The chilly atmosphere became stronger, the sky became darker, and snow even fell in the sky, but the train carriage was exceptionally calm, and many drivers even began to hang lanterns on both sides of the front of the train.
The glowing lanterns swayed in the wind, making a slight sound when they collided with the car body, but the people in the convoy were silent.
The atmosphere is weird and mysterious, revealing danger.
Ding Ning's mood fluctuated slightly.
For many moments before this, he was doing deduction about this battle, guessing where Zheng Xiu's last hidden move was, but he never got anything. However, at this time, this is the strange atmosphere of this train, But it made his heart suddenly shrink, giving birth to an ominous premonition.
"Seng Donghu, we should have seen each other in Changling that year. It's just that you were inconspicuous at that time, and I didn't expect you to make it this far."
At this moment, Sima Cuo looked up at them expressionlessly, and said aloud, "Miss Gongsun, I never thought that you would come to such a step."
His voice is deep and powerful, with a taste of time, it is easy to pull people's thoughts back to many years ago.
"And you, although I don't understand why there is a person like you, but you should be the heir of Nine Dead Silkworm, his true heir."
His eyes stayed on Ding Ning for a long time, admiring and sighing.
For anyone present, this moment is not a suitable time for chatting, but Sima Cuo at this time is just like chatting, he looked at Ding Ning, and then said slowly: "You know that this time, there are millions of corpses lying around. What is the real intention behind the great war?"
His voice was very peaceful, but everyone could hear the taste of conspiracy.
It was obvious that there were two terrifying cultivators whose personal cultivation level absolutely surpassed his, came to assassinate him, but his attitude was as if he was a hunter and the other party was just the prey that came to his door.
Changsun Qianxue thought of a possibility, and the depths of her eyes were instantly filled with icy anger, and the cold wind howling in the sky suddenly became more urgent, making countless howls like howling ghosts and wolves.
Ding Ning frowned slightly, but did not respond to Sima Cuo's question at this time, but kept silent.
"The eldest daughter of the Gongsun family and the Bashan sword field are walking together with the heirs of the nine-dead silkworm. It is incredible, and the Donghu monk who desperately wanted to kill Wang Jingmeng in the past is also with you, which is even more bizarre. But these It's not the point."
Sima Cuo looked at Ding Ning with sympathetic eyes, and sighed: "The real purpose behind this war is you, the descendant of the nine-dead silkworm."
His exclamation was extremely sincere, but even Ding Ning felt the biting coldness.
"It's true that neither the Bashan Sword Field nor I will not appear in such a big battle. Just using the lives and deaths of millions of people to confirm the real existence of the nine-death silkworm and to make the nine-death silkworm appear, she is really getting more and more crazy."
After finishing these few words, Ding Ning looked straight into Sima Cuo's eyes, "Assassinating the commander-in-chief is indeed a favorite method of Bashan Sword Field, but how can you be sure that the nine-death silkworm will appear here, and how can you be sure that I am the nine-death silkworm?"
To complete a definite inference, a lot of exact information is needed to support it. Before the assassination, Sima Cuo had already guessed that the eldest grandson Qianxue would come here, and at the same time there would be the descendant of the nine-dead silkworm, which must be related to Zheng Xiu Hidden chess.
Sima Cuo smiled mockingly.
He is not in a hurry.
So his voice sounded very slowly, and he didn't even respond to Ding Ning's question: "Even if the whole world is pacified and the silkworms are still alive, no one will be at peace. Sitting on the throne and having trouble sleeping and eating is nothing compared to this battle itself." , You can judge for yourself who is light and who is more important."
"What a joke."
Ding Ning couldn't help shaking his head.
It all seemed like a joke indeed.
I think that as long as I assassinate Sima Cuo, I can completely win this battle, but the ridiculous thing is that Yuan Wu and Zheng Xiu don't really care about the outcome of this battle itself. Not as good as myself.
"Even if I am the descendant of the Nine Dead Silkworm, since he can pass it on to me, I can naturally pass it on to others. How can the Nine Dead Silkworm be eliminated? In terms of the victory or defeat of such a great battle, is it worth it?"
"Even if the Chu army can win, they will not be able to enter the depths of our Great Qin. At most, we will lose another Yangshan County." Sima Cuo smiled sarcastically: "It has long been worthless for Yangshan County to fight back and forth. It is better to leave things like rebuilding the city-state to them. As for the nine-death silkworm technique, although it is extremely mysterious and no one knows it, at least it is certain that it is extremely difficult to practice, and it is impossible to practice it except for those with amazing talents. Even if they can do it again If you can find a successor, after a generation, without the teaching of Wang Jingmeng, what will happen if you have exercises but no sword scriptures? After more than ten years, it will be another era. Who would be afraid of losing these things? The young silkworms of Master Kuangfu?"
Whether it's worth it or not can't be judged by others. Ding Ning no longer argues with Sima Cuo.
He took a deep breath, glanced at Changsun Qianxue, and tried his best to calm himself down.
Sima Cuo didn't have anyone strong enough to stop Donghu Seng and Changsun Qianxue in the chariot of the train, which is why he didn't expect that this was the most dangerous place for Zheng Xiu's counterattack.
After many years, Zheng Xiu has indeed not changed in many ways, but in many ways it has become more terrifying.
Now, who on earth would turn the killing round against Sima Cuo into a killing round against himself, Changsun Qianxue, and monk Dong Hu
Changsun Qianxue slowly turned her head to the side, looking at the outline of his face hidden under the black scarf, familiar yet unfamiliar.
She was also extremely angry at the beginning, and the roar of wind and snow all over the sky represented her mood. The anger came from falling into Zheng Xiu's scheme again, but at this time her mood had completely calmed down.
"If you can't live together, you can die together."
At this time, she said this softly to Ding Ning beside her.
Because she knew very well that since the nine-dead silkworm was Zheng Xiu's real target in this battle, and in the end this was the trap she planted, then there would naturally be countless possibilities of death here.
"coming."
Ding Ning looked at her eyebrows and nodded.
On the hillside behind, there was the sound of someone stepping on dead branches.
A swordsman wearing a moon-white gown slowly walked out of the forest they had walked through.
The flying snow falling in the sky at this time is blue and slightly black, and the middle-aged man in the moon-white gown is also constantly producing ice and snow around his body, but it is a piece of snow white.
Ding Ning's eyes did not fall on the sword master.
He raised his head and looked towards the top of the hill behind him.
A man in black was already standing on the top of the hill.
He quietly looked down, like a proud eagle owl.
"It turned out to be him?"
Incomparably complex emotions welled up in the depths of Changsun Qianxue's eyes, which had just recovered their calmness.
It was shock, worry, and even a hint of bewilderment.
Ding Ning's face was slightly stiff.
In his perception, the man in black was taller than the mountain, like a black moon pressing on the mountain.
That round of black moon has been pressing on Changling for many years.