The Sword Dynasty - 525. Chapter 524

Being sincere and trustworthy is one aspect of kindness.

Fu Suwu couldn’t believe that the Spring General would defeat Chu. It was not just because he was in a trance to hear about Ding Ning’s death along the way, but because the Lushan League had just passed and the four dynasties had made a covenant on the Lushan League. How could it be this covenant now? Does it exist?

At this time, Sima Wrong knew what he was thinking just by looking at him. He smiled coldly and said: “If you say you don’t fight, you don’t fight, children can’t, let alone adults.”

Fusu swallowed hard, looked up at Sima Cuo, and said: “I don’t believe it, I don’t know what it is.”

“That’s what the books say, unless everyone in the world is that kind of saint, let alone that kind of book was burned before your father became the throne.” Sima Cuo said coldly and without mercy.

He has an outstanding status, and as a prince at this time, he naturally understands what Zheng Xiu wants him to teach, so there is no need to shy away from speaking.

After saying this, he lowered his head and continued to look at the case, but his brows were slightly frowned unconsciously, thinking in his heart that neither Yuan Wu nor Zheng Xiu was such a simple, kind-hearted, foolish temperament, then this Fusu , Who is it like?

Thinking about it this way, his attention was not on the files in front of him.

The light of his eyes swept across Fusu’s side face, but what appeared in his mind were many pictures of that person in Changling, but he felt more and more similar.

Although the time is not right, is there really something hidden in it?

Sima Cuo’s eyes narrowed slightly.

There was some coldness in his heart inexplicably.

Even though the queen did a lot of things in Changling that both the two ministers and the sage seemed intolerable, the relationship between the sage and the queen still seemed to be intimate.

But if it is a perfectly normal couple, will these things still be intimate?

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“Hundred-legged insects are dead but not stiff, but how many storms can they cause?”

When Sima Cuo, who looked like a scribe, was coldly thinking about the affairs of the imperial palace, a remote city near Wushan, amidst the fine snow, Wei Wujiu stood at the highest point of the city, and said coldly and disdainfully.

Wei Wujiu was the Wei Hou that Sima said by mistake, and he was the oldest of the thirteen Houhous in the Great Qin Dynasty.

At this time, his beard and hair were silvery white, but his figure was very straight and tall. This kind of tower-like aura even reminded people of Liang Lian, the former general of the Tiger Wolf Army.

A little bit of white snow accumulated on the black armor on his body, and it even coated him with a solitary aura like a thousand mountains of cold snow.

“Even if Lin Zhujiu escapes from the floating prison, what use is there with the few remaining swords in the Bashan sword field?”

“The descendants of the Nine Dead Silkworms are different today.”

He looked at the border of Chu in the wind and snow in the distance ahead, and the mockery on his face grew stronger and stronger, “So you don’t have to think about any useless consideration. The battle between Bashan Sword Field and Sage…unless Wang Jingmeng comes back to life, otherwise I don’t think that the people in Bashan Sword Field can pose any threat to the sage and the queen.”

The person standing behind him was also wearing a mysterious iron battle armor, but wearing a cloak and a black scarf on his face, he couldn’t see his face. At this time, he softly responded, “Weihou, let me not worry. But a few days ago, Anbaoshi died without a reason, and the Lingxu Sword Gate split the two ends without warning. It was not enough to compete with the Minshan Sword Sect. The holy master and the queen worked hard for more than ten years to cultivate and paid for the running water. As for Min. Shan Jianzong, Baili Suxue means that no one can understand. But at least, whether it is him or Jing Liuli, it is clear who he favors at the Minshan Sword Fair.”

“Ambrose?”

Wei Wugui laughed suddenly and turned to look at this person, “In Changling, the person with the highest cultivation level in the past 100 years is naturally Wang Jingmeng. But after him, the person with the highest cultivation level is Bai Qi. It is not an ambassador. As long as Bai Qi and his army are there, these changes in the sect will not affect the overall situation at all.”

“What was the most powerful and terrifying thing about Bashan Sword Field in the past?”

After a pause, he looked at this person and said, “It is those people who are not just practitioners, not just great masters, but most of them are generals who are leaders. However, now the Thirteenth Marquis of Da Qin, Zheng Wu Si, and Ba Shan Jian How many connections does the field have?”

“So don’t think about leaving a way for yourself. At this time, the sage and the queen, presumably the last thing you want to see is the ambiguous attitude.”

Finally, the elderly prince looked at the black scarf behind him, calmed down, then turned to look at Chu Di, and said softly: “My age is already old. Practice more sects, and I have a few more opportunities to lead the army like this. My brilliance is in the land of Chu in this spring.”

“Resurrected from the dead?”

The person in the black scarf was silent, but these four words flashed inexplicably in his mind.

A slightly ironic smile began to flow from the corners of his mouth under the black scarf.

Although this is absolutely impossible, the current sage and queen, the one that keeps the two close together, is not the fear of these four words?

Even if Wei Wujiu had such a long conversation with him, his view at this time was still different from Wei Wujiu’s.

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Resurrection from the dead is naturally the most impossible thing.

Unless it is not dead at all.

Why didn’t I die?

When his consciousness returned to Anbaoshi’s mind, he was also confused, shocked and puzzled.

Except that there is no emotion of joy.

A strange buoyancy supported him, it was obviously cold water, but it didn’t let him drown.

He tried hard to open his eyes, but he was powerless, and then he couldn’t see any color, just a piece of black.

So he instinctively fell into that strange black river, the water seemed to be flowing smoothly in one direction, and the water droplets splashed into his mouth were very bitter, so bitter that he kept vomiting. Then he intuitively felt that his eyes were blind, and he couldn’t see anything.

I can’t see anything, but my perception is getting clearer and clearer.

He felt that the important, unobstructed meridians in his body had been broken into many pieces.

The most important thing is that his air sea is empty.

There were several cracks, and the big ones seemed to leak out of his body.

His cultivation is completely useless.

His anger was also broken.

His body was also useless, leaving many wounds that could not be healed. This is what the practitioners call the hidden injury.

Then he gradually thought about the possibility of why he could live, and his body became colder.

When he passed through the Void Realm, Qi Zong’s sword thread cut through his body. However, the strength of the Senior Spirit Void Sword Sect who created the Void Realm was stronger than that of Qi Zong. The power of the Void Realm suppressed the sword energy. It broke out, even squeezing his flesh abruptly, in an unbelievable posture, forcibly bonding the already severed flesh together.

I don’t know how long this kind of time lasted, but now it seems that at least his flesh and bones are connected and grow, but there are some meridians, but they are misplaced because of this.

Something else must have happened next, which gave him some vitality to his body that was inferior to ordinary people.

This is a real miracle.

But everything is gone, even the eyes are blind, so what’s the point of coming back from the dead like this?

An Baoshi wanted to cry.

But he didn’t even have the strength to cry, and he couldn’t even make any sound.

He just felt that his body was getting colder and colder and more uncomfortable.

He missed all the previous days in Changling, especially the spring days when the ice and snow melted and the sun was warm.