimulating this power.

Now, this devastating force is only slowing down.

The ground of Changling began to oscillate slowly.

All the buildings on the ground began to shake slightly.

The tables and chairs in all the houses began to shake, and the pots and pans in the window began to collide, giving a heart-rending sound.

Although the rain continued, everyone started to feel away from the house and began to feel fear.

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