The sky is clear, and the black clouds are overwhelming.

In a flash.

Jinling River, center.

This magnificent scenery, stretching picturesque corner of the country, as if sprinkled with a layer of viscous ink, from the south of the south bank, all the way north, until it swallowed the elite division of the Hua royal family.

There is no wind, thunder and lightning.

There was no downpour, it came in waves.

It's just a sword out of the sheath, as if dreaming back to the ancient battlefield.

There are the tragic collisions of knives and guns like a forest, the grandeur of thousands of troops stepping on the glacier, and the desolate scene of the beacon fire in the Central Plains and a mountain of corpses and bones.

Yellow sand hunting, desert frontier.

One will be successful, and ten thousand bones will wither.

"Phew!"

Reopen the dark clouds and see the sun and the moon.

Ning Xuanyuan slashed with a sword, and the vast sky was like a curtain that had been forcibly torn, instantly split into two.

The scorching red sun looms behind the dark clouds.

Shine again.

At the same time, a long pillar of sword qi, starting from the scene of the birthday banquet, crossed both sides of Jinling, and wherever the sword blade went, the earth-shattering blood mist was like fireworks in the world with a brilliant starry sky.

A radius of several miles, a vast river.

Bloodstained country.

"This ......"

Hua Ying looked at the Jinling River in despair, and the first batch of 200,000 elite divisions from the Hua royal family, one after another, stood in place, chilling all over.

This, what the is this peerless master?

A sword broke through the sky, and at least 3,000 soldiers were implicated, not simply killed, but directly turned into a blood mist, and there were no bones.

The two armies faced each other, and the distance was limited.

However, this sword was handed out, and most of the vanguard team of the Hua royal clan was flattened on the spot, and a layer of abrupt blank space kept rolling red waves.

Shocking.

Pores are horrible.

Not to mention the experienced Hua Ying, who has never seen this magnificent and bloody scene in his seventy years of life, even Qin Lie, Gu Zhengqing, and many members of the royal family at the scene are also experiencing it for the first time.

"Your Hua family's team, have you seen the real battlefield?"

A few words.

No one responded.

Hua Ying was stunned and exploded on the spot, before he let go of his hand to fight, he had already had a psychological breakdown, and at the same time, he also collapsed under the command of the Hua royal family, and the so-called elite division integrated with other royal families.

As the saying goes, it takes a thousand days to raise soldiers.

However, the first expedition, before he had time to show his terrifying combat effectiveness, he encountered the strongest army in the country.

"The team that went ashore in Jinling, no, didn't dare to come down. ”

The situation was urgent, and a member of the royal family almost stubbornly reported to Hua Ying.

Hua Ying's eyes were dilated, and her expression was stunned.

Two collisions, one sword broke the formation.

The first batch of vanguard troops was almost beaten to the point that the cold air was blowing all over the body, and the hundreds of thousands of troops who were wandering ashore on the Jinling River refused to fight in the face of stage fright, in fact, it is understandable.

It's just that Hua Ying is unwilling.

I have been raising soldiers for more than ten years, and I have been fighting every day, and I am endless, and in the end, I don't want to fight?, I don't dare to end up anymore, this ......

"Hiss. ”

A cool air rose from the bottom of Hua Ying's heart.

He raised his head with difficulty, looked at Ning Xuanyuan, and then looked at Hua Yunfei, who was hanging in the air a little farther away, with more death and less life, and his heart fell into a complicated situation.

It's really shooting yourself in the foot.

In fact, compared with him Huaying, the three old men who have been sitting in Yanjing all the year round, their mood at this moment is more complicated.

......

Countries.

The inner courtyard, the highest conference hall.

Three old men with gray hair, sitting in different postures, looked at each other without saying a word.

The slightly younger old man on the left simply spread out a book, raised half of his glasses, lowered his head, and silently flipped through the books in front of him.

The old man with white hair opposite him held a cup of tea and blew the tea several times back and forth, only smelling the fragrance of the tea and dissipating, but he didn't see him take a sip.

Directly in front of the long table.

The last old man was dressed in a tunic and stood with his hands in his hands.

At this moment, he stared at the splendid mountains and rivers hanging on the wall with his eyebrows.

Different from the one of the Martial Arts Association, this map of mountains and rivers not only covers the existing area of the country, but also the disputed borders outside the nine national gates.

"In the name of the Inner Court, a notice was issued, to the effect that this year's spring military exercise scheduled for Jinling has come to a successful conclusion, and at the same time thanks other civilian regiments for their participation, which is the icing on the cake for this military exercise. ”

For a long time, the old man in the tunic turned his back to the two of them and said.

After speaking, he shook his head again, and his tone was obviously resentful, "If there is such a big movement, in the end, the three of us will have to wipe his ass for Ningsheng." ”

The remaining two old men did not speak up.

After all, the next conversation will be the top priority, and at the same time, it will officially set the tone for Ning Sheng's future career.

"Why don't we wait for him to come back, and then let's discuss it again?"

The old man who held the tea took out a hand to smooth the white hair on his ear, and continued, "No accident, after this kid Ning Sheng has dealt with the matter of Jinling, it is time to return to Yanjing." ”

"When he comes back, he will be very passive, so let's target it in advance. ”

The old man in the tunic whose real name is Zhao Gongxin shook his head and denied.

The turmoil in Jinling, at most, is a small fight, and the biggest hidden danger that will really affect the muscles and bones has long been pointed at Yanjing, and at present, all local forces, large and small, are waiting.

Wait for Ning Sheng to enter Beijing.

The outside world only knows Ning Sheng's strength, but they don't know that this is still a dark chess piece in the inner court, and the authority in his hands can be called shocking.

If you leave it alone, there will be more trouble in the future.

"At present, the nine subordinate generals who are guarding various places have all returned to Beijing, and according to my attitude, one person is in charge of one country. Zhao Gongxin said slowly.

A seemingly simple sentence, there is a mystery behind it.

This is a decision to empty the existing power of the Governor of the Nine Gates, as long as it is implemented, the Governor of the Nine Gates will become a vacant position, and both influence and dominance will be declining, and it will not be as good as before.

Referring to the previous two terms, this time can be regarded as a special affair, unprecedented for the first time, although the situation was stabilized in the later period, did Ning Sheng become the first governor to be taken down?

"You talk, I'll go out for a walk. ”

The old man, who was silent throughout the whole process, suddenly removed his glasses, covered the book, and clamped it under his armpit, and then walked slowly, ready to leave.

Zhao Gongxin's expression was complicated.

This Si Swenwen, a distant elder, has always taken care of Ning Sheng many times, and now, he is supporting Ning Sheng's decision in disguise, abolishing the Martial Arts Association, and pulling the royal family down the altar.

"Ning Sheng saved your life back then, I want to know, is your current position mixed with personal feelings?" Zhao Gongxin asked.

The two elders who were about to disappear stopped in place for a long time, and left a sentence, "Many years ago, Ning Sheng asked me a question, which I thought was interesting at the time, but now that I think about it, he has been preparing for it for a long time." ”

Ning Sheng asked, all living beings in the world are really as small as dust?

The lights of the world.

The stars in the sky.

Whoever uses industrious hands to weave this beautiful mountain and river, who is the real master, how can it be said that they are insignificant dust?

(End of chapter)