When Concubine Zhao Xiang left, she said to Li Lingjun, "My life is your life, if I die, can you live in Dachu? ”

At the other end of the thousands of mountains and rivers, in the camp tent of the cold wind and snow, Ding Ning slowly put down the mountains of files in front of him and shook his head slowly.

The Minshan Sword Club will begin, which is the real battle between him and Zheng Sleeve.

She's in the light, he's in the dark, so in front of him he won several battles invisibly.

However, no matter what happened to Changling, no matter how many people died around her, everything seemed to be going on in an orderly manner with her will.

There is no doubt that she is much stronger and more terrifying than before.

She's playing a game of chess.

He was also playing a game of chess.

"This world, in the end, has become a game between me and you?"

Ding Ning looked at the flying snow outside the tent and smiled bitterly.

The wind came to the north, blowing the snow falling between the heavens and the earth, and flew south.

Some of the snow was so heavy that it fell straight into the wasteland.

Some of the snow is light, and it is carried in the cold current, turning into clouds and flying across the Yin Mountain.

When Ding Ning smiled bitterly, a flocculent cloud slowly floated through the thousands of camps of the Wu clan, falling a lot of heavy snow, and then continued slowly south.

Time is changing, when this flocculent cloud is far away from the Wushi wasteland and floats behind the Yin Mountain, Changling has already removed the old year and welcomed the new year.

In a somewhat cold compound.

Listening to the crackling sound of burning bamboo in the streets and alleys near Changling, Shen Xuan put a piece of persimmon between his lips and chewed it slowly.

Persimmon and "thing" homonym, and persimmon was originally a fiery red color, red and hot, in Changling, the New Year persimmon is not only as a sweet food to relieve bitterness when drinking tea, but also the meaning of everything is good.

Persimmon wishes, everything goes well, it's just a thing in the world, how can everything go well?

......

A mountain, located on the banks of a large river.

There is white fog below the mountain, but it is clear above the mountain, which makes the mountain seem to float on the water and on the fog.

This mountain is not far from Changling, but except for a very small number of cultivation geniuses deliberately selected by the people in this mountain gate, the rest of Changling will not be able to enter the door in their lives.

This mountain is where the Spirit Void Sword Gate is located.

As everyone knows, the Minshan Sword Sect and the Lingxu Sword Sect are the two strongest cultivation places in the world.

However, compared to the Minshan Sword Sect, the Spirit Void Sword Gate is more mysterious.

A man carrying a paper bag of persimmons slowly ascends the mountain along the mountain stone path.

The mountains are quiet, but there are occasionally a few disciples who are refining swords next to the mountain stream, and they are all slightly stunned when they suddenly see this man who is quiet and quiet, like a man visiting friends in the New Year in the streets and alleys of Changling.

They had never seen the man before.

However, the man was not surprised at all, just bowed slightly towards them with great grace, and continued to walk up.

On the side of the Wei River, there is a rock like a natural reclining Buddha.

There is a stone house below.

The walls and roofs of the stone house are covered with dense moss, and some of them even grow strange golden flowers.

The furnishings in the stone house are extremely simple, but there is an exquisite tea table with all the tea drinking utensils.

Hearing the footsteps of the man from afar, a purple-shirted man in the stone house began to make tea.

The purple-shirted man had an ordinary face and an ordinary figure, but the skin on his body shimmered with some transparent luster, and it seemed that the whole person was disillusioned in the air with his breathing.

"Senior brother. ”

Looking at the man who walked in, the man in the purple shirt bowed his head first and saluted respectfully, but a trace of joy between his eyebrows quickly turned into a slight chill, he looked at the bag of persimmons that the man was holding in his hand, and said, "Senior brother, what do you mean?"

"I only see each other once a year, so naturally it's for congratulations. The man looked at him and said.

The purple-shirted man frowned and said, "But senior brother, you should understand that I don't like to eat persimmons, and I don't even like to see persimmons." ”

The man sat down across from him and said gently, "Why?"

The purple-shirted man's face suddenly became a little ugly, and he said, "Senior brother asked knowingly." ”

"Naturally, it's because of Senior Brother Ming. ”

The man who distributed the anti-guest was the main one, began to make tea, and said slowly: "In the past Changling Rebellion, Wang Jingmeng entered Changling, Senior Brother Ming wanted to help him, but you don't want him to go." ”

The purple-shirted man took a deep breath and looked up at the man, his brows furrowed even tighter.

The man didn't avoid his gaze, but then said slowly: "You don't want Senior Brother Ming to go, first, because you think that Senior Brother Ming will help him, and it will be useless, and he will definitely die." The second is because you have a grudge against Wang Jingmeng. That's why you poisoned Senior Brother Ming... You just wanted Senior Brother Ming to be powerless to fight and give up, but you didn't expect that Senior Brother Ming knew that he was poisoned, so he still went. Senior Brother Ming likes to eat persimmons the most, and the poison you used to have back then was also in the persimmons. You want to live with your brother, but you let your brother die with poison. So you feel guilty in your heart, you don't like to eat, you don't like to see persimmons. ”

"It's not that I don't like to eat, I don't like to see, but I can't eat at all, I can't see. The purple-shirted man lowered his head slightly and said, "Senior brother is benevolent, after so many years, what is the matter with mentioning the old things of the year?"

"Back then, you didn't let Senior Brother Ming go, of course, you didn't want Senior Brother Ming to die, but people who used swords in my generation only seek pleasure, why not be afraid of life and death, and don't go when friends are in trouble, it's a big injustice. If it weren't for the fact that you and Wang Jingmeng had a grudge, presumably Senior Brother Ming was going to go, and you would never use this method to stop you. ”

The man looked at him seriously and said, "But what if the feud between you and Wang Jingmeng does not exist at all?"

"What?" The man in purple suddenly heard the meaning of the man's words, suddenly raised his head, and exhaled softly.

"You've always thought that your uncle was killed by Wang Jingmeng, but what if it wasn't actually him, but someone else?" said the man.

The purple-clothed man's body stiffened slightly, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

"I knew about it back then, but in the Changling Rebellion, when Senior Brother Ming died, I practiced in the East China Sea, and when I returned to Changling, Wang Jingmeng was dead, and the Bashan Sword Field no longer existed, this matter has become an old thing, and it is useless to mention it again. After a pause, the man continued, "What's more, based on what I say alone, I guess you may not believe it. ”

The purple-clothed man's body was inexplicably chilled, and the wind blew the small golden flowers blooming on the moss outside the stone house, and then even the light shining into the stone house from outside shook as if it were shaking.

"Your uncle has nurtured you and taught you to practice, but it was not Wang Jingmeng who killed him, nor did Wang Jingmeng mean it. It was Bai Qi who killed him, just like when he destroyed the Li family, this was what Zheng Sleeve and Yuan Wu meant, but in the end, this matter was also put on him. The man just said calmly.

The purple-clothed man's breathing became a little difficult, he looked at the man who was scattered, and said slowly: "I really can't fully believe in Senior Brother, because although I believe in Senior Brother's personality, but Senior Brother, you were too close to the owner of the Last Flower Sword back then. Others don't know, but I know that if Senior Brother was also in the mountain gate back then, he would also go to Changling with Senior Brother Ming. ”

"Of course I can't convince you alone. But I'm not alone. The man looked at him and said, "Ji Qingqing is outside the mountain now, if she also says this to you in person, what should you do?"

"Ji Qingqing, the daughter-in-law of Chen Guo?" the man in purple raised his head very slowly and smiled bitterly.

In the next moment, he took a sip of his tea and asked, "If that's the case... Senior brother solemnly mentioned the old things today, why did it change?"

"This is just a personal vendetta, presumably Senior Brother will not want me to try to become the sect master of the Spirit Void Sword Sect, and take the life and death of so many people in the Spirit Void Sword Sect to avenge me. After a pause, he looked at the man and continued.

"Zheng Sleeve wants An Baoshi to be the sect master. ”

The man said solemnly: "They have already arranged for An Baoshi to enter the Void Sword Valley. ”

"So it's three against three?"

The purple-clothed man thought about what the man said, and the other three people of the Spirit Void Sword Gate, and the woman who was waiting at the mountain gate with a beheaded face, sighed lightly and stood up.