The defeated strong are still strong.
Every year, new cultivators appear in the cultivation sites of various dynasties. Those who are strong enough to be recorded in the history books, many of their experiences are worthy of respect.
When Duanmuhou decided to commit suicide, he also had countless respects for the old Wuzhi old woman in front of him.
Because whether it is in Wuzhi or in other dynasties, it is always much more difficult for women to take charge of the government than men.
The most important thing is that this old Wuzhi woman has never relied on her own force.
"Maybe I met you fifteen years earlier and lost to you earlier, it will be very different."
When he finally lowered his head slowly and let a sharp ice tip pierce his throat, he said this seriously.
Empress Dowager Wu did not respond.
But she understood the meaning of the Great Qin Prince.
If Duanmuhou could see himself clearly at that time, his achievements on the path of practice would be very different.
"You lost again."
She no longer looked at Duanmuhou, but turned her head to look at the place where the pale spark fell, and said something slowly, with a smug smile on her lips.
"You want the Nine-Eyed Dzi Bead very much, but you can't imagine whose hands the Nine-Eyed Dzi Bead got into."
Against the backdrop of the white snow, the pupils of this old woman from Wuzhi still looked a bit hazy and cloudy.
The power of Tianyoujing only made her younger for a moment, but after the light bloomed, it seemed to burn more energy in her.
However, both Hu Jingjing and Xie Rou felt that the old woman's eyes were full of kindness and wisdom.
The two girls are very simple, and the more innocent they are, the more they can see the essence of things.
Both of them felt that the reason why this old woman from Wuzhi was able to win over Changling's mistress was because she could see people's hearts clearly and knew who could be trusted.
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It was cloudy, but not raining.
Many mansions in Chudu have hung bright lights.
In the big river outside Chudu where UFO boats once appeared, the waves were a bit rough, but the wind happened to come from the downstream, which naturally gave convenience to many merchant ships going upstream, and the merchant ships navigating on the river were slower than usual. some more.
In a small river bend very close to Chudu City, there is a flat boat parked, and Mr. Zhao Si, who is famous all over the world, is on this boat.
She was alone, drinking the sugar water sold in Chuduli, looking at the star-like lights in Chuduli.
There are well-cut pears in the sugar water, and some dried longan. After being boiled in the sugar water, they become "fat" again, exuding a nice aroma.
The more scenery you have seen, the wider your horizons will become.
Whether it's the exquisite food, or the beautiful buildings on cloudy days, and the breathtaking lines created by the craftsmen, she secretly sighed, lamenting that this long dynasty is indeed compared with her hometown, the Zhao Dynasty. Much more profound.
Just like the wind can blow the sails and carry the boat along, just like this bowl of sugar water will cool down after a long time, there are many things in this world that are inevitable.
She admitted that the Zhao Dynasty under that fatuous emperor, even if it wasn't because of opponents like Qin and Bashan Sword Field, it would probably be destroyed sooner or later.
It's just something that happened, but naturally it can't be forgotten.
A boat floated downriver.
The speed of the boat was not fast, but it had a unique aura that naturally attracted her perception.
She put down most of the sugar water she had drunk, wiped the corners of her mouth with a coarse handkerchief, and waited quietly.
Looking at the boat's progress, she didn't show any real energy fluctuations on her body, but only she knew it best, and her aura became more and more perfect.
Not long before that, she had a fight with the Chiss.
At that time, her fighting spirit was full, and her state was at its peak.
It's just that compared with now, that battle can only be said to be a physical activity.
A duel that can be called an epic depends not only on who the opponents of the two sides are, the strength of the cultivation bases of the two sides, but also the meaning it represents.
In the past fifty years in the world of practitioners, what practitioners imagined and looked forward to the most was actually the battle between the master of Zhao Jianlu and the world's sword leader King Jingmeng.
It's just that the battle didn't work out.
When confronting the Qisi people that day, Mr. Zhao Si, Zhao Miao knew that he had comprehended all the sword intents that his master wanted him to comprehend, and he had infinitely approached the realm of his master back then. However, seeing the boat getting closer today, she also knew that she was only infinitely close at that time, not equal to or surpassed.
Only this kind of fateful opponent, whom the entire division had been waiting for for many years, allowed her to truly stand at that height.
When the two boats were less than fifty feet away, and she saw Ding Ning's face clearly standing on the bow, she nodded slightly and stood with her hands behind her back.
At this time, she was sure that she was no different from her master back then.
"Zhao Jianlu is really extraordinary, he is full of outstanding people." Ding Ning looked at her and said this calmly.
Such words may seem polite or hypocritical in other people's mouths, but they are completely different in his mouth.
Zhao Miao raised her eyebrows slightly, accepted the compliment calmly, and then asked: "You are in Jiaodong County, why did you come here suddenly?"
"Pick up an old friend and take care of some things." Ding Ning replied.
Zhao Miao suddenly realized something, and her eyes flashed: "Baili Suxue is coming?"
Ding Ning didn't speak, but just nodded.
Zhao Miao took a deep breath, looked at him and said, "You owe me Zhao Jianlu a sword."
Ding Ning said: "I owe Zhao Jianlu."
Zhao Miao thought about it seriously and said, "Do you want to change the time?"
This in itself was not a planned sword fight, but just a coincidence.
But in her opinion, if Ding Ning has important things to do next, such a sword fight can be postponed.
"No need." However, Ding Ning shook his head and said, "It's better to be intentional than to be timely."
After a slight pause, Ding Ning glanced at the distant sky, and continued softly: "I have been waiting for this sword for many years, and at this moment in Chudu, if there is someone who makes me fear like your master, I will also It wouldn’t come so casually.”
Zhao Miao nodded again as a salute.
The previous salute was for herself, but this time she saluted on behalf of her master.
"And that starts?" she continued.
"How can such a sword be done in silence without the proper audience?" Ding Ning looked at the outline of the Chu capital not far away, at the newly built city wall, at the south gate of the tallest city wall, and smiled. up.
Zhao Miao understood Ding Ning's meaning in an instant, and also laughed, very proudly, "Then it's up to you."
The eldest grandson Qianxue was in the canopy of the small boat, draining a jug of new wine with bare hands.
This time she didn't wear the most common clothes casually, but in a Chinese dress as white as snow.
This pot of wine is not a crude sour wine brewed casually in Wutong Luoli, but a fine wine that only the wine master of the Gongsun family, the head of the old powerful family, knew how to brew.