"The boy in the wine shop didn't agree?"

"I agreed, but I just invited someone and wanted to ask if the ancestor could go with me."

"Who?"

"Young Master Su, a student from Yuyang Sword Academy."

“What is the origin?”

"A orphan in Gulou Lane, Changling, has been practicing with Liu Huanghe in Yuyang Sword Academy since childhood, so it is a bit different from ordinary students."

"Is there any problem with the source?"

"No problem, and the vice president of Yuyang Sword Academy and I are old friends. What he said was exactly the same as the news I got from several teachers."

"So, let them come."

The sun is getting more beautiful, and the spring is getting more beautiful, as if it is about to penetrate the thin curtain of the car that seeps into the body of the ancestor of the Zhou family.

The ancestor of the Zhou family did not look at Zhou Yunhai's figure who had left, but looked at his high bulge of abdomen gloomy.

Although Zhou Yunhai asked about these news personally and verified from multiple sources, there would be no problem, and a student from Yuyang Sword Academy followed him, which seemed to have no impact on his entire plan. However, for some reason, he always felt that the actions of the teenager in the wine shop were beyond his expectations and vaguely brought him some unknown threats.

Two teenagers walked quickly, and their young figures came into his eyes full of haze.

His eyes were like a sunrise, and the haze was soon long and wind, and the disappearance of literature was replaced by a warm and kind heart.

A gentle breath gently precipitated from his body, slowly separating the curtains to both sides.

He looked at Fusu carefully.

Fusu was wearing a white-washed blue cloth robe. She looked handsome, had clean eyebrows and a particularly transparent look.

Just as he felt the ancestor of the Zhou family staring at him, his face turned slightly red.

Such shy and clean people generally only exist at this level.

If he really had some background, he would never be allowed to go to places like Lushan.

Some self-deprecating colors slowly rose to the corners of the mouth of the Zhou family ancestor. He thought that he might have not left Moyuan for a long time. So after entering Changling again, he thought too much. What threat would such a young man have to him?

He smiled warmly, waved to Ding Ning and Fusu, and said, "Come here."

When he walked to the old man, Fusu was a little surprised. He had never expected that the Zhou family ancestor was so kind and seemed completely different from the legendary old powerful man.

But at this moment, he felt a faint yin and cold energy coming from the body of the ancestor of the Zhou family and seeping into his body.

He instantly realized that this ancestor was investigating his cultivation. He should be the only young man in Changling who reached the fifth level. For his identity, this kind of cultivation that was too terrifying to his age was the biggest flaw. However, he was sure that the ancestor of the Zhou family could not detect his true cultivation.

So he was like Ding Ning in the past, as if he hadn't noticed anything, and let this faint cold energy wander in his body.

"Is it just a mid-level level in the three realms? The body meridians are also weak, and they are not very good cultivation materials."

Sensing the strength of true energy in Fusu's body, he felt that it was a bit weak for ordinary practitioners. It was narrow and not conducive to the circulation of true energy. The Zhou family ancestor had a stronger self-deprecating meaning in his heart, and a look of true satisfaction flowed out of his face.

"Are you ready for everything you need to prepare?" He asked withdrew his faint vitality.

Ding Ning replied briefly and respectfully: "Everything is ready."

This kind of acting is not a very pleasant thing. Moreover, the bright spring light also makes the Zhou family ancestor who has been watching black and white all year round very uncomfortable, so just these few words made him feel impatient.

The curtain of the car slowly closed, and his voice came from the curtain. He said, "Since that's the case, you two will get on the car and we will set off immediately."

Ding Ning and Fusu walked towards a carriage behind.

It was not until he lifted the curtain and walked into the carriage that an imperceptible cold sarcasm appeared on the corner of his mouth.

If you can even detect the true progress of the martial arts practiced by Fusu, why did those dynasties and even those great rebellions try their best to sacrifice powerful practitioners to find out the true progress of Emperor Yuanwu?

The wheels start to roll.

Ding Ning, who had not had much to do with this grand event, also began to set off.

Ding Ning's state of mind was absolutely calm again.

No conspiracy can defeat the general trend, and now, he has mastered the general trend.

...

Ding Ning, who originally didn't need to go to Lushan, started his journey. Many people in the whole world have already set off, and many people are preparing to set off.

The northernmost end of the Great Qin Dynasty originally belonged to Zhao, but when we went north, we passed Yinshan Mountain, it was a continuous desert. Even the former Zhao Dynasty only reached Yinshan Mountain and did not expand its territory into this desert.

The most barren and seemingly unsuitable for people to survive, but people often survive.

In the depths of the desert, there are many tribes that make a living by grazing.

In one of the tribes on the edge of a certain river, a wizard-like man sat cross-legged before a crack of a fire gushing.

There were countless scratches used to record time on the black stones sewn in front of him.

“It’s time to set off.”

He sighed, his voice was neither the accent of this tribe nor the accent of the former Zhao Dynasty, but the accent of the former Han Dynasty.

When he stood up, the flames spewed out of the crack in front of him suddenly became fierce, instantly filling up an astonishing height of hundreds of feet, reflecting that most of the sky in this desert was red. The black smoke produced by the burning rolled towards the distant sky like dark clouds, giving people the feeling that the earth fire here has been pressed by him, so it was just higher than the crack in the past.

In the amazing earth fire that was gushing out hundreds of feet high, a red ball was spinning, looking like a pill and a metal condensation object.

The man who looked like a desert wizard opened his mouth and swallowed the red pill directly into his stomach.

A red mist spread out from his body, and then he began to move and set off.

...

Some people's departure is earth-shaking and triggering strange phenomena in the world, but some people's departure is silent.

It had been a long time since Li Lingjun's convoy changed his way out of Wushan. On the second morning after Ding Ning set out to leave Changling, two practitioners of the Great Qi Dynasty wearing black robes and three bundles of hair also appeared on a mountain road in Wushan.

One of the older men closed their eyes and listened intently for a long time, then turned around and looked at the young companion beside them, and whispered: "Here you come."

The young practitioner's face was instantly filled with excitement and said, "If this person is really a very useful person among the Qin people to the Lushan Alliance, we have made great contributions to our Great Qi Dynasty today."

The older man looked at him coldly, not only without any excitement, but a cold feeling appeared in his heart.

It’s not that he is not loyal to the dynasty, but that he is no more than this young practitioner.

If it was really according to the information that the person who came from Emperor Yuanwu of the Qin Dynasty specially transferred from a distance, how could this person be an ordinary person?

"What, Lord Chen, are you nervous?"

The young practitioner looked at him, but smiled proudly and said, "We joined forces and ambushed and attacked again. Even if the person who came was really a great man, even if we were one of the Thirteen Marquis of the Great Qin, we could deal with it. Why should we be so restrained?"

"Don't talk." The older man's face changed slightly, and he suddenly shouted softly.

The young practitioner raised his eyebrows slightly, showing a dissatisfaction.

A carriage was driving on the mountain road that was very far away from them.

The forests in Wushan are dense, with water vapor swaying, and countless birds and beasts are heard in the forest. Even if you speak loudly, even if the person in the carriage hears several times that of ordinary people, it is impossible to hear them.

The reason why older practitioners could feel the arrival of this carriage was because they made some secret arrangements on the mountain road in advance.

This is a secret technique unique to his sect, which cannot be known to outsiders.

However, at this moment, the person who was originally sleeping with his eyes closed in the carriage suddenly looked up and looked at the place where he and the young practitioner were.

The man in the carriage was a man in his thirties with a pretty face, but he exuded an indescribable spirit of golden swords.

He was obviously only wearing the most ordinary blue shirt, but every part of his body, his hair, every line of his facial features, and every fold of his clothes, was like a sharp sword, which made people feel dazzling when they saw it.

The older practitioners of the Great Qi Dynasty could not see the man in the carriage, but at this time, his eyes also sting.

The sword intent of the man in the carriage stabbed him directly along the cold air at such an astonishing distance!

Who is the person in this carriage?

His breathing completely stopped at this moment, and the blood in his body was extremely cold.

At this moment, the driver sitting on the front of the car wearing a hat bowed slightly and suddenly exerted force in his hand.

The two seemingly inconspicuous gray horses suddenly turned bloody and began to exert force wildly.

In just a moment, the violent sound of iron hooves covered up all the noise and turned into a music with a terrifying killing intention!

The older practitioner's face changed drastically, and he shouted loudly and took the lead.

A black bone staff appeared in his hand. As his true energy surged in, two huge black flowers suddenly formed in front of him.

At this moment, the man in the carriage in the distance had already flew out of the carriage.

Just one step forward, the man in the carriage turned into a flying sword.

The young practitioners of Daqi also changed their color in shock.
Chapter completed!