The middle-aged Xuanfu official took the order to retreat with chills. Before the Lushan League, the mistress in the palace had already controlled some things in Changling to the point of covering the sky with one hand, but now it is just this trivial matter , is enough to make him soberly aware that her control over Changling practitioners will be even stricter in the future.
"Let General Liang come in."
The beauty in the palace gave a light drink to the retired middle-aged official in Xuanfu.
Steady footsteps sounded in the silent courtyard, and an unspeakable murderous aura poured into the study room. Military boots crossed the vermilion threshold, and Liang Lian appeared in front of this palace beauty.
Without any salute, Liang Lian slowly raised his head when he entered the study, his face was as indifferent as water.
"You probably find it very unpleasant."
The indifference on the face of the beauty in the palace also quickly turned into indifference. She looked over Liang Lian's straight body like a sword, and looked at the blue sky through the window: "On weekdays, the empress will see you in person, but today I will see you." You, and let you wait for me, but I can tell you, if you can't come up with some satisfactory confession, I will always see you from now on."
Liang thought of the perfect face of the empress in the harem, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "When is she going to drive me out of Changling?"
The beauty in the palace withdrew her gaze and landed on him, saying: "The Minshan Sword Club is over."
"As soon as the Lushan League ended, she really lost her patience."
Liang Lian shook his head, then turned and left without saying anything.
The face of the beauty in the palace did not change at all, but quietly added: "The Minshan Sword Festival will be held ten days later."
Liang Lian was crossing the vermilion lacquer threshold, when he heard her words, his brows suddenly frowned, and his raised foot paused slightly in the air.
"The Minshan Sword Sect will open the mountain in ten days."
The middle-aged Xuanfu official who left the study room before Liang Lian had already boarded a black carriage waiting for him. While lowering the curtain, he whispered to a young official standing respectfully beside the carriage. this sentence.
The morning breeze was still cool, but the area around the Zhou Family Mo Garden, which was supposed to be quiet, was tinkling and bustling.
Around a high wall that has been demolished, at least five or six groups of craftsmen are busy, and some residents who used to live in Wutongluoli are moving things to the garden. It is everywhere in the garden. Quite a few neighbors gathered around the house they had chosen, but they were frowning and discussing what to add. Should we not add a stove in such an exquisite house, where the patched bedding is piled up Is the carved bed too shabby to match
Some neighbors from the nearby streets and alleys rushed over to watch the excitement. They talked admiringly about how inaccessible Moyuan was before, and at the same time kindly reminded where the nearest market is, which can be used to wash vegetables recently. Where are the wells and ponds of rice...
"The Zhou Family Moyuan was so cold back then. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a practice sword academy. This boy from the wine shop has only moved here for a few days, but he insisted on turning it into a market. It is really a big joke. "
In the elegant room on the second floor of a tea house not far away, a middle-aged man in plain clothes mocked slightly: "Perhaps Zheng Xiu would never have imagined that the boy from the wine shop would express his dissatisfaction by playing around like this."
"So the Minshan Sword Sect will open the mountain in ten days?" A man in black beside him smiled coldly, "If it's just to respond to the dissatisfaction of this wine shop boy, don't let this wine shop boy have enough preparations? Time, that's the joke for everyone."
The man in black has a handsome face and looks extremely young, but there is a hint of white in his eyebrows. There is no terrible aura on his body, but it makes people feel a strong sense of danger.
The middle-aged man in plain clothes turned his head to look at the man in black, and said in a slow voice: "This is foreseeable... Before the Lushan League, the family members who did not make her unhappy could seek peace in Changling, but she He and Yuan Wu accomplished everything they wanted before and after the Lushan League, and from now on, it will not only be a question of whether or not to offend her, but who she chooses will be the pillars of the future Great Qin, and who must be eliminated The problem."
The man in black sneered, and said: "So this is a joke that Zheng Xiu deliberately played with me on everyone. She just wanted to see who would not accept it. The Lushan League is nothing more than the Yuanwu War. This Minshan Sword Club is because she wants to take care of my internal affairs thoroughly."
The middle-aged man in Su Yi said with emotion: "The young man from the wine shop has sharp eyes, and he used this method to express his dissatisfaction with her, but no matter what, even if we don't intervene, it's just the intention of Lord Li Ling and the Queen. It is impossible to go far in the Minshan Sword Club, let alone enter the final top three."
"Since Zheng Xiu is making such a joke, why not let everyone come and have fun."
The man in black looked at the black and white brilliance of Mo Yuan, and said calmly: "I bet this boy can enter the final top three."
…
The sudden advance of the Minshan sword meeting does not mean that the empress of Qin is narrow-minded, or that the court lady who works for her is narrow-minded, and that she is angry with a young man in a wine shop, but it represents a kind of wantonness, or a kind of Domineering.
In the twelfth year of Yuanwu in the Great Qin Dynasty, after the end of the Lushan League, in the season when late spring and early summer intersect, the Great Qin Dynasty, which has been hiding its power for many years, has originally secured the throne and the successor with the momentum of those who follow me prosper and those who oppose me perish. The emperor and queen finally showed their arrogance again.
In the small courtyard where the ancestor of the Zhou family lived, Ding Ning looked at Wang Taixu whose complexion had turned completely rosy, frowned and asked, "Is the news true?"
Wang Taixu glanced at him and said, "It's more solid than a solid stone."
After a moment of silence, Ding Ning said, "Help me prepare the carriage, I'm going back to Baiyang Cave right away."
"What are you going to do?"
When Wang Taixu left, the figure of Changsun Qianxue appeared behind Ding Ning, her cold voice was rarely filled with unspeakable solemnity.
"Dozens of days have turned into ten days. According to normal means, you will never have time to raise your cultivation level from the middle-rank of the three realms to the top-rank of the three realms. Since Zheng Xiu has clearly expressed this meaning, you will not be able to do so in less than three realms." If you are at the top level, it should be very difficult to win from the Minshan Sword Club. If you can’t win, you won’t be able to enter the Minshan Sword School to practice the method you want, and you will die soon.”
"But if you use extraordinary means to raise your cultivation base to the top level of the three realms in this short period of time... your secret may be exposed, and you will die by then."
"No matter which option you choose, this seems to be a dead end. I can't figure it out, so I want to know what you are going to do when you go to Baiyang Cave?"
Changsun Qianxue's long eyelashes trembled slightly, looking at the calm Ding Ning and asked.
"I will not expose the nine-dead silkworm."
"This is not a dead end without any chance... because everyone thinks that I am cultivating the ordinary spiritual source road truth, but in fact, what I got from the scripture cave of Baiyang Cave at the beginning was to cut three corpses Without my natal nerves.”
…
The carriage driven by Zhang Yi began to gallop towards Baiyang Cave.
"Little brother..."
The wind messed up Zhang Yi's hair and his heart, so that he made another mistake and called out the little junior brother he was used to addressing.
"nothing."
Ding Ning, who had his eyes slightly closed in the carriage, slightly raised his head, thought for a while, and said, "The Cave Master's health is not very good. Looking at it from another perspective, it is a good thing that the Minshan Sword Club will be brought forward."
Zhang Yi was taken aback, and suddenly felt that something was blocked in his throat, and he was speechless for a while. After a while, he nodded and said softly, "How much confidence do you have?"
"Seventy percent." Ding Ning thought about it seriously and said.
"Seventy percent?" Zhang Yi exclaimed in shock.
He was really shocked because he could hear that Ding Ning was not joking. Only he, Shen Yi and Xue Wangxu knew that what Ding Ning wanted to do was not to enter the final top ten in the Minshan Sword Club. Or the top three, but to win the championship!
Ding Ning nodded calmly, and said in a soft self-deprecating voice: "You have already bet your life, if you can't get 70% certainty in exchange, then it is really too weak..."
…
The mountain gate of Baiyang Cave was quiet and quiet. After a few simple conversations with an uncle, Zhang Yi and Ding Ning flew up the mountain path. Zhang Yi’s figure stopped outside the Sutra Cave, while Ding Ning continued to go up. Finally, it swept into the front of the thatched cottage in the gorge.
As in the past practice, Ding Ning sat down on the futon in one of the huts, then closed his eyes calmly, and almost instantly entered the state of practice of Vipassana.
However, the difference from his usual practice is that the moment he started to practice this time, the aura on Ding Ning's body became violent.
Countless silkworm sounds resounded from his body, and these silkworm sounds gave people the feeling that countless small silkworms that had been hungry for a long time were all moving towards his body, tearing fresh mulberry leaves with all their strength. , into his stomach.
A slightly pale light radiated from his body.
There was a cracking sound, and the futon woven with some kind of spiritual grass was instantly torn into countless pieces.
The aura that was originally released slowly turned into a violent torrent at this moment, pouring into his body at an astonishing speed.
At the same time, his tightly clenched right hand seemed to become transparent, emitting countless starlight.
His five fingers were slowly stretched apart by a strange force.
Wang Yubi, who was originally pure white, was suspended in his palm, and countless lines of starlight flew around his body, like an independent small world.
Ding Ning's body shook slightly, and there were five consecutive light sounds from his body, as if five sets of shackles had been released, and the aura outside his body became violent again for several minutes!
His face became a little sickly red, and then wisps of multicolored sunlight kept coming out from his skin, getting stronger and stronger, as if burning blazingly outside of him!