Vol 3 Chapter 167: Raise a sword

Fusu's eyes lit up. He nodded and said: "I heard that the wine and the small boss are very famous, so I will try it out."
Looking at Fusu's clean and gentle eyebrows, Ding Ning's body seems to be filled with countless sub-pictures. These pictures are like the numerous sandstones that make his body chilly, and at the same time make his breathing difficult. The most profound memory of the earth.
"What he really wants is longevity, that is, he will always control this Daqin dynasty, or the whole world. So anyone is his tool, and you and Zheng Shou are no exception. I want to take back what he owes to many people. Debt, I also hope that in the future I will be able to change the fate of many people, including your destiny. As I owe you, I will try my best to let you have the ability to choose in the future."
Ding Ning took a deep breath and retired the pictures in his mind.
"how?"
Ding Ning’s silent silence was a slight tension for Fusu, for fear that his words had been misplaced.
"Have you seen me?" Ding Ning looked at him and asked.
Fusu suddenly became a little confused, and he gestured subconsciously: "No."
However, he is really not good at lying, or has not said a lie, while waving his hand, two red clouds have appeared on his face.
"I don't seem to have seen you." Ding Ning looked at him calmly and said: "But I feel familiar, so I think, this is the so-called "seeing."
Ding Ning’s sights contained countless heavy meanings, but Fusu’s panic was completely gone, and he was delighted.
He couldn't help but smile and said, "I also feel that I see it."
"In this case, I am going to invite you this wine today." Ding Ning put a jug of wine on the table in front of Fusu, watching him say.
Fusu’s eyes were brighter, and he hurriedly took the glass and poured a glass of wine. Toasting like a toast, then drink it.
The mouth of the wine was sour, his brows suddenly wrinkled. "This wine..." However, he couldn't help but laugh. "This wine is unique."
"I wish to meet."
Ding Ning poured a glass of wine, and also liked to make a toast when he was a friend of Changling. But when he drank it, he said in his heart: "Have our fate."
The amount of Fusu's drink is not good. At this time, it is natural not to use the real element to force the body to drink. It has been drunk for a long time.
His identity is honorable, and his heart is bound by himself. Although he is happy, he also restrains himself from drinking.
The long-term grandson snowed a pot of hot tea out of the inner courtyard.
She looked at Fusu's clean eyebrows, and the more she looked at it, the more she looked like Zheng sleeves.
Where do you start first?
The face of the man appeared in her mind, as clear as yesterday.
A very subtle qi out of her fingertips, accompanied by the steam of hot tea in the face of Fusu.
"You can't drink and drink so much, and you are not afraid of rumors after drinking."
Meng Qihai, who was waiting in the carriage outside Wutong, finally heard the footsteps of Fusu. He saw the face of Fusu, who opened the curtain, couldn't help but complain, and did not see any abnormality.
......
When Meng Qihai complained about Fusu, the Daqin Palace was deep in the study room where several lotus roots had been formed. The Queen’s fingertips are entwined with a few pure rays of light.
In the battle on the Weihe River, all the practitioners above the seven realms in Changling City could feel her shot, and they could feel that Zhao Si’s sword was destroyed in her hands.
The thin and constant real yuan and heaven and earth that are projected from her study are extremely firm. Pierce into the endless heights, reach places they can't perceive, and ignite the sparks into powerful forces.
All the practitioners of Changling are reaffirmed. After so many years, Zheng Shou, the sword of the bonfire, who used to kill the enemy in the battlefield, was stronger than ever.
At this time, she is still in the body of the heavens and earth into the endless high altitude, into the cold space where the heaven and earth elemental layer has completely disappeared, controlling a few unique cold cold flames formed by the combination of dust and stars.
Only at this time, the entire Changling practitioners, including the imperial name in the palace before the Lushan League, solved the hidden emperor in the last time before the use of the League, but no one can perceive her movements.
Because the Bashan sword field has been destroyed.
Because even in the Bashan sword field of the year, only she alone realized and cultivated this practice.
She is like a little star in the unknown, emitting starlight, shuttles endless space.
In the pale flames controlled by her starlight, a small sword with a black rust and iron was wrapped.
This small sword is naturally the sword of Zhao Si.
After the sword was defeated by her, and after all the contact with Zhao Si, she should have fallen. I didn’t know where it was, but at this time she didn’t know what it was. The silk power in the pale flame seemed to be raising this handle. "Dead" sword.
Someone walked through her stone wall in her study room and walked toward her study.
Her flawless face does not change, and the light entangled in her hand slowly turns into dozens of points of fluorescence disappearing.
A yellow robes in her home appeared at the door of her study and handed a secret to the palace lady at the entrance to the study.
Opening the secrets handed by the female hand in the palace, her face showed some satisfactory looks. "It can make Zhao enchanting change his mind, but it does have some talents. Arrange him to go to Dayan, there should be room for him to show his strength."

Huang Pao practitioners always dare not look up, have been slightly stunned, and heard these words, the Huang Pao practitioners reverently praised the sound, then asked: "The home wants to know your opinion on the square embroidery screen."
"It's unbearable, it's natural to kill." She shook her head and said: "The Holy Spirit will naturally choose alternative candidates, so that the family should not think about making a fuss about it."
The Queen’s face is flawless, but the eyes are cool and the river is so cold.
In the water of the Weihe River, a white figure like a fairy in the water is generally moving in the light.
You don't need to float out of the water to breathe, always moving at such an amazing speed underwater, she is naturally white mountains and waters.
The waters have always been the safest place for her to escape. After she was able to get rid of the killings of Lian Bo and others, she returned to the Weihe River. However, she knew that the crisis may not have passed, so she must not let go.
At this point in front of her eyes, finally saw the clear waterline.
After the bright waters, it is a very deep color, an amazingly vast world.
She knew that she had heard of the Weihe River and went to the deep sea.
Here, it is the real dragon to go out to sea, and no one can kill her.
Her heart was slightly loose, and the blush on her face disappeared, and a blood rushed out of her mouth.
The sense of boredom filled with tin and iron in the chest and abdomen was finally reduced, but her face suddenly changed, and a coldness made her body tremble unconsciously.
The medicinal drug that made her suppress the injury was too fierce. The time for her to raise the real yuan was too long. At this time, the whole sea was somewhat unstable, and the real and the five internal organs that could flow were returned. To the level of the six borders.
Her figure continued to move forward with the flow of water, and she gradually fell into deep shadows. She was so proud of her face and swayed a bit of unspeakable bitterness.
White Mountain Water is not the only loser in this overall situation.
In fact, all the great rebellions of the Daqin dynasty, in these years of struggle with the Daqin dynasty, there is not much time to win.
So there are fewer and fewer people like her and Zhao Si.
Zhao Sijing sat in a room with a strong smell of fat powder. Looking at the enchanted enchantress who pushed the empty door into the room, her eyes still had the kind of thorny meaning.
"It seems that I am gambling this time?"
She first said this sentence self-deprecatingly, and then faintly looked at the Jing Mo Zong asked: "Wang Tai is not coming, let you come, what does it mean?"
Jing Mozong deeply salute, said: "He asked me to follow the gentleman to learn the sword."
"This is his condition?" Zhao Si looked at him with sympathy and said: "To learn the sword, you must first become the sword of Zhao Jian furnace."
Jing Mozong said: "Mr. Tai Xu has already said to me, and I am not a Qin person."
Zhao Si sneered. "It seems that I did not underestimate his discouragement, but you... Why do you think you are qualified to be the sword of our Zhao Jian furnace?"
Jing Mozong does not know how to answer.
For him, Zhao Jian furnace is indeed too high, so high that he can not look up.
Zhao Si sank his eyes, and a light without any breath flowed from her, tangential to the right hand wrist of Jing Mozong.
Jing Mozong’s body was shocked, but he did not dodge.
The light cut the blood of his wrist, the blood slowly and constantly flowing, and a drop of blood fell on the ground below, giving a clear sound.
Zhao Si looked at him and said faintly: "You dare to shed your blood, and I will let you become the sword of Zhao Jian."
Jing Mozong raised his head and looked at her, letting the blood flow on his hands.
Zhao Si has never acted, as if to watch him die.
Even if the Jingzong Zong finally could not support it, she fell to the ground and began to fall into a coma. She did not move.
In his wrists, there was almost no blood flowing. When his vitality began to disappear, Zhao Sicai took a deep breath and reached out.
Her fingertips suddenly plucked dozens of drops of blood, and then stretched in the air, turned into dozens of extremely long fine needles, and fell into the body of the enchantress.
The five internal organs of the body of the enchantress felt the hope of life, and then stimulated by a fiery and dry, more vigorous activity.
Zhao Si smiled coldly and said to himself: "I don't think there is a person in the market who is here to really carry the sword of my sword." (To be continued...)