The Sword Dynasty - 333

Looking at the back of the man in black shirt, Zhang Yi couldn’t calm down the turbulent emotions in his heart.

The old dignitaries in Changling were a very special group of people for the entire Great Qin Dynasty. On the one hand, they were not tolerated in the present Changling, but on the other hand, many industries, and even trade with some enemy countries, were the lifeblood of some things. In their hands, the hostess of Changling couldn’t easily cut them off from Changling.

This is a typical hate and hard to choose, but in the final analysis, they are strong enough.

But now, how should he choose?

The setting sun dropped to the horizon, and the air began to become more cool.

Because the mood was so agitated, he didn’t even notice the romantic spirit behind the Qingshan Minshan Sword Sect cultivator deliberately.

This made the Minshan Sword Sect cultivator extremely displeased, and his brows wrinkled deeply.

“Your performance at this time is too far from the time of the sword meeting. As a swordsman, you naturally need to be vigilant all the time, especially outside Changling. People who want to kill you don’t need to worry about not being able to get out of Changling. There is no scruples at all.”

Hearing this sound, Zhang Yi was taken aback and turned around.

Looking at the opponent’s special turquoise gown and feeling the unique breath of the opponent’s body that pierced the sky and the earth, he naturally understood the identity of the opponent in an instant, but there was even more chaos in his mind, but he just couldn’t help it. Thinking, what happened today.

“The method of counting is every five and every seven.”

This Minshan Jianzong cultivator was used to seeing all kinds of top talents in Minshan Jianzong. At this moment, seeing Zhang Yi’s blankness, I felt even more unhappy. He said this in a cold voice and took out Sen Leng directly from his sleeve. The iron box was handed to Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi subconsciously took over the seemingly ordinary iron box, his heart beating violently involuntarily, and couldn’t help asking: “What is this? The method of counting, what is every five and seven days?”

“I think, if I can’t even think of this…” The Minshan Sword Sect cultivator raised his brows slightly. He originally wanted to say that if he couldn’t even think of this, he wouldn’t deserve to be called my Minshan Sword Sect. He is a student, but at this point, he feels something wrong. After a slight pause, he changed his words: “Just destroy the contents of this box directly.”

Looking at the other party’s displeased look, Zhang Yi thought of the way Ding Ning said about his mother-in-law on weekdays. He was a little awake, and his eyes moved away from the Minshan Sword Sect cultivator, and landed on the iron box in his hand.

Then he opened the iron box directly.

There was only a thin piece of parchment in the iron box, which was simply stacked, so he saw a lot of ink lines at a glance.

Just some fragments of magic thread, he felt the endless horror sword intent.

His eyes pierced and wept instantly.

In the next moment, these sword intents forced on him, causing the blood in his body to not run smoothly, and even making him feel like he was injured and vomited blood instantly.

Zhang Yi’s body shook suddenly, then he looked up in amazement.

“This is…”

He looked at the green shirt cultivator in front of him in shock, thinking about the aura on Jing Liuli and even Tantai Guanjian. He felt that it was impossible to have such an edge, and then he instantly woke up, “This is Sect Master Baili himself. …”

This Minshan Jianzong practitioner felt that there was no need to answer.

He turned and started to leave.

“In your own opinion, you are just an insignificant little person in Changling, but the three top people in Changling came to see you in person or wrote letters to you. So you can’t be an insignificant little person. ”

“My disciple of the Minshan Sword Sect, just like the real disciples of the people in the Bashan sword field in the past, cannot be a small person.”

Listening to these two words from the wind before the other party’s figure disappeared, Zhang Yi’s whole body trembled uncontrollably again.

With the last glow of the sunset, he unfolded the parchment in the iron box with difficulty. His eyes pierced even more, and tears fell quickly. He just saw the first few words clearly, and his breathing stopped occasionally. Sometimes hurried up.

This is a sword scripture.

The method of numbering every five and seven is just a method of reading.

Only by looking at the words of the multiples of Fengwu and Fengqi can we see the true text of this sword scripture and understand the true meaning.

There is often only one possibility for Baili Suxue to write by himself, and to use this method to conceal his true meaning, that is, this sword scripture is also very important to the Minshan Sword Sect, and in the Minshan Sword Sect, there is only one hundred. Li Suxue only knew about it.

This means that the true suzerain is passed on.

After thinking about this, Zhang Yi finally truly understood the meaning of the last two sentences of the Minshan Jianzong practitioner.

How could the disciple of Sect Master Baili Suxue of Minshan Sword Sect be an insignificant little person?

The last ray of afterglow fell in the sky.

The wilderness around him fell into darkness.

“To do it, do it more thoroughly.”

Ding Ning’s voice came to his mind again.

Thinking of many things in the past, thinking of Xue Wangxu’s death, thinking of some pictures of the sword meeting, thinking of the letter paper written by the hostess in the depths of the palace after the sword meeting, thinking of the scenery in exchange, he felt What Ding Ning said is correct.

He took the parchment paper out of the iron box, put it next to his body, and put the iron box away, then he raised his head, looked at the brightest star in the sky in the direction of Dayan, and started to move.

…

The thunderous sound of horseshoes on the river hills violently sounded, and it flew countless returning birds that had stayed overnight.

A slip of torch illuminated the entire river bank, and a black-armored general leaped off the horse and landed weightlessly, but at the moment he landed, he pulled the horse behind him to a stop.

“Is it here?”

The black-armored general glanced at the surrounding scenery, and asked the two seven or eight-year-old children sitting in front of a sergeant behind him.

The two children, a man and a woman, seem to be brothers and sisters, and look at the clothes on their bodies, they should be the children of the surrounding fishermen.

Listening to the questioning voice of the black-armored general, and seeing the tiger-wolf pattern on the other’s black armor gleaming in the light of fire, the two children were frightened. They opened their mouths without answering, but they cried with a wow. stand up.

The black armored general took a deep breath, and his heart became even more irritable, but when he squatted down and looked down, his complexion changed drastically, and deep coldness and killing intent flowed out of his eyes unconsciously. .

On the intertwined roots under these withered willows, he saw one or two strands of white satin that had been soaked.

Almost subconsciously, he decided that this was the hiding place before Baishanshui.

Around the Weihe River, I don’t know how many ships and Daqin practitioners are searching for traces of Baishanshui, but who would have thought that Baishanshui was just like a real floating corpse before, sinking and floating among the roots under these old willows ?

This is a place that all passing ships on the river can see, but in the end only these two children happened to see it.

Let fate, is this the best way to escape?

It’s just that the Sage Deer Mountain Alliance Yijianpingshan, if you say the fate, it should be attributed to Changling, how can this rebel escape again!

The black armored general thought about the Qin people who died in the hands of Bai Shanshui these years. His anger burned more and more fiercely. However, looking at the few floating white silk strands, he knew that he had missed the possibility of catching. The timing of the capture of Baishanshui, the next to deal with this great inverse, do not know what the price will be.

Unable to vent because of his anger, the powerful aura on his body continued to move forward, causing the river in front of him to vigorously turbulence, and waves of ripples continued to spread.

In the deepest part of the big floating jail, Lin Zhujiu, who was sinking into the water like duckweed, quietly felt the ripples from the next jail.

This is meaningless to others, but it is the only change in his life that is boring and never becomes confined.

“Young man, you are amazing. Since the establishment of this water prison, you should be the second person who can make Shen Xuan helpless.”

He looked down at the shaking ripples, and sincerely admired.

The sound came out clearly and far away along the water, but there was no response.

Lin Zhujiu looked at the still trembling water and knew that the young man was not unconscious, so he went on to say, “I know you don’t trust me, but I know you and the people who came in before trying to win my trust. It’s different. Because some of the methods Shen Xuan uses on you, I have also experienced…I know very well what kind of talent is likely to survive. So you can distrust me, but I can trust you.”

After a long time.

A weak but clear voice came from the dungeon next to him, “Who are you?”

Lin Zhujiu said, “Bashan Sword Field, Lin Zhujiu.”

The dungeon at the other end was silent for a moment, and said: “Impossible.”

Lin Zhujiu laughed and said, “Everyone thinks I am dead, but I happen to be alive.”

The prison on the other end fell silent again.

Lin Zhujiu smiled and said, “You should be wondering why I would say this directly to someone I never knew, even if I was Lin Zhujiu.”

There was no denial on the other end, “Yes.”

Lin Zhujiu calmly said, “Because no one thinks we might go out after we come here. Just like Shen Xuan brought you here, just to let you know, even if it’s me, I haven’t been able to leave for more than ten years. go.”

“He wants you to despair. Despair is the best way he can open the mouths of people like you and me.”

Lin Zhujiu raised his head, looked at the dungeon on that side, and said faintly: “But I think he will still fail. And I will give you hope, as long as you hold on for long enough, you have to believe that I can take you Take it out.”

There was no new response from the water prison at the other end, only a muffled hum.

The water surface oscillated more violently.

Lin Zhujiu knew that a new round of torture had begun.

Many tortures that he felt terrifying when he thought of it were falling on the young man.

He gave the young man promise and hope, but is there really hope?

Lin Zhujiu lowered his head, looked at the turbulent cold water, and regained his silence.