The Sword Dynasty

The surname Rong maiden walked fast.

She casually walked into a farmyard and changed her clothes.

On weekdays, it is easy for her to find the trace of a person in Changling, but it is difficult for others to find her trace, as long as she is fast enough.

So when she walked non-stop, almost everyone just slowed her one step, just knowing where she had been.

She walked past a deserted compound.

There was originally a high stage outside the courtyard.

Now the top of the stage is gone, and the stage of the stage is decaying. The table is covered with broken bricks and tiles, covered with weeds.

She saw the man and his brother here.

She admires them and wants to be one of them.

Then she finally had the opportunity to become a doorman of the Zheng family in Jiaodong County, becoming the perfect maid of that perfect woman from Jiaodong County.

She walked across the stage and crossed a horse farm.

The racecourse is already barren, and the wild grass has a strong score.

There is a mass grave on the river port in the distance.

She remembers doing the first unwilling thing here, deliberately delaying a military order, and killing someone.

And that person was one of the people in the Bashan sword field she admired.

She didn't stay.

The figure soon appeared in an apricot forest.

There are two small bridges at the end of this apricot tree, facing two very different directions.

She walked across one of the bridges.

These are the two bridges that she wandered back and forth. After passing this bridge, she found that she began to become more and more distant from the people she wanted to do, and eventually became a person she did not like.

She went around some more roads to a lively market.

All of them are shops selling north and south goods, with bamboo poles supporting the shade cloth.

Even in summer, it is lively, exuding the smell of various kinds of salted fish, bacon and condiments.

The thick smelly smell could not conceal the bloody smell that came into her consciousness.

She thought of the day three years before Emperor Yuanwu took the throne.

Here is the grind of flesh.

Countless flying swords in the sky snapped off like arrows, falling into the thick blood mud.

The corpses of the practitioners from all over the world are piled up like ordinary sergeants.

All the buildings here are turned into powder, and every wave of sword light brings out a mountain-like blood wave and hundreds of pieces of corpses flying around, like a giant boat traveling in the waves.

Most of the people she saw on the stage were dead here.

She looked in the distance, wondering if she felt fortunate or frightened, unable to stand, trembling while sitting on the ground, and eventually her body became cold.

After that, she became cold and cold.

She followed the lady who came out of Jiaodong County, and she no longer felt the fear.

She knew that she had become the shadow of the queen.

Rong Gong looked at her shadow.

There is only one shadow.

She was already along the river bank, not far from the tea plantation.

She came here indifferently and blankly, and met the quiet tea master.

He didn't know her identity, only when she was a student who had lost her way to a certain practice place, or a surviving doorman or young lady in a home in Changling, where blood was bleeding.

He took her in.

Just why, in the end, even he was gone?

She ignored the mud and sat down on the bank of the tea plantation on the river bank.

She hugged her head and began to tremble as she watched the corpse mountain that day.

She felt like she was back then.

I don't know why, her thoughts became as sober as then.

She thought about everything Ding Ning had done to herself, and what happened to them these days, she also felt familiar.

It was just that she thought of all the places she had just walked by, and the two bridges.

She soon stood up again.

Walking towards the streets of Changling, began to look for Ding Ning walking through the Changling.

...

Jing Liuli, like a maid, quietly followed behind Ding Ning, and Ye Zhennan followed quietly behind Ding Ning.

Ding Ning crosses the streets faster than Rong Maid, and he will cross many shortcuts.

But he will also make short stays in certain places.

The first place he stayed was an unnamed alley.

Next to an ordinary farmhouse, there was a broken stone tablet, which was already covered with moss.

Ding Ning stopped and opened the iron box on his back.

As a sword flowed out of the iron box, the piece of moss on the stone tablet was missing, revealing a neat cut, and then there was a faintly insignificant sword like the airflow, which belonged to Ding Ning's iron box in.

Jing Liuli and Ye Frame Nan's breathing suddenly.

They felt the indifferent sword meaning... making them intuitively intangible can only mean that it is too high and not on one level.But such a move by Ding Ning can make them understand what Ding Ning is doing.

Especially Jingliu.

She couldn't believe that Ding Ning could master such sword scripture in such a short time.

Ding Ning continued to walk through these streets.

He walked past a dappled ancient wall.

The white and gray powder on the ancient wall dropped a little, revealing some traces that could not be seen even if people came to check it later.

He walked across a wide stone road where horses and horses traveled a lot.

Some dust quietly sputtered through the cracks in the stone ground.

He walked through a vegetable garden.

In the heavy rain last summer, Ye Ce returned coldly, and when fighting with Zhao Jianlu and Zhao Zhan, a burst of sword gas destroyed the vegetable garden.

...

Except for Jingliu and Ye frame Nan, even some practitioners who always followed him, because they did not have a close enough distance, could not perceive such a breath at all.

In the eyes of all of them, Ding Ning finally just chose a very short path to a hall.

That hall is called Xuanhutang, and it is a big medical hall.

Among all the medical museums in Changling, the second medical museum can be ranked.

As Ding Ning appeared in front of this medical hall, many people began to realize that this medical hall has been taken down by the Guan Zhong Xie family.

The owner of Xuanhutang, Sun Xingtang, is one of the most famous physicians in Changling. He is Guanzhong.

When Ding Ning came to the door of Xuanhutang, the man in his seventies was already waiting in front of the door of Xuanhutang.

"You have entered the five realms."

Looking at Ding Ning, who was quietly greeting him, the old man said slowly and solemnly, after replying: "There has never been a practitioner who has entered the five realms so quickly... so you must not fail."

"I understand what you mean."

Ding Ning smiled and said, "You want me not to be in a hurry, but if people always think that they can't be in a hurry, they will slow down. Maybe they will change their personalities in the future."

The old man stunned a little, and immediately bowed in earnestly for a while, "I don't know as much as you do about the practice, but what you say makes me feel human."

Ding Ning bowed back again: "So troublesome senior."

The old man nodded and returned to the hustle and bustle of the past, but today is extremely quiet, and even the majority of doctors have been dismissed in the medical hall.

Ding Ning stopped.

He put down the iron box he was carrying, and simply stood behind him, and then he stood still at the door of the hospital, looking at the road facing him.

Watching him stop completely, everyone began to understand that he was here to wait for the court lady.

Jing Liuli and Ye Xiangnan glanced at each other, and they were more certain that Ding Ning would not go again after stopping here.

So the two came behind Ding Ning, in the shadow behind the door of the hanging pot.

There was an inexplicable thunder in the sky.

There is no dark cloud, but it seems that someone is drumming up for this upcoming big show.

...

There are no dark clouds in the sky.

In the alleyway on one side, there was a black cloud.

Everyone on that side rushed away in fear.

Many people in Changling will use umbrellas to shade under the hot sun, but no one's umbrella will be so heavy.

Looking at the densely packed black umbrellas, everyone who saw them knew clearly that the first night policy of Jian Tiansi was cold.

There is a stone bridge not far from this hall.

A carriage stopped by this stone bridge.

The horse-drawn carriage is ordinary, but a dark and musty atmosphere makes many practitioners dare not pass by here.

Only those ordinary people didn't notice it, and the crowd was heading towards that hall.

Looking down from the turret at the top, there are countless people walking towards the hall like an ant in Changling City Alley.

Huang Zhenwei, who had just landed on the nearest corner of the hall, was full of worry and admiration.

Such a picture of people alleys has not appeared for many years.

But at the same time he was a little dazed.

Because his teacher Mo Shoucheng did not come.

He didn't know the reason.