The Sword Dynasty

A simple and neglected question is followed by countless questions.

It’s just a matter of thinking and everything, and when you don’t think about the process at all, you just find a point, and these countless questions can be explained after all.

How fast is Ding Ning's practice?

Why Ding Ning could walk with the ancestors of the Zhou family to survive.

Why Ding Ning can pass countless sword sutras at a glance.

Why is Ding Ning so serious?

Why Ding Ning can fight across the border.

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At this moment, Huang Zhenwei's mind seemed to have countless people chanting the scriptures, all of which were Ding Ning's name and the nine dead silkworms.

His body fell into the brighter morning light, and he felt more and more absurd and ridiculous, almost crying.

Is life so ridiculous?

When I searched for nothing, when everything had happened, I quietly came to my own eyes.

A piece of black feather lightly fell down in the light.

Huang Zhenwei, whose body was trembling constantly, looked up, and he had never felt the sun so dazzling.

He saw a black pigeon flying over from the direction of the palace.

The black homing pigeon brings the queen's will.

He was on his way back to the palace, but the queen's will had already arrived.

He took the letterbox from the feet of the black carrier pigeons, opened the lacquered seal that informed the heads of the divisions, and then his hands shook more violently.

At this moment, he heard a trumpet sound faintly from the corner tower far behind.

He turned around stiffly and saw a plain white.

He was the only student of Mo Shoucheng after Emperor Yuanwu, and he naturally knew exactly what the sound of the trumpet horn and the hanging plain white on the corner tower meant.

He knew that his teacher did not fulfill his promise to him in the end.

Or that his teacher is more wise than him and sees farther, knowing that even if he goes to the palace, it is impossible to change anything.

"teacher!"

He shouted in pain, completely ignoring the eyes of the people around him, and the crystal tears slid from his face wantonly.

Nothing will change.

The teacher is dead.

The Queen's will has been given.

He wanted to let his teacher know before his death that some notoriety would not be imposed on him, he should get some due honor.

However, the teacher cannot see it.

What he wants to do is impossible.

After his teacher's death, there will be many crimes and anger that his teacher will bear.

At this last time, he knew that his teacher chose to accept it calmly, and all his efforts were only for the future of an immensely splendid empire, an unprecedented empire.

However, he could not accept it calmly.

The only voice that sounded in his mind at this time was the one his teacher said to him.

Now all he can do is choose.

...

Huang Zhenwei stood in the middle of the long street at this time.

Some of his subordinates did not want people to see his gaffe, and cleared this long street.

But he stood in this empty long street, and the picture in front of him was constantly changing.

He seemed to be standing in front of that huge corpse.

He saw the powerful and invincible swordsman who led the great Qin dynasty all the way to the end of the three dynasties, and eventually died, his body was twisted into ashes by countless sword lights, and eventually no ashes remained.

He let the Buddha stand in front of Bashan Sword Field again.

The huge Bashan Mountains do not reach the top, like a heaven and earth of a god, oppressed in front of him, making him consciously too small to breathe.

However, when the end of the sword was finally broken, when the Bashan sword field disappeared, he felt that the huge Bashan suddenly collapsed, and countless shadows pressed on him.

Many people paid their lives for this increasingly powerful dynasty until they died.

However, they did not get what they deserved.

At the moment when Huang Zhenwei was facing a choice, he thought of the man's gaze in the middle of the huge corpse before he died.

Is anyone wrong?

Is Nine Dead Silkworm wrong?

Huang Zhenwei closed his eyes more painfully, but the already blazing sunlight still reflected his eyes red.

All choices ultimately come from the true emotions in the heart.

He thoroughly understood the meaning of his teacher's words.

His teacher made what he thought was right and liked.

But his teacher will not hinder his choice.

Because he is his teacher, a disciple who really loves him.

He closed his eyes hard.

Then squeeze your lips tightly and gritt your teeth.

Because of too much force, blood ran out of his teeth, dripping down the corner of his mouth, but he did not know it himself.

...

...

When he made his choice, Ding Ning was already calmly preparing his suit.

He has notified Bingma Division.

According to the usual practice, any practitioner who has no military merits is just the most ordinary sergeant when he enters the army. However, because of his special status and because he was a compromise from the sword sect of Minshan, he got a general With the usual treatment, Bingma Division allocated three carriages to greet his departure.

Because there is no return to Mo Yuan, there is no goodbye.

In addition to the three coachmen equipped by the soldiers and horses, and a maidservant who did some rough work, it was only him and Changsun Qingxue, Nangong Caishu and Ye Framenan.

This parting may seem a bit bleak, but leaving the city with such a trend means great relief for Ding Ning.

Any out-of-day branches will naturally make him unhappy.

So when he was about to board the horse-drawn carriage of the soldiers, when he saw the young man in sight, his face froze, like a layer of frost.

Nangong Caishu was originally a goalkeeper. She has seen much more about this expedition. She has taken care of all the things she needs to bring, so that the three soldiers and coachmen admire them.

At this time she was checking some spare medicines, and when she sensed the strange breath, she turned and looked at it.

"Is it an boulder?"

At the first sight of the teenager, she asked Ding Ning not far away.

This young boy is not tall.

But he feels better than any young talent that Nangong Cai Shu has seen.

Even the feeling of Jingli Liuli was not so strong.

Ding Ning hasn't officially seen Ambushite yet, but he also knows that this young boy who seems to be floating in the sky can only be an Ambushite.

"I'm here to tell you something."

There was no opening remarks, nor any courtesy. An Baoshi just walked a few feet away from Ding Ning, stopped and smiled and looked at Ding Ning and said, "Jing Liuli has been defeated by my men."

Ding Ning looked at him and said nothing.

"Now you are my only opponent. I hope you will not slacken after defeating Rong's maiden." An Baoshi smiled at Ding Ning and said, "And I should also go to Donghu Bianguan."

"Do you think I will be slack?" Ding Ning looked at Amboshi and asked rhetorically.

An Baoshi smiled and said, "It won't be good."

Nangong Caishu and Ye Fangnan frowned at the same time, displeased.

The unhappiness of the two was not due to the arrogance and arrogance of An Baoshi, but to the response of Ding Ning.They all felt that Ding Ning's response to this sentence was too weak, completely lacking Ding Ning's sharp edge.

However, at this moment, Ding Ning continued to say: "But what does my slackness have to do with you?"

An Baoshi stunned slightly.

"Your opponent is Jing Liuli."

Ding Ning no longer looked at An Baoshi and started to board the car, saying: "Jing Liuli will naturally defeat you, I don't need me at all."

An Baoshi frowned deeply.

But he didn't say anything, just said softly: "Since that, then Donghu Bianguan goodbye."

Nangong Cai Shu laughed.

She also began to get on the bus, and then said to An Baoshi seriously: "Don't veteran Dong Hubian shut his mouth, you should understand that this is still a secret of Bingmasi."

An Baoshi didn't care about such provocation.

He smiled slightly and turned away.

Three carriages began to move and began to leave Changling.