Hundreds of Wuzhi's practitioners hid in the wind and snow, waiting for the arrival of the wolves with extreme vigilance.
The Wuzhi Dynasty, which can move the dynasty at any time, is actually the largest tribe that controls many tribes in the wasteland. When fighting outside dynasties, the biggest advantage is that they can retreat without a trace.
In a sense, even a major defeat cannot be uprooted.
The violent snowstorm can hide from the traces, but after all, this kind of wolf pack is unique to the Wuzhi royal family. Even if a powerful army cannot travel long distances through the snowstorm and come quietly, a powerful practitioner can.
These Wuzhi practitioners must be on guard against whether there are powerful practitioners from the Great Qin Dynasty secretly following them.
However, in Ding Ning's view, this possibility is very small. First of all, he knows Zheng Xiu too well. Zheng Xiu's purpose of mobilizing troops against Wuzhi is only at Zushan, and during the spring attack on Chu, there is little possibility for Wuzhi to cross Yinshan Mountain.
Zushan has been lost, and he got the continuation of the gods, forcing Wuzhi to the depths of the wilderness. For Zheng Xiu, since this stage has been completed, it is impossible to pay a high price to kill Wuzhi.
Her strength will be used in the next confrontation with Chu.
The most important thing is that even Zheng Xiu, in such a snowstorm, cannot escape the perception of Changsun Qianxue.
When hundreds of Wuzhi practitioners were hiding in the wind and snow as if facing a formidable enemy, Ding Ning walked out of the camp directly, and the most honorable old woman in the camp followed in his footsteps and came out with Holding a fur coat made of a rare silver ferret.
She waved her hand to make the hundreds of Wuzhi practitioners not to be nervous, and then she gave an even more shocking order to make all these practitioners retreat, and then she was alone, and continued to move forward together with Ding Ning He went away in the wind and snow until he completely lost the perception of these practitioners and arrived at a snow hill far away from the camp.
Ding Jing stood quietly on the height of the snow hill until the thick snow gradually piled him up into a snowman, until the chariots dragged by those blue wolves appeared in the wind and snow.
The flying snow particles suddenly became disordered.
These chaotic snow particles danced out many blue and black lines, but only Ding Ning could perceive these lines.
This reunion is not far away, but it is very different from many previous ones.
A stunningly beautiful face crashed into Wuzhi's desolate and tyrannical world, but it used pure beauty and even more tyrannical power to force the surrounding wind and snow to seem to stagnate.
The old woman smiled, but passed Ding Ning, went up to meet her, and stretched out her arms to put the fur coat she was holding on her eldest grandson Qianxue's body.
Seeing Changsun Qianxue's unnatural frown, she smiled gently and said, "Aiwujiwu, and you are really beautiful."
Changsun Qianxue only wore the most common clothes in the Changling Tomb. Putting on this gorgeous fur at the moment, she felt much less cold and warmer, especially natural.
Naturally, anyone who sees it will feel that this should be her original appearance.
"Thanks."
She hesitated for a moment, then thanked the old lady.
The old woman smiled again, she didn't say anything, but let out a strange whistling sound.
Clouds of mist suddenly gushed out from the wind and snow in the distance behind her, and another group of wolves rushed out like clouds and fog.
It's just that each of the wolves dragging the chariot is extremely tall, and their bodies naturally contain the smell of the vitality of heaven and earth.
"Goodbye."
This old lady was able to control the whole Wuzhi in her hands, so she had experienced countless things and met countless people, so she didn't say much, just smiled gently, then turned and left.
Ding Ning looked at Changsun Qianxue quietly and silently, neither of them spoke, but after a while, it was still Changsun Qianxue who made the first move.
As if she was the first one in the Changling wine shop to turn around and go back to the backyard, she walked towards the chariot dragged by the new pack of wolves, opened the heavy curtain, and stepped in.
When Ding Ning entered, the wolves began to drag the chariot, Changsun Qianxue raised her head, looked at Ding Ning opposite, and said, "Why do you have to come here?"
This opening seems to be more difficult than ever.
Ding Ning was silent for a long time before he said, "When I returned to Changling, I was looking for you the first time."
His words were not a direct answer to Changsun Qianxue's words, but Changsun Qianxue understood the meaning of his words.
"Some things, if you make a mistake, can you do it again?" Changsun Qianxue's tone was very cold, but she used a lot of strength, and her face became paler for some reason.
Ding Ning took a deep breath and said, "It depends on whether you can forgive me."
Changsun Qianxue said: "Is a person's forgiveness more important than revenge?"
Ding Ning said slowly: "It's not about forgiveness, it's about affection."
Changsun Qianxue was silent for a long time, then turned to face the door curtain.
The breath surging from her body opened the car curtain, and the air she exhaled seemed to be integrated with the vast world outside, so that it seemed that her heart could truly open up.
"I forgive the man," she said softly.
It seemed to be talking to Ding Ning, but it was more like talking to himself.
Ding Ning's eyes were foggy, and he also said softly, "I'm not that person."
He sat next to his grandson Qianxue.
Even when he was practicing together in the same bed at the wine shop, he and Changsun Qianxue still kept a distance of one foot, but at this time he was sitting beside Changsun Qianxue, but Changsun Qianxue did not refuse.
"Why do you have to die?" Changsun Qianxue said.
She seemed to speak the same way as usual, but it lacked a lot of coldness.
Ding Ning also looked at the vast world in front of him, and said, "Because life is better than death."
Changsun Qianxue's body trembled slightly, and said, "You already knew the secret of the nine-dead silkworm?"
Ding Ning smiled bitterly and said: "Except Emperor You, no one has ever practiced the Nine-Death Silkworm. Without a personal test, who would know the secret of the Nine-Death Silkworm in advance?"
It took a long time for the eldest grandson Qianxue to speak, "Then how could this be?"
Ding Ning said: "It takes a long time for the intangible to become tangible, like spinning silk and forming a cocoon, breaking out of a chrysalis."
The eldest grandson Qianxue was startled, and said, "What does that feel like?"
Ding Ning took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and said: "Spiritual consciousness is bound in the boundless darkness, and I don't know whether there is a whole day, or even the years."
After a pause, he laughed and said, "It's like being trapped in a dark room, and I don't know when the year will end."
The eldest grandson Qianxue stopped talking.
Then, at some point, her eyes got wet.