Spirit?

Dream?

Ning Shi thought back to Chen Yusheng, who was crying bitterly, and it turned out that he had been in a dream!

The dream is in the heart, looking at the heart from the outside, through the belly, I don't know whether it is true or not. If you look at the heart from the inside, then what you see is a transparent person, a person without secrets. Ning Shi naturally didn't want something to invade his dream, but he knew that he couldn't stop it.

He was ready to bite his tongue.

He is the last disciple of the Sword Sect, and he can die standing up, but he can't be toyed with. Ning Shi followed Meng Bajiu to walk in the world, his aunt has never been humiliated, let alone humiliated his precious apprentice, in Meng Bajiu's heart, Ning Shi is her apprentice, although this stinky boy is only willing to call her aunt!

Thinking like this, Ning Shi was a little aggrieved, inexplicably aggrieved.

Aggrieved.

Aggrieved.

The gray line entered his dream.

Chen Yusheng was heartbroken by the nightmare, and Ye Qingniao was puzzled by the moon in the mirror, so what would Ning Shi's heart be?

......

When the gray line entered the Ning Ten Dreams, in the northern border of the Tang Dynasty, three hundred miles away from the Sword Casting Grassland, 200,000 Sheng Tang Iron Cavalry fought a very rare battle with the southbound steppe wolf cavalry. The ambitious Emperor of the Tang Dynasty was bound to win, and he was not willing to defend in Xiongcheng at all, in his heart: "The emperor's great achievements are all based on blood and war." ”

The battle heated up in the first encounter.

In the twilight of late autumn.

The red-armored cavalry of the Tang Dynasty had already occupied a vast grassland in the north, and the surrounding mountains were gray, and the sunset was full of silhouettes, and they couldn't be seen.

The expelled steppe wolf rode back into the distance, staring at the Tang army with fierce eyes, ready to rely on the bloody battle on horseback to return to the garden. The bloody sunset gradually receded, and the two sides were still facing each other to the death, neither side was willing to retreat in advance, and neither side would rush to kill.

The emperor of the Tang Dynasty was full of blood, but he did not understand military affairs, and it can even be said that he had studied it deeply.

When will the troops be dispatched?

When will the troops be collected?

When to take advantage of the victory?

This emperor knows it well!

Moreover, he is far more cold-blooded than outsiders imagine, and the bones on the grassland are just numbers in his eyes.

"The Northland is indeed as shown in the news, strong on the outside and dry in the middle, and it will be crushed with one blow. ”

"In this battle, we must fight for a victory, and the barbarians of the grassland will be beheaded seventy percent and cut off their luck for a hundred years. ”

"Winnable, undefeatable. ”

Dark clouds obscure the moon.

The autumn breeze is bleak.

The casualty rate of the Northland Wolf Cavalry is counted, and the battle achievements are gratifying, unexpectedly gratifying, and such feats have never been achieved in a hundred years.

In the night, the excited Tang army gradually entered the boundless snoring, recuperating and preparing for the victory of the second day.

No one noticed the gray mist wafting on the battlefield, the grassland in late autumn, and the climate was already cold.

Fog is a very common thing.

Under the campfire army lamp.

The mist drifted for hundreds of miles.

Day 2.

As the battle continued, more and more wolves were killed, and the herdsmen tribes of the Northland were discovered one after another. There is no forgiveness for killing, the will of His Majesty Sheng Tang is only three words, there is no forgiveness for killing, especially for men.

As long as there are no men on the grassland, the grassland will not be the grassland of the northern barbarians, at least not for a hundred years.

The more the heads were killed, the mist in the night widened farther and farther away, and even a stinking smell could be smelled between the noses. But no one cares, killing is addictive, killing can't be stopped, no one will strangle the reins of glory.

The addition of an official to the knight is already on the edge of the sword.

Autumn frost is shining.

Finally, when the invincible Tang army slaughtered the seventeenth steppe tribe, a strange disease began to circulate among the sergeants, vomiting and diarrhea, high fever did not go away, and there was no cure.

Li Tianyi's father, His Majesty of the Tang Dynasty, also contracted this strange disease.

Not more than three days.

The pace of the Tang army stopped, and then another terrible news came, the Xiling Hu Kingdom united with the remnants of the Northland wolf cavalry, and suddenly began to surround the Tang army.

Falling horses on the prairie.

The three armies fought hard for a whole day and a night.

This steppe has become a veritable meat grinder.

The 400,000 souls of the Three Kingdoms were thrown away on this grassland, and almost no soldiers escaped, and even His Majesty of the Tang Dynasty died violently in this crazy battle.

In the end, the country of Hu became the biggest beneficiary.

Wave the army eastward......

The news came back to Luoyang, the capital of the gods, and the fifteen-year-old prince Li Tianyi became the Tang Emperor overnight.

No one asked for his opinion, he didn't need to, and he wouldn't ask, he was the crown prince, and he was born to be an emperor. The Tang Dynasty had a strict system, which soon functioned normally, with the cabinet, the three divisions, and the six ministries each performing their duties......

Li Tianyi was only fifteen years old, he didn't have much concept of the throne, and his life didn't change much. After his father's departure, he began to review the notes, strictly copying the drafts of the cabinet.

For each note, there is a clear draft.

Li Tianyi only needs to copy it neatly.

In the dead of night, Li Tianyi, who was dressed in brocade and yellow robes, looked at the fold in his hand: "Can I write my own opinion?"

The old eunuch in the python robe said in a deep voice: "You are the emperor, you can naturally write." ”

Li Tianyi: "Then I ......"

Before he finished speaking, the old eunuch in the python robe added: "Write, you can, but you have to think about it, this draft is a draft written by the cabinet ministers for you." If you don't, it means you don't trust them anymore, and they have to die. ”

Li Tianyi: "......"

The Son of Heaven in the Tang Dynasty was very sad, and Ning Shi was also very sad.

Dreams are all thrown in.

What will be in the dream of Koning Ten?

I'm afraid that even he doesn't know that there may be hawthorns full of slopes, there may be candied fruits full of eyes, there may be countless beautiful paintings, there may be countless jars of special fragrant wine, and there may be ......

There may be a lot of things, but these things belong to Ning Shi, and not anyone who wants to see them can watch them.

Because he has an identity, he is the last disciple of the Sword Sect, and he has an aunt named Meng Bajiu, who is very powerful and does not rub sand in her eyes.

Just because of the three words Meng Bajiu, no one who wants to enter Ning Shi's dream can enter it.

Dreams are made up of memories, and in Ning Shi's memory, the most is his aunt Meng Bajiu.

The gray line is a sword spirit, the sword spirit of the Grass Snake Sword.

The Grass Snake Sword is one of the two most powerful swords in the Sword Casting Grass House, but no matter how powerful it is, the owner of the Grass Snake Sword back then was not a sword immortal, and if it wasn't a sword immortal, it would definitely not be as powerful as Meng Bajiu.

The gray line entered Ning Shi's dream.

There is a woman standing at the door of the dream, holding an oil-paper umbrella, green bamboo stalks, and plum blossom noodles.

This gray line just saw the woman's back, as if it had seen a ghost, and the entire snake body began to tremble and tremble.