When the moon is over, the night is the thickest, but it is the busiest time in Changling Fish Market.
In the room burning with agarwood, a black bamboo grows lonely, and then quietly disappears.
The woman in the red shirt stood in front of the window with her zither in her arms, her eyes were covered by the overlapping dark awnings, but her mind turned to the place where several battles took place today.
Her face was slightly sentimental as usual, thinking of the two women who fought hard on the Weihe River that day, and thinking of the sword that the eldest lady of the Gongsun family used today, her mood swings were more and more intense.
Another black bamboo appeared out of nowhere in the open space behind her, but it didn't disappear with her breathing as before, but suddenly bloomed, producing crimson flowers.
As the bamboo bloomed, mysterious changes also appeared in her body.
Her skin quickly became as pure black as Hei Zhu's, and then quickly faded away, no different from usual.
The blackness in the pupils of her eyes expanded a little more than usual, making her eyes darker but brighter.
A black bamboo plant in the black shadow outside the door of this room also began to shake violently.
The old servant who had been following her on weekdays knocked on the door and entered, looked at her, but remained silent.
He knew that she could break through the realm a long time ago, but she has never broken through, which is equivalent to an invisible contract with those dignitaries in Changling, making Changling give her a safe place.
"That day when Bai Shanshui and Zhao Si fought on the Weihe River, I felt something."
The old servant of the merchant did not speak, but she began to speak, still in the extremely gentle and sad tone: "Both of them have lost their country and family. If you think about it, I am not the same. My family does not exist. Here Changling is also a lonely ghost, always a thorn in his side, so many things have happened today, if you want to be alone, how can you be alone."
The merchant's old servant continued to be silent for a while, and said: "Miss still remembers the family's grudge after all."
"Remember not only the enmity in the family, but also the kindness you have received."
The woman in the red shirt said softly, "I have been stable in Changling for so many years, at least I know that if that person hadn't rushed back back then, there would be no one left in the business. I am an orphan, revenge is nothing Hope, this enmity has faded away, but En is remembered instead. I am restless today, after all, it is because of the nine dead silkworms."
She turned her head to look at the old servant who was always hunched over, and then said: "Bai Shanshui, Zhao Si, and Miss Gongsun, what kind of people are these people, if it weren't for the nine-dead silkworm, I wouldn't believe that they would be here today." As long as the nine-dead silkworms are here, this Changling will not be quiet. After all, we will not be able to stay in the fish market safely. Whether it is that kind of people, Zheng Xiu will put us in that category Humanoid, after all, to her and Yuan Wu, we are just small fish that slipped through the net back then."
The merchant's old servant was silent for a long time, and finally heaved a long sigh and stopped talking.
Some grandmasters of the seventh realm died, and some people quietly broke through and became grandmasters who stepped into the seventh realm. The situation is changing, and there are countless grievances and grievances. This is the real Changling.
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Mo Shoucheng walked into the camp of the Tiger Wolf Northern Army.
Huang Zhenwei followed behind him respectfully.
Some officials of the Shendu Prison quietly dispersed and withdrew from the area where the huge iron spears fell and formed a blizzard that no six realms could enter.
In the center of the camp, Liang Lian's body did not restrain himself, and was still lying where he died.
The ice and snow on his body had melted away, and in the hot summer, the ice and snow turned into water and seeped into the ground below him.
Instead, his body became shriveled, and the dark color seeped into his body.
He looked nothing like a general who had just died in battle, but a mummy that had been dead for many years and then dragged out of the mud.
Mo Shoucheng stood in front of Liang Lian's body and remained silent for a long time.
"After all, he is the one who fights for my Great Qin."
After he said this, he photographed a large banner from afar and covered Liang Lian's body.
"It's a nine-dead silkworm."
Then he turned around, nodded to Huang Zhenwei, and said.
Huang Zhenwei's eyes were extremely shocked. He knew that if the old man was so sure, it meant that the nine-dead silkworm was not a fiction, but a real existence, and it had grown to an astonishing level, even enough to kill Liang Lian.
Mo Shoucheng nodded again, and said: "It was Yi Yi Tian who killed him... It is one of the strongest sword intents of that person, and it can cut a Yi Yi Tian Di before any powerful force."
Huang Zhenwei couldn't speak, he could only listen.
Mo Shoucheng went on to say: "The one who killed Liang Lian did not reach the seventh level. He was able to use such a sword intent before reaching the seventh level... The man back then could not comprehend such a sword intent until the seventh level."
Huang Zhenwei was even more speechless, he couldn't believe that there was a more talented existence in this world than that person back then
"Perhaps that person had an heir many years ago, but that heir has never been revealed."
"Perhaps that person has accepted the matter of his apprentice long ago, and even the queen didn't know about it, and he didn't tell the queen about his matter."
Mo Shoucheng was different from usual, he didn't give Huang Zhenwei much time to think independently, and then said: "The queen will go crazy."
Huang Zhenwei suddenly raised his head.
He couldn't think about all the meanings contained in this sentence at this time, but just the word "Queen" seemed to make him feel that kind of indifference.
"The Nine Dead Silkworms and the Nine Nether Underworld Swords appeared at the same time. Bai Shanshui killed Xu Fenqin, Zhao Si diverted the Queen's sword, and the Nine Dead Silkworms entered and exited here through the underground Yin River. These are not isolated."
Mo Shoucheng looked directly at Huang Zhenwei, and said slowly: "The only thing in this world that can disturb the queen's mind is the nine-death silkworm. If you know who the descendant of the nine-death silkworm is, there won't be much trouble, but now the nine-death silkworm The silkworm's descendant is still unknown, and it is far stronger than she imagined... I am most worried about her, and I am worried about what she will do next."
Huang Zhenwei's face began to pale.
He thought of many past events in Changling three years before Emperor Yuanwu ascended the throne.
At last he began to really understand what his teacher was worried about.
"The Holy One is already in the eighth realm, the government is well-organized and the people are harmonious, and the Great Qin Dynasty is unprecedentedly strong. Even if the Nine Dead Silkworms have reached this point, even if the people of Bai Shanshui and Zhao Jianlu are getting stronger and stronger, compared to the current Great Qin Dynasty, they are still too weak. .”
Mo Shoucheng knew that he understood, but he continued: "After the Lushan League, the other three dynasties threatened to disappear, and the queen acted without any scruples. If she becomes ruthless, she will become even more ruthless."
Huang Zhenwei's breathing became difficult, "Teacher, what should I do now?"
Mo Shoucheng looked at this beloved disciple, with a look of love and affection in his eyes, he sighed softly, and said: "Check, find out who is the nine-dead silkworm..."
After a slight pause, he turned his head to look at Liang Lian's body which had been covered by the banner, and then said: "Come here to kill him, there will be a way in and out, and there will be traces. The only way to find out is who really got the nine deaths." Those who inherit silkworms, the queen will not go crazy."
Huang Zhenwei felt puzzled again.
Isn't it the matter of Shendujian and Jiantiansi to investigate these
Why does my teacher have to check it by himself
But he is one of the wisest people in Changling after all, so he quickly understood what the old man meant, "Teacher, you don't trust Shendujian and Jiantiansi?"
"In Changling, never trust anyone too much."
Mo Shoucheng smiled bitterly, and said, "And I don't have much time."
Huang Zhenwei looked at his eyes that suddenly dimmed and turned yellow, his heart tightened instantly, and he cried out in shock, "Teacher..."
Mo Shoucheng waved his hand and said softly, "There are still three months at most."
Hearing these words, Huang Zhenwei was haunted by great pain, he couldn't believe it was true, he couldn't believe that this old man who had guarded the city for many years was really about to leave the city, but he Yet he knew it was very real.
"It's just because I don't have enough time, so everything has to be fast."
Mo Shoucheng said softly but seriously: "Like a dead candle, someone will always find a way to use its last light to do something."