This is a room with a red wall on the outside, but the inside is made of three-inch thick stainless steel alloy. It looks quite sci-fi.

The room is full of modern atmosphere, not luxurious, but elegant and pleasant, with mahogany cabinets, fabric sofas, and the floor is covered with shiny marble.

Dozens of framed calligraphy works are hung around the walls. If you look closely, you will see that the handwriting is made of iron and painted with silver hooks, which is majestic. Looking at the titles, they are all the works of Taizu.

Some of the paintings were incomplete with only half of the characters intact, but they were framed with great care. It can be seen that the paper in them is very uneven and has many wrinkles. It is obviously an exercise work that Taizu made casually.

After being thrown into a ball, someone picked it up, framed it and hung it here. It is self-evident who this person is.

Ding Ning looked at the scraps with only a dozen or even a few characters, but he was fascinated in his heart, as if he saw Taizu laughing and talking about the heroes of the world under the protection of the Thirteen Iron Guards, strategizing, and winning a decisive victory thousands of miles away.

Upright and heroic.

A great man of a generation created a peaceful and prosperous age with a mortal body. Even the Thirteen Iron Guards, who were astonishingly talented, followed him wholeheartedly and used their flesh and blood to protect his safety at all times.

Even the waste paper he used to write and practice calligraphy was collected like treasures, carefully framed and hung here. This respect and love can be seen in the sun and the moon.

Hanging in the center of the hall is Taizu's widely circulated famous work "Qinyuan Spring Snow". Carefully appreciate it, "It is a pity that the Qin Emperor and the Han Dynasty lost their literary talent, the Tang Dynasty and the Song Dynasty were less elegant, and they all passed away. Count the romantics."

People still look at the present day!" Such a famous saying through the ages reflects Taizu's pride in looking down on the world and guiding the country.

Ding Ning felt his blood surge up, and he suddenly felt the admiration of a man. He clenched his fists hard, wishing that he was born at the wrong time, that he was not born in that war-torn era, and could accompany Taizu to conquer the world and create a new world.

Create great achievements in the world.

"Young man, do you like this calligraphy very much?"

A slightly hoarse voice interrupted Ding Ning's reverie, causing him to nod involuntarily.

Then he woke up and looked at a tall man who didn't know when he appeared behind him.

The man was wearing a somewhat outdated black Mao suit, just like a passionate young man in the old society. His body was as straight as a sword, his Chinese character face had sharp eyebrows and tiger eyes, a straight nose and a square mouth, and he was quite handsome.

He seemed to be only in his twenties or thirties, but his deep gaze made people feel that he was an old man who had gone through many vicissitudes of life, with a transparency that made his age extremely blurry.

Ding Ning looked at him blankly, then suddenly bowed and bowed with fists in his hands: "Junior has seen Senior Wu Hou!"

"Oh, you know me?"

Xiahou Weiyang had a spring-like smile on her lips, but her face was a little too pale.

"I don't know this junior, but I have a close friend who calls himself Xiahou after his surname. His appearance is very similar to that of my senior, so I made a bold guess!"

Ding Ning said expressionlessly, with a strong sense of sarcasm in his tone.

"You...what did you say? He...he...where is he now?"

When Xiahou Weiyang heard the words, an abnormal flush suddenly appeared on his pale face. His hands grasped Ding Ning's wrist tightly like iron pliers, his eye circles were red, and his voice had a strong tremor. It can be seen that Ding Ning's words brought him

What a big impact.

Ding Ning was shocked. Although he had been on guard for a long time, he didn't expect Xiahou Weiyang's speed to be so amazing. He just stretched out his hand and left him no room to dodge. His wrist was firmly grasped by him, and he couldn't break free even if he wanted to.

No. "Quick, tell me, he...where is he now? How has he been in these years?"

Xiahou Weiyang obviously knew about Xiahou's existence, and it was related to the only bloodline of the Xiahou family, so how could he not have violent mood swings.

"Ouch...it hurts. Please be gentle and let go."

Ding Ning felt that his wrist was almost broken by him, the muscles on his face twitched in pain, and he shouted with a grin on his face.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was so excited, I'm sorry."

Xiahou Weiyang let go of his hands as if he was electrocuted, and apologized repeatedly. There was no trace of the majesty of the Wuhou of Zhenguo.

Ding Ning sighed secretly, Brother Xiahou, I'm really sorry. I also wanted to save him. I guess you won't blame me if you know.

He immediately rubbed his unconscious wrist and said with a cold face: "Senior Wu Hou, does it have anything to do with you whether he is doing well or not?"

"Of course it does matter. He is the only bloodline of my Xiahou family... Is he still blaming me?"

The corner of Xiahou Weiyang's mouth twitched violently, a look of pain appeared on her face, and she lowered her head in despair: "I am sorry for the Xiahou family, and I am sorry for him. He should blame me."

He knew Xiahou's resentment towards him, and Ding Ning's behavior largely represented Xiahou's attitude towards him. This made him not feel uncomfortable.

Seeing how he seemed to have aged dozens of years instantly, Ding Ning felt a little unbearable in his heart. However, a serious illness requires intensive medical treatment. He could already see that Xiahou Weiyang's injury was extremely serious and even endangered his life.

But his injury is not incurable, it's just because he has inner demons. If he doesn't overcome his inner demons and overcome this hurdle, even Shen Nong's resurrection cannot save him.

This inner demon is undoubtedly the cause of the Xiahou family's annihilation, especially since this disaster was caused by him. Even if he was for the sake of the country, it is impossible to say that he does not feel guilty in his heart.

It's just that he usually buries this feeling of guilt in his heart and never expresses it. As the Wuhou of the Shenzhou Kingdom and the head of the Imperial Palace, externally he wants to suppress the invading Western warriors; internally he wants to be at peace with the restless people.

The ancient martial arts community battled wits and courage to make them abide by the "Peace Agreement" and not dare to mess around. They also coordinated disputes and fights among warriors to maintain a peaceful domestic environment.

Especially during the period when Xiang Tiange and Qu Wuyou were in seclusion as spiritual masters, he had no one to rely on and could only hold on by himself. But at this time, the Xiahou family was wiped out, which made him hateful.

Crazy, but have to do it for the sake of the overall situation

As for guarding the Imperial Palace, he couldn't even attend funerals or avenge his family. He was ridiculed by many people for being so heartless and unjust. He didn't even care about the blood feud. He deserved to be a lone star. In this case, you can imagine the tremendous pressure in his heart.

And know.

It wasn't until Xiang Tiange and his wife successfully escaped from confinement twenty-three years ago that he breathed a sigh of relief and was finally free to track down the murderer who caused the massacre of the Xiahou family. As a result, the murderer hadn't been found yet, but he unexpectedly learned that that year

Another member of the Xiahou family was lucky enough to escape, which made him feel guilty and ecstatic at the same time.

But just when he decided to find and protect his lost great-grandson at all costs, Xiahou joined the Death Hunter Camp in order to become stronger and avenge his family, and engaged in a life-and-death fight to choose one out of ten thousand.

Nowhere to be found.

Just when he finally found out the news that Xiahou had become a mercenary abroad, and was about to drop everything to find him, he was unlucky enough to encounter a powerful enemy, and was seriously injured in one move.

People are always most vulnerable when they are weak. The strength of the enemy caused Xiahou Weiyang's confidence to suffer an unprecedented blow, making him doubt his original choice for the first time in his life. If he died, Xiahou would have no one to protect him.

, will it trigger the pursuit of the enemy? If even Xiahou dies, then the Xiahou family will really be completely extinct. He, Xiahou Weiyang, will be the sinner of the Xiahou family. How can he have the face to meet the ancestors of the Xiahou family?

?

The groggy Xiahou Weiyang, who was tortured by his injuries, was thinking wildly. The guilt that he had suppressed in his heart finally broke out and turned into his inner demon, which he could never let go of.

As a result, the injury that he struggled to suppress worsened again and again, and it has been unable to heal for more than 20 years. In fact, the injury is not difficult to treat, but it is extremely difficult to deal with.

Because the injury was not an ordinary injury, but the sword intention of a top swordsman who had an ultimate understanding of the sword. Due to his inner demons, he was unable to calm down to resolve the sword intention or expel it from his body in the early stage.

By the time he cheered up, it was already too late. The immortal sword intention used his Gang Qi as nourishment to continuously strengthen his body, leaving him helpless. He could only drink poison to quench his thirst, and kept using force to suppress it. However,

It has never been completely solved. He has already foreseen his own fate. Once this sword intention grows to a certain level, it will inevitably break out of his body, and that will be his death.

"I will definitely blame you. If you put yourself in his shoes, think about it. Xiahou was only three years old back then, but he witnessed his closest relatives being brutally exterminated. To be honest, he has survived to this day without any psychological problems.

I'm secretly happy for him."

Ding Ning gave a strong dose of medicine with a straight face, as if lecturing a child, and scolded him righteously: "Serving the country and the people sounds very noble, but how can you bring peace to the world if you don't sweep every house? You said that you are a powerful Wuhou who governs the country, but you can't even

If you can't protect your own family, what qualifications do you have to talk about it?

Protecting the common people in the world? Is this fair to your family? Is this fair to Xiahou? Are people named Xiahou not citizens of the Kingdom of China? People say that a person can achieve enlightenment, a chicken or a dog can ascend to heaven, but what kind of glory does the Xiahou family get from you? Not only not, but you also brought

It will bring great disaster to the Xiahou family."

"Yes, what qualifications do I have to protect the common people? I can't even protect my own family. Xiahou Weiyang, Xiahou Weiyang, you are so pretentious and take it as your duty to protect the common people in the world, but you don't even understand this simple truth.

It’s really useless to be a son, a husband, a relative, a father, a mother, an eldest brother, a third brother, Xiu’er... I’m the one who has caused you trouble, oh oh oh...”

When Xiahou Weiyang heard this, he felt as if he had been struck by thunder. His eyes were dull and lifeless. He murmured to himself the names of his parents and family members. He was enveloped in deep guilt and self-blame. By the end, his face was filled with tears and pain.

Runny nose.

"Brother Xiahou has been homeless since he was three years old. I think you can imagine how an orphan grew up in a cruel society without telling you. In order to get revenge, he would rather walk between life and death than ask someone like you.

Marquis Wu of Zhenguo asks for help, how much do you think he must hate you?"

Ding Ning was half-hearted when he saw the strong medicine, and immediately took another dose of it. Although he did not intend to do this, Xiahou Weiyang's injury had reached a point where he could not wait any longer. He could only fight poison with poison and let the injury fully explode before he could prescribe the right medicine.

No one knew how shocked he actually felt at this moment, because the knife intent that was the culprit of Xiahou Weiyang's internal injuries that was not healing gave him an extremely familiar feeling.

He was sure that it was not an illusion. It was definitely the sword intention that was born after Chef Ding had practiced the Ox-Removing Technique to the extreme. This sword intention was extremely powerful, far beyond his realm. Even his father could never comprehend it at present.

This kind of ultimate sword intention.

It was precisely because of the same bloodline that he came up with the idea of ​​absorbing this sword intention into his body. If he could successfully absorb it for enlightenment, this sword intention could help him push the practice of Chef Ding's Ox-Removing Art to a new level.
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