A few black umbrellas carefully escorted the woman in the white dress dozens of steps into a carriage waiting there.

The boy who came out of the collapsed fragrant oil shop always looked at the white-skirt woman, until the white-clothed woman sat in the curtain, and he sighed and said, "It's beautiful."

The black-clad swordsman who fell in front of him, who also returned to God, thought of the meaning of the short three words of the white dress woman, a great joy and shock to the feeling of numbness, first filled his body.

“Beautiful?”

Then he began to chew on the boy behind him.The beauty of the night head is unquestionable, but the giants of the country like her, such a person who can only look up, only use "beautiful" to describe her appearance, it seems to be a kind of blasphemy.

The horseshoes sounded, and the carriage carrying the head of the DQin Dynasty women's department instantly went into the smoke and rain and disappeared.

The vast majority of the swordsman in black also disappeared quickly and silently in this street as when he came.

In the lost streets of the rain, more and more people went out of the house to see what was happening, but in the distance between a few breaths, countless golden iron banging on the ground covered the rain and thunder.

In an instant, countless tanks formed an iron wall, blocking their view.

“Your name is Ding Ning, and it’s the pear-drinking shop?”Why did you come here to make oil?”

Under a makeshift rain canopy, a middle-aged fat officer with a slightly bald head handed a dry cloth to a teenager who was almost wet, asked.

The official's look very kind, because he was in a hurry, and even a little oil on his forehead made it feel more mediocre, but the vast majority of the surrounding officials and sergeants deliberately kept a certain distance from him, because the long mausoleum people with a little insight knew that he was Moqing Palace.

God is one of the most experienced “bad dogs.”

"Gear dog" is definitely not a compliment, but it implies a lot of meaning, in addition to fierce, sensitive sense of smell, often means that there are enough minions and strong enough.For this kind of "bad dog" that is extremely difficult and can not be fought with sticks, the best way is to stay away.

Just like at this moment, he has just arrived, the breath is uneven, but there are dozens of files in his hand, one of which has a detailed record of the identity of the teenager who has some doubts in front of him.

The boy named Ding Ning did not realize the terribleness of the fat middle-aged official who looked good to talk, and he wiped the mud on his face with the dry cloth handed to him by Moqing Palace, and looked at the wolf lines on the hilt of the cold war car with a tiger head pattern and a green armor swordsman on the chariot, and did not answer the question of Mo Qing Palace in the first time, but instead asked: "Is this our big Qin Tiger Wolf Army?"

Mo Qing Palace wiped the sweat beads on his forehead and replied, "Exactly."

“Who lives in that little house?”After rubbed the dust and dirt on his face, Ding Ning, who was more clear and spirited, said seriously: "How can you be so excited?"

Mo Qing Palace more and more feel that Ding Ning is interesting, the calm breath on the other side, all let him inexplicably infected, calmed down a little, his eyes gradually appeared some colorful.

“Have you ever heard of the sword?”He was not angry, and asked in a pleasant way.

“The sword of Zhao?”Ding Ning has some gods.

“Exactly.”Mo Qinggong looked at him genially and patiently said: "The beginning of the conquest of the Qin Dynasty and Zhao Guo, the people of the world understand that the strongest practice place in Zhao Guo is not the Qingyang Sword Tower, but the seemingly ordinary iron shop."The eight true disciples of the sword furnace are all the existence of a sword that can be slaughtered, and Zhao Guo has been destroyed by me for thirteen years, but those sword furnaces are still thorns in the throat of my Dhaksin Dynasty, and they are not at ease for a day.Today, what is inward is the seventh man of the sword furnace, Zhao Xuan.”

“No wonder...” Ding Ning looked at the gap in the chariot and watching the one that had been gone, and many practitioners were carefully rummaging through the small courtyard in every tiny corner.

Mo Qing Palace smiled slightly: "Now you want to understand why I asked you these trivial questions at the beginning?"

Ding Ning nodded seriously, "As such as the enemy country lurks here, all the people nearby, of course, to check clearly, especially if I did not live here, but also to ask a clear."

Mo Qing Palace appreciated the slight jaw: "Then you can answer my previous question now?"

Ding Ning smiled and said, "In fact, our side of the fragrant oil shop has not done business in the past two days, so we can only come here, I did not expect to be delayed by a heavy rain here, and I did not expect to happen to encounter such a thing."

Mo Qing Palace was silent for a moment, then grabbed the umbrella from the side and handed it to Ding Ning. "If so, you can leave."

Ding Ning was a little surprised, and his eyes asked clearly, “Is it that simple?”

“Can’t they just walk away?Don't bother yourself!"Mo Qing Palace was very angry and funny, waved his hand, and motioned for the young man to leave quickly.

“What about your umbrella?”

"If I don't come to get it, I'll give it to you."

...

Looking at Ding Ning's back, the God of Mo Qing Palace grew cold and sighed for a moment, and he drank a low voice outside the rain shed behind him: "Zhen Qin Huai's book is coming!"

A skinny young man in plain clothes walked into this makeshift rain canopy shortly after his drinking.

Mo Qing Palace slightly looked up, looking at the young man who walked in front of him, his fingers gently tapped on the case file in front of him, and after beating more than ten consecutive notes, he slowly asked: "Wise Tong fell this young man named Ding Ning, this paper is what you did, you have an impression?"

The skinny young man stood with his head admonished, and said, “Yes.”

Mo Qing Palace looked at him coldly and said in a deep voice: "according to this paper, the origin of him and his aunt who opened the wine shop can be said to be very clean, but the key is, why did you make such a paper in the first place?"

The skinny young man seemed to have long expected that he would ask such a question, without delay, replied without hesitation: "This young man is indeed our Qin people, the history of the previous generations is also very clear, the reason why his subordinates did this investigation file, because the Fang Houfu and he had contact, Fang Houfu had specially asked Fang Embroidered to see him."

Mo Qing Palace: “Fang Houfu?”

The skinny young man nodded: "This young man has been photographed by his little aunt since his young parents died, and his aunt has a wine shop in Wutong, although the shop is very small but very famous."The people of Fang Houfu bought the wine shop, probably because they felt that this son had some potential, so they specially invited Fang Embroidery to see it in person.”

Mo Qing Palace slightly frowned, fingers unconsciously tapping on the case file again.

“What about later?”He paused for a moment and asked.

The skinny young man replied earnestly: "After the square embroidered curtain was seen, the Fang Houfu government never had contact with this son again."The subordinate inference should be that the embroidered screen felt that he was not enough to become a practitioner.In addition, the child's identity is low, and there is no doubt about the origin, so his subordinates only made the paper-based seal as a rule, and no more effort is made to investigate it."

For the first time, Mo Qing Palace's eyes showed a commendation expression, "You are doing well."

The skinny young man's face still did not change, calm and steady: "The subordinates are just doing their duty."

Mo Qing Palace thought for a moment and asked, “Can the wine spread out of the small wine in the place of Wutong fall can enter the eyes of the Fanghoufu?”

The skinny young man shook his head, "His wine shop is famous only because his aunt is very beautiful."

Moqing Palace was completely surprised.

The skinny young man still did not look up, but there was an imperceptible smile in the corner of his mouth, thinking that if you really saw the woman, I am afraid it would be more consterling.

Mo Qing Palace smiled at himself, suddenly seriously looked at the skinny young man, and whispered: "This time the door of the sword opened, I put you on the list."

“The adults!”

Before this skinny young man always maintained a respectful and calm posture, but this whisper of Mo Qing Palace made him tremble violently like a five thunderstorm, and an uncontrollable exclamation was sent out.

The face of Mo Qing Palace did not change much, he patted the emotional young man on the shoulder and said slowly, "Before you go to the spiritual sword gate practice, do me one last favor, help me verify the origin of him and the people around him, and help me find out what the embroidery has made against him."

...

All the streets of Changling, like Zhao Qian said, are straight, horizontal and vertical, even a corner tower, are evenly distributed throughout the city.

At this moment, the closest to the corner of the rain canopy of the Moqing Palace, behind the curtain of the curtain, there is a wisteria chair, sitting on the chair of an old man wearing ordinary plain cloth, sparse white hair hanging on his shoulders like a ginseng.

Behind the old man was a young man with a long stature and wearing a yellow cloth.

The young man's face is elegant, quiet and gentle, belongs to the kind of good feeling that it is easy to see, at this time his hands fell on the back of the wisteria chair, looking modest and close.

“What are you thinking?”

The old man withdrew his eyes in the distance, smiled slightly, and took the initiative to say.

The young man in the yellow shirt moved lightly, walked to the old man's side, and said respectfully: "Master, since the Night Master can kill Zhao Xuan alone, it shows that she has at least stepped over the threshold of the seven realms, but I do not understand that at this moment's Changling... In addition to the night ladyhead, someone can kill Zhao Xuan alone, why your majesty must come back to the night lady who practices abroad?"

The old man smiled slightly, stretched out his dead fingers, and pointed to the rain curtain outside the corner building: “What do you see?”

The young man in the yellow shirt looked hard, such as in the waterfall rainstorm, but only saw the straight streets, he answered with some apology: "The disciple is dull, look forward to the teacher's guidance."

"You look too close, you only see the streets in front of you, but you can't see the boundaries of the long mausoleum."The old man narrowed his eyes and said, “But you should know that this city is the only capital city in the world without the outer walls.”The reason why there is no need for the moat wall is because the sword of each of us is the wall.”

The young man in the yellow shirt became increasingly clear and silent.

"Your majesty, or Li Yan, can see far more than you do."

The old man looked at the yellow shirt young man kindly, but said with some sarcasm, "Calling the head of the night, at least two layers of intention."The first floor is in the long mausoleum, although there are many people who can kill Zhao Xuan, I am strong, but more than one, always more powerful.Although the head of the night lady has a great name, most people suspect that she has not even crossed the seventh.Today's night, the first sword to assassinate Zhao Qian, will be the loudest thunder in the autumn, and the invisible wall of my long mausoleum will be thick again.Another level of intention is that the head of the night division has been cultivating overseas for many years, including my heart naturally some doubts, doubting whether the head of the night division can not be trusted by his majesty, is equivalent to being exiled, and now the head of the night division suddenly returns to the iniquity, which can only show that the connection between His Majesty and the Night Chief has always been very close, and the rumors and doubts are self-defeating."

"Li Yan really sees much farther than I do."The young man in the yellow shirt sighed.

When he spit out the word "Li Xiang", his face is both admiration and self-righteousness.

Lee is a noble name.

The DQin Dynasty had two patriarchs, one surnamed Yan and one surnamed Li.

The two men's age, appearance, and preferences are different, but they are equally mysterious and powerful.

Their mystery and power lies in the fact that most parts of the city are shrouded in their shadow, that all affirm that they are powerful practitioners, but no one has seen their shot, and not even a few people are entitled to see their true face.

The real strength... is that many people who are already strong and very afraid in this world are just their loyal subordinates.

Too strong people often have no friends.

Therefore, in Changling, Dafan mentioned strict or Li Xiang, and the corresponding emotions are often awe, fear, and resentment, but there is very little real admiration in the eyes of this yellow shirt young man.

"The Master's view should be good, your majesty's cultivation during this time, this kind of thing should be Li's master ... but the Lushan will be in the alliance, this time to call the head of the night, he should have more ideas."After a sigh, the young man in the yellow shirt thought for a moment and continued.

The old man laughed.

In his view, his closed-door disciple was not particularly intelligent, but his temperament was as straight and open as the road of Changling.

There is no natural hostility to anyone, and people are serious about learning each other's strengths.

Such a person, in such a surging Qin Dynasty, lived a long life and went far.

There is no problem to see things for a while, as long as you can go far enough, you will always see more things than others.

...

Rare rainstorms do not see the meaning of stopping for a while, and the entire street of the long mausoleum accumulates a thin layer of water.

The face has been wiped clean, but the shirt is still full of stains of Ding Ning, who is walking to a street with many sycamore trees.