Fusu's eyes lit up, he nodded, and said, "I heard that the wine and the little boss here are very famous, so I came to try it." ”

Looking at Fusu's clean and gentle eyebrows, Ding Ning's body seemed to be filled with countless pictures at the same time, these pictures were like countless sand and stones that made his body cold and hard, and at the same time made it difficult for him to breathe, all of which were the most memorable earthy smell.

"What he really wants is immortality, that is, to rule this Great Qin Dynasty forever, or the entire world. So anyone is his tool, and neither you nor Zheng Sleeve will be an exception. I want to recover the debts he owes to many people, and I hope to change the fate of many people in the future, including yours. As I owe it to you, I will try my best to give you the ability to make your own choices in the future. ”

Ding Ning took a deep breath and receded the images in his mind like a tide.

"How?"

Ding Ning's silence for a moment made Fusu a little nervous, for fear that his words had been inappropriate.

"Have you seen me?" Ding Ning asked as he looked at him.

Fusu was suddenly a little flustered, and subconsciously waved his hand and said, "No." ”

However, he was really not good at lying, or he hadn't lied, and while waving his hand, two red clouds had already appeared on his face.

"I don't think I've seen you before. Ding Ning looked at him calmly and said, "But I feel familiar, so I think this is the so-called first sight." ”

Ding Ning's first sight contained countless heavy meanings, but Fusu's panic disappeared completely, and he felt happy.

He couldn't help but laugh and said, "I also feel like I met it at first sight." ”

"In that case, I invite you for this wine today. Ding Ning put a pot of wine on the table in front of Fu Su, looked at him and said.

Fusu's eyes brightened, he took the wine glass in a hurry, poured a glass of wine, raised a toast like a toast, and then drank it all.

His brow furrowed, "This wine—" but he couldn't help but laugh again, "This wine is really unique." ”

"Good luck. ”

Ding Ning poured a glass of wine, and raised a toast just like ordinary people in Changling when they made friends, but when he drank it all, he said in his heart at the same time: "I wish our fate." ”

Fusu's alcohol consumption is not good, and at this time, he naturally does not have to use the true yuan to force out the alcohol in his body, and he will be drunk and hazy in a short time.

His status is the most noble, and he has his own restraints in his heart, although he is happy in his heart, he also refrains from drinking.

The eldest grandson, Qianxue, walked out of the inner courtyard with a pot of hot tea.

She looked at Fusu's clean eyebrows, and the more she looked at it, the more she looked like Zheng Sleeve, and she was a little disgusted for no reason.

Where to start?

The man's face appeared in her mind's mind, as clear as the one she had seen yesterday.

A tiny wisp of vitality poured out from her fingertips, accompanied by the steam of hot tea caressing Fusu's face.

"I can't drink so much, and I'm not afraid of drunken gibberish. ”

Meng Qihai, who was waiting in the carriage outside the sycamore, finally heard the footsteps of Fusu coming back, and when he saw the face of Fusu who lifted the curtain, he couldn't help but complain, and he didn't see anything abnormal.

......

While Meng Qihai was complaining about Fusu, in the study room in the depths of the Great Qin Palace, where several spiritual lotuses had grown out of lotus flowers, several pure rays of light were constantly entwined on the five fingertips of the queen.

In that battle on the Wei River, all the cultivators above the Seven Realms in Changling City could feel her move, and they could all feel that Zhao Si's natal sword was destroyed in her hands.

The thin and continuous True Yuan and Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi projected from her study, with an extremely determined intent, pierced into the endless sky, reaching places they could not perceive, triggering the spark to turn into a powerful force.

All the cultivators of Changling reaffirmed that after so many years, Zheng Sleeve, the "Sword of Comet" who often killed the main generals of the enemy dynasty with one sword on the battlefield in the past, was stronger than ever.

At this time, she was still crossing the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi in her body into the endless high sky, into the lonely and cold space where the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi Layer had completely disappeared, controlling the unique icy flames formed by the condensation of several comet dust and star true fire.

It's just that at this time, none of the cultivators in the entire Changling Tomb, including the emperor in the palace who solved some hidden dangers before the Lushan Alliance and used the last time before the Alliance to retreat and practice, could not sense her movements.

Because the Bashan Sword Field is gone.

Because even in the Bashan Sword Field back then, she was the only one who comprehended and cultivated this cultivation method

She is like a small star that exudes starlight in the unknown, shuttling through endless space.

In the pale flames controlled by her starlight, a small sword charred as rusty iron was encased.

This small sword is naturally Zhao Si's natal sword.

After this little sword was defeated by her and cut off all contact with Zhao Si, it was supposed to fall somewhere, but at this time, she didn't know what it meant, and the slightest power in those pale flames seemed to be raising this sword that had "died".

Someone walked through the stone path lined with terracotta warriors outside her study and walked towards her study.

Her flawless face did not change, and the light wrapped around her hand slowly turned into dozens of fluorescent dots and disappeared.

A yellow-robed cultivator from her family appeared at the door of her study and handed a secret note to the palace maid at the door of the study.

Opening the secret note handed over by the palace maid, her face showed a look of satisfaction, "I can make Concubine Zhao change her mind, but I do have some talents." Arrange for him to go to Dayan, there should be room for him to show his strength. ”

The yellow-robed cultivator never dared to raise his head, he kept bowing slightly, and when he heard her words, the yellow-robed cultivator respectfully said yes, and then asked, "My family wants to know your opinion on Fang Xiumu. ”

"If you can't use it, you will kill it naturally. She shook her head and said, "The Holy Lord will naturally choose a substitute, so that the family will stop thinking about making a fuss about this matter." ”

The queen's face was flawless, but her eyes were cold at the Wei River at this time.

In the water of the Wei River, a white figure is moving forward like a fairy in the water.

There is no need to surface for ventilation, and she is always moving underwater at such an amazing speed, and she is naturally a white mountain water.

The water area has always been the safest place for her to escape, and after getting rid of Lian Bo and others with the help of Zhao Yi's power, she returned to the Wei River, but she knew that the crisis might not pass, so she never let up.

At this time, in front of her eyes, she finally saw a well-demarcated waterline.

Behind the bright waters, there is an incomparably deep color, and there is an astonishingly vast world.

She knew that she had heard of the Wei River and reached the deep sea.

Here, it is the real dragon going to sea, and no one can kill her.

Her heart was slightly relieved, the strange flush on her face disappeared, and a mouthful of reverse blood gushed out of her mouth.

The annoyance of the tin iron in her chest and abdomen finally subsided slightly, but her face changed suddenly, and a coldness made her body tremble unconsciously.

The power of the elixir that allowed her to suppress her injuries was too violent, and the time for her to forcibly raise the True Yuan this time was too long, and at this time, the entire Qi Sea was a little unstable, and the True Yuan and the Qi of the Five Organs that could be circulated actually retreated to the level of the Six Realms.

Her figure continued to move forward with the current, gradually sinking into a deep shadow, and there was an unspeakable bitterness on her once lonely and arrogant countenance.

Bai Shanshui is not the only crushing loser in this big picture.

In fact, all the great rebellions of the Great Qin Dynasty have not had many victorious moments in the battles with the Great Qin Dynasty over the years.

So there are fewer and fewer people like her and Zhao Si.

Zhao Sijing sat in a room with a strong smell of fat powder, looking at the Jing Demon Sect who pushed open the hidden door and walked into the room, her eyes still had that piercing meaning.

"Looks like I got the bet right this time?"

She first said this self-deprecatingly, then looked at the Jing Demon Sect lightly and asked, "What does it mean that Wang Taixu doesn't come, let you come?"

Jing Demon Sect bowed deeply and said, "He asked me to follow Mr. to learn swords." ”

"This is his condition?" Zhao Si looked at him sympathetically and said, "If you want to learn the sword, you must first become the sword of Zhao Jian Lu." ”

Jing Demon Sect said: "Mr. Taixu has already told me, and I am not a Qin person. ”

Zhao Si sneered, "It seems that I really didn't underestimate his courage, but you... Why do you think you are qualified to be the sword of our Zhao Jian Furnace?"

The Jing Demon Sect didn't know how to answer.

For him, Zhao Jian Furnace was indeed too high, too high for him to look up to.

Zhao Si sank his eyelids, and a light without any breath flowed out from between her, cutting towards the wrist of the Jing Demon Sect's right hand.

Jing Demon Sect's body shook, but he didn't dodge.

The light sliced through the veins of his wrists, and the blood flowed out slowly and continuously, drops of blood falling on the ground below, making a clear sound.

Zhao Si looked at him and said lightly: "If you dare to shed all the blood in your body, I will let you become the sword of Zhao Jianlu." ”

Jing Demon Sect raised his head and looked at her, letting the blood on his hands flow.

Zhao Si never moved, as if he wanted to watch him die.

Even if the Jing Demon Sect finally couldn't support it, she fell to the ground and began to fall into a coma, she didn't move.

There was almost no blood flowing from his wrists, and when his vitality began to disappear, Zhao Sicai took a deep breath and stretched out his hand.

Dozens of drops of blood suddenly erupted from her fingertips, and then they stretched out in the air, turning into dozens of extremely long thin needles, which submerged into the Jing Demon Sect's internal body.

The five organs in the body of the Jing Demon Sect felt the hope of life, and then they were stimulated by a fiery irritability, and became more vigorous.

Zhao Si smiled coldly and said to himself: "I didn't expect that among the people in the market here, there is really a person who can carry the sword intent of my Zhao Jian Furnace. ”