The Sword Dynasty - 520. Chapter 519

Zhao Xiangfei said to Mr. Liling when he left, “My life is yours. If I die, will you be able to live in Da Chu? If you don’t understand, think about it. point.”

At the other end separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, in the cold wind and snowy camp, Ding Ning slowly put down the mountain of files in front of him, and slowly shook his head.

The start of the Minshan Sword Club was the real contest between him and Zheng Xiu.

She is in the light, he is in the dark, so invisibly he has won a few battles ahead.

However, no matter what happened to Changling, no matter how many people died around her, everything seemed to be proceeding in an orderly manner according to her will.

There is no doubt that compared to before, she is much stronger and more terrifying.

She is playing a game of chess.

He is also playing a game of chess.

“This world, in the future, has become a game between me and you?”

Ding Ning looked at Feixue outside the account and smiled bitterly.

The wind came to the north, blowing the snow that strayed between the sky and the earth, and flew south.

Some snow was heavy, and it fell directly into the wasteland.

Some of the snow is light, and it is carried in the cold current, turning into a cloud and flying across the Yin Mountain.

When Ding Ning smiled bitterly, a cloud slowly drifted past Wu’s thousands of camps, falling a lot of heavy snow, and then continued slowly to the south.

As time passed, when this cloud drifted away from the Wu’s Wasteland and drifted behind Yinshan Mountain, Changling had already eliminated the old year and welcomed the New Year.

In a courtyard that was a little too cold.

Listening to the crackling sound of burning bamboo in the streets of Changling, Shen Xuan put a piece of dried persimmon between his lips and chewed slowly.

Persimmon is synonymous with “thing”, and persimmon is originally a fiery red color.

Persimmon is good, everything goes well, just the world, how can everything go well?

…

A mountain located on the big river.

There is white mist below half of the mountain, but clear light above half of the mountain, making this mountain seem to float on the water and on the fog.

This mountain is not far from Changling, except for a handful of spiritual geniuses deliberately selected by the people in this mountain gate, the rest of Changling have never been able to enter in their entire lives.

This mountain is where the Lingxu Sword Gate is located.

It is well known in the world that the Minshan Sword Sect and the Lingxu Sword Gate are the two strongest practice sites in the world.

However, compared with the Minshan Sword Sect, the Lingxu Sword Gate is more mysterious.

A distributing man carried a paper bag of dried persimmons in his hand and slowly climbed up the mountain along the rocky road.

The mountains are quiet, but there are occasionally a few disciples who practice swords beside the mountain stream. They suddenly saw this man in a quiet manner, like a man walking in the streets and lanes of Changling to visit friends in the New Year, and they were all slightly stunned.

They have never seen this distributing man.

However, this distributing man was not surprised at all, just nodded towards them with great grace, and then walked up.

On the side facing the Wei River, there is a rock like a natural reclining Buddha.

There is a stone cottage below.

The walls and roofs of the stone house are covered with dense moss, and some of the moss even grow strange golden yellow flowers.

The furnishings in the stone cottage are extremely simple, but there is an exquisite tea table with all tea drinking utensils.

Hearing the footsteps of this radiating man from a distance, a man in a purple shirt in Shilu began to make tea.

This man in purple shirt has an ordinary face and an ordinary figure, but the skin on his body is shining with some transparent luster, it seems that the whole person is disillusioned in the air with his breath.

“Brother.”

Seeing the distributing man walking in, the man in purple shirt nodded in salute first, and said respectfully. However, the gleam of joy between his eyebrows quickly turned into a little chill. He looked at the distributing man holding it in his hands. The bag of dried persimmons said: “Brother, what do you mean?”

“We only met once a year, so naturally it was for congratulations.” The distributing man looked at him and said.

The man in purple shirt frowned and said, “But you should understand, brother, I don’t like to eat dried persimmons, or even see dried persimmons.”

The distributing man had sat down opposite him and said gently: “Why?”

The purple-shirted man’s complexion suddenly became a little ugly, and said: “Brother knowingly asked.”

“Naturally because of Junior Brother Ming.”

Distributing men against the guest, began to make tea, and slowly said: “In the past Changling chaos, Wang Jingmeng rushed into Changling. Junior Brother Ming wanted to help him, but you don’t want him to go.”

The man in purple shirt took a deep breath and looked up at the man who was distributing, frowning more tightly.

The distributing man did not evade his gaze, but then slowly said: “You don’t want Junior Brother Ming to go, one is because you think that Junior Brother Ming will help him, and it will not help him, and he will die. Second, because you and Wang Jingmeng have enmity. .So you poisoned Junior Brother Ming…You used Heartbreaking Sanction, just to make Junior Brother Ming powerless to fight and give up going, but you didn’t expect that Junior Brother Ming knew that he was poisoned, so he went. Junior Brother Ming likes to eat the most. Dried persimmons, your poison was in the persimmons. You want Junior Brother Ming to live, but you want Junior Brother Ming to fight the poison to death. So you feel guilty in your heart and don’t like eating or seeing persimmons.”

“It’s not that I don’t like to eat, I don’t like to see, but I can’t eat or see at all.” The man in purple shirt lowered his head slightly, and said, “Brother is kind, and after so many years, I mentioned the old things. What happened?”

“In the old days, you didn’t let Master Ming go. Of course, you didn’t want Master Ming to die, but those of my generation who use swords only ask for pleasure, so why be afraid of life and death. Wang Jingmeng has a grudge, and I must be that Junior Brother Ming wants to go, you will definitely not use this method to stop him.”

The distributing man looked at him earnestly and said, “But what if you and Wang Jingmeng’s enemies don’t exist at all?”

“What?” The purple-clothed man suddenly heard the meaning of the man’s words, suddenly raised his head and exhaled softly.

“You always thought that your uncle was killed by Wang Jingmeng, but what if it was not actually killed by him, but by someone else?” the distributing man said.

The purple-clothed man’s body was slightly stiff, and his eyes were filled with incredible light.

“I knew about this back then, but during the Changling Rebellion, when Junior Brother Ming died, I practiced in the East China Sea. When I returned to Changling, Wang Jingmeng was dead, and the Bashan sword field no longer exists. This matter has become an old thing. It’s also useless.” After a pause, the distributing man continued: “Not to mention what I said alone, presumably you may not believe it.”

The purple-clothed man’s body was a little bit cold for no apparent reason. The wind blew the golden yellow flowers blooming on the moss outside the stone house, and then even the light shining into the stone house shook the Buddha.

“Your uncle is kind to you and teaches you to cultivate, but it was not Wang Jingmeng who killed him, nor was it Wang Jingmeng’s meaning. It was Bai Qi who killed him, just like he destroyed the Li family back then. This is what Zheng Xiu and Yuan Wu meant, but in the end they also put this matter on him.” The distributing man just said calmly.

The breathing of the purple-clothed man was a little difficult. He looked at the distributing man and slowly said: “I really can’t fully believe in the brother, because although I believe in the man, you are the owner of the last foil. It’s too close. Others don’t know, but I do know that if the brother was in the mountain gate back then, he would go to Changling together with the brother Ming.”

“Of course I can’t convince you. But I’m not the only one.” The distributing man looked at him and said, “Ji Qingqing is out of the mountain now. If she also said that to you in person, what should you do?”

“Ji Qingqing, the female prince of Chen Kingdom?” The purple-clothed man raised his head very slowly and smiled bitterly.

In the next moment, he took a sip of his tea and asked, “If this is the case… My brother solemnly mentioned the old things today, why did it change?”

“This is just a private vengeance, presumably the senior brother would not want me to try to become the Sect Master of the Lingxu Sword Sect, and take revenge for me with the lives and deaths of so many people in the Lingxu Sword Sect.” After a pause, he looked at the distributing man and said.

“Zheng Xiu wants An Baoshi to be the sovereign.”

The distributing man solemnly said: “They have arranged for An Baoshi to enter the Void Sword Valley.”

“So this is three to three?”

The purple-clothed man thought about distributing what the man said about them, the other three people at the Lingxu Sword Gate, and thinking about the woman whose face was beheaded and was waiting for the mountain gate, he sighed and stood up.