The Sword Dynasty

In front of the Huide Hall, the noble people of Zhushan County have been present one after another, sitting on both sides of the desk where the fragrance and the offerings are prepared, but in the positions on both sides, the front row is still empty.

As in previous years, these positions may only be reserved for the family and his children. Even in the eyes of most people in Zhushan County, Zhushan County can continue to thrive.

Feng Qing’s age is still small. Although he is extremely famous in Zhushan County, he does not need him to intervene in a chores, so after meeting with some of the rushing nobles, he just waited quietly.

The roads are already very crowded, and the crowds are like tidal waves. They only separate when they are carrying the gods of the stove or the team that dances the gods. After that, they suddenly close together.

People in the distance want to squeeze into this fire hall, it takes a lot of time.

However, Feng Qing’s eyes suddenly picked up slightly, and a hint of murder was on his tender face.

He saw a white cloud rushing at an amazing speed on the eaves in the distance.

In the crowd in front of the Fire Hall, some people also saw this vision, and a loud exclamation sounded.

In the white cloud, there are two shadows that can be seen faintly, which is no different from the legendary swordsman.

Feng Futang took a deep breath and became the most effective manager of the family. He was naturally heavier than Feng Qing. So at this moment, he did not look forward to the mood of Feng Qing, but he was somewhat uneasy.

Xue forgets to fall in the field.

Among the nobles who have already sat down, there are naturally many practitioners, but they can all feel the breath of the heavens and the earth.

This kind of breath is the gap between heaven and earth compared with their cultivation.

So everyone is very trembled, no one dares to speak out, and there is silence in the field.

This silence even spreads out, even the crowds around the Fire Hall are much quieter and no longer noisy.

Feng Qingyu naturally knows what kind of realm the white-haired white-haired old man has reached. However, he does not feel the slightest fear, but the corner of his mouth has a more cold smile.

His gaze fell on Ding Ning, who was behind Xue.

Ding Ning stood behind Xue's forgotten, as always, calm.

He was sensitive to the feeling that Feng Qing did not contain good intentions. Although he did not know the identity of the Qing dynasty at the moment, he had already vaguely guessed a possibility.

He didn't even look back at Feng Qing, but he shook his head unconsciously.

Before the seal of the floating hall, he was still respectful and obsessed with Xue. He said: "How did Xue Dong change his mind today and come to see the ceremony?"

Xue Forgot turned his head and looked at Ding Ning, and looked at Feng Futang. He smiled lightly: "He said that I was hypocritical yesterday. I will not be so hypocritical in today."

Feng Futang’s face was slightly stiff and whispered: “There are paintings and paintings by His Royal Highness today. On this occasion... I’m afraid it’s not suitable?”

Xue Forgets Peace and Peace: "Nature is watching the paintings and paintings of His Royal Highness, and then helping people in Zhushan County."

Feng Futang took a deep breath and no longer said anything. He just made a gesture of asking, saying: "If this is the case, please ask Xue Dong."

Xue forgot to faintly said: "It has been sitting for a long time, standing is good."

Feng Futang is silent and respectfully retreats.

......

Since it is no longer hypocritical, no one will pay attention to Xue Forgetting and Ding Ning.

The people in Zhushan County, who have already sat down, look at Xue’s attitude towards the Fengfutang, and they also vaguely guess that Xue Forget and Ding Ning are not coming to join, but to seek revenge, and their eyes are also flowing out. Cold ridicule.

In their view, the family is absolutely not afraid of things. What you need to see is how the two foreigners will end up.

The image of the stove that cruised around was first seated.

Then the team that danced the Great God jumped around the stove statue more vigorously, and all kinds of offerings were served on the tribute table.

Almost at the moment when the tribute was placed, the crowds outside cheered, and one of them sneaked in the front, and the enamel was covered with brilliance. It looked unusual and expensive, but it was not sitting, but a jade version was placed in the middle. There is a scroll of brocade in the middle.

After this, a group of people who followed the walk were all people who sealed their homes. One of them was a plain-colored meditation, and the spotless turbidity was at the forefront.

The people on both sides of the road apparently respected the extremes of Feng Qian, and even some people did not walk along the street and bowed to him.

Looking at such a scene, Ding Ning's face is still calm to the extreme, such as the rocks in the waves.

Xue forgets that he can't help but shake his head. "It seems that he is really good for Zheng people in this place."

Ding Ningru’s long-term Sun Xiaoxue’s cold tone said: “If you are really good, when the Bashan swordfield is broken by the army, he should be killed with other brothers and brothers.”

Xue Forgot to look at him with some worries and said: "The story knows too much, it is not a good thing."

Ding Ning said: "No matter whether it is a story or a present, some truths will not change. This is the reason why I like Zhang Yi and not like Su Qin."

Xue forgot the slightest glimpse, applauded: "It makes sense, even if the daughter of Zhang Yi, the mother-in-law, but he does care for the same door... Sometimes it is difficult to talk about right or wrong, but first of all, the basic integrity."

Sealed thousands of turbid lines to the incense case.

In this process, he didn't even look at Xue forgiveness at all. In the cry of the incomparable respect of the surrounding mountain people, he did not have a semi-arrogant look and always maintained absolute humility, as if he was not on the truss in front of him. Just enshrining the Queen's picture, but sitting on the Queen himself.

He first began to scent and then began to speak. Unlike in previous years, the focus of his speech today was naturally gathered on the picture of the Queen.

The nature is how the Queen is generous, how to care for Zhushan County, today's annual stove temple meeting, the Queen also deliberately hand-painted a picture of auspicious auspicious, pray for all the people in Zhushan County.

Listening to such words, the voice of "Her Royal Highness" and "Her Royal Highness" kept ringing in the ear, and Ding Ning's calm face, which was lowered his head, slowly floated a layer of coldness.

He thought coldly in his heart, but in order to avoid too much worry about Xue forget, he did not directly say it.

If at this moment the most noble woman of the Daqin Empire is really generous, it is really so caring for Zheng people. Why was Zheng Guo destroyed when countless Zheng people died while practicing hardships and migration? She stood up and said something?

On the contrary, in those times, she was even more ruthless than many Qin people, just because she did not want to make her and Zheng people too much.

If this is a confession and compensation for the coldness of the past, when she thinks of many other things in the past, she will have a hint of remorse when she thinks about the excessive coldness.

......

The temple fair quickly entered the climax.

In the sound of Thunder in the Chitose, the Queen of the Emperor of the Mountain in Zhushan County, Feng Qian was so solemn and solemn that he bowed to the scroll of the scroll, then took out the scroll and went to the front of the **** of the kitchen to untie the gold thread bound on the scroll.

All the sounds quickly disappeared and the field quickly quieted down.

Everyone wants to see what the paintings are in the picture of the Queen Empress.

Ding Ning also wanted to know, so he took a deep breath and slowly raised his head.

The hands that were turbid and turbid were extremely stable, and the scroll slowly unfolded in his hands.

An incredible sound sounded.

Even many people in Zhushan County were trembling with fear, and some even cried out in fear.

Because the scrolls that were unfolded at this time were blank, a strange white, revealing the coldness that is difficult to describe in words, people only think of the snow that is extremely bitter.

The Queen Empress gave the painting, but the painting was empty, and there was only one snow and bitterness. What does this mean?

Is there any wrong place in Zhushan County, what is the meaning of the warning expressed by the Queen Empress in this painting?

However, at this moment, the eyes of most people are involuntarily enlarged.

A majestic and majestic atmosphere suddenly popped out of the blank bitter picture.

Only practitioners can feel it. There is a lot of lines in the heavens and the earth in front of this picture, which is the line of condensation of the gods.

A red color is drawn from the blank scroll.

There was a bright red color in the bitter cold snow, and then everyone saw that it was a warm and open red plum.

At the moment when this red plum appeared completely on the scroll, there were countless real red angers in the air in front, which slowly rose and formed countless red flowers in the air.

These flowers warmed the air around the entire Fire Hall.

"The bitter cold is gone, the red plum is blooming... This is the hard work!"

Someone shouted such a voice in the crowd.

The fears and suspicions of all the people in Zhushan County disappeared completely. Looking at the flowers that were really condensed, they had awe and gratitude in their eyes.

Such a sight, such a majesty, for them, is a real miracle.

"The Queen's realm is higher than mine."

Feeling the sudden formation of the invisible line and the soft world of the air, Xue forgets the dignified and respectful whispered: "I am afraid that the distance from the eighth world is only the final breach."

Ding Ning's face was white, and the bright red flowers that were scattered by those goddesses reflected some sick red.

Until then, the gaze of the turbidity of the wind really fell on Xue forget.

When I am at this age, what else do I want to understand?

Do you want to see such a picture, but also think about keeping your breath today?

He couldn't understand the idea of ​​Xue forgetting, and couldn't help but shake his head gently.