Vol 8 Chapter 95: a sword

The loser is still strong.
Every year, there are new practitioners in the practice sites of the various dynasties. Those who are strong enough to be recorded in the history books, many of their experiences, are worthy of respect.
When Duanmu Hou decided to squander himself, he also gave birth to countless respects to the old Wu's old woman in front of him.
Because whether in Uzbekistan or in the rest of the dynasty, women want to take charge of politics, it will always be much more difficult than men.
The most important thing is that this Uzbek woman has never relied on her own force.
"Maybe I met you in the early fifteen years and lost it in your hands earlier. It will be very different."
When he finally hangs down and let a sharp ice tip pierce his throat, he seriously said this.
The Empress Dowager did not respond.
But she understands the meaning of this Daqin prince.
If Dumumu could see himself thoroughly at that time, then the achievements he could make on the path of practice would be very different.
"You lost another battle."
Instead of going to see Duanmu Hou, she turned her head and looked at the place where the pale white spark had fallen. She slowly said that the corner of her mouth showed a smug smile.
"You really want nine eyes of the Dzi Beads, but you can't think of the nine eyes of the Dzi Beads."
Against the backdrop of the white snow, the old woman of the Uzbek old woman still looks a little yellow and muddy.
The power of the celestial crystal only made her younger for a moment. After the light bloomed, it seemed to burn her more energy.
However, whether it is Hu Jingjing or Xie Rou, she feels that this old woman's eyes are full of goodwill and wisdom.
The two girls are very simple, the simpler they are, the more they can see the essence of things.
Both of them felt that the old Wu's woman was able to win the mausoleum of Changling because she could see the hearts of the people and know who could trust.
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It’s cloudy, but it’s not raining.
There are bright lights hanging in many of the capitals of Chudu.
In the big river where there was a large floating ship in Chudu, the waves were turbulent, but the wind came from the downstream. This naturally gave a lot of merchant ships to go upstream. The merchant ships on the river were more than usual. More.
In a small river bay close to Chudu City, there is a leafy boat parked, and Mr. Zhao Si, who is famous in the world, is on the boat.
She was alone, drinking the syrup sold in Chuduli and watching the lights in Chuduli.
There are pears that are evenly cut in the syrup, and some dried longan, which is cooked in the sugar water, is "obese" and has a good smell.
When you have seen more scenery, your vision will become wider.
Whether it is exquisite eating, or those buildings that look beautiful on a cloudy day, the amazing lines created by the craftsmen make her sigh, sighing that this long dynasty is indeed compared to her homeland, the Zhao Dynasty. It’s much more comprehensive.
Just as the wind can blow the big sails and walk with the boat, just like this bowl of sugar water will last for a long time, there are many things in the world that are inevitable.
She admits that the Zhao dynasty under the jurisdiction of the faint emperor of the year, even if it is not because of Qin and Bashan swordfield opponents, I am afraid that it will be sooner or later.
It’s just a matter of birth, but it’s naturally impossible to forget.
A boat floated down the river.
The boat is not fast, but it has a unique atmosphere, but it naturally attracts her perception.
She put down the sugar that had already been drunk, wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, and waited quietly.
Looking at the march of the ship, she did not have a half-real wave of real fluctuations, but only she knew best, her momentum became more and more perfect.
Shortly before this, she had a fight with the Qis.
At that time, her war was full and her state was at its peak.
Just compared with the present, the battle can only be said to be a physical activity.
A confrontation that can be called an epic is not only to see who the opponents are, but also the strengths of the two sides.
In the last fifty years of this practitioner's world, the most imaginative and anticipating of the practitioners is actually the battle between the master of Zhao Jianhao and the sword of the world.
It’s just that this battle has not taken place.
When that day and the Qis were against the enemy, Mr. Zhao Sizhi knew that he had already realized that all the swords that his masters wanted to realize, and they had infinitely approached the realm of their own masters. However, watching the ship approaching today, she also knew that she was only infinitely close, not equal to or more.
Only this fatal-like opponent, the entire division waited for many years of opponents, let her really stand up to that height.
When the two ships approached fifty feet and saw the face of Ding Ning standing on the bow, she squatted and stood up.
At this time she was sure that there was no difference between her and her master.
"Zhao Jian Furnace is really extraordinary, it is full of people." Ding Ning looked at her, calmly said this sentence.
Such words may appear to be polite or hypocritical in the mouths of others, but in his mouth they are completely different.
Zhao Miao raised her eyebrows slightly and accepted the praise. Then she asked: "How can you suddenly come here in Jiaodong County?"
"Take an old friend and handle some things by the way." Ding Ning replied.
Zhao Miao suddenly realized, his eyes flashed: "Will the snow be here?"
Ding Ning did not speak, just nodded.
Zhao Miao deep took a breath and looked at him and said: "You owe me a sword."
Ding Ningdao: "I owe Zhao Jian furnace."
Zhao Miao seriously thought about it and said: "Would you like to change time?"
This is not a sword in the plan itself, just just right.
But in her opinion, if Ding Ning has important things to do next, such a sword can be postponed.
"No." However, Ding Ning shook his head and said: "It's not as deliberate as it is."
After a slight pause, Ding Ning glanced at the distant sky and whispered: "I have waited for many years for this sword, and at this time, in Chudu, if someone like me, you will be awe, I also It won't come so casually."
Zhao Miao once again became a gift.
The previous ceremony was for myself, and this ceremony was performed on her behalf.
"That will start?" she asked.
"How can such a sword be silent, and the audience should be less?" Ding Ning looked at the city of Chudu not far away, looked at the newly renovated walls, looked at the southern wall of the tallest city wall, smiled It’s up.
Zhao Miao instantly understood the meaning of Ding Ning, and laughed, laughing very proudly. "That would be what you mean."
The long-haired Sunshine in the canopy of the small boat, a handful of new wine.
This time she did not wear the most common clothes at random, but dressed in white clothes like white.
This jug is not a crude sour brewed by the saplings of the phoenix tree, but the Gongsun distiller of the old privileged door valve knows how to brew the sap. 8