In the morning light, when Hou Hou of Hengshan, who was like a mountain of meat, walked into the medical hall where Ding Ning was, many people in Changling were looking up at the turrets in Changling City.
After one night, they really discovered the strength of this old man, and they realized that this old man might even be the strongest practitioner in Changling under Emperor Yuanwu.
It's just that when most of them looked at the turrets in the morning light, the resentment in their eyes was far greater than the awe.
Few people can get in touch with this old man, so few people will be able to understand the heart of this old man.
Especially those who are still alive in the place of practice that was forced to obey overnight, just remember how many people this old man killed in that night, how many familiar people around them, and even respected by heart The person who died at the hands of the old man.
"Teacher, I can't find any clues about the nine-dead silkworm."
In the morning light, Huang Zhenwei climbed up to the top of the turret again. He looked at the old man who was sitting on the rattan chair, who was so old that he couldn't describe it after a night. His eyes were full of pain, "I'm thinking now, Did you deliberately give me such a hope, so that I would not stay by your side or stop you. Nine dead silkworms are too exhaustive, so how can someone like me find them?"
Listening to his words, Mo Shoucheng laughed, and then said softly seriously: "Don't belittle yourself, you are my student."
Even the stern general standing behind him knew that this sentence was the greatest compliment.
Because the entire Changling knew that Mo Shoucheng only accepted two students, one was Emperor Yuanwu in the early years, and Huang Zhenwei later.
"There's no point in doubting me or yourself now."
Mo Shoucheng raised his head slowly, and as he raised his head, there seemed to be another crack in the sky, and another huge force fell to a certain place in Changling.
Huang Zhenwei smelled blood.
Mo Shoucheng's sword fell too far away, even if there was a wave of blood like last night, it would be difficult for Huang Zhenwei to smell the blood there.
The bloody smell at this time came from Mo Shoucheng's body, from the wrinkles on his face.
Real blood flowed from the wrinkles on Mo Shoucheng's face.
His face seemed to have been slashed by many swords, as if the sword intent of those masters last night finally fell on him.
Looking at the scene in the morning light, Huang Zhenwei opened his mouth wide like a fish about to die of thirst, breathing hard, but he couldn't breathe, and he couldn't say anything.
The light in Mo Shoucheng's pupils dimmed again, but the expression on his face remained unchanged.
Another powerful breath was released from his body, causing the blood that flowed from the wrinkles on his face to fly out drop by drop.
"don't want!"
Huang Zhenwei clearly sensed something, and he finally called out.
"This sword will eventually be completed."
Mo Shoucheng said this peacefully, and then he spat out a mouthful of blood.
A cloud of blood spattered across his chest.
The sword intent in the sky was completely condensed and fell.
When this sword intent fell, his body lay limply on the rattan chair behind him, the wrinkles on his face went deep into his bones, and the remaining white hair on his head fell off one after another.
Like a candle, when it burns to the end, it becomes ashes.
…
At the place where the last sword intent fell in Moshou City, some officials of the Zhengwu Division stood behind an army waiting in full force.
When the sword intent fell, a high wall in front of the army was suddenly cut off, and behind the crack in the high wall, a blood mist rose.
The officials of the Zhengwu Division looked slightly relaxed.
At this time, a military order was passed on to these officials.
"The Minshan Sword Sect actually agreed? The wine shop boy also accepted it calmly?"
Among them, the official's face was slightly relaxed, but now he is both happy and surprised.
An official felt inexplicably sympathetic to Ding Ning, whom people in Changling called the wine shop boy. He raised his head and looked northwest.
At the end of the territory of the Great Qin Dynasty, there is an endless wasteland in sight.
Even though the heat in Changling is still there at this time, the vegetation there is already stained with frost and starting to turn white.
In the thick chill, the cavalrymen of the brigade came and went like the wind with strange voices.
They hunted and killed the beast life in the wasteland, even the seeds of some weeds.
For these Donghu people, this is harvesting. The vast grassland has enough space for them to harvest in pieces, so that they have enough food and clothing.
However, for some troops in Daqin, the battlefield these Donghu people passed through meant a sweep.
There are not many practitioners among the Donghu people, but there are also many strange weapons that are similar to magic weapons and can kill practitioners. The most important thing is that the supplies and some chariots cannot keep up with the Donghu people.
And reinforcements are hard to come by.
At least in the past, Daqin's army had no experience in fighting Donghu people, let alone much experience in winning.
At this time, the officials of Zhengwu Division were thinking that since the mad mistress in the palace dared to make such a decision, it meant that the situation Ding Ning would face would be even more dangerous than most of the frontier soldiers there. So no one thought it was wrong for Ding Ning to bring some people to Donghu.
…
Minshan Jianzong, the mountain fog is different.
In the green palace used to heal the wounded, Xie Changsheng unfolded a letter.
After a cursory scan, his originally happy face suddenly became angry, and then he couldn't help shouting: "Ding Ning, what do you mean! You asked Nangong Caishu to go to Donghu with you, but If you don’t let me go, are you looking down on me or thinking that my sister is dead, and have thoughts about Nangong Caishu!”
His angry voice echoed in this green hall, and the honest Minshan Sword Master who had been living in this green hall frowned greatly, but in the next moment, he was stunned.
"Come on, I want to leave the Minshan Sword Sect!"
When Xie Changsheng yelled this sentence for the second time, the Minshan Sword Sect Master wearing a sapphire-colored robe had already appeared in his sight.
"Are you really going to come out of the Minshan Sword Sect?" Even though he was sure that he heard correctly, the master of the Minshan Sword Sect was still a little dazed.
"He won't let me go to Donghu border, so why can't I go?"
Xie Changsheng sneered loudly, "Could it be that I can't go there yet?"
No one from the Minshan Sword Sect stopped Xie Changsheng, because Xie Changsheng himself was not a student of the Minshan Sword Sect, but everyone had gotten used to forgetting that he had been staying here all this time.
…
The two or three days that Ding Ning wanted were actually just for recuperating and waiting for some people.
He was an ordinary "liquor shop boy" in Changling, and he didn't have anything to prepare.
A fast horse appeared in his line of sight, and on the horse was a young girl who was full of wind and dust but still full of heroic spirit.
This girl is Nangong Caishu who made Xie Changsheng angry.
Nangong Caishu and Ding Ning haven't met each other since the Minshan Sword Festival, but Ding Ning has done several shocking things during this period of time. Although the time is short, it seems that years have passed.
On the way here, Nangong Caishu was still thinking about what it would be like to see Ding Ning again, but for some reason, when she really saw Ding Ning who was waiting for her in the cloak, the first thing she thought of was the Minshan sword that day. Outside Zong, when Xue Wangxu died.
Her nostrils felt a little sour, and she couldn't help being a little proud of Ding Ning.
After getting off the horse, she suppressed her tears, forced out a smile, and said, "Ding Ning, I'm so proud of you."
"Just try to do what you want to do."
Ding Ning smiled and said, "It dragged a lot of people down."
Nangong Caishu said: "After all, it is your choice."
"You haven't been in the Minshan Sword Sect for long, but you are quite old-fashioned." Ding Ning looked at Nangong Caishu and smiled again, but then quickly restrained his smile, and said softly: "You know why I want you and me?" Shall we go to Donghu together?"
Nangong Caishu shook his head.
Ding Ning looked at her and said seriously: "Because I asked Hengshan Xuhou some things, and he told me that your father will also be an important general in command of the East Hu border army."
Nangong Caishu was stunned.
Ding Ning continued: "I think maybe you and I are friends, which caused the empress to transfer him over, so I think maybe if you are with him, at least you will feel more at ease."
Nangong Caishu took a deep breath and nodded.
Then she also smiled lightly, "I can be a soldier and fight in my father's army, no matter what the result is, I should thank you."
"I want to know the arrangements of Minshan Sword Sect for other people." Ding Ning looked at her and asked.