The Sword Dynasty

Several black umbrellas carefully escorted the woman in a white dress. She took dozens of steps and got on a carriage waiting there.

The teenager who came out of the collapsed sesame oil shop looked at the woman in white skirt without squinting. Until the woman in white skirt lifted the curtain to sit in, he said with exclamation: "It's beautiful."

The black swordsman, who was sitting not far in front of him, also recovered. He thought of the meaning of the short three-word character in the white dress girl, a huge joy and a sense of numbness, First flood his body.

"Pretty?"

Then he began to chew the words of the boy behind him.The beauty of Ye Sishou is unquestionable, but the giant of the country like her, such a practitioner who only looks up, only uses "pretty" to describe her appearance, it seems to be a blasphemy.

The horseshoe sounded, and the carriage carrying the female head of the Daqin dynasty instantly penetrated into the smoke and rain and disappeared.

The vast majority of black swordsmen disappeared in this street quickly and silently as they did when they arrived.

The streets and lanes that were blurred in the rain were finally awakened completely. More and more people walked out of the house to see what happened at the end, but in a few breaths, the sound of countless gold and iron knocking on the ground covered the rain and thunder.

In an instant, the influx of chariots formed an iron wall, blocking their sight.

"Your name is Ding Ning, it's from Wutong Luojiu? Why did you come here to get the sesame oil?"

Under a temporary, sheltered canopy, a middle-aged, slightly fat official with a bare head, handed a dry cloth to the teenager who was almost wet, and asked.

The official looked very kind, because he was in a hurry, and even a bit of oil appeared on his forehead, which made people feel more mediocre, but most officials and sergeants in the surroundings deliberately kept a certain level with him The distance, because the slightly insightful Changling people all know that he is Mo Qing Palace.

Shendujian is one of the most experienced "evil dogs".

"Evil dog" is definitely not a commendable title, but it implies a lot of meaning. In addition to being fierce and sensitive to smell, it often means that there are enough claws and strong enough backers behind.For this kind of "bad dog" that is very difficult to tangle and can't reach with a stick, the best way is to respect it.

At that moment, he had just arrived and his breath was not calm, but he already had dozens of case files, and one of them had recorded in detail the identity of the doubtful teenager in front of him.

The teenager named Ding Ning didn't realize the horror of a fat middle-aged official who seemed to speak well. He wiped the mud on his face with the dry cloth handed to him by Mo Qinggong, and looked at it with curious eyes. The Mori Cold Chariot with the tiger head pattern and the wolf pattern on the hilt of the blue armor swordsman on the chariot did not immediately answer the question of Mo Qinggong, but instead asked: "Is this our Daqin Tiger Wolf Army?" ?"

Mo Qinggong wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead and replied: "It is."

"Who is living in that small courtyard?" After rubbing the dust and mud from his face, Ding Ning, who was more beautiful and aura, said seriously: "Is it necessary to make teachers so active?"

Mo Qinggong found Ding Ning more and more interesting. The calm breath on the other side made him inexplicably infected and calmed down a little, and his eyes gradually showed some splendor.

"Have you heard of Jian Furnace?" He asked, irritated, with Yan Yuese.

"Zhao Guojian Furnace?" Ding Ning was fascinated.

"Exactly." Mo Qinggong looked at him kindly and said patiently: "The self-Great Qin Dynasty and Zhao Guo's expedition began. The world's talents understand that Zhao Guo's strongest practice is not the Qingyang sword tower, but the seemingly Ordinary iron-smithing shop. The eight true disciples of Jianlu are all sword-slaughter cities. Zhao Guo has been wiped out by me for 13 years, but those sword furnace remnants are still the thorns of my great Qin Dynasty. If you don’t pull it out one day, you won’t feel at ease in one day. Today, it’s Zhao Chan, the seventh student of the sword furnace.

"No wonder..." Ding Ning looked through the chasm of the chariot that had disappeared. Many practitioners were carefully examining every small corner of the courtyard, and said thoughtfully.

Mo Qinggong smiled slightly: "Now you want to understand why I asked you these trivial questions at first?"

Ding Ning nodded conscientiously. "The enemy pirates like this are lurking here. Of course, all the people nearby should be investigated. Especially if I don't live here, I should ask."

Mo Qinggong nodded in appreciation: "Can you answer my previous question now?"

Ding Ning smiled and said, "In fact, the sesame oil shop on our side has not been in business for two days, so I can only come here, I did not expect to be held here by a heavy rain, nor did I expect to encounter such a situation. thing."

Mo Qinggong was silent for a moment, and then grabbed an umbrella from his side and handed it to Ding Ning. "In this case, you can leave."

Ding Ning was a little surprised and asked with clear eyes: "It's that simple?"

"Still unwilling to go? Don't ask for trouble!" Mo Qinggong snorted in amusement and laughter, waved his hand, and motioned the teenager to leave soon.

"Then your umbrella?"

"If I don't come to get it, I'll give it to you."

...

Looking at Ding Ning's back, Mo Qinggong's expression gradually became cold, and he pondered for a moment. He sipped out of the canopy behind him: "Zhao Qin Huai Shu come!"

The skinny young man in a green shirt and plain clothes walked into this temporary canopy shortly after his applause.

Mo Qinggong raised his head slightly and looked at the young man who was walking in front of him. His fingers tapped lightly on the file unfolded in front of him. After striking for more than ten minutes in a row, he asked slowly: " Wu Tongluo, a young man named Ding Ning, you made this spare paper, do you have an impression?"

The skinny young man stood respectfully with his head down, not humble and overbearing: "Yes."

Mo Qinggong gave him a cold look and said in a deep voice: "According to this backup volume, the background of his and his aunt who opened the wine shop can be said to be extremely clean, but the key lies in why you did it Such a backup volume?"

The skinny young man seemed to have expected that he would ask such a question, and he responded without dullness: "This teenager is indeed our Qin people, and the origins of previous generations are also very clear. The reason why his subordinates did this survey The file is because Fanghou House had contact with him, and Fanghou House specially invited Fang Xiumu to visit him."

Mo Qinggong was startled: "Fanghou Mansion?"

The skinny young man nodded: "This young boy was caressed by his aunt after his parents died of illness, and his aunt has a wine shop in Wutong. Although the shop is very small, it is very famous. When I went to this wine shop to buy wine, it was probably because I felt that there was some potential in it, so I specially invited Fang Xiumu to see it in person."

Mo Qinggong frowned slightly, his fingers knocked on the file again unconsciously.

"Later?" he asked for a moment.

The skinny young man replied seriously: "After Fang Xiu was seen, Fanghou Mansion never contacted this son again. The subordinates inferred that Fang Xiufu felt that he was not enough to become a practitioner. Furthermore, this son's status was low. There is no doubt about his background, so his subordinates just did a backup file and sealed it as usual, and did not spend much effort to investigate."

For the first time Mo Qinggong's eyes showed a commendable expression, "You did a good job."

The expression of the skinny young man remained unchanged, calmly saying: "The subordinates only do their part."

After thinking for a while, Mo Qinggong asked, "Will the wine from the small wine shop in the place like Wutong Luo can get into the eyes of Fanghou Mansion?"

The skinny young man shook his head, "His wine shop is famous only because his aunt is so beautiful."

Mo Qinggong was completely stunned.

The skinny young man still didn't look up, but there was a trace of imperceptible smile on the corner of his mouth. I thought that if you really saw the woman, I would be even more shocked.

Mo Qinggong laughed self-deprecatingly, and suddenly looked at the thin young man seriously, and said softly: "This time the Spiritual Defence Sword Gate opens the mountain gate, I put you on the recommendation list."

"grown ups!"

Before, this skinny young man always maintained a polite and calm posture, but this whisper of Mo Qinggong made him tremble like a thunder, and he exclaimed uncontrollably.

Mo Qinggong's expression didn't change much. He patted the shoulder of this emotional young man, and said slowly: "Before you go to the Spiritual Xujian Gate to practice, help me one last time, help me Check the origins of him and those around him again, and help me find out what the Fang Xiuju has said about him."

...

All the streets and lanes in Changling, like what Zhao Zhan said, are straight and straight, horizontal and vertical, and even the towers are evenly distributed throughout the city.

At the moment, on the corner tower closest to the rain canopy of Mo Qing Palace, behind the curtain of the curtain, a wisteria chair is placed. On the chair sits an old man in ordinary plain cloth, with sparse white hair. The ginseng must hang on the shoulder.

Behind the old man is a long, young man in a yellow cloth.

The young man has a gentle face and a quiet and gentle look. It is a type that is easy to feel good at first sight. At this time, his hands fall on the back of the wisteria chair, and it looks humble and close.

"What are you thinking about?"

The old man withdrew his gaze to the distance, smiled slightly, and said voluntarily.

The young man in the yellow shirt moved slightly to the side of the old man and said with respect: "Master, since the head of the night can kill Zhao Zhe alone, it means that she has at least crossed the threshold of the seven realms, but I don't Understand, Changling at this moment... In addition to Ye Sishou, someone can kill Zhao Zhan alone. Why does your majesty have to come back from Ye Sishou who is practicing overseas?"

The old man smiled slightly, stretched out his dead fingers, and pointed to the front of the rain curtain outside the corner tower: "What did you see?"

The young man in the yellow shirt looked hard, like a waterfall and a heavy rain, but only saw straight streets. He replied a little apologetically: "The disciples are blunt, Master Wang is pointing."

"You look too close, you only see the streets in front of you, but you can't see the boundary of Changling." The old man narrowed his eyes slightly and said slowly: "But you should know that this city is the only one in the world. The capital city of the outer city wall. The reason why the city wall is not needed is because the sword of each of us Qin people is the city wall."

The young man in the yellow shirt gradually looked down, silent.

"Your Majesty, or Li Xiang, looks farther than you."

The old man kindly glanced at the young man in yellow shirt, but said with some sarcasm, "Zhao Ye Si comes back, there are at least two layers of intentions. One layer is in Changling, although there is no shortage of people who can kill Zhao Zhe independently. The strong one, but one more gush, always one point more power. Although the former Ye Sishou already had a great prestige, most people suspected that she had not even entered the seventh realm. Today, Ye Sishou's sword assassinated Zhao Slashing will be the loudest thunder in Qiuli, and my invisible city wall in Changling is thicker. Another layer of intention is that Ye Sishou has been practicing overseas for several years, including me and others. Doubts and doubts about whether or not Majesty Ye Shi could not be trusted by His Majesty is equivalent to being exiled. Now that Ni Shi Shi has suddenly returned to sin, this only shows that His Majesty and Ye Si Shi have always been in close contact. "

"Li Xiang did look farther than me." The young man in yellow shirt sighed softly.

When he uttered the word "Li Xiang", his expression was both admiration and self-esteem.

Li Xiang is a distinguished title.

The Great Qin Dynasty had two prime ministers, one surnamed Yan and one surnamed Li.

The two prime ministers have different ages, appearances, preferences, and strengths, but they are equally mysterious and powerful.

Their mystery and power lies in the fact that most places in the city of Changling are shrouded in their shadows. It is because everyone is sure that they are powerful practitioners, but no one has seen their shots. Several people are eligible to see their true face.

Really powerful... lies in the fact that many people in this world who are already very strong and fearful are only their loyal subordinates.

People who are too strong often have no friends.

Therefore, in Changling, whenever mentioning Yan Xiang or Li Xiang, the corresponding emotions are often awe, fear, resentment, but there is very little real admiration in the eyes of this young man in yellow shirt.

"Master Zun's view should be good. Your Majesty practiced mainly during this period of time. This kind of thing should be Li Xiang's master...It's just that the Lushan Huimeng is about to come. At this time, the night should be returned, and he should have more ideas." After a sigh, the young man in the yellow shirt thought for a moment and continued.

The old man laughed with satisfaction.

In his view, his closed disciple is not particularly talented, but his temperament is as straight and open as the road of Changling.

There is no natural hostility towards anyone, and watching people is a serious study of each other's strengths.

Such a person, in such a turbulent great Qin Dynasty, will live long and go far.

There is no problem seeing things far enough for now, as long as you can go far enough, you will see more things than others.

...

The rare torrential rain can not see the meaning of stopping for a while. A thin layer of water has accumulated in the street of the entire Changling.

Ding Ning, whose face has been wiped clean, but his clothes are still smudged, is walking towards the streets where many plane trees are planted.