In the final analysis, Du Qing is for money, not for swords.

He went out of Shu to look at the emperor's gate, but the reason for his apprenticeship was still because of wealth.

There are no lofty ideals, nor are there broad ambitions, not because there are unspeakable hidden, nor because there is a little sister and sister in the family who need to be supported.

He was three years old when he entered the Wangdi Gate, and it was his mother who took him by the hand and then handed him into the hands of an ordinary disciple of the Wangdi Gate.

In order to restore the country, Wangdimen exchanged a large amount of grain for the population.

The woman sold him to Wangdimen just for a few bites.

He vaguely remembered that the three-year-old boy, who was weak, only exchanged three bags of corn.

His mother agreed.

Goods are more important than people... At least more important than him.

This is something that Du Qing has known since he was a child.

A small bud grows in Du Qing's heart, and maybe he doesn't know what this bud has grown into.

Du Qing is very talented, at least in terms of kendo.

This was recognized by everyone, even his master.

His master is the first assistant secretary in the Wangdi Sect...'White Eagle' Du Menzi.

Du Qing is a good seedling found by Du Menzi in the miscellaneous courtyard, when he was six years old, by mistake, he was appreciated by Du Menzi, and since then he has been worshipping Du Menzi to practice swordsmanship.

Du Qing is very ambitious and motivated to pursue ambitions.

He has been chasing the back of that woman all his life, the woman who sold him cheaply with three waiting corn.

Maybe he wants to prove that his life is not inferior to corn.

Or maybe it's a pure understanding of the preciousness of goods.

So he practiced his sword desperately and exchanged his sword skills for money.

When he first came out of the world, he didn't think highly of himself like his brothers and sisters... As the first signboard in Shuzhong, the knights of Wangdimen only served as guests for the powerful in Shuzhong, and only Du Qing, who was happy to accept the high amounts of goods, bodyguards, assassinations, regardless of kindness and righteousness, only talking about money and goods.

So the Wangdimen people, who regarded themselves as the remnants of Shennong, were all excluded from him.

They are nobles of the former dynasty, how can they be in the company of merchants and untouchables?

In his eyes, the ethereal dream of recovering the country of Wangdimen people is far less real than jewelry and goods, and far less exquisite than status.

It's just that... Before Shanla Khan and Suamu died, he seemed to perceive something different.

That thing seemed to burst out of the cocoon from the bottom of his heart, denying and shattering his life.

Whether it is Su Amu or Shanla Khan, they are all nobles, with copper smell, but they also have chivalrous bones.

As a result, the lifeless grass and reeds are mixed with pathetic, rhythmic sounds.

No wine, no laughter.

There is only the wind of the wind.

Du Qing was silent, just kept beating his sword in the drum furnace until his sword broke into several pieces.

Du Qing took the sharp tip of the sword.

Nobody knows.

No one will ever know what will happen next.

Gongzi Kang still went to Nulu, and the grandmother of Nulu recruited a number of beautiful Yue girls, all of whom were virgins, and they did not come out of Wuwei Pavilion for dozens of days, just to wait for one day Gongzi Kang came to Nulu again on a whim, and then came to apologize for Qiu Baiji's sins.

It's just that Gongzi Kang only sent twenty swordsmen with extraordinary skills to go first, but those twenty swordsmen were taken away by the murderous swordsmanship that did not belong to people.

The Nülu was burned by fire and everything was hidden.

Death row.

"I heard that you killed people without blinking. Are you afraid of a big scene?"

"Hmph. ”

"Do you want me to get you out? ”

“...... What do you want?"

"As you can see, I only have one hand. ”

"So what?"

"After you go out, just follow me to a place and kill someone with me. ”

"Hmph, let's talk about it when we get out, dead and crippled!"

“...... What's your name?"

"Cool dance. ”

Du Qing's face was expressionless.

took the murderous king, who was rescued from death row yesterday, dressed in luxurious clothes, and came to the outside of the Liang Palace.

The Killer King trembled.

How could it be a cool palace?

How could it be such a place?

Thousands of Praetorian Guards roamed the palace, and their standing momentum completely frightened the murderous king who killed an entire street.

The Killer King was bloodless, his feet could barely move, and even his breathing began to feel cold.

Du Qing recalled the most thrilling and meaningful battle of his life.

Recalling the so-called third-rate invincible swordsmanship in the dense forest.

Third-rate?

"The leg had to be cut off. ”

"If you cut off your feet, how can you kill Gongzi Kang?"

"I'll carry you. ”

"You don't need to die with me in this nameless place. ”

"Okay. ”

"Get out of here. ”

"When I cut off Childe Kang's head, I'll yell your name. ”

"Can I still hold a sword?"

"If you find it, you need a reason to be stronger. Unfortunately, I don't need it anymore. ”

No.

You can immediately wield the world's first-class sword, and use the world's first-class boldness.

Your name will resound in the sky and will be passed down through the ages as a model for swordsmen.

Because you've shown me something that's amazing.