The Sword Dynasty

In front of the Huode Temple, the nobles of Zhushan County have been present one after another, sitting on both sides of the table where the incense is prepared and the offerings are placed, but the front row of those positions on both sides is still empty.

As in previous years, these positions may only be reserved for the Feng Family Master and his children. Even in the opinion of the vast majority of people in Zhushan County, the Feng Family is prosperous and Zhushan County can continue to prosper.

Feng Qinghan was still very young. Although he was extremely famous in Zhushan County, he did not need to intervene in his chores, so after meeting with some nobles who came, he just stood still and waited.

The road is already extremely crowded, the crowd is like a tide, and it will only separate when the team carrying the stove god or the big jump god passes by, and then suddenly closes after passing.

It takes a lot of time for people in the distance to squeeze into this Huode Temple.

However, Feng Qinghan's eyes suddenly narrowed slightly, and there was a light murderous intention on his tender face.

He saw a white cloud sweeping at an alarming speed on the eaves in the distance.

Someone in the crowd in front of the Temple of Huo De also saw this vision, and a cry of exclamation continued.

In that white cloud, two figures can be seen vaguely, which is no different from the legendary sword fairy who is in the clouds.

Feng Futang took a deep breath. As the most effective steward of the Feng family, he was naturally heavier than Feng Qinghan, so at this moment he did not have the kind of expectation that Feng Qinghan had instead, and he was a little uneasy.

Xue Wangxu fell between the courts.

Among the nobles who have already been seated, there are naturally many practitioners, but they can all feel the breath of heaven and earth in the cloud.

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

So everyone was very trembling, no one dared to speak, and there was silence in the field.

This silence even spreads out, and even the crowd around the Huo De Temple is much quieter and no longer noisy.

Feng Qinghan naturally knew what kind of realm this old man with white hair and white beard had reached. However, he did not feel the slightest fear, but a colder smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

His eyes fell on Ding Ning behind Xue Wangxu.

Ding Ning stood behind Xue Wangxu, as always calm.

He sensitively felt Feng Qinghan's unwilling eyes. Although he didn't even know Feng Qinghan's identity at this moment, he had already vaguely guessed a certain possibility.

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

Feng Futang stepped forward and still politely saluted Xue Wangxu, saying: "How did Lord Xue Dong change his mind today and come to observe the ceremony?"

Xue Wangxu turned his head to look at Ding Ning, then looked at Feng Futang, and smiled indifferently: "Yesterday he said I was hypocritical, and today you and I should not be so hypocritical."

Feng Futang's face was slightly stiff, and he said softly: "Today, there is painting and calligraphy enshrined by Her Majesty the Queen. On this occasion... I am afraid it is not suitable?"

Xue Wangxu peacefully said: "Naturally, after looking at the painting and calligraphy of Her Majesty the Queen, she will help the people of Zhushan County.

Feng Futang took a deep breath and said nothing more. He just made a gesture of invitation and said, "In this case, please invite Master Xue Dong to take a seat."

Xue Wangxu said faintly: "It has been sitting for a long time, just stand."

Feng Futang remained silent and retired respectfully.

...

Since it was no longer hypocritical, no one would bother about Xue Wangxu and Ding Ning.

The nobles of Zhushan County, who had already been seated, looked at Xue Wangxu’s attitude towards Feng Futang, and vaguely guessed that Xue Wangxu and Ding Ning did not come to the show, but to seek revenge, and their eyes also flowed out. Sneering.

In their view, the Feng family is absolutely not afraid of things. What needs to be seen is how these two foreigners end.

After a round of cruising, the statue of the stove was first seated.

Then the team of jumping gods leaped harder around the statue of the stove, and various offerings were presented to the tribute table.

Almost at the moment when the tribute was placed, the surrounding crowd cheered, one side walked at the forefront, and the curtain was covered with splendid flowers, which looked luxurious and unusual, but there was no one sitting, but a jade plate was placed in the middle. There is a picture scroll with brocade noodles in the middle.

After this party, the group of people who followed the walk were all those of the Feng Family. One of them was plain Zen clothing, and the spotless Feng Qianzhuo was at the forefront.

The people on both sides of the road obviously respected Feng Qianzhuo to the extreme. Some even kneeled down the street and bowed to him.

Looking at this scene, Ding Ning's face remained calm to the extreme, like rocks in the tide.

Xue Wangxu couldn't help but shook his head, "It seems that he is really good to the Zheng people in this place."

Ding Ningru, Chang Sunqinxue's consistent cold tone said: "If he is really good, he should be killed with other teachers and brothers when the Bashan sword field is defeated by the army."

Xue Wangxu gave him a worried look and said, "It's not a good thing to know too much about the story."

Ding Ning said: "No matter the story or the present, some truths will never change. This is the reason why I like Brother Zhang Yi rather than Brother Su Qin."

Xue Wangxu stunned slightly, applauding: "It makes sense, even if Zhang Yi's kindness, mother-in-law and mother-in-law, but he really cares for the same... Sometimes it is difficult to talk about right or wrong, but first of all the basic integrity.

Feng Qianzhuo traveled to the incense case.

In this process, he did not even look at Xue Wangxu at all. In the cries of the respectful respect of the surrounding mountain people, he did not have a half-arrogant expression, and always maintained absolute humility, as if he was not in front of him. It is only dedicated to the queen’s picture scroll, but it is sitting in the queen.

He first started incense, and then began to speak, unlike the previous years, the focus of his speech today, naturally gathered in this picture of the Queen.

What is said is how generous the queen is and how to care for Zhushan County. Today, at the annual stove god temple fair, the queen also specially painted a picture with auspicious meaning to pray for all the people in Zhushan County.

Listening to such words, voices such as "His Royal Highness" and "His Royal Highness" continued to ring in your ears, and Ding Ning's calm face with her head down slowly raised a coldness.

He thought sarcastically in his heart, but to avoid Xue Wangxu's excessive worry, he did not speak directly.

If at that moment the most honorable woman in the Great Qin Empire was really so generous and really caring for Zheng people, why was Zheng Guo destroyed when countless Zheng people died during the hard work of diversion and migration She stood up and said something?

On the contrary, in those times, she acted colder than many Qin people, just because she didn't want people to associate her with Zheng people too much.

If this is a trace of confession and compensation for the coldness of the past, when she thinks of many other things in the past and thinks of those excessive coldness, will she also have a trace of confession?

...

The temple fair quickly entered its climax.

In the thunderous voice of the thousand-year-old queen of the Queen Huhu in Zhushan County, Feng Qianzhuo solemnly saluted the picture scroll, then took out the picture scroll, walked to the statue of the god of the stove, and untied the gold thread bound to the picture scroll.

All sounds quickly disappeared, and the scene quickly quieted down.

Everyone really wanted to see what was drawn in the picture book painted by the Queen Mother.

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

Feng Qianzhuo's hands were exceptionally stable, and the scroll slowly unfolded in his hands.

An incredible voice sounded.

Even many people in Zhushan County tremble with fear, and some people even cry out in fear.

Because Feng Qianzhuo's picture scroll unfolded at this time, there was even a blank, a strange white, revealing the coldness that is difficult to describe with words, people only think of the extremely bitter cold snow.

The queen's mother-in-law gave the painting, but there was nothing on the scroll, only a white and bitter cold. What does it mean?

Is there something wrong in Zhushan County, is the Queen Mother expressing a warning in this painting?

However, at this moment, most people's eyes widened involuntarily.

A majestic and majestic breath suddenly flowed from the blank bitter cold picture.

Only practitioners can feel it. There are suddenly many lines of heaven, earth and air flowing between the heaven and earth in front of this picture, which is the rune lines condensed by the consciousness of the mind.

Wisps of red rose from the blank scroll.

Bright red appeared 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, countless strands of real red fire appeared in the air in front of it, rising slowly, forming countless red flowers in the air.

These flowers warm the air around the entire Huode Temple.

"The bitter cold disappears, and the red plum blossoms in full bloom...this is the bitterness!

Someone in the crowd shouted such a voice.

All the people in Zhushan County's fears and wonders have completely disappeared. Looking at the flowers that have really condensed their fire, awe and gratitude remain in their eyes.

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

"The queen's state is higher than mine."

Feeling the sudden formation of invisible lines and the softness of heaven and earth in the air, Xue Wangxu said solemnly and respectfully: "I am afraid that the distance from the eighth realm is only the final breakthrough."

Ding Ning's face was pale, and it was reflected in some sickly red by the bright red flowers scattered like those scattered by the heavenly girls.

Until then, Feng Qianzhuo's gaze really fell on Xue Wangxu.

At this age, what else do you want to understand?

Do you want to breathe in today when you see such a picture?

He couldn't understand Xue Wangxu's thoughts and couldn't help shaking his head gently.