The Sword Dynasty - 426. Chapter 425

A simple and overlooked question is followed by countless questions.

It’s just that one thought can be understood, and when you don’t think about the process at all, just affirm one point, and these countless questions can be explained after all.

Ding Ning’s repair behavior is so fast.

How did Ding Ning survive with the ancestors of the Zhou family?

Why can Ding Ning see countless sword scriptures at a glance.

Why is Ding Ning so serious?

Why can Ding Ning fight across the border.

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At this moment, in Huang Zhenwei’s mind, it was as if countless people were chanting scriptures, all reciting the three words Ding Ning’s name and Nine Dead Silkworm.

He sank into the brighter and brighter morning light, feeling more and more ridiculous and ridiculous, almost crying.

Is life really so ridiculous?

When I searched for it and didn’t get it, when everything had happened, I came to my eyes quietly.

A black feather fell gently in the light.

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

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

What the black homing pigeon brings is the will of the queen.

He is on his way back to the palace, but the queen’s will has arrived.

He took the letter tube from the black carrier pigeon’s feet and opened the lacquered secret note informing the heads of the divisions, and then his hands trembled more violently.

At this moment, he heard a faint bugle sound from the turret in the distance.

He turned around stiffly and saw a plain white strip.

He was the only student in Moshoucheng after Emperor Yuanwu, and he naturally knew what the bugle sound and the hanging plain white on the turret meant.

He knew that his teacher hadn’t fulfilled his promise to him in the end.

In other words, his teacher is wiser than him and sees farther, knowing that even if he goes to the palace, it is impossible to change anything.

“teacher!”

He cried out in pain, completely ignoring the gazes of people around him, and crystal tears slid from his face wantonly.

Nothing will change.

The teacher is dead.

The queen’s will has been issued.

He wants his teacher to know before his death that some notoriety will not be imposed on him, and he deserves some honor.

However, it is impossible for the teacher to see.

What he wants to do cannot be successful.

After his teacher dies, there will be many crimes and anger that his teacher will bear.

In this last time, he knew that his teacher chose to accept it calmly, and all his efforts were only for the future of an extremely glorious and huge empire, an unprecedented huge empire.

However, he could not accept it calmly.

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

The only thing he can do now is choice.

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

Some of his subordinates did not want people to see his gaffe and cleared the long street very empty.

But when he was standing 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 mighty and invincible sword master who had led the Great Qin Dynasty all the way to the end of the three dynasties, and finally died, his body was twisted into ashes by countless sword lights, and in the end he did not even leave any ashes.

He let the Buddha stand again in front of the Bashan sword field.

The huge Bashan mountain range is not peaked, like a heaven and earth of a god, oppressing him, making him consciously small and unable to breathe.

However, when the last foil finally broke, and when the Bashan sword field disappeared, he felt that the huge Bashan suddenly collapsed, and countless shadows fell on him.

Many people spent their entire lives for this increasingly powerful dynasty until they died.

However, they did not get what they deserved.

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

Is anyone wrong?

Is the Nine Dead Silkworms wrong?

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

All choices ultimately stem from the true emotions in the heart.

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

His teacher made a choice he thought was correct and liked.

But his teacher will not hinder his choice.

Because he is his teacher, his true beloved disciple.

He closed his eyes vigorously.

Then he tightened his lips and gritted his teeth.

Because of too much force, blood dripped from his teeth, dripping down the corner of his mouth, but he didn’t know it.

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

He has notified Bing Ma Si.

By convention, any cultivator without military merit enters the army as an ordinary sergeant. However, because of his special status, and because he was a compromise from the Sword Sect of Minshan, he got the same as an ordinary general. With the same treatment, the Soldier and Horse Division allocated three carriages to greet his departure.

Because there is no goodbye without returning to Moyuan.

In addition to the three coachmen equipped by the Soldiers and Horses, and a maid who does some rough work, there are only four of them, including him and the eldest grandson Qianxue, Nangong Caishu and Ye Jiannan.

Such a parting may seem a bit tragic, but leaving the city like this means great relief for Ding Ning.

Any extraneous branches will naturally make him unhappy.

So when he was about to board the carriage of the Soldier Mars, when he saw the young man who appeared in his sight, his face was suddenly cold, like a cage with a layer of frost.

Nangong Caishu was originally born as a general. She has seen a lot of this kind of expedition. She has taken care of all the things she needs to bring, so that the three soldiers and the coachman of Ma Si admire it.

At this moment, she was checking some spare medicines, and when she sensed the strange breath, she turned around and looked at it.

“Is it an ambassador?”

At the first glance, she asked Ding Ning, who was not far away, softly.

This young man is not tall.

But the feeling he gave was higher than any young talent Nangong Caishu had ever seen.

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

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

“I came to tell you something.”

Without any opening remarks, and no manners, Ambaoshi just walked to a place several feet away from Ding Ning, stopped, smiled at Ding Ning and said, “Jing Liuli has been defeated by my hands.”

Ding Ning looked at him without speaking.

“Now you are my only opponent. I hope you won’t slacken off after you win the palace lady surnamed Rong.” An Baoshi smiled and looked at Ding Ning, and said: “And I should also go to Donghu Border Pass.”

“Do you think I will slack off?” Ding Ning asked rhetorically, staring at Anbao Shi.

An Baoshi smiled and said, “It won’t be good.”

Nangong Caishu and Ye Jiannan frowned at the same time, unhappy in their hearts.

The two people’s dislike was not because of An Baoshi’s arrogance and conceit, but because of Ding Ning’s response. They all felt that Ding Ning’s response to this sentence was too weak, and did not have the sharpness of Ding Ning before.

However, at this moment, Ding Ning went on to say: “It’s just that my slackness has nothing to do with you?”

An Baoshi was startled slightly.

“Your opponent is Jing Liuli.”

Ding Ning stopped looking at Ambrose and started to board the car, saying: “Jing Liuli will naturally defeat you, and I don’t need me at all.”

An Baoshi frowned deeply.

But he didn’t say anything, just said softly: “If this is the case, then see you at Donghu Bianguan.”

Nangong Caishu laughed.

She also started to get in the car, and then at the same time seriously said to Anbao Shi: “Don’t talk about the veteran Donghubian. You should understand that this is still a secret of the soldier.”

An Baoshi doesn’t care about this provocation.

He smiled slightly and turned to leave.

The three carriages began to move and began to drive away from Changling.