Before parting, Ning Hongyuan looked verbose, like a chattering woman, and still like a young man who became famous in a fight.

He spoke every word with seriousness, with sincerity in every word, because he wanted friends more than enemies, and smiles more than blood.

However, this also made him suddenly lose his charm, and at this moment he was like a small man bargaining in the market.

However, the assassins present listened very carefully, and they were afraid of missing a word.

Their expressions were far more focused than when they were killed, and there were no more questions in their eyes.

After a while, after arranging everything thoroughly, Ning Hongyuan turned his back and walked straight towards the door, and then looked up at the beautiful autumn colors in the distance, with a bright smile on his face.

"Good luck!"

The simple four words condensed Ning Hongyuan's mood at this moment.

Looking at Ning Hongyuan's back as he gradually moved away, this time, these assassins finally figured out one thing, that is, why those assassins in the past were absolutely unwilling to assassinate Ning Hongyuan a second time after they failed.

As for the implicit truth, they know it well, and no one will say it.

At this moment, looking at Ning Hongyuan's back as he was about to leave, they all showed bright smiles, this was the first time since they were born.

"Take care!"

Two simple words encompass all the light.

"Take care!"

Ning Hongyuan stood at the door and replied simply like this.

Ning Hongyuan condensed the true element, and then a phantom disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Looking at the direction of Ning Hong's distant departure, they knew in their hearts that their lives were about to usher in a new chapter.

It is not so much Ning Hongyuan's tolerance as it is their own consciousness, but Ning Hongyuan gave them the key to open the lock of fate.

Because at that time, if they insisted on fighting Ning Hongyuan to the end for the so-called dignity, there would not be today's scene.

However, they were still very grateful to Ning Hongyuan in their hearts, and compared to other people who had not experienced darkness, this gratitude would definitely be more long-lasting.

After finishing the matter, Ning Hongyuan's eyebrows suddenly stretched, and the sense of accomplishment in his heart at this moment was probably stronger than any other period, which also made him feel proud and proud even more than he killed someone.

And this meaningful dialogue has taught Ning Hongyuan a lot.

However, on top of dealing with this matter, Ning Hongyuan actually kept an eye on it, the reason why he let this group of assassins protect the "Tianshan Grassland" was mainly because of his sister Chu Ning'er's words, "Brother Yuan, your tolerance is also what spies want to see the most."

Chu Ning'er's words before made Ning Hongyuan have to have one more mind, so he no longer let these assassins interfere in anything related to the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, but let them protect the grassland.

Such a solution that Ning Hongyuan came up with on the spot, not only solved the problem of the way out for these assassins, but also solved the problem of espionage raised by Chu Ning'er before, and the way to solve it was also perfect.

Ning Hongyuan couldn't help but be proud when he thought of his improvised solution.

"I'm afraid even my father rarely thought of such a solution. ”

"Big brother must not have thought of it!"

The more Ning Hongyuan thought about it, the more proud he became, and he felt that he seemed to be catching up with his eldest brother and father.

For a long time in the past, Ning Hongyuan was extremely disgusted with these troubled times, so he rarely immersed himself in self-cultivation in the past, and rarely dealt with such a relationship between himself and foe.

However, now he feels that it is time for him to stand up and help his father dominate the world, and help him realize the ideal of "heroes in the world, who else can I be".

More than half of the time has passed, and now it is evening, the sun is setting, and the vast land is covered with a glow coat.

Ning Hongyuan looked at it and suddenly stopped for a few seconds to appreciate the gift of this wonderful nature.

He suddenly wanted to improvise a poem and write a poem to praise the vast universe, but there was too little ink in his heart, and after a long time, he could only end up with a wry smile.

You can't use other people's poems to express your emotions.

Just as Ning Hongyuan was smiling bitterly, the Demon Venerable suddenly woke up in Ning Hongyuan's consciousness, "Stinky boy, very courageous!"

Ning Hongyuan couldn't be happy when he heard such a straightforward compliment, but he smiled bitterly and said: "It's a pity that I lost my literary talent, looking at this sunset, I can't compose a poem!"

Ning Hongyuan is a person who likes to pursue perfection very much, so he often likes heroes like Zhuge Liang and Cao Cao more, and hates warriors like Lu Bu, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei, because Zhuge Liang and Cao Cao are both civil and military all-rounders.

So sometimes, he also wants to learn from these all-rounders, can he write a poem to praise his ambition, such as writing his sword god's ambition in a poem, wouldn't it be interesting?

But now it seems that this seems to be a little difficult, he looked at this graceful sunset, but felt that she was very beautiful, but to describe it in words like poetry, it seemed stiff, pondering for a long time, and did not figure out a word.

Hearing him smile bitterly, Demon Venerable laughed out loud, "You kid, don't you want to be an all-rounder in civil and military affairs?"

"It doesn't seem to work!" Ning Hongyuan replied so briskly.

"Not really!" the Demon Venerable affirmed in earnest.

Ning Hongyuan's mind suddenly turned, and he said, "By the way, Demon Venerable, do you have poets in that world?"

The Demon Venerable pondered for a long time before he replied, "Any country with civilization is a paradise containing poets. Without the country and race of poets, they can only be barbarians, and they can only be attributed to the dust of history, and the same is true of the martial realm world, the reason why one plane can survive in this kind of power, poetry still has a lot of credit. ”

"Why!" Ning Hongyuan became more and more curious.

Because according to his understanding of the martial realm world in his previous life, there is only fighting here, and there is only war here, how can there be humanities and arts such as poetry and music?

However, now it seems that this is not the case in the martial arts world, and she seems to have a deeper background.

Thinking of this, Ning Hongyuan found that this martial realm world began to become more interesting.

"Isn't this simple enough? To put it simply, the old man quoted a famous saying from your previous life, those who serve the martial arts will perish, and those who serve the writers will die! Naturally, the same is true of the martial realm world. ”

Ning Hongyuan was a little surprised, "How do you know so much about my world?"

"Don't forget, the old man and you have the same consciousness, the old man can appreciate the culture of your world from your mind!