In the Changling Mausoleum, where the torrential rain is pouring in, there is a house.

All the doors and windows in this house are extraordinarily large, not because the owner particularly likes ventilation, but because the owner of this house is really large.

The figure of Hengshan Xu Hou sat in front of a certain window, his eyes through the rain curtain, and he was looking in the direction of Lishan at this time.

Next to the tea table beside him, it was Ding Ning who was sitting and drinking tea slowly.

"I didn't expect that the old house would fall into disrepair in a rainstorm, and the walls would collapse and everything would come so quickly, just as I didn't expect the collapse of the Bashan Sword Field so quickly. There was indescribable emotion in the eyes of Hengshan Xu Hou.

There have been many dynasties in history, but he has not personally experienced them, and the changes of those dynasties are rarely so fast, so his mood is difficult to describe in words.

But Ding Ning could understand his feelings.

"Since they are all the same surprise, I just want you to make the same choice as back then, so that this matter can end faster. Ding Ning drank tea calmly and said.

Xu Hou slowly turned his huge body, even if he was just wearing ordinary cloth clothes, it seemed a little difficult: "You don't hold a grudge against what happened back then?"

Ding Ning did not answer Xu Hou's question directly, but smiled faintly and said: "You should understand one thing, whether it was then or now, I never wanted to be an emperor, and I have no interest in being an emperor at all. Especially back then, I was only for Changling, and for the soldiers of the Great Qin Dynasty who were born and died with us. If you feel that the ending can no longer be changed, and that ending faster can reduce the number of deaths, your choice is understandable. ”

Xu Hou was silent for a long time before he spoke: "I can't speak for all of them. ”

Ding Ning shook his head and said, "You can." ”

Xu Hou was a little stunned.

Ding Ning looked at him and said, "Because only you don't know, you are already the one who decided by them... Because in their opinion, you are the closest to Bashan Sword Field, so they feel that letting you be the intermediary to meet with me will make it easier to hide my hatred and allow me to accept you better. ”

Xu Hou lowered his head.

His facial muscles twitched slightly.

He was a little ashamed.

What has he done for the Bashan Sword Field over the years, at most, he secretly expressed some goodwill to those cultivation sites that sympathized with the Bashan Sword Field and were dissatisfied with Zheng Zhiyuanwu, and solved some troubles in those cultivation places.

Just like back then, although he fought with Ye Ce Leng once, he secretly kept Ye Ce Leng.

Is all that kindness all it takes?

He lowered his head a little further.

That's the nod.

Ding Ning also nodded, and also turned his head to look at the rain curtain outside the window, "This will end soon, and a dynasty that has never been unified under the world will appear." Even if there is a bloody struggle for power in the future, when this dynasty is unified, at least whether it is Qin, whether it is Han Zhaowei in the past, or Chu Yanqi now, the people in these places will soon have no concept of dynastic boundaries. There are only people in the world, and there is no dynasty in which dynasty you are. It was the beginning of a whole new era. ”

"Kindness matters. ”

Ding Ning smiled, "Only people who feel that this world has a reason to exist and have good intentions about the things in this world can obtain the goodwill of this world." ”

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The carriage walked in the torrential rain, and the rain pillars hammered against the roof with a dull sound.

In the empty alleys, there were galloping military horses passing by.

When Ding Ning walked out of the Xuhou Mansion, the carriage he was in had invisibly become a forbidden area in Changling, and no one would take care of it.

Just like many years ago when Yuanwu was finally launched, the real magnates of Changling have quietly completed their formation.

Compared with the bloody turmoil in Changling, what these magnates have to do this time is simpler.

They just have to do nothing.

Nothing needs to be done.

Most of the horses that galloped past were low-ranking officials from various divisions.

Most of these low-level officials rushed out of the city for only one purpose, and that was to pursue the disappeared Zhao Gao.

The world of the real magnates is only about the interests of the whole and following the general trend, and as for the people at the bottom, those who really support the operation of the huge dynasty, what they need is some wonderful ideas for the future, some hope for a better life.

For the vast majority of ordinary people, their choices are based on more direct emotions.

Or rather, emotions that are at the mercy of dreams, emotions that are governed by lies and ideas indoctrinated by others.

It is even more troublesome to get these people to make decisions, and it requires some demagogic means.

Yuan Wu in the past was actually very good at this method.

In order to temporarily quell the strong backlash of the old powerful gate valve, and let the merchants be substitutes for the dead, Yuan Wu used this method.

In one part of the Wei River, the water rushed against the current, and a golden figure rushed out.

The crimes on the back of the Jin people are all related to the merchants.

So the merchant was destroyed, and only one orphan girl remained.

It's a clumsy but surprisingly effective one.

Many things have been passed on for a long time, and when they have been passed on a lot, they will become like the truth.

The carriage carrying Ding Ning headed north of the city.

He has to solve the problem of ordinary people's choice, and at the same time solve the problem of the lonely mountain sword hidden.

If the city of Changling must become the center of the world in the future, and become a heroic city with long-term peace and stability, he will not leave any power that may easily destroy this city.

As the carriage moved forward, the true yuan in his body quietly emanated between heaven and earth.

And under the traction of his true element, many streams of water under the wheels of the carriage secretly and life-like converged into thin bundles, which infiltrated into the cracks of the Changling stone road and into the leylines below.

The carriage was quietly heading north, but the force of Ding Ning's traction in the carriage was increasing, like a spider, weaving a huge web, and it was still weaving, and the silk thread was pulling more and more places in the city, slowly, as if it was walking with most of the city.

Some of the Heaven and Earth Origin forces in the depths of the ground began to be induced.

The slightest break in the power of the original balance can trigger the catharsis of unimaginable power.

However, those forces were suppressed by the huge net that Ding Ning was dragging.

The record of the Lonely Mountain Sword Treasure is itself a means of stimulating this power.

And now, this devastating power is only being relieved.

The ground of Changling began to slowly shake.

All the buildings on the ground began to shake slightly.

The tables, chairs, and beds in all the houses began to shake, and the pots and pans in the windows began to collide with each other, making heart-palpitating sounds.

Although it was still raining heavily, everyone began to leave the house and began to feel fear.