Sincerity and trustworthiness are the aspects of kindness.

Fusu Wuzi couldn't believe that the spring general was in a trance, not just because he heard about Ding Ning's death along the way and was in a trance, but because the Lushan Alliance had just passed, and it was clear that the four dynasties had made an alliance on the Lushan Alliance, so how could this alliance not exist now?

Sima Cuo knew what he was thinking just by looking at his expression at this time, and immediately smiled coldly and said, "If you don't fight, you won't fight, children won't, let alone adults." ”

Fusu swallowed his saliva with difficulty, looked up at Sima Cuo, and said, "If you don't believe in your words, you don't know what to do." ”

"That's what the book says, unless everyone in the world is that kind of saint, and I don't know how much of that kind of book was burned before your father ascended the throne. Sima Cuo said coldly and mercilessly.

He has a high status, and as a prince master at this time, he naturally understands what Zheng Sleeve wants him to teach, so he doesn't have to shy away from speaking at all.

After saying this, he lowered his head and continued to look at the case, but his brows frowned slightly unconsciously, thinking in his heart, Yuan Wu and Zheng Sleeve are not such simple and kind fools, so who is this Fusu like?

With this in mind, his attention was not drawn to the files in front of him.

The afterglow of his eyes swept over Fusu's side face, but what appeared in his mind were many pictures of that person in Changling, but he felt more and more similar in his heart.

Although the time is not right, is there really something hidden in this?

Sima Cuo's eyes narrowed slightly.

There was an inexplicable coldness in his heart.

Even though the queen did a lot of things in Changling that seemed intolerable to both the two phases and the saint, the relationship between the saint and the queen still seemed to be close.

But if it's a completely normal couple, will these things still be intimate?

......

"A hundred-legged insect is dead but not stiff, but how many waves can it set off?"

When Sima Cuo, who looked like a scribe, was thinking coldly about the affairs of the palace, a border city near Wushan in the distance, in the middle of the snow, Wei Wuji stood at the highest place at the head of the city, and said coldly and disdainfully.

Wei Wuyi is the Marquis of Wei in Sima Cuo's mouth, and he is the oldest of the thirteen marquis of Great Qin.

At this time, his beard and hair are all silver and white, but his body is extremely straight and tall, and this kind of aura like an iron tower even reminds people of Liang Lian, the general of the Tiger and Wolf Army before.

A little bit of snow accumulated on the dark armor on his body, which gave him a layer of lonely momentum like a thousand mountains of cold snow at this time.

"Even if Lin Zhujiu escapes from the Great Floating Water Prison, what is the use of relying on those few broken swords in the Bashan Sword Field?"

"The descendants of the nine dead silkworms are different from the past. ”

He looked at the Chu border in the wind and snow in the distance in front of him, and the mockery on his face became stronger and stronger, "So you don't have to think about it uselessly at all, the battle between the Bashan Sword Field and the Holy Lord... Unless Wang Jingmeng comes back to life, I don't think that those people in the Bashan Sword Field can pose any threat to the Holy Lord and the Empress. ”

The person standing behind him was also wearing a Xuantie battle armor, but he was wearing a cloak and a black scarf on his face, so he couldn't see his face clearly, and he responded softly at this time: "Wei Hou, you let me not worry, but some time ago, I died without a reason, and the Lingxu Sword Gate split the two ends without warning, which was not enough to compete with the Minshan Sword Sect. As for the Minshan Sword Sect, no one can see through the meaning of Baili Suxue. But at least, whether it is him or Jing Liuli, it is also clear who is favored at the Minshan Sword Meeting. ”

"Ann bouldering?"

Wei Wuji suddenly laughed and turned to look at this person, "In the entire Changling Tomb, in the past hundred years, the person with the highest cultivation talent is naturally Wang Jingmeng. But after him, the one with the highest cultivation talent was Bai Qi instead of An Baoshi. As long as Bai Qi and his army are there, the changes in these sects will not affect the overall situation at all. ”

"What was the most powerful and terrifying thing in the past?"

After a pause, he looked at the man and continued, "Those people are not just cultivators, not just great grandmasters, but most of them are generals who lead the army. However, now the Thirteen Marquis of Great Qin, Zhengwu Division, and Bashan Sword Field have to do with it?"

"So don't think about leaving yourself any way back, at this time, the saint and the queen, the last thing they want to see is the wall grass with an ambiguous attitude. ”

Finally, the elderly prince looked at the man with a black scarf behind him, calmed down, turned to look at Chu Di again, and said softly: "My age is already old, and the last glory of the Confucianism City lies in forcibly suppressing so many cultivation sects, and I still have a few opportunities to lead the army like this, and my glory will be in Chu this spring." ”

"Back from the dead?"

The man in the black scarf was silent, but these four words flashed inexplicably in his mind.

The corners of his mouth under the black scarf also began to flow a slight sarcastic smile.

Although this is absolutely impossible, but the current saint and queen, isn't it the fear of these four words that maintains the intimacy between the two?

Even if Wei Wuji had such a long conversation with him, the opinion in his heart at this time was still different from Wei Wuji.

......

Resurrection from the dead is naturally the most unlikely thing.

Unless it's not dead at all.

But why didn't he die?

When his consciousness returned to An Baoshi's mind, he was also confused, shocked and puzzled.

There was no joy in it.

A strange buoyancy supported him, and it was a cold current, but it didn't let him drown.

He tried to tear his eyes away, but he was weak, and then he couldn't see any color, just black.

So he instinctively felt that he had fallen into that strange black river, and the water seemed to be flowing gently in one direction, and the droplets that splashed into his mouth were bitter, so bitter that he kept vomiting. Then he intuitively felt that he was blind and could not see anything.

I can't see anything, but my perception is getting clearer and clearer.

He felt that the important meridians in his body, which were originally unobstructed, had been broken into many sections.

The most important thing is that his sea of qi is empty.

There were several gaps, large ones that seemed to leak out of his body.

His cultivation was in vain.

His sea of qi was also broken.

His body was also ruined, leaving many wounds that could not be healed. This is what practitioners call hidden wounds.

Then he gradually thought about why he could live, and his body became even colder.

When he passed through the Void Realm, he was cut through his body by Qi Zong's sword wire, but the power of the Spirit Void Sword Sect predecessor who caused the Void Realm back then was stronger than Qi Zong, and the power of the Void Realm suppressed the explosion of sword qi, and even squeezed his body hard, and in an incredible situation, the flesh that had been cut off itself was cemented together.

I don't know how long this kind of time lasted, but now it seems that at least his flesh and bones are connected and grow, but some meridians are misplaced.

Something must have happened next, giving some life to his body, which had become inferior to even ordinary people.

It's a real miracle.

But everything is useless, even the eyes are blind, what is the point of coming back from the dead like this?

Ann Baoshi wanted to cry.

But he didn't even have the strength to cry, and he couldn't even make any sound.

He just felt colder and more uncomfortable.

He missed all the time he had spent in Changling before, especially the spring day when the ice and snow melted and the sun was warm.