Di Renjie pondered for a moment and said, "Since the closure of the mountain gate of Wanjian Villa, all the domestic servants have been passed down from generation to generation, and every time they go out to buy materials in the villa, they are all different, and it is very difficult to penetrate. ”

"On the contrary, even if the infiltration is successful, this old mountain villa will not bring much benefit, so whether it is the secret spy department or the plum blossom internal guard, the penetration here is very limited. ”

Therefore, based on this fragmented information alone, his subordinates could not accurately deduce their intentions. After all, reasoning is not divination, and it cannot be made out of nothing. ”

"But no matter what it is for, it is inevitable that it is just to survive in the dead and give it a go. Although the Ten Thousand Swords Villa sits on the position of the supreme of the sword, but the decline over the years, it is obvious that although the Ten Thousand Swords Saint is strong now, it is difficult to support it alone, once it falls, the Ten Thousand Swords Villa will definitely be destroyed. ”

"Nowadays, there are not many people who still care about the name of their kendo supreme, but there will be no shortage of swordsmen who want to step on their bones and fight out of the position, plus the legend that the Ten Thousand Swords Villa has twelve secret legends of kendo, which can help people reach the rank of human immortals, although this is nonsense, but the world is ignorant, and those Jianghu high-rollers do not distinguish between this. The reason why it can survive to this day is that the seventy-six sword battle arranged by the ancestors of Ten Thousand Swords Villa is the root cause. ”

Di Renjie's tone was calm, implicitly sneering, probably smart people come to see fools, it's all in this tone.

So they simply made this choice, that is, no one cared about them, and the name of the world's number one sword sounded very good. ”

"Eight Nations Sword Saint, I'm afraid no one wants to sit back and watch other swordsmen take this title. ”

"The world is bustling, all for profit, the world is bustling, all for fame, this Taishan sword, I want to do it well. ”

"As for what they want to gain from it, it is not known. ”

Wu Zetian bowed slightly: "Then, repair a book and hand it to Pei Min." ”

Di Renjie was slightly stunned, and then nodded: "What is the content?"

"Tell him to win. If you win, the previous account will be written off. Wu Zetian's voice paused slightly, and he said coldly, "If you lose, settle accounts after the autumn." ”

She waved her arms and slapped them heavily on the table: "Anyway, my Datang wants to win!"

Di Renjie was slightly stunned and smiled bitterly: "Yes." ”

......

Riding a tired war horse all the way on the wide avenue in Chang'an City, the horse's hooves are splashing with snow and water, and pedestrians are avoiding it.

In the wine shop on the side of the road, some guests sandwiched fennel beans and talked about it.

"The Great Wall is going to war again. ”

"I have to fight a few times a year, and it seems to have been very frequent in recent years. ”

"Oh, today's Shengxiong is very talented, just a barbarian Hu Kou, all of them are local chickens and dogs, and the people who sell their heads will not be able to let Hu Yi know if the king arrives soon......"

"Those who offend my Tang Dynasty will be punished even if they are far away!"

"Are you so sure that my Datang can win?"

"Because we haven't lost. ”

This is the Tang people's perception of border wars.

Because they are too far apart, in addition to the successes one after another, the people of Chang'an only know that there is a new female general and a white-clothed sword fairy in the border area, which has a lot to talk about for the wine shop Qinglou.

No one knew that in the Western Regions, one-third of the land under the control of the Beiting and Anxi Protectorates had either been occupied by the Hu and Beiyi people, or had been slaughtered.

The sudden snowstorm also affected Chang'an, but compared to the Western Regions, which are closer to Beiyi, the impact is minimal.

Li Yuanfang's small body was hiding by the edge of the big tree, Di Renjie suddenly appeared behind him and patted him lightly on the shoulder: "What do you think, so distracted?"

"I'm a little worried about Brother Li. ”

Di Renjie snorted: "Worried about him?!"

"Jinsheng has appointed the general Li Yaoshi as the general of the Xikaidao march, leading 100,000 soldiers to march westward, and he can rush to the border in half a month at most. Besides, even if you can't beat Brother Li, who else can stop you?"

Li Yuanfang scratched his head and said, "But I think that Brother Li won't run." ”

......

The Sea of Winter

Li Bai looked at the back of Yiren who was gradually moving away, and did not say goodbye, but turned his head silently, pinching the trick and looking at Shu Jian.

Denisha asked, "What did you and Sister Zhaojun say?"

Li Bai shook his head: "It's nothing." ”

Denisha pursed her lips and fell silent.

The heart says, I don't want to say pull down!

In fact, Li Bai and Wang Zhaojun really didn't talk too much, let alone reminisce about the past, not like old friends who haven't seen each other for countless years, but more like passers-by who met in Pingshui, and the time has been too long.

After a long time, they have a very weak impression of each other.

Moreover, everyone has a new faith.

Especially Li Bai.

It is not so much that he is Li Baifeng, it is better to say that he is just Li Bai who has the memory of Li Baifeng, so there will be Wang Zhaojun's sigh - you are not him.

The two stepped on the Wangshu sword, and the next moment, Huahong flew up.

Li Bai was still thinking about the scenes that Wang Zhaojun showed him, and her heart was a little shocked, she also showed him the scenes of the mythical era, not with words, but directly projected images in his mind.

In the boundless battlefield, the battle flag fell and blood flowed.

One by one, all kinds of strange and even deformed demon seeds, under the leadership of that monkey, launched a decisive attack on the Terran soldiers under the leadership of the Yin Shang Dynasty.

It was not inferior to the Battle of Zhuolu, and even a terrifying war.

However, this is still just the tip of the iceberg.

After the war between humans and demons, there is also the war of the gods.

The water in the King Continent is very deep, even deeper than the ancient mythological era experienced by the thousand-year-old fox, and the current rivers and lakes are just small quagmires, and those huge dynasties are no more than Erer.

After all, you can't imagine the terrifying creativity and destructive power of a scientific and technological civilization with a technological civilization with a fighter-class weapon, and the last fruits of civilization, and the survivors on it.

These super-intelligent bodies may not be much worse than the Immortal Venerables of the Heavenly Court.

Science and technology are the primary productive forces.

You can't afford to play science and the gods of cultivation.

The speed of the sword qi Changhong was very fast, and the moment it swept across the sky, it only left a shallow white mark.

However, as he flew, Wangshu Jian's trajectory suddenly became irregular, and then he fell headlong into the snowstorm.

Li Bai's eyes were closed, and unconsciously, he actually fell into a coma.

Denisha gripped him tightly to keep him from being tossed out in the wind, and the dense scales quickly emerged from her body, forming a dark red scale armor.

"Wake up!"

"What's wrong with you?"

"Li Bai!"