When two powerful practitioners from outside the Great Qin Dynasty were directly killed by Shao Renren, the most murderous person in the Minshan Sword Sect, without even having time to use their best methods, the maid Rong surnamed Rong walked through the continuous barracks and walked into the The Chinese army camp where Liang Lian was located sat down opposite Liang Lian.
Liang Lian is taking medicine.
The medicine juice in the medicine bowl was as thick as ink, and it looked extremely bitter. Ordinary people would like to drink it up in one gulp, and then seal it with a spoonful of sugar, but he was expressionless and drank it slowly like drinking tea.
The maid surnamed Rong looked at him indifferently, and said, "Your Majesty is very disappointed in you."
"I'm disappointed too."
Liang Lian stopped, looked at the concoction in the bowl, was silent for a moment, and then said: "I thought it was because I was greedy and not satisfied. At least one fief can be found, but until yesterday, I realized that these are all my own extravagant wishes. The Holy Majesty and her wholeheartedly wanted to prevent people from remembering the Bashan Sword Field and those people, and to make their names random. How could someone like me be made a Marquis if the years before the Holy Majesty ascended the throne disappeared together?"
"My existence is to remind many people of those past events." After a pause, Liang Lian smiled sarcastically, his smile was cold, like the cold light flashing on the cluster of arrows on the battlefield when they flew across the sky.
"This is just your personal idea." The maid surnamed Rong looked at Liang Lian without changing her face, and said, "Although my mother is very disappointed in you, she still agrees with your ability. As long as General Liang is dedicated to his duty, the future history books , the disgraceful things about General Liang will also be erased, and only your achievements will be remembered."
"The reason why those people in the Bashan Sword Field disappeared was because they looked too far away and couldn't see what was in front of them. Who would see so far regardless of what is in front of them?" Liang Lian looked at the maid surnamed Rong coldly, "I just want to know What will you bring from her?"
The palace maid surnamed Rong looked at him and said quietly: "The empress will let you lead the army to South Vietnam. If possible, she hopes that you can be a Marquis in South Vietnam like other Marquis outside the customs."
Liang Lian's eyes narrowed slightly, he picked up the medicine bowl and drank it in one gulp, the medicine juice was like a knife entering his throat, his voice suddenly became extremely cold: "Nanyue is a Marquis? The empress really thinks highly of me, not to mention that Nanyue cultivators have all methods It's extremely weird, the climate just can't adapt, the winter is extremely cold, the summer is extremely hot, the miasma of snakes and insects, none of which kills people, our army's good at speed riding and shooting and chariot advancing tactics are almost useless... "
"Your Majesty asked you to go, not to listen to your suggestion, but to make you obey. Telling you this news in advance is to allow you to prepare, and it represents her respect for you." The maid surnamed Rong's voice was flat, but absolutely He interrupted Liang Lian's words mercilessly, "As for her letting you go to South Vietnam, of course there are her arrangements. When will you see her and let those who are useful to Daqin die?"
After saying this, she stood up, and without looking at Liang Lian's face, she gave a deep salute to Liang Lian, then turned and walked out.
Liang Lian turned his head, looked out from the window of the tent, looked at some eaves of Changling, and was silent for a long time.
In the past many years, all he wanted to do was to climb up, and he didn't want to be a dog led by his neck with a rope. Sometimes it doesn't look like a dog.
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The carriage in midsummer is very stuffy. After the battles that destroyed Han, Zhao, and Wei dynasties, and the bloody years before Yuan Wu ascended the throne, now not only the entire Changling and the Great Qin Dynasty, but even the whole world, like Bashan in the past. In the sword field, those who can fight against several or even a dozen of the seventh-level powerhouses are very rare, extremely rare. There are fewer and fewer strong people against the sky, and now the ones driving for him are strong people of this level, so Ding Ning is very relieved to roll up the curtains and let the wind flow in from the windows on both sides.
The windows of the car are opened, the air flows, and people on the road can also see the people in the car.
In the streets and alleys of Changling, a middle-aged man in a silk blouse greeted him, saluted from a distance, and respectfully said: "Mr. Taixu asked me to bring the letter."
The carriage stopped slightly, and Shao Killer didn't feel any danger, so he didn't show any murderous intentions.
"my people."
Ding Ning whispered something towards his back.
Shao Ren kept silent, nodded slightly, and drove the carriage to the side of the middle-aged man who delivered the letter for Wang Taixu.
The middle-aged man handed in the letter paper he was holding tightly in his hand through the car window, then took two steps back and stood respectfully waiting.
Ding Ning opened the letter paper, his eyes fell on the opened letter paper, and his body froze suddenly.
After a while, he raised his head and said to the middle-aged man outside the window: "I'll go directly to Moyuan, and ask Wang Taixu to take my aunt to Moyuan."
The middle-aged man saluted respectfully, then retreated.
Looking at the respectful attitude of this middle-aged man, and thinking about what that Jianghu figure named Wang Taixu and Ding Ning have done in the past six months, Shao Ren could not help shaking his head slightly. The young man who came from a wine shop was not an ordinary person, but his opponents in the sword club regarded him as an ordinary person.
Thinking so in his heart, he didn't say anything, and the carriage walked unhurriedly through the streets and alleys of Changling, heading towards Moyuan.
There have been too many disputes, and too many murders. Shao's killing is just entrusted by Baili Suxue to protect Ding Ning and kill all those who want to kill Ding Ning. He has no interest in intervening in any forces in Changling. Conspiracy, when the carriage stopped in front of Mo Garden, he said: "I'll wait here, don't worry about me."
These were the words Ding Ning liked to hear the most. He walked out of the carriage with some difficulty, and saluted and thanked this cultivator who had been killing people all his life and seemed to have no idea what to do other than killing people.
The high wall of the ink garden has already been opened, and many pavements along the street have been built. Seeing Ding Ning walking out of the carriage, many neighbors who were busy with their work in the pavement immediately shouted and surrounded him with excited yells.
Ding Ning won the first place in the Minshan Sword Club in order to fulfill his promise to Xue Wangxu and win glory for Baiyangdong. However, Daqin established the country with martial arts and swords. For these neighbors who moved from Wutongluo, This is naturally a supreme honor.
The way they express their love and admiration for Ding Ning is also very simple and direct. The noodle shop owner who knows Ding Ning the most yells the loudest, "Ding Ning, you old man, I won't accept any noodles next time you come to my shop." money."
Hearing the shouts of these people, Ding Ning knew where their happiness came from, so he also yelled, "That is, without the care of the neighbors in the neighborhood, without the bowl of noodles every day, how can we get the first place!"
Together with these words, it was like another firecracker was lit in a festive scene, and there was a burst of cheers and applause.
Ding Ning thanked them with a smile, and patiently talked with these neighbors for a while, and then entered the inner garden under the half hug and half support of these neighbors.
Several maidservants arranged by Wang Taixu were already waiting inside, and sent Ding Ning to the small courtyard where the ancestor of the Zhou family lived in the ink garden.
In the small courtyard, a middle-aged man who always looked a bit immodest was already waiting for his arrival.
"It was your fault before, but now it's mine."
When Ding Ning saw this person, he couldn't help but shook his head and sighed softly.
This middle-aged man was naturally Wang Taixu, he looked at Ding Ning's pale face and laughed.
"What should I do next?"
Then, he restrained his smile, and asked Ding Ning directly and softly.
He is now the most powerful figure in Changling, but this power has always come from the deals and gifts of Ding Ning and the military dignitaries. Before Ding Ning won the first place in the Minshan Sword Club, his relationship with the military dignitaries could still be maintained, but now, everything may change.
He is not worried about his own life or death, but he is worried about the safety of many people who follow him in Changling.
"It won't be worse than before, it will only be better."
Ding Ning lay down on a bamboo recliner in front of him, then looked at this worried Changling Jianghu hero, and said seriously: "Zheng Xiu wrote a letter to my senior brother himself, asking him to leave my side .She is the person who knows how to balance and deal best, so she will definitely throw out a lot of conditions that are compensation for me."
"In the past, you and I were both rootless duckweeds, but now it's different. Our backer is the Minshan Sword Sect."
After Ding Ning paused, he looked at Wang Taixu and continued: "Since she can't stop me from winning the first place in the Minshan Sword Sect, the next thing she has to do is to bribe her. Using a useful person, It will always be more useful to her than destroying a person."
Wang Taixu frowned slightly, he thought about these words carefully, and said: "Then we just need to wait?"
"Waiting for her arrangement, as well as the arrangement of the Minshan Sword Sect. Strictly speaking, you and I belong to the Minshan Sword Sect now." Ding Ning said calmly, "But you must first check for me. Come out, where did my senior brother go?"
Wang Taixu nodded.
"Your letter said that although Bai Shanshui escaped, one of her companions might have entered the Great Floating Prison?" Ding Ning asked.
Wang Taixu couldn't understand why Ding Ning deliberately mentioned this matter, but he still nodded and said, "Exactly."
"The people who supervise Tiansi sometimes go to Wutongluo these days, why?"
Ding Ning continued to ask.
Wang Taixu did not answer.
He could hear that this was Ding Ning's self-talk, and it was not his problem, but Ding Ning's problem.