The defeated strong ones are still strong ones.

New practitioners appear in the practice areas of various dynasties every year. Many of their experiences are originally worthy of respect for those who can be strong enough to be recorded in history books.

When Duanmu Hou decided to commit suicide, he also expressed countless respects to the old Wu woman in front of him.

Because whether in the Wu clan or in the rest of the dynasties, it will always be much more difficult for women to take charge of the government than for men.

The most important thing is that the old woman in Wu never relied on her own force.

"Maybe it would be very different to meet you fifteen years ago and lose to you earlier."

He said this seriously when he finally sags slowly, allowing a sharp ice spike to pierce his throat.

The Empress Dowager Wu did not respond.

But she understood the meaning of this King of Qin.

If Duanmu Hou could see himself thoroughly at that time, then the achievements he could achieve on the path of cultivation would be very different.

"You lost another time."

She no longer went to see Duanmuhou, but turned to look at the place where the pale white spark had fallen, and said slowly, with a smug smile on the corner of her mouth.

"You really want the Nine-Eyed Dzi beads, but you can't imagine who the Nine-Eyed Dzi beads are in."

Against the backdrop of the white snow, the old woman in Wu's eyes still looked a little dim and turbid.

The power of Tian Youjing only made her younger for a moment, but after the light burst out, it seemed to burn more of her energy.

However, whether it was Hu Jingjing or Xie Rou who were beside him, they felt that the old woman's eyes were full of kindness and wisdom.

Both girls are very simple, and the simpler they are, the more they can see the essence of things.

Both of them felt that the reason why this old woman in Wu was able to beat the mistress of Changling was because she could see people's hearts clearly and knew who could trust them.

...

It was cloudy, but it didn't rain.

Beacons were hung in many of Chudu’s mansions.

In the river outside Chudu where a large floating ship appeared, the waves were a little surging, but the wind was coming from the downstream, which naturally gave many merchant ships to move upstream, and there were more merchant ships navigating on the river than usual.

A small boat was parked in a small river bay very close to the Chudu City District, and Mr. Zhao Si, who was famous all over the world, was on the boat.

She was alone, drinking the sugar water sold in Chuduli and watching the stars-like lights in Chuduli.

There are evenly cut pear pieces in the sugar water, and some dried longans. After cooking in the sugar water, they become "fat" again, emitting a nice aroma.

As you see more scenery, your horizons will become broader.

Whether it is exquisite food or the beautiful buildings on cloudy days, the lines that are so amazingly created by craftsmen make her secretly sigh, lamenting that this long-standing dynasty is indeed much more profound than the Great Zhao Dynasty, her hometown.

Just like the wind can blow the sails and walk with the boat, just like this bowl of sugar water will cool down after being left for a long time, there are many things in this world that are inevitable.

She admitted that the Zhao Dynasty under the rule of the foolish emperor was probably destroyed sooner or later even if it was not for an opponent like Qin and Bashan Sword Field.

It's just something I've been born, but naturally I can't forget it.

A boat floated downstream.

The boat was not very fast, but it had a unique atmosphere, which naturally attracted her perception.

She put down the sugar water she had already drunk, wiped the corners of her mouth with a coarse cloth handkerchief, and then waited quietly.

Watching the ship move, there was no slight fluctuation of her true energy on her body, but only she knew it best, and her momentum became more and more perfect.

Not long before this, she had a fight with the Tse people.

At that time, her fighting spirit was full and her condition reached its peak.

But compared to now, that battle can only be said to be a physical exercise at most.

A duel that is enough to be called an epic depends not only on who the opponent is, but also on the strength of the cultivation of both sides, but also on the meaning it represents.

In the past fifty years in this world of cultivators, what the practitioners imagine and expect the most was actually the battle between the master of Zhao Jianlu and the sword king of the world Jingmeng.

But this battle has not happened.

When he was fighting against the Qisren that day, Mr. Zhao Si and Zhao Miao knew that he had realized all the sword intent that his master wanted him to realize, and had infinitely approached the realm of his master back then. However, today, as the boat gradually approached, she also knew that she was only infinitely approaching at that time, not equal or exceeding.

Only such a destined opponent, the entire master who has been waiting for many years, can make her truly stand at that height.

When the two ships were only fifty feet closer and saw the face of Ding Ning standing on the bow, she nodded slightly and stood with her hands behind her back.

At this time, she was sure that there was no difference from her master back then.

"Zhao Jianlu is indeed extraordinary, and he is all outstanding." Ding Ning looked at her and said this calmly.

Such words may seem polite or hypocritical in others' words, but they are completely different in his words.

Zhao Miao raised his eyebrows slightly, received the praise calmly, and then asked: "Why did you suddenly come here again in Jiaodong County?"

"Check an old friend and handle some things by the way." Ding Ning replied.

Zhao Miao suddenly realized something and his eyes flashed: "Baili Suxue is coming?"

Ding Ning didn't say anything, just nodded.

Zhao Miao took a deep breath, looked at him and said, "You owe me Zhao Jianlu a sword."

Ding Ning said: "I owe Zhao Jianlu."

Zhao Miao thought about it seriously and said, "Do you want to change the time?"

This itself is not a planned sword competition, it just happens.

But in her opinion, if Ding Ning had something important to do next, such a sword could be delayed.

"No." However, Ding Ning shook his head and said, "It's better to be on time than deliberate."

After a slight pause, Ding Ning glanced at the distant sky and continued softly: "I have been waiting for this sword for many years, and at this time, if someone in Chudu was as awe of me as your master, I would not have come so casually."

Zhao Miao nodded again as a tribute.

I used to bow my tribute to myself, but this time I gave my tribute to my master.

"Then start?" she asked.

"How can such a sword move silently, without the audience you deserve?" Ding Ning looked at the city block of Chudu not far away, looked at the newly built city wall, and looked at the south gate of the tallest city wall, and smiled.

Zhao Miao instantly understood what Ding Ning meant and laughed, laughing proudly, "That's what you mean."

Changsun Qianxue was in the boat's hood, draining a pot of new wine with bare hands.

This time she did not wear the most ordinary clothes casually, but was wearing the white and white clothes.
Chapter completed!