A simple and ignored question is followed by countless questions.
It's just one thought but ten thousand thoughts. If you don't think about the process at all, just recognize one point, these countless questions can be explained after all.
Why is Ding Ning's practice so fast
Why was Ding Ning able to walk with the ancestors of the Zhou family and survive.
Why can Ding Ning understand countless sword scriptures at a glance.
Why is Ding Ning so serious.
Why can Ding Ning fight across the border.
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At this moment, in Huang Zhenwei's mind, it was as if countless people were chanting scriptures, all of which were Ding Ning's name and the three words Nine Dead Silkworm.
His body sank into the brighter and brighter morning light, and he felt more and more absurd and ridiculous, almost crying.
Is life really so ridiculous
When searching but not finding, when everything has happened, it quietly came before my eyes.
A black feather gently floated down in the light.
Huang Zhenwei, whose body was constantly trembling, raised his head. He had never felt the sun so glaring.
He saw a black dove flying towards him, coming from the direction of the palace.
The black carrier pigeon brought the queen's will.
He was on his way back to the palace, but the queen's will had arrived.
He took off the letter box from the feet of the black carrier pigeon, and opened the lacquered secret note notifying the heads of various departments, and then his hands trembled even more violently.
At this moment, he heard the faint sound of a bugle from the turret far behind.
He turned around stiffly, and saw a plain white line.
He is the only student of Mo Shoucheng after Emperor Yuanwu, so he naturally knows the meaning of the sound of the bugle and the hanging plain on the turret.
He knew that his teacher did not fulfill his promise to him in the end.
In other words, his teacher was wiser than him, seeing farther, knowing that even if he went to the palace, he would not be able to change anything.
"teacher!"
He cried out in pain, completely ignoring the gazes of the people around him, and crystal tears fell wantonly from his face.
Nothing will change.
The teacher is dead.
The queen's order has been issued.
He wants his teacher to know that some notoriety will not be imposed on him, and he should get some due glory.
However, the teacher cannot see it.
What he wants to do, it is impossible to succeed.
After his teacher died, there would still be a lot of guilt and anger for his teacher to bear.
In this last time, he knew that his teacher chose to accept it calmly, and all the sacrifices were just for an incomparably brilliant and huge empire in the future, an unprecedented huge empire.
However, he couldn't accept it calmly.
The only voice that sounded in his mind at this moment was a sentence that his teacher had said to him.
The only thing he can do now is to choose.
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Huang Zhenwei was standing in the middle of the long street at this time.
Some of his subordinates didn't want people to see his gaffe, and cleared the long street.
But he stood in this empty long street, and the picture in front of him was constantly changing.
He seemed to be standing in front of the huge pile of corpses back then.
He saw the powerful and invincible sword master who led the Great Qin Dynasty all the way to destroy the three dynasties, and finally died. His body was twisted into ashes by countless sword lights, and no ashes were left in the end.
He let Buddha stand in front of the Bashan sword field again.
The huge Bashan mountain range was so high that it couldn't see the top, like a world of gods and spirits, oppressing him in front of him, making him feel so small that he couldn't breathe.
However, when the last foil sword finally broke and the Bashan sword field disappeared, he felt that huge Bashan collapsed suddenly, and countless shadows fell on him.
Many people devoted their lives to this increasingly powerful dynasty until they died.
But they didn't get what they deserved.
At the moment when Huang Zhenwei was faced with a choice, he thought of the dying gaze of the man in the middle of the huge pile of corpses.
Is anyone wrong
Is the nine dead silkworms wrong
Huang Zhenwei closed his eyes even more painfully, but the already blazing sun still reflected his eyes red.
All choices ultimately come from the true emotions in the heart.
He completely understood the meaning of his teacher's words.
His teacher made choices he felt were right and liked.
But his teachers will not stand in the way of his choice.
Because he is his teacher, a disciple he truly loves.
He closed his eyes tightly.
Then he squeezed his lips tightly and gritted his teeth.
Because of too much force, blood flowed from between his teeth and dripped down the corner of his mouth, but he didn't know it.
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When he made his choice, Ding Ning was already calmly preparing his luggage.
He has already notified Bing Ma Si.
According to the usual practice, any practitioner without military merit is just an ordinary sergeant when he enters the army. However, because of his special status, and because he came from the compromise of the Minshan Sword Sect, he received the same honor as an ordinary general. With the same treatment, Bing Ma Si dispatched three carriages to welcome his departure.
Because there is no return to Moyuan, there is no farewell.
In addition to the three coachmen assigned by the Bing Ma Si and a maidservant who did some rough work, there were only him, his eldest grandson Qianxue, Nangong Caishu and Ye Jiannan.
This kind of parting may seem a bit desolate, but leaving this city in such a way means a great relief to Ding Ning.
Any extra problems would naturally make him unhappy.
So when he was about to board Bing Masi's carriage, when he saw the young man who appeared in sight, his face turned cold, like a layer of frost.
Nangong Caishu was originally born as a general, and she has seen a lot about this kind of expedition. She took care of all the things that she needed to bring, which made the three soldiers and horses' coachmen admire.
At this time, she was checking some spare medicines, and the moment she sensed a strange breath, she turned around and looked over.
"Is it Ann Boulder?"
The moment she saw the boy clearly for the first time, she softly asked Ding Ning who was not far away.
The young man who came here was not tall.
But he gave the impression that he was taller than any young talent Nangong Caishu had ever seen.
Even the feeling Jing Liuli gave her was not as strong as this.
Ding Ning has never met An Baoshi formally, but he also knows that this boy who seems to be floating in the sky can only be An Baoshi.
"I came to tell you something."
Without any opening remarks, and without any courtesy, An Baoshi just walked a few feet away from Ding Ning, stopped, looked at Ding Ning with a smile and said, "Jing Liuli has been defeated by my hands."
Ding Ning looked at him and didn't speak.
"Now you are my only opponent. I hope you will not slack off after defeating the maid named Rong." An Baoshi looked at Ding Ning with a smile and said, "And I should also go to Donghu Border Pass."
"Do you think I will slack off?" Ding Ning stared at An Baoshi and asked back.
An Baoshi smiled and said, "It's fine if you don't."
Nangong Caishu and Ye Jiannan frowned at the same time, feeling unhappy.
The dislike between the two is not because of An Baoshi's arrogance and conceit, but because of Ding Ning's response to this sentence. They all felt that Ding Ning's response to this sentence was too weak, not at all as sharp as Ding Ning's before.
However, at this moment, Ding Ning continued, "It's just that I don't slack off, what does it have to do with you?"
An Baoshi was slightly taken aback.
"Your opponent is Joruri."
Ding Ning stopped looking at An Baoshi and started to board the car, saying: "Jing Liuli will naturally defeat you, I don't need me at all."
An Baoshi frowned deeply.
But he didn't say anything else, just said softly: "In that case, see you at Donghu Border Pass."
Nangong Caishu laughed.
She then started to get in the car, and said to An Baoshi seriously at the same time: "Don't talk about the old general Donghu Bianguan, you should understand that this is still a secret of the soldiers and horses."
An Baoshi did not care about such provocations.
He smiled slightly, turned and left.
The three carriages started to move and started to drive away from Changling.