He didn't hide his hatred.
In Changling many years ago, he had many enemies, but many years later, his former enemies disappeared and died, especially those enemies such as Zhao Jianlu and Wei Yunshuigong who only became enemies because of the dynasties, but slowed down. Slowly became friends.
Grudges are disappearing.
But the culprit made him even more disgusted.
Now Yuan Wu, he hates him even more than when he conspired to destroy Bashan Sword Field many years ago.
"If his cultivation has been exhausted, will he still come to fight you?" Fu Su was a little perplexed. Logically speaking, he should stand by his father and care about Yuan Wu's safety. Here, after he heard that Zheng Xiu was killed by Yuan Wu that day, it was difficult for him to understand his emotions.
"The current Changling is no longer his Changling. There are not so many dynasties in the world anymore. An unprecedented unified dynasty has been formed. Whether he comes to fight me or not has nothing to do with him. He is no longer this Emperor of the dynasty."
Ding Ning looked at Fusu and said, "Whether he will come to fight me or not is not something I need to consider."
Fusu swallowed hard, raised his head slightly, looked at the gradually dazzling sky, and understood that the palace in front of him was still silent, but the world outside was undergoing earth-shaking changes.
A Great Qin Dynasty belonging to Yuanwu has come to an end, and a more powerful Great Qin Dynasty has been formed.
The world is united.
What a shocking word that is, but now it has actually been done.
He took a deep breath and remained silent for a long time, then he asked Ding Ning seriously: "What are you looking for me for?"
"Successor the throne."
Ding Ning said very simply: "Become the emperor of this dynasty and manage the people of the world."
Fusu tried very hard to control his emotions, but his body still trembled uncontrollably.
"Why?"
He didn't feel happy, but looked directly into Ding Ning's eyes, "Give me a reason."
"It's not as complicated as you imagined." Ding Ning also looked into his eyes, and said lightly: "You were originally the heir to the throne of this dynasty. If you inherit the throne, many people will not strongly oppose it, and you can A lot of people died less. There is another most important reason, you are very kind, you are favored by many court officials, you should be able to manage this dynasty well."
Fusu was so emotional that he couldn't speak for a while.
"You don't have much time to think about it. The current Changling is still very calm. That's because the transfer orders of the various divisions and some edicts have not been passed on. If you don't take the throne, when a lot of news spreads, the calm Changling is now. It should be as bloody as when Yuan Wu dealt with our Bashan Sword Field many years ago." Ding Ning shook his head slightly mockingly, "Of course the final winner will be our Bashan Sword Field, this will still be a one-sided massacre, if You like to see such a scene happen, so you can naturally ignore my request."
Fusu woke up from an inexplicable dizziness.
He clearly heard that Ding Ning used the word "request".
He really didn't like killing, and he gradually understood Ding Ning's intentions.
"Aren't you worried that I will avenge my parents after taking over the throne?" He took another deep breath and asked Ding Ning softly.
"revenge?"
Ding Ning smiled bitterly, "It's not that Zheng Xiu died in my hands. As for Yuan Wu, even if he died in my hands, it would be a fair duel. If you really hate me...you don't have a heaven-defying practice." Talent. You will be a good emperor, but you will not be the most powerful practitioner in the world."
Fusu suddenly felt sad.
Because he couldn't understand the grievances of the previous generation at all.
In his opinion, there must always be reason in the world, just like when he asked Ding Ning why he wanted him to accept the reason of the emperor.
And revenge must also be reasonable.
But when he was meditating here, no matter how he looked at what happened back then, he was sorry for Bashan Sword Field.
"May you become an emperor through the ages, a good emperor praised by the people of many generations, not a good emperor for a while in your own history books."
Ding Ning bid farewell and left this cold palace.
He met with officials and told them the news, which was a huge relief.
Then he went to the mansions of some officials himself, promised and promised some things.
There are still many people in this city who hold strong hostility towards him, and do not believe that Bashan Sword Farm will not pursue many past events after taking over the city.
His personal appearance cannot completely dispel such hostility, but no one will disbelieve the promise he made in person.
And most importantly, the vast majority of people in this city know to take care of the overall situation.
Ding Ning believes that everything will be fine.
Because before long, he will let these people see that the entire Changling, the entire unprecedentedly powerful dynasty does not belong to the Bashan Sword Field, but belongs to the people of the world.
He will also correct many of the mistakes he made in the past.
He believes that in the near future, those Chu people, Qi people, and Yan people who lost their country will not suffer unfair special treatment.
He, Lin Zhujiu and others became busier than when they were in Jiaodong County.
Busy day and night.
…
When he and everyone in Bashan Sword Field were busy in Changling, Yuan Wu woke up in the tent.
No one seemed to care about him anymore.
Efang Palace has turned into continuous ruins, but the embers are still burning.
On the hillside not far from the ruins of Efang Palace, some soldiers and practitioners who were loyal to him set up camp.
Here, you can clearly see the outline of the entire Changling Mausoleum in the dark.
However, even though it is so close to Changling, this place seems to have become an indifferent land.
No army came.
No court officials came.
Not even people delivering food and medicine.
The whole world is changing drastically, but no one cares about the people or things in these tents.
When Yuan Wu opened his eyes, these soldiers and practitioners who were loyal to him did not have any joy.
Because all these sergeants and practitioners know that loyalty is just the mind, but it can't change what has happened.
Yuan Wu looked at the black ceiling.
His pupils were also black and hollow.
The meridians all over his body are also very hollow, his soul seems to be very light, as if it is about to fly out of the body, but the body is extremely heavy, so heavy that he feels as if he is about to sink into the ground.
He raised his hand.
His hands were as heavy as if they had been filled with thousands of catties of lead.
"Give me a sword."
He didn't look at anyone around him, just said this sentence in an empty tone.