The Sword Dynasty

"It’s arrogant."

Xue forgot to drink like a smile.

"But it's also very discouraged."

Then he said with some emotion: "I remember that person said this."

Ding Ning's eyes flashed, thought about it and said: "I want to hear your evaluation of that person."

"It seems that you are young, but you have heard of the story of that person." Xue’s forgotten face was dignified. He looked at Ding Ning and said seriously: "When you were enthroned, some people asked how To evaluate the person, I replied, I can't judge the person because I am not qualified to evaluate the person. And I will not evaluate the person for anyone, because I know that my majesty is strong and strong, and my Majesty can make the Daqin dynasty More powerful, all the ancestral gates of Changling need a more powerful Daqin dynasty, and can settle down in the world."

"Until today, everything has become a story." Xue forgets slowly and said: "So I will not evaluate these old stories in front of you. Besides the above reasons, I don't want to be because of my emotions. And the thoughts affect you. After all, you have to go a long way in Changling, with some special emotions to go... this road will be more difficult to walk."

The voice outside the train is getting stronger.

Ding Ning opened the curtain and looked out. I saw more and more pedestrians on the road. Some of them were vendors pushing the car. Some of them were obviously borrowed from this temple fair to visit relatives and friends. They all changed. New clothes, and some people, obviously devout believers, carrying many offerings to tribute to the Buddha.

"I remember seeing in a book that the practice is divided into several realms. The first thing is to see the mountains and see the water, then see the heavens and the earth, see yourself, and then see the sentient beings."

Ding Ning looked at the pedestrians and whispered: "If you want to cultivate a high level, you must be able to see others, but not for others. Do you think this argument makes sense?"

Xue forgot a glimpse, his brows were deeply wrinkled, and after thinking about the time of more than ten years, he solemnly asked: "What book have you read?"

Ding Ning shook his head. "Forgot, it seems to be the story book of this album."

"It seems to make sense." Xue Biao's brow was still deep wrinkled, and he sighed for a moment, but he sighed. "It’s a pity that even if I heard this in the early years, I have not entered the seventh world. There may be some special feelings, but now, I don’t seem to have enough time to try to figure out whether it is true or not."

......

Along the official road, through a natural canyon, the wilderness in front of the carriage is sloppy, the river is gentle, and the farmland is scarce, but the courtyard is more and more.

"Professional instruments!"

With a low drink on the Dao card, it officially entered the boundary of Zhushan County.

"Changling people?"

Several sergeants who inspected by example were obviously stunned when they saw the passing documents of Ding Ning and Xue Forgetting. They saw the birth date of Xue Forgetting and the identity of the White Sheep Cave. shock.

As the first sergeant did not ask a word, he quickly released it.

However, I entered the county town of Zhushan County. I just found an inn with a room. A pot of hot tea has not been finished yet. A manager wearing a blue robes has appeared in front of them.

This middle-aged manager with a clean face looked at Xue Xunxu and Ding Ning, who were sitting in the corner of the inn lobby. He said with great respect: "The villain seals the floating hall and is the manager of the family. I don’t know Xue Dong’s main visit. Lost away."

I only accepted the routine investigation of the passages on the road outside the city. The people who sealed the family learned about their arrival so quickly, and responded so quickly that it is enough to prove the power of Fengjia in Zhushan County. Forgetting nothing but just not taking it for granted, he said: "I don't have a good relationship with you, why should I be polite."

"Xie Dong's identity is honorable, and the family is the landlord. Naturally, the landlord's friendship is to be done." The face of Fengfutang has not changed. He is very humble. "This inn is really ordinary. If Xuedong is not abandoning, villain." You can arrange a secluded home for Xue Dong."

Xue forgot to smile and said: "This is even more unnecessary. The inferior inn is much more comfortable than my little stone view."

Feng Futang is still humble: "I don't know why Xue Dong is in Zhushan County, if there is..."

Xue forgets to drink tea and directly interrupts his courteous words: "It doesn't have to be so troublesome. I just traveled with students and went to practice in the depths of Bashan. I happened to pass Zhushan County and left at noon tomorrow."

The sound of Fengfutang is more modest: "Tomorrow is the temple fair for the gods of the place, and it is very lively, and because we have been honored by the Queen of the House some time ago, we have given a deputy calligraphy and painting. Xue Dong is a scholar, I must know the Queen. His Royal Highness is not only a combination of painting and calligraphy, but also a great practitioner who is skilled in the path. Her pens imply a method of practice, and the magic of the heavens and the earth is wonderful. The paintings are so diverse that they can never be seen on weekdays. To worship God tomorrow, the calligraphy and painting will be invited to the newly built Fire Hall. I wonder if Xue Dong is interested in seeing it?"

Xue forgot to squint and looked at Fengfutang: "The level of speech in the closed affairs is very high... I have seen many of the management of the noble people in Changling, but there are few who can have such a standard."

Feng Fu Tang's face is slightly stiff, but the voice is still politely to the extreme: "Xue Dongzhu really loves."

"You can rest assured." Xue forgot to say plainly: "Where I can't understand that the Queen's Highness has a love for the family, but I am really anxious to hurry. I am afraid I can't participate in this event."

Feng Futang's eyebrows are slightly loose.

Xue forgets that he is waved with exhaustion and whispers: "I like to be quiet."

"The villain understands."

Feng Futang no longer speaks, and he retreats.

"It's really hypocritical." Looking at the disappearance of Feng Futang, Ding Ning, who listened carefully to the conversation, said softly.

Xue forgot to give him a look, "Do you say that I am still in charge?"

Ding Ning smiled, "It's almost the same."

Xue forgets the truth but he is serious. He frowns and has some worries: "The family is so guilty, I may have heard that I have reached the seventh place. You said that Feng Qianzhu will not be jealous, and directly put the fixed face beads into the night. melted?"

"I don't think so." Ding Ning looked at him and calmed down: "If this is the case, he wouldn't need to send such a manager to use the name of the Queen to suppress you. If one feels like moving out of the Queen's heart, The name is enough to scare you, he is not a jealous, it is just a threat."

Xue forgot to worry about it, and smiled coldly. "You said it is good. This is where the management is humility, and it is only a threat."

......

Fengfutang entered the carriage with the seal of the house, and looked at the secluded courtyards in the distance under the eager and respectful eyes of many pedestrians along the way.

Those courtyards occupy a large area, and they are all gray walls and black tiles. They are obviously the style of Changling buildings, and they are very different from the ordinary mud wall bamboo buildings in Zhushan County.

When the carriage stopped in front of the lacquer gate of a courtyard, Fengbutang got off the carriage.

Originally, this seemingly humble management, the figure at the moment is very tall and straight, and it has a blade of coldness, and the original generous face has become extremely cold.

Two servants opened the lacquer door, and the stone road behind the lacquer door was waiting for a young boy who looked like Ding Ning's age.

The boy is handsome, but with his hands on his back, he looks old and gloomy, like a young eagle who is about to rush.

"how is it?"

He took natural pride and sneer, and looked at Feng Futang.

Feng Futang squatted and said: "Xue forgot to say that he just passed by, but I can't see the truth, and the defense always has to guard against some."

"If he is really just passing by, I can naturally treat the family with courtesy, and look at his repairs, perhaps giving him some convenience."

The lonely and arrogant teenager sneered: "But if he wants to find my grandfather's trouble tomorrow, I will let him pay a heavier price."

After a slight meal, looking at the deep-followed Fengfutang, the teenager then asked: "Is Xue Yong not bringing a young boy named Ding Ning? How do you see it?"

Feng Futang said: "It’s only known today that Xue has forgotten about it. About the identity of this boy, it’s too late to get the exact news from Changling in a day or two. It’s just that it’s a spiritual practitioner, not a real thing. Judging from Xue’s ignorance, his appearance should be the outstanding student he expected to be, and most likely his close disciple.”

The teenager smiled and his eyes narrowed.

"In this case, if Xue forgets that tomorrow, it is best not to have any special thoughts, otherwise I will abolish his proud disciple."

His face is handsome and childish, but the more so, the words at this time are spoken in his mouth, but the more and more cold.

He is the only grandson who has sealed up and swayed.

Feng Qian has three sons, but the three sons are not very angry. They have a bunch of granddaughters. Only the younger son Feng Qingling gave birth to such a son.

It’s just a matter of arrogance.

Before half a year ago, he has officially stepped into the realm of the realm.

At his age, even in Changling, it has become very prominent.