The defeated strong is still the strong.

Every year, new practitioners appear in the cultivation sites of various dynasties, and those who can be strong enough to be recorded in the history books have many of their experiences that are worthy of respect.

When Duanmu Hou decided to commit suicide, he also had countless respects for the old woman of the Wu clan in front of him.

Because whether it is in the Wu clan or in the rest of the dynasties, it will always be much more difficult for women than men to take charge of the government.

The most important thing is that this old woman of the Wu clan has never relied on her own force.

"Maybe if I met you fifteen years earlier, I would have lost in your hands earlier, and it would have been very different. ”

When he finally lowered his head slowly, letting a sharp tip of ice pierce his throat, he said this seriously.

The Empress Dowager did not respond.

But she understood what this Great Qin prince meant.

If Duanmu Hou could see himself thoroughly at that time, then the achievements he could achieve on the path of cultivation would be very different.

"You've lost again. ”

She no longer looked at Duanmuhou, but turned her head to look at the place where the pale starfire had fallen, and said slowly, the corners of her mouth showing a smug smile.

"You really want the Nine-Eyed Dzi, but you can't think of whose hands the Nine-Eyed Dzi is. ”

Against the backdrop of the snow, the old woman's pupils still looked a little dull and cloudy.

The power of Tianyoujing only made her young for a moment, but after the light bloomed, it seemed to burn her more energy.

However, whether it was Hu Jingjing or Xie Rou on the side, they all felt that the old woman's eyes were full of kindness and wisdom.

Both girls are very simple, and the more innocent they are, the more they can see the essence of things.

Both of them felt that the reason why this old woman of the Wu clan was able to win the mistress of Changling was because she could see people's hearts clearly and knew who she could trust.

......

It was cloudy, but it didn't rain.

Bright lights were hung in many mansions in Chudu.

In the big river outside Chudu, where there were UFO boats, the waves were a little turbulent, but the wind happened to come from downstream, which naturally gave convenience to many merchant ships that wanted to go upstream, and there were more merchant ships navigating on the river than usual.

In a small river bay very close to the city of Chudu, there is a flat boat parked, and the world-famous Mr. Zhao Si is on this boat.

She was alone, drinking the sugar water sold in Chuduli, and looking at the starry lights in Chuduli.

There are evenly cut pears in the sugar water, and some sun-dried longan, which are boiled in the sugar water and become "fat" again, exuding a very good aroma.

The more scenery you have seen, the more your horizons will become.

Whether it is the exquisite food, or the buildings that look beautiful on a cloudy day, the breathtaking lines created by the craftsmen make her secretly sigh, lamenting that this long dynasty is indeed much more profound than her homeland, the Great Zhao Dynasty.

Just as the wind can blow the sails and walk with the boat, just as this bowl of sugar water will cool after a long time, many things in this world are inevitable.

She admitted that the Zhao Dynasty under the rule of the mediocre emperor back then, if it wasn't for opponents like Qin and Bashan Sword Field, it would probably be a matter of time before it would fall.

It's just something that happened, but naturally it can't be forgotten.

A boat floated downstream.

The speed of the boat is not fast, but there is a unique atmosphere of its own, which naturally attracts her perception.

She put down the sugar water she had drunk most of it, wiped the corners of her mouth with a coarse cloth handkerchief, and waited quietly.

Looking at the movement of the ship, there was not half a cent of True Yuan fluctuations on her body, but only she knew best, and her momentum was becoming more and more perfect.

Shortly before that, she had a fight with the Zis.

At that time, she was full of fighting spirit, and her state was also at its peak.

It's just that compared to now, that battle can only be said to be a movement of the body at most.

A duel that can be called an epic depends not only on who the opponents of the two sides are, the strength of the cultivation of the two sides, but also on the meaning it represents.

In the last fifty years in this cultivator world, what cultivators imagined and looked forward to the most was actually the battle between the Grandmaster of Zhao Jianlu and the Sword Leader King of the World.

It's just that this battle didn't come to fruition.

When he was fighting against the Qi Si people that day, Mr. Zhao Si and Zhao Miao knew that he had comprehended all the sword intents that his master wanted him to understand, and he was infinitely close to the realm of his master back then. However, as she watched the ship get closer and closer, she also knew that she was only infinitely close, not equal to or surpassed.

Only this kind of fatalistic opponent, an opponent that the entire division has been waiting for for many years, allowed her to really stand at that height.

When the two boats were no more than fifty feet close, and when she saw the face of Ding Ning standing on the bow of the boat, she bowed her head slightly and stood with her hands in her hands.

At this time, she was sure that there was no difference between her and her master back then.

"Zhao Jianlu is really extraordinary, and he is full of talents. Ding Ning looked at her and said this calmly.

Such words may seem polite or hypocritical to others, but they are completely different from others.

Zhao Miao raised her eyebrows slightly, calmly accepted this compliment, and then asked, "You are in Jiaodong County, why did you suddenly come here again?"

"Pick up an old friend and take care of some things by the way. Ding Ning replied.

Zhao Miao suddenly realized, and her eyes flashed: "Baili Suxue is coming?"

Ding Ning didn't speak, just nodded.

Zhao Miao took a deep breath, looked at him and said, "You owe me Zhao Jianlu a sword." ”

Ding Ning said: "I owe Zhao Jianlu." ”

Zhao Miao thought about it seriously and said, "Do you want to change the time?"

This in itself was not a planned contest, but just a coincidence.

But in her opinion, if Ding Ning had important things to do next, such a sword competition could be postponed.

"No, I don't. However, Ding Ning shook his head and said, "It's better to be deliberate than to be at the right time." ”

After a slight pause, Ding Ning glanced at the sky in the distance and continued softly: "I have been waiting for this sword for many years, and at this time, if there is someone in this Chu capital who makes me as awe-inspiring as your master, I will not come so casually." ”

Zhao Miao bowed his head again.

The previous salute was for herself, but this time she saluted on behalf of her teacher.

"And that begins?" she asked.

"How can such a sword walk silently and lose the audience it deserves?" Ding Ning looked at the outline of Chudu not far away, looked at the newly built city wall, and looked at the south gate of the tallest city wall, and smiled.

Zhao Miao instantly understood what Ding Ning meant, and also laughed, laughing extremely proudly, "That's what you mean." ”

The eldest grandson, Qianxue, was in the tent of the boat, drinking a pot of new wine with his bare hands.

This time, instead of casually wearing the most ordinary clothes, she was dressed in a gorgeous dress as white as snow.

This pot of wine is not a crude sour brew brewed at will in Wutong Luoli, but an elixir that only the winemaker of the Gongsun family, the head of the old powerful gate, knew how to brew.