In the morning light, when Xu Hou of Hengshan, who was like Roshan, walked into the medical hall where Ding Ning was, many people in Changling were looking up at the corner towers in Changling City.

After this night, they really discovered the strength of this old man, and they found out that this old man might even be the strongest cultivator in Changling under Emperor Yuanwu.

It's just that when the vast majority of them looked at the corner towers in the morning light, the resentment in their eyes was far greater than the awe.

Very few people have access to the old man, so few people will be able to understand the old man's heart.

Especially those who are still alive in the ashram that they were forced to obey overnight, they only remember how many people this old man killed in that night, how many people they knew well, and even people they respected from the heart, died at the hands of this old man.

"Teacher, I can't find any clues to the Nine Dead Silkworms. ”

In the morning light, Huang Zhenwei climbed the corner tower again, climbed to the highest part of the corner tower, he looked at the old man who was sitting on the rattan chair, and after a night it was too old to describe in words, his eyes were full of pain, "I am thinking now, did you deliberately give me such a hope, so that I would not stay by your side and not stop you." The Nine Dead Silkworms are too exhaustive, how can someone like me find them. ”

Listening to his words, Mo Shoucheng laughed, and then said seriously and softly: "Don't be presumptuous, you are my student." ”

Even the grim generals standing behind him knew that this sentence was the greatest compliment.

Because the entire Changling knew that Moshoucheng only accepted two students, one was Emperor Yuanwu in the early years, and later Huang Zhenwei.

"There's no point in doubting me or yourself now. ”

Mo Shoucheng slowly raised his head, and as he raised his head, there seemed to be another crack in the sky, and another huge force fell to a certain place in Changling.

Huang Zhenwei smelled blood.

The place where the sword of the Ink Shou City fell was too far away, even if it set off a blood wave like last night, it would be difficult for Huang Zhenwei to smell the bloody breath there.

At this time, the bloody qi came from Mo Shoucheng's body, from the wrinkles on his face.

In the wrinkles on Mo Shoucheng's face, real blood flowed.

His face was as if a lot of swords had been slashed, like the sword intent of those grandmasters last night had finally fallen on him.

Huang Zhenwei looked at the picture in the morning light, and breathed hard like a fish about to die of thirst, but he couldn't breathe and couldn't say anything.

The light in Mo Shoucheng's eyes dimmed a few points, but the expression on his face did not change.

Another powerful aura was released from his body, causing the blood to drip out of the wrinkles on his face.

"Don't!"

Huang Zhenwei clearly sensed something, and he finally screamed.

"This sword will be completed after all. ”

Mo Shoucheng said this calmly, and then he spat out a mouthful of blood.

A cloud of blood splattered across his chest.

The sword intent in the sky was completely condensed and fell.

When this sword intent fell, his body lay limply on the rattan chair behind him, the wrinkles on his face digging deep into his bones, and the remaining white hair on his head fell one after another.

It's like a candle flame that burns to ashes at the end.

......

At the place where the last sword intent of the Shoshou City fell, there were some officials of the Shomu Division standing behind an army that was waiting for them.

When the sword intent fell, a high wall in front of this army was suddenly cut off, and behind the crack in the high wall, a blood mist swayed.

The faces of these officials of the Shobu Division were slightly relaxed.

At this time, a military order was passed to these officials.

"The Minshan Sword Sect actually agreed? The young man in the wine shop also accepted it calmly?"

Among them, the official Fang Cai's face was slightly relaxed, but now he was happy and surprised.

An official inexplicably sympathized with Ding Ning, who was called a boy in the wine shop by the people of Changling, and he raised his head and looked in the northwest direction.

At the end of the territory of the Great Qin Dynasty was a wasteland with no end in sight.

Even though the heat in Changling has not disappeared at this time, the grass and trees are already dyed with frost and begun to turn white.

In the heavy cold, the cavalry of the brigade shouted strange sounds, coming and going like the wind.

They hunted the beast life of the wasteland, not sparing even the seeds of some weeds.

This is harvesting for these Donghu people, and the vast grasslands have enough space for them to harvest piece by piece, so that they can have enough food and clothing.

However, for some of the armies of Great Qin, the battlefields that these Donghu people passed through meant a sweep.

There are not many cultivators among the Donghu people, but there are also many strange weapons that are similar to magic weapons, which are enough to kill the cultivators, and the most important thing is that the supplies and some chariots cannot keep up with the footsteps of the Donghu people.

There are also reinforcements that are difficult to reach.

At least in the past, Daqin's army had no experience in fighting the Donghu people, let alone much experience in victory.

At this time, these Zhengwu officials considered that since the crazy hostess in the palace dared to make such a decision, it meant that the situation that Ding Ning would face would probably be more dangerous than the vast majority of the border troops there, so no one felt that there was anything wrong with Ding Ning taking some people to Donghu.

......

Minshan Sword Sect, mountain fog differential.

In the green hall used to recuperate from injuries, Xie Changsheng unfolded a letterhead.

Just a cursory sweep, his originally somewhat happy face suddenly became angry, and then he couldn't help but shout: "Ding Ning, what do you mean by this! You let Nangong Caishu go to Donghu with you, but you don't let me go, do you look down on me or when my sister is dead, you have thoughts about Nangong Caishu!"

His angry voice echoed in this green hall, and the honest Minshan Sword Sect Master who had been living in this green hall frowned, but in the next moment, he was stunned.

"Come on, I'm going to go out of the Minshan Sword Sect!"

When Xie Changsheng shouted this sentence for the second time, the Minshan Sword Sect Master Leader wearing a blue jade robe had already appeared in his sight.

"Do you really want to leave the Minshan Sword Sect?" Even if he was sure that he had heard correctly, the master of the Minshan Sword Sect was still a little stunned.

"He won't let me go to Donghu Border Pass, can't I go?"

Xie Changsheng sneered loudly, "Can't I go yet?"

No one in the Minshan Sword Sect stopped Xie Changsheng, because Xie Changsheng himself was not a student of the Minshan Sword Sect, but everyone had forgotten that he had been here all along.

......

The two or three days that Ding Ning asked for were actually just used to recuperate from his injuries, and he was waiting for some people.

He was in Changling, and he was originally an ordinary "wine shop boy", and he didn't have anything to prepare.

A fast horse appeared in his sight, and on horseback was a dusty but still heroic girl.

This girl is Nangong Caishu who made Xie Changsheng angry.

Since the Minshan Sword Meeting, Nangong Caishu and Ding Ning have not seen each other, but during this time, Ding Ning has done several shocking things, although the time is short, but it seems that years have passed.

On the way here, Nangong Caishu was still thinking about what it would be like to see Ding Ning again, but for some reason, when she really saw Ding Ning waiting for her in clothes, the first thing she thought of was that day outside the Minshan Sword Sect, when Xue Wangxu died.

Her nostrils were a little sour, and she couldn't help but be a little proud of Ding Ning.

After getting off the horse, she held back her tears, squeezed out some smiles, and said, "Ding Ning, I'm really proud of you." ”

"I just tried to do what I wanted to do. ”

Ding Ning smiled and said, "It's a drag on a lot of people." ”

Nangong Caishu said: "After all, it is your own choice." ”

"You haven't been in the Minshan Sword Sect for long, but you've been a lot old-fashioned. Ding Ning looked at Nangong Caishu and smiled again, but then quickly restrained his smile and said softly: "Do you know why I want you to go to Donghu with me?"

Nangong Caishu shook her head.

Ding Ning looked at her and said seriously: "Because I asked Hengshan Xu Hou about something, and he also told me, your father will also be an important general in command of the Donghu border army." ”

Nangong Caishu was stunned.

Ding Ning continued: "I think maybe you and I are friends, so Empress Zhì transferred him over, so I think maybe you and him are together, at least you will feel at ease." ”

Nangong Caishu took a deep breath and nodded.

Then she also smiled lightly, "I should thank you for being able to fight in my father's army as a soldier, no matter what the result is." ”

"I want to know what the Minshan Sword Sect has done for the others. Ding Ning looked at her and asked.