The Sword Dynasty
327 Awakening
What is truly merciless is time.
The sun shone across the Changling Tomb, plating every dilapidated courtyard with a layer of gold.
The vast majority of the people in Changling began to hear that the shock last night came from the great rebellious hand to the man who had sang a song in the Changling City, from panic in the middle of the night to slowly calming. At this time, the news of Minshan Jianhui It also began to spread throughout the Changling City.
Countless incredible exclamations and admirations sounded at different moments in different corners of Changling.
On this day, the probability of the name "Ding Ning" ringing in the Changling City far exceeded that of "Bai Shanshui". This ordinary boy who was still in Wutong last year miraculously became the first name of Minshan Sword Club, which is really legendary. , Especially his background, even more exciting people in the streets of Changling.
The former secluded sycamore falls were overcrowded, and countless carts and horses were clogged with the main road outside. Many people rushed to see how this poor alley is different from other streets and alleys. How could such a monster be raised.
Prior to this, the entire Changling, the entire Great Qin Dynasty only had two real monsters, Jinglili and Anbaoshi, but now the entire Changling, soon the entire Great Qin Dynasty, the whole world knows that there is one more Ding Ning.
Noisy in the streets, but still locked in the locked wine shop.
The ground was covered with thick dust from the quake last night. The dust in the hall floated in the sound and eager breathing of the door, making everything inside even darker.
In the backyard bedroom, Chang Sun Qingxue sat silently on the edge of the bed, his long eyelashes blinking gently.
Even though the news of Ding Ning's victory had been heard, she did not know the life and death of Bai Shanshui, or whether Bai Shanshui's passing by Wu Tongluo last night would pose a fatal danger to herself.
Ding Ning does not return here, she can't feel at ease.
In the depths of the cold palace, the face of the queen who has not slept all night still looks so perfect, without any tiredness, nor can you see any different emotions on peace days.
She just wrote the letterhead personally, and then handed it to a servant girl standing beside him at random, calmly said: "The person brought it to Zhang Yi."
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"I heard that two powerful flying swords appeared in the Changling countryside last night. One sword can resist dozens of ordinary flying swords. I don’t know how it is compared to you?"
"Practitioners who break through the four realms and can defeat the five realms. Can you say that I can win him in the future?"
A handsome boy dressed in ordinary linen is talking.
He was standing on the edge of a cliff, and besides the faint cloud and mist, there was a void in front of him. Only a pale yellow handleless sword suspended in front of him, trembling slightly with his breath The breath on the sword has a wonderful rhythm, and seems to have a unique life.
There were no other people around, so he was talking to his flying sword.
Looking at his expression is not a whim, but rather accustomed to talking like this with his flying sword.
Feijian, even though it seems to be alive, is also a dead creature that can't speak. It is often lonely to talk to his own Feijian.
However, true geniuses are often lonely.
The sun is shining all over Changling, but there are still many corners in the Changling that can't see the sun.
Under the canopy that shields the sun from the sky, in the ghostly fish market, there is a piano sound like a song and weeping, and several black bamboo plants swaying by the shady threshold.
"In fact, the queen's cruelty is not just about killing people with a knife."
The woman in a red shirt with a gentle face and a very gentle tone hung her head slightly, and whispered to the old man in black: "She is the most cruel and the best thing to do is to strip the people you care about one by one from you. ."
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This night passed, some people in Changling were happy, some were sad, and some people had just woke up.
Xie Changsheng opened his eyes hard.
He felt the outside world was dazzling, and then he felt the heat, and then he understood that it was the sunlight that made him feel dazzling.
He made sure he was alive.
Then he couldn't help laughing.
He didn't have much energy, but he used all his strength to laugh.
Minshan Jianzong did not watch him die.
He is still alive, this is his victory.
"Don't you dare to laugh like this with such a serious injury, and you're not afraid of a broken wound."
A sarcastic voice passed into his pinna.
Xie Changsheng didn't even see the surrounding scenes. Naturally he didn't see the person who made the noise, but he replied indifferently: "It won't die if it breaks the wound."
The vocalist suddenly lags behind, and he seems unable to refute his words.
Xie Changsheng blinked proudly, slowly seeing that he was in a blue house.
The ground and walls are blue, but no longer pure sapphire.
So he couldn't help but dismissed the corner of his mouth and said, "Sapphire is the way, sapphire is the hall, and he thought that Minshan Jianzong really had the money to the extreme. It turned out that only the facade was decorated to the extreme. It's just bluestone with similar color."
"Fujia is Fujia, seeing everything carries copper money."
Listening to a more ironic voice, Xie Changsheng reluctantly deflected some heads, but he was startled.
He saw a cold-eyed girl standing in the doorway with a cold look on his face, and then he immediately remembered that the green-shirt girl was a shameless glaze that had made him feel ashamed.
"Strange." He was stunned for a moment and couldn't help whispering.
Jing Liuli glanced at him and said, "What's strange."
Xie Changsheng hesitated and said honestly: "I used to seem afraid of you, but now I don't seem to be afraid anymore."
Jing Liuli frowned slightly: "What do you mean?"
Xie Changsheng laughed: "It should be that I have all died once. What else are you afraid of? And I thought I would gamble with Minshan Jianzong, betting that Minshan Jianzong would not let me die, now I won by betting, I have won the entire Minshan Jianzong, of course, I will no longer be afraid of you, Minshan Jianzong’s genius."
Jing Liuli showed a mocking sneer at the corner of his mouth, and turned around, "a stupid idea that will comfort me."
Xie Changsheng was not angry. Looking at her back, she suddenly remembered important things and shouted: "Minshan Jianhui is over?"
Jing Liuli's footsteps paused slightly, "It's over."
Xie Changsheng was slightly stiff, "Who is the first."
Jing Liulitou never said nonsense: "Ding Ning."
Xie Changsheng froze.
"Hahahaha..."
At the next moment, he used all his strength again to laugh loudly.
Jing Liuli didn't look back, her brow furrowed deeply again.
Faced with such a stupid Guan Zhong child, she seemed to have no reason to be angry.
Nearly the same moment, there were still people waking up in the Changling City.
Liang Lian is waking up.
In fact, he is not really comatose, but the Promise sword body he repairs has a unique sword-raising technique. In a state where other people seem to be in a coma, he can use this method to suppress and repair the injuries in the body.
At this time, the time for this kind of healing is not enough. He should be unconscious for a longer time.
However, he knew that he had to wake up early, even if he left many hidden wounds that were difficult to heal, he had to wake up early.
In the sound of the hunting of the battle flag, he woke up in the Chinese military camp and opened his eyes.
It's just that it is different in peace days. There is not even a sergeant guarding the sword in the Chinese military camp account or even at the door.
At nearly the same time, Ding Ning also woke up in a room not far from Xie Changsheng.