A simple and neglected question is followed by a myriad of questions.

When you don't think about the process at all, just identify a little bit, and these countless questions can be explained after all.

Why is Ding Ning's cultivation so fast.

Why was Ding Ning able to survive with the ancestor of the Zhou family.

Why was Ding Ning able to read countless sword scriptures at a glance.

Why is Ding Ning so serious.

Why was Ding Ning able to cross the border to fight.

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At this moment, Huang Zhenwei's mind seemed to be chanting countless scriptures, reciting Ding Ning's name and the three words of the Nine Dead Silkworms.

His body sank into the brighter and brighter morning light, and he felt more and more ridiculous and ridiculous, and he almost cried.

Is life really so ridiculous?

When you look for it but you can't find it, when all the qiē has happened, it quietly comes to your eyes.

A black feather fluttered gently in the light.

Huang Zhenwei, whose body was constantly trembling, raised his head, he had never felt the sun so dazzling.

He saw a black dove flying over, coming from the direction of the palace.

The black carrier pigeon brings the will of the Queen.

He was on his way back to the palace, but the queen's will had arrived.

He removed the letterbox from the feet of the black carrier pigeon, opened the lacquered cipher to the chiefs, and his hands trembled even more violently.

At this moment, he heard a faint sound of a military horn from the corner tower in the distance behind him.

He turned around stiffly and saw a plain white.

He was the only student of Moshoucheng after Emperor Yuanwu, and he naturally knew very well what the sound of the military horn and the hanging plain white on the corner tower meant.

He knew that his teacher had not fulfilled his promise to him in the end.

Or that his teacher was wiser than he was, and saw farther, knowing that even if he went to the palace, he would not be able to change anything.

"Teacher!"

He cried out in pain, completely ignoring the gazes of those around him, and crystal tears slipped down his face wantonly.

There will be no changes to a qiē.

The teacher is dead.

The Queen's will has been given.

He wanted his teacher to know during his lifetime that some notoriety would not be imposed on him and that he deserved some due glory.

However, it is impossible for the teacher to see.

What he wanted to do, he couldn't succeed.

After his teacher's death, there will be a lot of guilt and anger to bear for his teacher.

In these last moments, he knew that his teacher chose to accept calmly and give a lot of money, just for the sake of an incomparably brilliant empire in the future, a huge empire that had never been seen before.

However, he could not accept it calmly.

The only voice that sounded in his head at this time was a word that his teacher had spoken to him.

All he can do now is choose.

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Huang Zhenwei stood in the middle of the long street at this time.

Some of his subordinates didn't want to be seen by him, and cleared the long street very empty.

But as he stood in this long empty street, the picture in front of him was constantly changing.

He seemed to be standing in front of the huge pile of corpses back then.

He saw the powerful invincible swordsman who led the Great Qin Dynasty all the way forward to the destruction of the Three Dynasties, and finally died, his body was twisted into ashes by countless sword lights, and in the end he didn't even leave ashes.

He put the Buddha and stood in front of the Bashan Sword Field again.

The huge Bashan Mountain Range was not high, like the heaven and earth of a god, pressing in front of him, making him feel so small that he couldn't breathe.

However, when the sword finally broke, and when the Bashan Sword Field disappeared, he felt that the huge Bashan suddenly collapsed, and countless shadows pressed on him.

Many people gave their lives to this increasingly powerful dynasty until they died.

And yet they didn't get what they deserved.

At the moment when Huang Zhenwei was faced with a choice, he thought of the dying gaze of the man in the center of the huge corpse pile.

Is anyone wrong?

Is the Nine Dead Silkworms wrong?

Huang Zhenwei closed his eyes even more painfully, but the already blazing sunlight still reflected his eyes red.

All choices ultimately come from the true emotions of the heart.

He thoroughly understood the meaning of his teacher's words.

His teacher made the choice he thought was right and liked.

But his teachers won't stand in the way of his choice.

Because he is his teacher, a disciple he really loves.

He closed his eyes hard.

Then he pursed his lips vigorously and gritted his teeth hard.

Blood flowed from his teeth and dripped down the corners of his mouth because he was pushing too hard, but he didn't know it.

......

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When he made his choice, Ding Ning was already calmly preparing his outfits.

He had already informed the Terracotta Division.

According to the usual practice, any cultivator who has no military merits is just a most ordinary sergeant when he enters the army, but because of his special status, because he is from the compromise of the Minshan Sword Sect, he is treated like an ordinary general, and the Terracotta Division allocates three carriages to welcome him on his journey.

Because there is no return to the ink garden, there is no zài to say goodbye.

In addition to the three coachmen equipped by the Soldiers and Horses Division, and a maidservant who did some shallow work, it was only him and the eldest grandson Qianxue, Nangong Caishu and Ye Jiannan.

This kind of parting may seem a little bleak, but leaving the city like this means a great relief for Ding Ning.

Any extraneous complications will naturally make him unhappy.

So when he was about to board the carriage of the Terracotta Division, when he saw the young man who appeared in sight, his face suddenly coldened, like a layer of frost on the cage.

Nangong Caishu was originally born in Jiangmen, she has seen a lot of things about this kind of expedition, and she took care of all the things she needed to bring, so that the three coachmen of the soldiers and horses were admired.

At this time, she was checking some spare medicines, and the moment she sensed a strange aura, she turned to look over.

"Is it an boulder?"

The moment she saw the young man clearly for the first time, she whispered to Ding Ning who was not far away.

The young man was not very tall.

But he gives people the feeling that he is taller than any young talent Nangong Caishu has ever seen.

Even the feeling that Jing Liuli gave her was not as strong as this.

Ding Ning has never officially seen An Baoshi, but he also knows that this young man who seems to be floating in the sky can only be An Baoshi.

"I'm here to tell you something. ”

Without any opening remarks or any courtesy, An Baoshi just walked a few feet away from Ding Ning, stopped, looked at Ding Ning with a smile and said, "Jing Liuli has been defeated by my men." ”

Ding Ning looked at him and didn't speak.

"Now that you are my only opponent, I hope you will not slack off after defeating the palace maid surnamed Rong. An Baoshi looked at Ding Ning with a smile and said, "And I should also go to Donghu Border Pass." ”

"Do you think I'll slack off?" Ding Ning looked at An Baoshi and asked rhetorically.

An Baoshi smiled and said, "No, it's fine." ”

Nangong Caishu and Ye Huanan frowned at the same time, displeasing in their hearts.

The dislike of the two was not because of An Baoshi's arrogance and conceit, but because of Ding Ning's response to this sentence. They all felt that Ding Ning's response to this sentence was too weak, and it was completely lacking in the edge of Ding Ning before.

However, at this moment, Ding Ning then spoke up: "It's just that what does it have to do with you if I slack off?"

An Baoshi was slightly stunned.

"Your opponent is Joruri. ”

Ding Ning no longer looked at An Baoshi, began to board the car, and said, "Jing Liuli will naturally defeat you, and you don't need me at all." ”

An Baoshi frowned deeply.

However, he didn't say anything more, just said softly: "Since that's the case, then goodbye at Donghu Border Pass." ”

Nangong Caishu laughed.

She also began to get into the car, and then said to An Baoshi seriously at the same time: "Don't talk about Donghu Bianguan, you should understand that this is still a secret of the Terracotta Division." ”

An Baoshi didn't care about this kind of provocation.

He smiled and turned to leave.

The three carriages began to move and began to leave Changling.