Countless people have countless opinions.
It's just that this night is very tormenting for most of the practitioners in Changling.
The majestic and unstoppable force falling from the turret, one after another, each of them often leads to the death of a powerful practitioner, or the demise of a practice site.
Or surrender.
They knew that the old man guarding the city was very strong, but they were still shocked by this powerful force that seemed to never get tired one after another. They just thought that they still underestimated the strength of this old man.
"It's crazy."
In a certain alley, a practitioner with a sword sensed the powerful forces falling from the turret one after another, imagined the bloody meaning contained in that force, and said to his partner beside him with an extremely ugly face: "Even if the Queen As expected, all the practice sites are completely surrendered to the imperial palace, and they are all recruited like an army, but she doesn't want to think about it. These practice sites and these reclusive masters are usually the barriers of Changling. The real reason why many practitioners from the outer dynasty dare not easily enter Changling! Even if the queen can succeed, the future Changling will be empty."
"So what if it's empty?"
The partner beside him also had an extremely ugly face, and said coldly: "Maybe she just wants to let Changling be empty and bring in those outsiders. In this way, the whole Changling will be a huge trap."
"Moshoucheng has produced so many swords today, doesn't he want to think about the old merchants?"
The practitioner with the sword said this angrily, but in the next moment, his body stiffened.
A man in a pale yellow robe walked past a stone path in front of him.
Behind the man in a light yellow robe, some officials and attendants followed from a distance.
Many practitioners in Changling knew this gentle man in a pale yellow robe as Huang Zhenwei.
And the Mo Shoucheng he criticized was Huang Zhenwei's most respected teacher.
Huang Zhenwei walked through this alley area.
He heard the conversation of the two practitioners clearly, but there was no anger in his body, only more and more pain and sorrow.
He knew that what the two ordinary practitioners in the street said was correct.
As the executor of the queen's will, his teacher Mo Shoucheng is destined to be the recipient of many wrath.
Many people will hate the queen, but they will also hate Mo Shoucheng who killed their teacher.
If Mo Shoucheng was an ambitious general like Liang Lian, Huang Zhenwei might feel better at this time.
But he knew that Moshou City at this time was just a dying oil lamp, offering its last light to this dynasty.
And he is very aware of Mo Shoucheng's physical condition. He knows that Mo Shoucheng is very tired at this time, and every time he uses such a force, it will be a heavy burden on his body.
So every time the power on the turret appeared, he felt more and more helpless.
He has been searching for clues for a long time without sleep, but he still can't find any clues.
At this moment, he sensed another force coming from the turret, and this force was even greater than before.
This invisible force like heaven's punishment fell to Changling City, Huang Zhenwei knew that there was the Banshan Sword Hall.
It is one of the practice places with the largest number of students and teachers in Changling City.
Feeling such a majestic sword, the picture of that place almost appeared in his mind.
Many students and teachers fought against the army with swords, but at this moment, the terrifying sword intent subsided, and those students and teachers who held swords in front of the Banshan Sword Hall all turned into waves of blood.
"teacher!"
Huang Zhenwei cried out in pain.
He knew that when the sword fell, his teacher must be extremely exhausted, and he knew that the teacher who made the sword was in more pain than he was at this moment.
A gap of several feet suddenly appeared in front of the Banshan Sword Hall.
A wave of blood rose up from the chasm.
There are many dim sword lights, many broken sword pieces, and many broken corners of robes in the blood wave.
After this gap, many of the remaining students and teachers of the Banshan Sword Hall couldn't believe their eyes, they couldn't believe that so many teachers and friends who were still in front of them before one breath were crushed by such a force, and then directly turned into one like this blood wave.
Waves of blood surged up like a wall.
As if covering the moonlight, the entire bright moon seemed to turn blood red.
Behind this gap, the practitioners of the Banshan Sword Hall trembled unconsciously, unable to take a step forward.
On the turret, the wrinkles on Mo Shoucheng's face deepened a few points, so deep that the skin on his face was bloody, as if these wrinkles had turned into cracks, and the blood in his body was about to seep out of these cracks.
The stern general who was following him supported the rattan chair he was sitting on, and couldn't help but said, "Do you want to take a rest?"
Mo Shoucheng shook his head and said, "Others can rest, but I can't."
The stern general lowered his head slowly.
He knew that after tonight, many people would remember that Moshou City had killed countless people that night, but few people were sure that Moshou City had prevented more people from dying.
…
Tonight, no one in Changling turned their attention to the medical clinic that was taken over by the Xie family.
The eldest grandson Qianxue's mood was also more agitated than usual, so the wind and snow in her room were more wanton than usual.
Although they were on the same bed, she and Ding Ning were only sitting side by side with a distance of half a foot.
"Are you sure my vitality can heal you?"
Looking at Ding Ning beside her who was constantly shivering from the cold, she asked coldly.
"Your vitality is like a long-term addicted drug to me." Ding Ning looked at her, nodded with certainty, and said seriously: "The body is used to having this kind of vitality. When facing Liang Lian, release all of it. After going out, the body can't adapt to it."
The eldest grandson Qianxue was silent for a while, and said, "It's just because I'm used to each other."
Ding Ning shook his head without hesitation, "It's not just because of habit."
The eldest grandson Qianxue was silent for a long time, and said, "Is there really a chance to do it all over again?"
Ding Ning was also silent for a long time, and said: "What you have to face in life is your own will in the end, and what you are looking for in the end is only your own inner peace. When you understand what you really want, when you really see clearly, everything will go smoothly. It's natural."
"Let it take its course?" Changsun Qianxue smiled very rarely, she looked at the direction of the invisible force falling from the turret, "Many things happened tonight, can't help but remind people of many things many years ago. People can really let go of hatred What? If the whole family is destroyed and all her relatives die because of a certain person, will she forgive that person?"
Ding Ning lowered his head slightly. He didn't answer Changsun Qianxue's question, and he didn't look at Changsun Qianxue's bleak smile. He just said slowly: "All grievances and enmities will eventually come to an end. I don't like this city. Then we can leave."
The eldest grandson Qianxue suddenly turned her head and looked at him.
"The ones who died tonight were the practitioners who refused to bend to Zheng Xiu's wishes, but the one who bore the brunt was the Minshan Sword Sect."
Ding Ning said slowly: "If Zheng Xiu wants to succeed completely, if she wants to prove to everyone that she has made up her mind, the only way is to make Minshan Sword Sect obey her orders."
The eldest grandson Qianxue said in a slightly cold voice, "Will Baili Suxue agree?"
"He will."
Ding Ning nodded and said: "Because what Zheng Xiu did tonight will make him understand that Zheng Xiu will do whatever it takes, and Minshan Sword Sect bears the brunt of it. The sooner he agrees, the less Zheng Xiu will ask him to pay."
After a pause, Ding Ning sneered slightly: "This is a transaction between the rich and powerful. No one will explain it, but they all know the size. At this time, Zheng Xiu just wants him to show some attitude. And Baili Suxue will agree. On the one hand, it is because Jing Liuli and I are both in Changling, for him, this is the future of the Minshan Sword Sect."
"Jing Liuli should be allowed to return to the Minshan Sword Sect."
"According to Zheng Xiu's attitude, I should be transferred to a border battlefield somewhere, with those students who dare to defy her orders."
"But I am a disciple of Minshan Sword Sect after all, so if I ask to bring some people there, I should be allowed."
Because he was afraid that his eldest grandson Qianxue would object, Ding Ning added after saying this, "The real best strategy is to follow the trend, follow the opponent's wishes, and then use the opponent. Follow the opponent's intentions, and also You can often predict the enemy’s opportunity.”
Changsun Qianxue turned her head away, no longer looking at him at all, and no longer thinking about his words, she just said coldly: "In my opinion, it's just because you know her too well."
For some reason, Ding Ning couldn't help but smiled slightly, and then said: "This is just one aspect of it."