What is truly unforgiving is time.

The sun shone down on the entire Changling Mausoleum, gilding every dilapidated courtyard with a layer of gold.

The vast majority of the people of Changling began to hear that the shock of last night came from the hand of the great rebellion against the person who had been singing wildly in Changling City, and from the panic in the middle of the night to the slow calm, at this time, the news of the Minshan Sword Society also began to spread throughout Changling City.

Countless unbelievable exclamations and exclamations rang out at different moments in different corners of Changling.

On this day, the probability of the name "Ding Ning" ringing in Changling City far exceeds that of "Bai Shanshui", this ordinary boy who was still in Wutong Luo last year miraculously became the first place in the Minshan Sword Club, which is too legendary, especially his origin, which makes the people in the streets and alleys of Changling even more excited.

The once secluded Sycamore Fall was overcrowded, and countless cars and horses even blocked the main road outside, and many people rushed to see how this alley was different from other alleys, and how could such a monster be raised.

Prior to this, there were only two real monsters in the entire Changling and the entire Great Qin Dynasty, Jing Liuli and An Baoshi, but now the entire Changling Dynasty will soon be the entire Great Qin Dynasty, and the whole world knows that there is one more Ding Ning.

The streets and alleys were noisy, but the wine shops with their doors locked were still cold.

The ground was covered with the thick dust from the previous night's earthquake, and the dust in the hall floated in the sound of approaching the door panel and eager breathing, making everything inside even darker.

In the backyard bedroom, the eldest grandson Qianxue sat silently on the edge of the bed, her long eyelashes blinking gently.

Even though the news of Ding Ning's victory had come, she didn't know Bai Shanshui's life and death, and she didn't know if Bai Shanshui's journey last night would pose a fatal danger to herself.

Ding Ning didn't come back here, she couldn't feel at ease.

In the depths of the lonely palace, the face of the queen who had not slept all night still looked so perfect, without any tiredness, and there was no emotion that was different from that of normal days.

She just wrote a letterhead by herself, and then handed it to a palace maid standing next to her casually, and said calmly: "Someone bring it to Zhang Yi." ”

......

"I heard that there were two very powerful flying swords in the suburbs of Changling last night, one sword can withstand dozens of mortal flying swords, I don't know how it compares to you?"

"A cultivator who has broken through the four realms and can defeat the five realms, do you think I will be able to defeat him in the future?"

A handsome young man dressed in ordinary linen clothes was talking.

The place where he stood was the edge of a cliff, and in front of him was a void except for a faint cloud and mist, only a pale yellow handleless sword suspended in front of him, trembling slightly with his breathing, and the breath on the sword had a wonderful rhythm, as if it had a unique life.

There were no people around, so he was talking to his flying sword.

Looking at the way he spoke, it was not a whim, but he was very accustomed to talking to his flying sword like this.

Even if the flying sword seems to be alive, it is a dead thing that can't speak, and when talking to his own flying sword, this person is often very lonely.

However, true geniuses are often lonely.

The sun is shining all over Changling, but there are still many corners in Changling that do not see the sun.

Under the canopy, in the ghostly fish market, there is the sound of pianos singing and crying, and several black bamboos swaying endlessly on the shady threshold.

"In fact, the queen's ruthlessness is not only in killing people with a knife. ”

The red-shirted woman with a gentle face and an extremely gentle tone lowered her head slightly, and whispered to the rickety old man in black: "What she is the most ruthless and best at doing is to strip the people you care about from you one by one." ”

......

After this night, some people in Changling were happy, some were sad, and some people had just woken up.

Xie Changsheng opened his eyes with difficulty.

He felt the harshness of the world outside, then the heat, and then he realized that it was the sun that was dazzling him.

He was sure he was alive.

Then he couldn't help but laugh.

He didn't have much strength, but he used all of it to laugh.

The Minshan Sword Sect really didn't watch him die.

He's still alive, and that's his victory.

"With such a serious injury, you dare to laugh like this, and you are not afraid of collapsing the wound. ”

A sarcastic voice reached his ear.

Xie Changsheng hadn't even seen the surrounding scenery clearly, so naturally he didn't see the person who spoke clearly, but he replied nonchalantly: "If the wound collapses, it won't die." ”

The person who spoke up froze for a moment, as if he could not refute his words.

Xie Changsheng blinked his eyes proudly, and slowly saw that he was in a cyan house.

The floor and walls are all cyan, but they are no longer pure green jade.

So he couldn't help but move the corners of his mouth with disdain, and said: "Qingyu is the way, Qingyu is the palace, I thought that the Minshan Sword Sect was really rich to the extreme, but it turned out that it was only the exterior façade decoration to the extreme, but it was just bluestone with similar color and luster." ”

"A rich man is a rich man, and he looks at everything with a copper coin. ”

Listening to a more sarcastic voice, Xie Changsheng barely turned his head a little, but he was stunned.

He saw that it was a girl in a green shirt standing in the porch of the door looking at him with a cold face, and then he immediately remembered that this girl in a green shirt was the pure glass that made him ashamed of himself before.

"Strange. He was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help muttering.

Jing Liuli glanced at him and said, "What's strange." ”

Xie Changsheng hesitated for a moment, and said honestly: "I seemed to be afraid of you before, but now I don't seem to be afraid." ”

Jing Liuli frowned slightly: "What do you mean?"

Xie Changsheng laughed: "It should be that I have died once, what else is there to be afraid of." And in my thoughts, I made a bet with the Minshan Sword Sect, betting that the Minshan Sword Sect would not let me die, and now that I have won the bet, I have won the entire Minshan Sword Sect, of course, I will no longer be afraid of you, the genius of the Minshan Sword Sect. ”

A mocking sneer appeared at the corner of Jing Liuli's mouth, and she turned away, "Very good at self-soothing stupid thoughts." ”

Xie Changsheng was not angry, looking at her back, but he suddenly remembered something important, and shouted, "The Minshan Sword Meeting is over?"

Jing Liuli's footsteps paused slightly, "It's over." ”

Xie Changsheng stiffened slightly, "Who is the first?" ”

Jing Liuli didn't look back and said without nonsense: "Ding Ning." ”

Xie Changsheng was stunned.

"Hahahaha......"

In the next moment, he laughed wildly again with all the strength he could muster.

Jing Liuli didn't look back, her brows furrowed deeply again.

In the face of such a stupid Guanzhong kid who doesn't know whether to live or die, she doesn't even seem to have a reason to be angry.

At about the same time, there were still people waking up in Changling City.

Liang Lian is waking up.

In fact, he was not really unconscious, but the Wuji Sword Body he cultivated had a unique sword cultivation technique, and in the seemingly unconscious state of others, he could use this technique to suppress and repair the injuries in his body.

At this time, this kind of healing time is not enough, and he should be in a coma for a little longer.

However, he knew that he had to wake up early, even if it was left with many hidden wounds that would not heal.

Amid the sound of the battle flag, he woke up in the tent of the Chinese army camp and opened his eyes.

It's just that it's different from normal days, in the tent of the Chinese army's camp, or even at the door, there is not even a sergeant guarding with a sword.

Almost at the same moment, in the room not far from Xie Changsheng, Ding Ning was also waking up.

(The number of words is slightly less, and there is more time to think about the next plot arrangement after the sword meeting, no way, if you want to write more delicately, you have to think more than typing time, and the number of words will be more tomorrow.) ）