Fusu's eyes lit up, he nodded, and said, "I heard that the wine here and the little boss are famous, so I came here to taste it."
Looking at Fusu's clean and gentle eyebrows, Ding Ning's body seemed to be filled with countless pictures at the same time. These pictures made his body cold and hard like countless sandstones, and at the same time made his breathing difficult. The deepest earthy smell in my memory.
"What he really wants is longevity, that is to rule the Great Qin Dynasty forever, or the whole world. So everyone is his tool, you and Zheng Xiu are no exception. I want to take back what he owes to many people Similarly, I also hope to change the fate of many people in the future, including yours. As what I owe you, I will try my best to give you the ability to choose in the future."
Ding Ning took a deep breath, and the images in his mind receded like a tide.
"how?"
Ding Ning's silence for a moment made Fusu a little nervous, for fear that his words were inappropriate.
"Have you met me?" Ding Ning looked at him and asked.
Fusu suddenly panicked, subconsciously waved his hands and said, "No."
However, he is really not good at lying, or he has not lied. While waving his hands, two red clouds have appeared on his face.
"I don't seem to have met you before." Ding Ning looked at him calmly and said, "But I feel familiar, so I think this is the so-called old friends at first sight."
Ding Ning's love at first sight contains countless meanings, but Fusu's panic has completely disappeared, and he is delighted.
He couldn't help laughing, and said, "I also feel like old friends at first sight."
"In that case, today's wine, I invite you." Ding Ning put a jug of wine on the table in front of Fusu, looked at him and said.
Fusu's eyes were brighter, he took the wine glass hastily, poured a glass of wine, toasted like a toast, and then drank it all in one gulp.
The wine was sour in the mouth, and his brows frowned immediately, "This wine..." However, he couldn't help laughing again, "This wine is really unique."
"Congratulations on meeting."
Ding Ning poured a glass of wine and raised his glass to toast like ordinary people in Changling when making friends, but when he drank it all in one gulp, he said in his heart: "I wish our fate."
Fusu's capacity for drinking is not considered good, so naturally at such a time, he would not use his true energy to force out the alcohol in his body, and his eyes would be hazy after a while.
His status is the most honorable, and he has his own restraint in his heart. Although he is happy in his heart, he also restrains himself from drinking.
The eldest grandson Qianxue came out of the inner courtyard with a pot of hot tea.
She looked at Fusu's clean eyebrows, the more she looked more like Zheng Xiu, she hated it for no reason.
Where to start
The face of that person appeared in her mind, and it was as clear as meeting yesterday.
A tiny wisp of vitality leaked out from her fingertips, and along with the steam of hot tea, caressed Fusu's face.
"I can't drink so much, and I'm not afraid of talking nonsense after drinking."
Meng Qihai, who was waiting in the carriage outside Wutong Luo, finally heard Fusu's footsteps coming back. Seeing Fusu's face with the curtain lifted, he couldn't help complaining, but he didn't see anything unusual.
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When Meng Qihai was complaining about helping Su, in the deep part of the Great Qin Palace, in the study room where several spiritual lotuses had already sprouted, the queen's five fingertips were continuously entangled with several pure rays of light.
During the battle on the Weihe River, all practitioners above the Seventh Realm in Changling City could feel her strike, and could feel that Zhao Si's natal sword was destroyed in her hands.
The thin and continuous real energy and heaven and earth energy projected from her study room, with extremely firm intentions, pierced into the endless sky, reached places they could not perceive, and turned the spark into a powerful force.
All the practitioners in Changling once again affirmed that after so many years, Zheng Xiu, the "Sword of Comet Fire" who often killed the enemy's generals on the battlefield in the past, is stronger than ever.
At this time, she is still transporting the vitality of heaven and earth in her body into the endless high altitude, into the cold space where the vitality layer of heaven and earth has completely disappeared, and controlling the unique icy flames condensed by several comet dust and real fire of stars.
But at this moment, none of the practitioners in Changling, including the emperor in the palace who solved some hidden dangers before the Lushan meeting and used the last time before the meeting to retreat and practice, could perceive her movements.
Because Bashan Sword Field has been destroyed.
Because even in the Bashan Sword Field back then, she was the only one who comprehended and practiced this method of cultivation.
She is like a little star emitting starlight in the unknown, traveling through endless space.
In the pale flames controlled by her starlight, there is a small sword scorched black like rusty iron.
This small sword is naturally Zhao Si's natal sword.
After being defeated by her and severing all contact with Zhao Si, this little sword should have fallen somewhere, but at this moment, she didn't know why, the traces of power in those pale flames seemed to be supporting the already "Dead" sword.
Someone walked towards her study through the stone path lined with terracotta warriors outside her study.
Her flawless face remained unchanged, and the light wrapped around her hands slowly turned into dozens of fluorescent spots and disappeared.
A practitioner in yellow robes from her family appeared at the door of her study and handed a secret letter to the maid at the door of the study.
Opening the secret note from the hand of the maid, she showed some satisfaction on her face, "It is true that Zhao Yaofei has some talent to change her mind. Arrange him to go to Dayan, there should be room for him to flex his muscles. "
The yellow-robed practitioner didn't dare to raise his head, and kept bowing slightly. Hearing her words, the yellow-robed practitioner respectfully said yes, and then asked, "I want to know your opinion on Fang Xiumu."
"It's useless, so kill it naturally." She shook her head and said, "The Holy One will naturally choose a replacement, so that the family should stop thinking about making fuss about this matter."
The queen's face was flawless, but her eyes were as cold as the water of the Wei River at that time.
In the water of the Weihe River, a white figure moves forward like a fairy in the water.
She doesn't need to come up to the surface to take a breath, and she can always move forward at such an amazing speed underwater. She is naturally Bai Shanshui.
The water area has always been the safest place to escape for her. After she got rid of Lian Bo and others with the help of Zhao Yizhi, she returned to the Weihe River. However, she knew that the crisis might not be over, so she never let go.
At this time, in front of her eyes, she finally saw the waterline with clear boundaries.
Behind the bright waters, there is an incomparably deep color and an amazingly vast world.
She knew that she had heard of the Weihe River and reached the deep sea.
Here, the real Jiaolong goes to sea, and it is impossible for anyone to kill her.
Her heart relaxed slightly, the strange blush on her face disappeared, and a mouthful of reverse blood gushed out from her mouth.
The boredom filled with tin and iron in her chest and abdomen finally subsided slightly, but her face suddenly changed again, and a coldness made her whole body tremble unconsciously.
The elixir that made her suppress the injury was too powerful, and the time she had forced to raise her true energy this time was too long. At this time, the entire sea of Qi was a little unstable, and the circulating true essence and the energy of the five internal organs actually retreated. It has reached the level of the sixth realm.
Her figure continued to move forward with the current, and gradually fell into deep shadows. On her formerly lonely and proud face, there was a trace of unspeakable bitterness.
Bai Shanshui is not the only loser in this overall situation.
In fact, for all the great rebellions of the Great Qin Dynasty, there were not many moments of victory in the battle with the Great Qin Dynasty in these years.
So there are fewer and fewer people like her and Zhao Si.
Zhao Sijing was sitting in a room with a thick smell of makeup, looking at Jing Mozong who pushed open the half-covered door and entered the room, her eyes still had the stabbing meaning in her eyes.
"Looks like I made the right bet this time?"
She first said this sentence in a self-deprecating manner, and then looked at Jing Mozong lightly and asked: "Wang Taixu won't come, what do you mean by asking you to come?"
Jing Mozong bowed deeply, and said: "He asked me to learn swords from Mr.
"This is his condition?" Zhao Si looked at him sympathetically, and said, "If you want to learn swords, you must first become Zhao Jianlu's sword."
Jing Mozong said: "Mr. Taixu has already told me, and I am not from Qin."
Zhao Si sneered, "It seems that I did not underestimate his courage, but you...why do you think you are qualified to be Zhao Jianlu's sword?"
Jing Mozong didn't know how to answer.
For him, Zhao Jianlu was indeed too tall, an existence that he couldn't look up to.
Zhao Si lowered his eyelids, and a breathless light flowed from between her, cutting towards Jing Mozong's right wrist.
Jing Mozong's body shook, but he didn't dodge.
This ray of light cut through the blood vessels in his wrist, and the blood flowed out slowly and continuously. Drops of blood fell on the ground below, making a clear sound.
Zhao Si looked at him, and said lightly: "If you dare to shed all the blood in your body, I will make you Zhao Jianlu's sword."
Jing Mozong raised his head and looked at her, letting the blood flow from his hands.
Zhao Si didn't move all the time, as if he wanted to watch him die.
Even if Jing Mozong finally couldn't hold it anymore, fell to the ground slumped, and began to fall into a coma, she didn't move.
There was almost no blood flowing from his wrist, and when his vitality began to disappear, Zhao Sicai took a deep breath and stretched out his hand.
Dozens of drops of blood suddenly oozed from her fingertips, and then elongated in the air, turning into dozens of extremely long thin needles, which sank into Jing Mozong's body orifices.
The five internal organs in Jing Mozong's body felt the hope of life, and then stimulated by a fiery dryness, they became more active.
Zhao Si smiled coldly, and said to himself: "Unexpectedly, among the street people here, there is actually a person who can carry my Zhao Jianlu sword."