The Sword Dynasty

Pan Ruoye's body became inexplicably cold.

Although she is not from Jiaodong County, she is also a war orphan.

"Zheng Xiu has never been the kind of gatekeeper who cares about Changling touring around."

The man on the front of the car looked at Pan Ruoye and the middle-aged woman with a bleak face, and then said: "She came to Changling to represent the interests of the entire Jiaodong County, representing the ambition of the entire Jiaodong County to surpass the old power and tycoons She did."

"I can listen to what you said as a story, but too many stories are just stories."

The middle-aged woman looked at the man on the front of the car, and his eyes fell on the closed door behind him. "You know my emotions are irritable, so if there is anything that convinces me, you have to hurry I see."

The man on the front of the car nodded, no longer speaking, and turned to open the door.

In order to make the middle-aged woman see more clearly, he got out of the carriage, let himself open, and let the sun shine into the carriage.

A woman was also sitting in the carriage.

The woman was dressed very plainly and was calm at first, but when the sunlight fell on her, her body began to tremble.

She looked up, also a painted face.

There was also a sword mark on her face.

The middle-aged woman's eyebrows immediately frowned.

The woman in the carriage is about the same age as hers. She looks at the woman in the carriage. There is a faint sense of familiarity. The most important thing is that the woman in the carriage looks at her eyes blinking and contains many unspeakable emotions. It seems that she is also the old knowledge of the woman in the carriage.

"Do I know you?"

The middle-aged woman was a little distracted, and then subconsciously said, "Who are you?"

The woman in the carriage did not dare to look at her, her body trembling more violently, but she could not make a sound for a while.

The middle-aged woman's breath became more violent and restless, and she seemed to feel really uncontrollable.

"Chen Guoqing's son, Ji Qingqing, you don't have many friends in Changling. For you, Zheng Xiu from Jiaodong County will be counted as one, and your sister Xu Ruoxin will also be one."

The man next to the carriage bowed and respectfully said, "I didn't think you would even recognize your own sister."

The wind stopped suddenly.

All the air in the Dao was imprisoned and still at this moment by a terrifying force.

Absolutely quiet.

Because the old son of Chen Guo needed absolute silence.

"Sister?"

She said aloud.

The voice was somewhat hesitant and tangled, but with a particularly thrilling power, it penetrated the years, and it seemed that she and the woman in the car in front of her suddenly pulled to Changling many years ago.

"How come there is such a mark on your face?"

"Who has cut such a sword in your face?"

She continued to make a sound, which sounded hollow to herself.

The woman in the carriage was also more violently fluctuating, raising her head slightly, looking at her, her lips trembling constantly, but she couldn't make any sound.

"You should be able to see the sword marks on her face."

The voice of the man beside the carriage rang at this time.

The eyes of the middle-aged woman outside the carriage, that is, Ji Qingqing, the son-in-law of Chen Guo, who was famous in Changling many years ago, could not help falling on the scar on the woman's face in the carriage.

Her pupils contracted instantly, "Cut love?"

The man said slowly: "At that time Changling, only you and your sister understood the sword."

Pan Ruoye, who has been listening, is getting colder and colder. At this moment, when she heard this sentence, her breath suddenly stopped!

"At that time, the masters had already passed away, and indeed only me and your sister would have this sword intention. If it wasn't for me, it would be your own sister." Ji Qingqing's voice also suddenly froze, with a A kind of cruel meaning, "So sister-in-law, why should you cut this sword on your face?"

The man beside the carriage wanted to make a noise.

However, a violent breath was already pressed between his mouthpieces, "If you don't want to die, let her speak for herself, let her tell me for herself."

"Sister."

The woman in the carriage shook for a long time, and finally made a sound.

Don't turn Ji Qingqing's face aside, without looking at her, said indifferently: "Then what?"

"Chen Wang Jian Jing."

The woman in the carriage suddenly burst into tears, her strength disappeared completely, and she could no longer support her body as she lay prone in front of her, sobbing and crying, "For the sake of Chen Wang Jian Jing."

Ji Qingqing still did not look at her, and said indifferently: "Then what?"

"Chen Wang Jian Jing is in the hands of Jiaodong County. Zheng Xiu exchanged Chen Wang Jian Jing in exchange for it. As long as I cut a sword on my face for some people to see, and then left Changling, he gave me Chen Wang Jian Jing."

"Then? Did you really cut the sword on your face?" Ji Qingqing laughed, making everyone feel that there could be no more chilling smile in the world, "Then you just Let the people of Bashan Jianchang see the sword wound on your face, let Bashan Jianchang especially Wang Jingmeng think that the sword on your face was cut by me?"

The woman in the carriage cried silently, but nodded.

Ji Qingqing's smile grew stronger, "Then she managed to spread some more news in Wang Jingmeng's ears, making him feel that I was jealous of Sister's talent and beauty, and forced you to leave Changling... Plus I was in the rumors His temperament is extremely poor, so he listens to people and believes it is true?"

Her voice lingered between the roads.

No one answered.

"For a master's sword scripture, is it worth it?"

Her laughter was louder, and she looked at the woman in the carriage with a sarcasm, "Although Chen Wang Jian Jing is powerful, it is not the legendary Nine Dead Silkworm, nor the legendary Lone Mountain Sword Cang. There is absolutely no possibility of invincibility in the world, at most it can only overwhelm me. Sister, what are you fighting for?"

No one answered.

The woman in the carriage didn't know how to answer, and the man beside the carriage knew that if he answered for her, then he would really die directly in the next moment.

"Sister."

Her smile was more ridiculous and awkward, "Since you have completed such a transaction with her and got the treasure of the teacher's door for what you want, why did you come here for such a servant under her, Will you cry like this in front of me like a dog?"

After saying this, the man next to the carriage loosened his throat, and the violent murderous intention left his throat, but fell on the woman in the carriage.

The woman in the carriage stiffened, and then uttered, "She wants to be foolproof, and she doesn't want people to know about it, so she wants me and Chen Wangjian Jing to disappear together, instead of leaving Changling."

"In the end she didn't die, I let her survive." The man beside the carriage said very simply, "She owes me a life, so she will appear in front of you with me."

"Wang Jingmeng is not a pig, just to cut me with some words?" Ji Qingqing grinned viciously.

"Because more than one person gave him such an illusion." The man beside the carriage said slowly: "And although he had not met Zheng Xiu at that time, Gu Huai and Zheng Xiu had already met... and Gu Huai also trusted him. friend."

"But Gu Huai is also dead, and death means there is no proof."

Ji Qingqing took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, and then smiled, looking at the man coldly, "A minion who has worked for Zheng Xiu like a dog for many years but is dedicated to revenge. The sister who is not as good as a dog... If you can betray me for the secret of the teacher, then why can't you deceive me now because of other temptations?"

There was no change in the face of the man beside the carriage. He just raised his head and looked at the powerful and violent woman. He said: "Because there is another person who can prove it, and you can absolutely believe that person."

Ji Qingqing said indifferently: "Who?"

The man beside the carriage said seriously: "Baisu Suxue."