The Sword Dynasty

Zhang Yi looked at the back of the man in the black shirt, and the emotion in his heart was hard to calm down.

For the entire Qin dynasty, Changling’s old dignitaries were a special group of people. On the one hand, they were not tolerated in today’s Changling, but on the other hand, many industries, even trading with some enemy countries, the lifeblood of some things is still in control. In their hands, the hostess of Changling could not easily separate them from Changling.

This is a typical choice, but in the final analysis, they are strong enough.

But now, how should he choose?

The sunset fell to the horizon, and the air began to feel more cool.

Because his mood was too turbulent, he didn't even notice the whim that the Qingshan Minshan Jianzong practitioners behind him deliberately brought up.

This made the Minshan Jianzong practitioner extremely displeased and frowned deeply.

"Your performance at this time is too far away from the sword meeting. As a swordsman, naturally you need to be vigilant at all times, especially outside Changling. People who want to kill you don't need to worry that you can't get out of Changling. There are no worries at all."

Listening to this voice, Zhang Yi was surprised and turned around.

Looking at the special sapphire-colored robe on the other person's body, he felt the pungent breath unique to the other person's body. He naturally understood the other party's identity in an instant, but his mind was more chaotic, but he couldn't help it. Think, what happened today?

"The method of division is every five and seven."

This Minshan Jianzong practitioner was accustomed to various top talents in Minshan Jianzong. At this moment, seeing Zhang Yi's bewilderment, he felt even more displeased in his heart. He said this coldly and took out Sen Leng directly from his sleeve. The iron box, handed to Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi subconsciously took the seemingly ordinary iron box, and his heart jumped violently involuntarily. He couldn't help but ask, "What is this? The method of division, what is every five and seven?"

"I thought, if I couldn't even think of this..." The Minshan Jianzong practitioner raised his eyebrows slightly. He originally wanted to say that if he couldn't even think of this, he wouldn't be worthy of being called Minshan Jianzong. Student, but at this point, he felt something was wrong. After a slight pause, he changed his mouth and said: "It will destroy the things in this box directly."

Looking at the other person's displeased look, Zhang Yi thought of the way Ding Ning said of his mother-in-law on weekdays. He was a little awakened, and his eyes moved away from the Minshan Jianzong practitioner and fell on the iron box in his hand.

Then he opened the iron box directly.

There was only a thin piece of parchment in the iron box, which was simply folded, so he saw a lot of ink lines at a glance.

Just a few pieces of magic thread, he felt the endless horror sword.

His eyes tingled and wept instantly.

At the next moment, these sword intentions forced on him, making the qi and blood in his body not working smoothly, and even letting him feel a sudden injury and vomiting blood.

Zhang Yi's body shuddered, and then he looked up horror.

"this is…"

He looked at the Qingshan practitioners in shock, thinking of the kind of breath on Jingliu and even Tantai Guanjian, he felt that there could be no such sharp edge, and then he instantly woke up, "This is the master of Baili Sect. …"

This practitioner of Minshan Jianzong thought it was unnecessary to answer.

He turned and began to leave.

"In your opinion, you are just a trivial little person in Changling, but the three top people in Changling came to see you personally or write to you in person. So you cannot be a trivial little person. "

"My disciple of Jianshan Minzong in Minshan, like the disciples in the former Bashan Jianchang, cannot be a small person."

Listening to these two words from the wind before the disappearance of the other person's figure, Zhang Yi's entire body shivered uncontrollably again.

With the last glow of the evening glow, he struggled to unfold the parchment in the iron box, his eyes were more tingling, and tears were falling, but only the first few words were clearly seen, and his breath paused. Hurry up sometimes.

This is a sword classic.

The method of numbering, every five and seven, is just a method of reading.

Only by looking at the words that are multiples of every five and every seven can we see the true text of this sword sutra and understand the true meaning.

Being able to make Baili Suxue write in person, and using this method to disguise the true meaning, there is often only one possibility, that is, this Jian Jing is also very important for Minshan Jianzong, and in Minshan Jianzong, there is only 100 Li Suxue knew.

This means true patriarchal ancestry.

Thinking about this, Zhang Yi finally finally understood the meaning of the last two sentences of this Minshan Jianzong practitioner.

How could the disciples of Minshan Sword Sect Master Baili Suxue be insignificant figures?

The last glimmer of light in the sky fell.

The wilderness around him fell into darkness.

"Do it, do it more thoroughly."

Ding Ning's voice was remembered again in his mind.

Thinking about many things in the past, thinking about Xue Wangxu's death, thinking about some pictures of the sword society, thinking about the letterhead written by the hostess deep in the palace after the sword society, thinking about the scenery in exchange, he thought Ding Ning was right.

He took the parchment out of the iron box, put it close to his body, and put away the iron box. Then he looked up and looked at the brightest star in the sky in the direction of Dayan, and started to move.

...

The thunderous horseshoe sounded violently on the river gang, and frightened countless returning birds overnight.

A slipping torch illuminates the entire river bank, and a black armor general leaps down from the running horse and falls to the ground without weight, but at the moment of landing, he pulls the hand and stops the running horse behind him.

"Just here?"

The general in black armor glanced at the surrounding scenes, and coldly asked two seven or eight-year-old children sitting in front of a sergeant behind him.

The two children, a man and a woman, seem to be brothers and sisters. Looking at the clothing, they should be the children of the fishermen around them.

Listening to the voice of the black armor general questioning, and then seeing the tiger wolf pattern gleaming in the fire of the other side's black armor, the two children were frightened and opened their mouths without answering, but they cried wowly. stand up.

The black armor general took a deep breath, and his heart was even more irritable, but when he squatted down to look down, his complexion changed drastically, and deep cold eyes and murderous intentions did not consciously flow deep in his eyes. .

He saw a strand or two of white satin strips that had been soaked on the roots of the twisted roots of these withered willows.

Almost subconsciously, he determined that this was the hiding place before Bai Shanshui.

In the area around the Weihe River, I don’t know how many ships and Daqin practitioners are searching for Baishan water. However, who would have thought that before the Baishan water, it was just like a real floating body, sinking and floating between the roots under these old willows ?

This is where all passing ships on the river can see, but in the end only these two children happened to see it.

Let it be fate, is this the best way to escape?

It's just that the sword-mountain of Shengmeng Lushan Huimeng League, if destiny, should also be attributed to Changling, how can this rebel thief escape again!

The black armor general thought of the Qin people who had died in the hands of Bai Shanshui these years. The anger in his heart was burning more and more, but looking at the few white strands of fluttering, he was very clear that he had missed the possible arrest When it was time to catch Bai Shanshui, I would then deal with this big inverse again, and I didn't know what price to pay.

Unable to vent because of anger, the powerful breath of his body kept moving forward, causing the river in front to violently turbulent, and waves of ripples continued to spread.

In the deepest part of the big floating water cellar, the boiled Lin in the water, like duckweed, quietly felt the ripples from the nearby water cellar.

This is meaningless to others, but it is the only change in his boring life that does not become a forbidden life.

"Young man, you are amazing. Since the establishment of this water cell, you should be the second person who can make Shen Xuan helpless."

He looked down at the shaking ripples and sincerely admired.

The voice followed the current, clear and distant, but there was no response.

Lin Zhuojiu looked at the still surging water and knew that the young man was not comatose, so he went on: "I know you don’t trust me, but I know you and those people who came in to try to win my trust. Different. Because Shen Xuan used some methods on you, I have also experienced... I know very well what kind of talents may be able to survive. So you can not trust me, but I can trust you."

After a long time.

A weak but clear voice came from the water cell beside, "Who are you?"

Lin Zhuojiu said: "Bashan Jianchang, Lin Zhuojiu."

The dungeon over there remained silent for a moment, saying, "Impossible."

Lin Zhuojiu laughed and said, "Everyone thinks I'm dead, but I'm still alive."

The water cell over there fell silent again.

Lin Zhuojiu smiled and said, "You should be wondering if I am Lin Zhuojiu, why would I speak so directly to someone I never knew."

There was no denial, "Yes."

Lin Zhuojiu calmly said: "Because no one thinks we might go out after we come here. Just like Shen Xuan brought you here, just to let you know that even me, even in my ten years go with."

"He wants you to despair. Despair is the best way he can open the mouth of someone like me."

Lin Zhuojiu raised his head, looked at the water cell on that side, and said lightly: "But I think he will still fail. And I will give you hope, as long as you hold it long enough, you must believe that I can take you Take it out."

There was no new response from the dungeon over there, only rumbling rumbling.

The surface of the water was more violent.

Lin Zhuojiu knew that a new round of torture had begun.

There were many tortures that made him think terrible, and they fell on the young man.

He gave the young man promise and hope, but is there really hope?

Lin Zhuojiu lowered his head, looked at the turbulent cold water, and regained his silence.