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Across the other end of the mountains and rivers, in the tent of the cold wind and snow, Ding Ning slowly lowered the mountain of files in front of him and shook his head slowly.

The beginning of the Minshan Sword Meeting was the real battle between him and Zheng Xiu.

She is in the light and he is in the dark, so he won several formations invisibly in front of him.

However, no matter what happened in Changling, no matter how many people died around her, everything seemed to be proceeding in an orderly manner with her will.

There is no doubt that she is much stronger and terrifying than before.

She is playing a game of chess.

He is also playing a game of chess.

"In the end, this world became a game between me and you?"

Ding Ning looked at Feixue outside the tent and smiled bitterly.

The wind comes to the north, blowing the snow falling between the sky and the earth, and flying south.

Some snow was heavy, so it fell directly into the wasteland.

Some snow is light, and it is carried in the cold current, turning into clouds and flying across the Yinshan Mountains.

When Ding Ning smiled bitterly, a cloud slowly floated past the thousands of camps of Wu's family, falling a lot of heavy snow, and then continued to slowly go south.

Times are gradually changing, and when this cloud of slutty far away from the Wushi wasteland and floats behind Yinshan, Changling has already removed the old year to welcome the New Year.

In a somewhat cold courtyard.

Listening to the bursting sound of bamboo burning in the streets and alleys of Changling, Shen Xuan put a piece of persimmon cake on his lips and chewed it slowly.

Persimmons are homophones with "中", and persimmons are originally a red color and are very popular. In Changling, in the New Year, persimmon cakes are not only used as a sweet treat to relieve bitterness when drinking tea, but also the meaning of everything going well.

Persimmons and persimmons are all the best, but everything is just a matter in the world. How can everything be as good as it is?

...

A mountain located on the banks of the Great River.

There is white fog below the mountain, but there is Qingming above the mountain, making the mountain seem like it is floating on water and on fog.

This mountain is not far from Changling. Except for a very few geniuses deliberately selected by the people in this mountain gate, the rest of Changling will never be able to enter the door for their entire lives.

This mountain is where Lingxu Sword Gate is located.

As we all know, Minshan Sword Sect and Lingxu Sword Sect are the two strongest places to practice in the world.

However, compared with Minshan Sword Sect, Lingxu Sword Sect is more mysterious.

A man with a paper bag of persimmon cakes in his hand slowly went up the mountain along the stone path between the mountains.

The mountains are quiet, but there are occasionally a few sword-making disciples next to the mountain stream. When they suddenly see this man in a quiet state, they are like a new year visiting friend in the streets and alleys of Changling. They are all slightly shocked.

They had never seen the radiant man.

However, the man with his hair was not surprised at all, but nodded slightly towards them with great temperament, and then walked upwards.

On one side of the Wei River, there is a rock like a natural reclining Buddha.

There is a stone hut below.

The walls and roofs of Shilu are covered with dense moss, and some of them even have strange golden flowers.

The decorations in the stone hut are extremely simple, but there is an exquisite tea table, with all tea drinking utensils available.

Hearing the footsteps of the man from afar, a man in purple clothes in the stone cottage began to make tea.

The man in purple has an ordinary face and a normal figure, but his skin is shining with some transparent luster, as if he is completely disillusioned in the air as he breathes.

"Senior Brother."

Looking at the man with hair coming in, the man in purple nodded first and called him respectfully, but the hint of joy between his eyebrows quickly turned into a little chill. He looked at the bag of persimmon cakes held in the man with hair and said, "Senior Brother, what do you mean?"

"I only met once a year, so I was naturally to congratulate you." The man who emitted the radiant looked at him and said.

The man in purple frowned and said, "But senior brother, you should understand that I don't like eating persimmon cakes, or even seeing persimmon cakes."

The man who emitted the radiant seated opposite him and said gently: "Why?"

The man in purple clothes looked a little ugly and said, "Senior brother asked questions knowingly."

"Of course it's because of Junior Brother Ming."

The man who sent the radiant man turned his back and started making tea, slowly said: "In the Changling Rebellion in the past, Wang Jingmeng rushed into Changling. Junior Brother Ming wanted to help him, but you don't want him to go."

The man in purple took a deep breath, looked up at the man with his hair, and his brows frowned a little more tightly.

The man did not avoid his gaze, but then slowly said: "You don't want Junior Brother Ming to go, because you think Junior Brother Ming will help him, and it will be useless and will definitely die. The second is because you have a grudge against Wang Jingmeng. So you poisoned Junior Brother Ming... You put down Xinshi San, just wanted to make Junior Brother Ming unable to fight and give up, but you didn't expect that Junior Brother Ming went away even though he knew he was poisoned. Junior Brother Ming liked to eat persimmon cakes the most, and your poison was also in the persimmon cakes. You wanted Junior Brother Ming to live, but instead let Junior Brother Ming fight the poison to die. So you feel guilty in your heart, don't like eating, don't like seeing persimmon cakes."

"It's not that I don't like to eat or see, but that I can't eat or see at all." The man in purple lowered his head slightly and said, "Senior brother, what's the matter when I mentioned the old things in those years?"

"You didn't let Junior Brother Ming go in the past, although you didn't want Junior Brother Ming to die, but we use swords to only seek pleasure, so why fear life and death? If you don't want Junior Brother Ming to go in trouble, you will never stop it. If you didn't have a grudge with Wang Jingmeng, Junior Brother Ming must go, and you would never use this method to stop it."

The man who emitted the radiant looked at him seriously and said, "But if the hatred between you and Wang Jingmeng does not exist at all, what if?"

"What?" The man in purple suddenly heard the meaning of the man's words, suddenly raised his head and exhaled softly.

"You always think that your uncle was killed by Wang Jingmeng, but what if it was not killed by him, but by others?" said the man who sent a radiant voice.

The man in purple had a slightly stiff body, and his eyes were filled with unbelievable light.

"I knew about this back then, but in the Changling Rebellion, when my junior brother Ming died, I practiced in the East China Sea. When I returned to Changling, Wang Jingmeng was dead, and the Bashan Sword Field no longer existed. This matter has become an old thing, and it is useless to mention it any more." After a pause, the radiant man continued, "What's more, based on what I said alone, I believe you may not believe it."

The man in purple was inexplicably cold, and the wind blew the golden flowers blooming on the moss outside the stone hut, and then even the light shining into the stone hut outside was shaken.

"Your uncle has nurturing you and teaches you how to practice, but it was not Wang Jingmeng who killed him, nor was it Wang Jingmeng's intention. The one who killed him was Bai Qi, just like destroying the Li family back then. This was Zheng Xiu and Yuanwu's intention, but in the end he put this matter on him." The man who emitted him said calmly.

The man in purple had a little difficulty in breathing. He looked at the man with a radiant hair and said slowly: "I really can't believe in my senior brother completely, because although I believe in my senior brother's character, you, after all, were too close to the master of Mohua Sword. Others don't know, but I know that if the senior brother was also in the mountain gate, he would have gone to Changling together like the junior brother Ming."

"Of course I can't convince you. But I'm not the only one." The man who emitted the radiant looked at him and said, "Ji Qingqing is now outside the mountain. If she also said this to you in person, what should you do?"

"Ji Qingqing, a female princess in Chen?" The man in purple raised his head very slowly and smiled bitterly.

In the next moment, he took a sip of tea and asked, "If this is true... Senior brother solemnly mentioned the old things today, why did it happen?"

"This is just a personal grudge. I believe my senior brother won't want me to try to become the leader of the Lingxu Sword Sect and avenge me with the life and death of so many people in the Lingxu Sword Sect." After a pause, he looked at the man who emitted the radiant and continued.

"Zheng Xiu wants An Baoshi to be the sect leader."

The man who radiated the expression said in a solemn manner: "They have arranged for An Baoshi to enter Xujian Valley."

"So this is three to three?"

The man in purple thought of emitting what the man said, the other three people from Lingxu Sword Sect, and the woman who was shattered by the face waiting at the mountain gate, sighed and stood up.

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