The Sword Dynasty

Sincerity and trustworthiness is one aspect of kindness.

Fu Suwu could hardly believe that the Spring was going to fall, not just because he heard Ding Ning’s death along the way and was in a trance, but because the Lushan Huimeng had just passed, and the four dynasties had signed a covenant in the Lushan Huimeng. Does it exist?

At the moment, Sima Cuo knew what he was thinking by looking at him, and immediately smiled coldly, saying, "If you don't fight, you won't fight, neither children nor adults."

Fusu swallowed hard and swallowed, looking up at Sima Cuo, and said, "I have no words, I don't know what to do."

"That's what the book says, unless everyone in the world is such a saint, not to mention how much such a book was burned before your father and emperor ascended the throne." Sima said coldly and mercilessly.

He has a high status, and as a prince at this time, he naturally understands what Zheng Xiu wants him to teach, so he doesn't need to avoid speaking at all.

After saying this, he lowered his head and continued to look at the case, but his brow was slightly unconsciously frowned, thinking in his heart that neither Yuan Wu nor Zheng Xiu was such a simple and kind stupid character, then this Fusu , Who exactly does it look like?

With such a thought, his attention was not on the files in front of him.

The afterglow of his eyes swept Fusu's side face, but there were many pictures of the man in Changling in his mind, but he felt more and more similar in his heart.

Although the time is not right, is there really something hidden in it?

Sima's eyes narrowed slightly.

Inexplicably cold in his heart.

Even though the Queen had done many things in Changling that made the two phases and the Holy See seem intolerable, the relationship between the Holy See and the Queen still seemed intimate.

But if it is a perfectly normal couple, will these things remain intimate?

...

"The Cockroach is dead but not stiff, but how many storms can it set off?"

When Sima Guo, who was a scribe, thought coldly about things in the imperial palace, he was very close to a side city in Wushan in the distance. In the fine snow, Wei Wuwu stood at the highest point of the city head, and said coldly and disdainfully.

Wei Wuwei is Weihou in Sima's misunderstanding, and he is the oldest among the 13th Hou of Daqin.

At this time, his hair was silver and white, but his figure was very straight and tall. This kind of breath like a tower made people think of Liang Lian, the general of the tiger and wolf army.

A little white snow accumulated on his black armor, and he was plated with a layer of mountain-like snow and snow.

"Even if Lin Zhuojiu escapes from the big floating water cell, what are the uses of the remaining swords in Bashan Jianchang?"

"Heirs of the nine dead silkworms are different now."

He looked at the Chu border in the wind and snow in the distance ahead, and the sarcasm on his face became stronger and stronger, "So you don’t need to do any useless consideration at all, the battle between Bashan Sword Field and Sheng Shang...unless Wang Jingmeng dreams of resurrection, otherwise I don’t even think that those at Bashan Sword Field can pose any threat to the Holy King and the Queen."

The person standing behind him was wearing a black iron armor, but he was wearing a cloak and a black scarf on his face, and he couldn't see his face clearly. At this time, he responded softly: "Weihou, you don't have to worry about me, But a few days ago, An Baoshi died without any reason, and the Spiritual Deficiency Sword Gate split the two ends without warning. It was simply not enough to compete with Minshan Jianzong, and the Holy Sage and the Queen worked hard for more than ten years to pay for the water. As for Min Shan Jianzong, the meaning of Baili Suxue, is that no one can see through. But at least, whether he or Jing Liuli, who is favored at the Minshan Jianhui is also very clear."

"An boulder?"

Wei Wugui suddenly laughed and turned to look at this person, "The entire Changling, in the past 100 years, the person with the highest talent is naturally Wang Jingmeng. But after him, the one with the highest talent is Bai Qi It’s not Anbao stone. As long as Bai Qi and his army are here, these changes in the sect will not affect the whole situation at all."

"What is the most powerful and terrifying thing in Bashan Jianchang?"

After he paused, he looked at the man and continued, "It's those people who are not just practitioners, not just grand masters, but most generals who are leaders. But now the thirteenth princes of the Qin Dynasty, Zhengwu Division, and Bashanjian How many stakeholders are there in the field?"

"So don't think about leaving a way for yourself. At this time, Sheng Shang and the Queen, the last thing I want to see is the ambiguous attitude."

Finally, the elderly prince looked at the man with a black scarf behind him, calmed down, then turned to look at Chu Di, and said softly: "My age is already old. The final glory of Mo Shoucheng lies in the forced suppression. I practiced the sect more often, and I still had the opportunity to lead the army several times in this way. My glory was this spring, and it was Chu Chu."

"Resurrected?"

The person with the black scarf was silent, but inexplicably these four words flashed in his mind.

The corner of his mouth under the black scarf also began to shed a slightly sarcastic smile.

Although this is absolutely impossible, but the Holy Saints and Queens now, that keeps the two intimate, is not the fear of these four words?

Even if Wei Wugui had such a long talk with him, his opinion at this time was still different from Wei Wugui.

...

Resurrection from the dead is naturally the most unlikely thing.

Unless it is not dead at all.

But why didn't he die?

When consciousness returned to An Baoshi's mind, he was also confused, shocked and puzzled.

There was no joy in it.

He was supported by a strange buoyancy, which was obviously cold water, but did not let him drown.

He tried hard to open his eyes, but he was powerless, and then he couldn't see any color, just black.

So he intuitively fell into that strange black river, the water seemed to flow smoothly in one direction, and the water droplets splashed into the mouth were bitter, so bitter that he kept vomiting.Then he intuitively felt that his eyes were blind and could not see anything.

Can't see any scenes, but the perception is getting clearer.

He felt that the important, unimpeded meridians in his body had been broken into many pieces.

The most important thing is that his air is empty.

There are several cracks, the big one seems to be out of his body.

His repairs are exhausted.

His qi sea also broke.

His body was also abandoned, leaving many wounds that could not heal.This is what the practitioners say is a hidden injury.

Then he gradually thought about why he could live, and his body became colder.

When he passed through the Nether Realm, Qi Zong's sword silk cut through his body. However, the power of the former Nether Void Gate Men who caused the Nether Realm was stronger than Qi Zong. The power of the Nether Realm suppressed the Qi of Qi. The explosion, even squeezing his body rigidly, in an incredible situation, the body that has been cut off is glued together rigidly.

I don't know how long this time lasts, but now it seems that at least his flesh and bones are connected together and grown, but there are only some meridians, but they are misplaced.

What must have happened next made him alive with a body that had become inferior to ordinary people.

This is a real miracle.

But everything is a waste, and even the eyes are blind, so what is the point of resurrection?

An Baoshi wanted to cry.

But he didn't even have the strength to cry, and he couldn't even make any sound.

He just felt that his body was getting colder and colder and more and more uncomfortable.

He missed all his previous days in Changling, especially the spring days when the snow melted and the sun was warm.