When Concubine Zhao Xiang left, she said to Lord Li Ling, "My life is your life. If I die, can you live in Dachu? If you don't understand it, think about it more. point."
At the other end separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, in the cold wind and snowy camp, Ding Ning slowly put down the mountain of files in front of him, and slowly shook his head.
The start of the Minshan Sword Club is the real contest between him and Zheng Xiu.
She was in the light, and he was in the dark, so he won several rounds invisibly.
However, no matter what happened to Changling, no matter how many people died around her, everything seemed to be going on in an orderly manner according to her will.
There is no doubt that she is much stronger and more terrifying than before.
She is playing a game of chess.
He is also playing a game of chess.
"This world, in the end, turned into a game between me and you?"
Ding Ning looked at Feixue outside the tent and smiled bitterly.
When the wind comes from the north, it blows the snow floating between the sky and the earth, and flies south.
Some of the snow was so heavy that it fell directly into the wilderness.
Some snow is light, so it is carried in the cold current, turning into fluffy clouds and flying across the Yinshan Mountains.
When Ding Ning smiled wryly, a cloud slowly drifted over Wuzhi's thousands of tents, fell a lot of heavy snow, and then continued to slowly head south.
As time passed, when this cloud drifted away from the Wushi Wilderness and behind the Yin Mountain, Changling had already got rid of the old year and welcomed the new year.
In a large courtyard that was too cold.
Hearing the crackling sound of firecrackers in the streets and alleys near and far from Changling, Shen Xuan put a piece of persimmon between his lips and began to chew slowly.
Persimmon has the same pronunciation as "thing", and persimmons were originally fiery red, and they are booming. In Changling, persimmons are not only used as sweets to relieve bitterness when drinking tea, but also imply that everything goes well.
Persimmons and persimmons are wishful, everything goes well, it's just a matter in the world, how can everything go well
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A mountain on the banks of a great river.
There is white mist below the half-mountain, but it is clear and bright above the half-mountain, which makes the mountain seem to float on the water and on the fog.
This mountain is not far from Changling, but except for a very small number of cultivation geniuses deliberately selected by the people in this mountain gate, the rest of Changling cannot enter the gate in their entire lives.
This mountain is where the Lingxu Sword Gate is located.
As we all know, Minshan Sword Sect and Lingxu Sword Sect are the two most powerful cultivation places in the world.
However, compared with Minshan Sword Sect, Lingxu Sword Sect is more mysterious.
A loose man carried a paper bag of dried persimmons and walked slowly up the mountain along the stone path.
The mountain is quiet, but occasionally there are a few disciples who are practicing swords by the mountain stream, and they are slightly stunned when they suddenly see this man with a quiet demeanor, as if he is walking in the streets and alleys of Changling to visit friends during the New Year.
They had never seen the man with the hair either.
However, the hairy man didn't seem to be surprised at all, he just nodded towards them with great dignity, and then walked up.
On the side facing the Weihe River, there is a rock like a natural reclining Buddha.
There is a stone cottage below.
The walls and roof of the stone hut are covered with dense moss, and some of the moss even grow strange golden flowers.
The furnishings in the stone hut are extremely simple, but there is an exquisite tea table with all tea drinking utensils available.
Hearing the man's footsteps from a distance, a man in purple shirt in the stone hut began to make tea.
This purple-shirted man had an ordinary face and an ordinary figure, but the skin on his body shone with a transparent luster, as if the whole person was breathing and disillusioned in the air.
"Brother."
Looking at the shaggy man who walked in, the purple shirted man nodded first as a salute, and called out respectfully, but the joy in his eyebrows quickly turned into a little chill. He looked at the shaggy man in his hand. The bag of persimmons said, "Brother, what do you mean?"
"We only see each other once a year, so of course it's for congratulations." The loose man looked at him and said.
The man in the purple shirt frowned, and said: "But senior brother, you should understand that I don't like eating persimmons, or even seeing persimmons."
The hairy man sat down opposite him, and said gently, "Why?"
The purple-shirted man's complexion suddenly became a little ugly, and he said, "Brother asked knowingly."
"Naturally because of Junior Brother Ming."
The dissipated man turned his back on the guests, started making tea, and slowly said: "In the Changling Rebellion in the past, Wang Jingmeng entered Changling, Junior Brother Ming wanted to help him, but you don't want him to go."
The purple-shirted man took a deep breath, looked up at the hairy man, and frowned even tighter.
The scattered man didn't avoid his gaze, but continued slowly: "You don't want Junior Brother Ming to go, firstly because you think Junior Brother Ming going to help him is useless and sure to die. Second is because you have a grudge against Wang Jingmeng." .So you poisoned Junior Brother Ming... You took Heart Biting Powder, just to make Junior Brother Ming powerless to fight and give up going, but you never thought that Junior Brother Ming knew he was poisoned, so he went anyway. Junior Brother Ming likes food most Persimmon, your poison back then was also placed in the persimmon. You wanted to make Ming Shidi live, but instead let Ming Shidi fight the poison to death. So you feel guilty in your heart, and you don’t like to eat or see persimmons.”
"It's not that I don't like to eat or see, but I can't eat or see at all." The man in purple shirt lowered his head slightly, and said, "Brother is kind, after so many years, why did you bring up the old things?"
"In the old days, you didn't let Junior Brother Ming go. Of course you didn't want Junior Brother Ming to die, but people who use swords in my generation only seek pleasure, so why be afraid of life and death? If you don't go when you are in trouble, it is a big injustice. If it weren't for you and Wang Jingmeng has vengeance, so Junior Brother Ming must be going, and you will definitely not use this method to stop him."
The scattered man looked at him seriously, and said, "But if the enmity between you and Wang Jingmeng doesn't exist at all, so what?"
"What?" The man in purple suddenly heard the meaning in the man's words, raised his head suddenly, and exhaled softly.
"You always thought that your uncle was killed by Wang Jingmeng, but what if it was not him, but someone else?" said the distributed man.
The man in purple was slightly stiff, and his eyes were full of unbelievable light.
"I knew about this back then, but during the Changling Rebellion, when Junior Brother Ming died, I was practicing in the East China Sea. When I returned to Changling, Wang Jingmeng was dead, and the Bashan Sword Field no longer existed. This matter has become old. It’s also useless.” After a pause, the hairy man went on to say: “What’s more, based on what I said alone, I don’t think you may believe it.”
The body of the man in purple was inexplicably cold, the wind blew the golden flowers on the moss outside the stone hut, and then even the light shining into the stone hut from outside seemed to shake.
"Your uncle was kind to you in nurturing you and taught you how to practice, but it was not Wang Jingmeng who killed him, nor did Wang Jingmeng mean it. It was Bai Qi who killed him, just like the one who killed the Li family. , This is the meaning of Zheng Xiu and Yuan Wu, but in the end this matter was also placed on him." But the man with loose hair just continued calmly.
The purple-clothed man's breathing became a little difficult. He looked at the hairy man, and said slowly: "I really can't completely trust senior brother, because although I believe senior brother is a person, but senior brother, after all, you were with the master of Mo Huajian back then. It’s too close. Others don’t know, but I do know that if Senior Brother was also in the mountain gate, he would go to Changling together like Junior Brother Ming.”
"Of course I alone can't convince you. But I'm not the only one." The loose man looked at him and said, "Ji Qingqing is outside the mountain now, if she also tells you so personally, what should you do?"
"Ji Qingqing, daughter of Chen Guo?" The man in purple raised his head very slowly, and smiled wryly.
In the next moment, he took a sip of tea, and then asked: "If that's the case... Brother solemnly mentioned the past today, what happened?"
"This is just a personal enmity. I think senior brother won't want me to try to become the suzerain of the Lingxu Sword Sect, and take the lives and deaths of so many people in the Lingxu Sword Sect to avenge me." After a pause, he looked at the man with hair and continued.
"Zheng Xiu wants An Baoshi to be the suzerain."
The scattered man said solemnly: "They have arranged for An Baoshi to enter the Xujian Valley."
"So this is three against three?"
The man in purple thought about what the man said about them, the other three people in the Lingxu Sword Gate, and the woman whose face had been beheaded waiting at the gate, sighed softly, and stood up.