Yangzhou City.

The smoke and rain alleys of the black tile and white wall, the rain knock on the roof tile, the melody is crispy and listening.

The woman in the apron hung her jacket under the eaves to dry the rod, and looked up to see a few men and women with oil and paper umbrellas. She had always been sharp -eyed.

"Are you the lady of Ding Shuhai?" Emperor Chu put away the umbrella and paced under the eaves.

"Ah ..." The woman was dumb for a while.

Perhaps it is because the other party has a long -term order that comes with its own order, and maybe the husband's name is too strange.

I haven't returned in fifteen years, and there is no news.

"Yes." She nodded nervously, rubbing her skirt with her hands uneasily, "Everyone comes in."

"Your husband's martyrdom." Emperor Chu said.

The woman turned around and entered the house, and she was reluctant to stand firmly.

Silence for a long time.

"What about the corpse?" Her voice was hoarse, like rubbing dry dried gravel with rough soles.

Emperor Chu's face was painful, "No remains."

The sound outside shocked the house, the two old and a 16 -year -old boy ran out.

Mother Ding covered her entire face with a handkerchief, held her right hand into a fist, and beat her chest.

"Dare to ask me how to die?" Ding's dark face twitched slightly. The most sadness in the world was that the white -haired man sent black -haired people.

Although Shuhai has not sent a family book, he faintly guessed that his son was doing things for the court, because the Ding family received a sum of money every month in fifteen years.

Emperor Chu looked up at the eaves and whispered:

"Fifteen years ago, Ding Shuhai was lurking for the sacred city of the imperial court."

"For the next year, Gu Changan recruited the solo city, and the corpse mountains were in blood. Ding Shuhai was not afraid of exposure.

"Because of him, the barbaric pilgrimage flutters the flag of the Chu Kingdom. The moment the flag fluttered was the biggest glory of the entire Huaxia nation.

Hearing the exciting and sad voice of His Majesty, the most emotional Li Ping had burst into tears.

Ding Shuhai is an ordinary person, but if there is no strong sacrifice, the pilgrimage will not appear in the Central Plains.

Ding Mu wrote tears and asked with a smile:

"Is my child brave?"

Emperor Chu throwing a sound:

"Lijie Mountain is full of Qi!"

"On the day of Jianjian, the martyr Ding was better than the West Chu overlord in the hearts of 16 million Chu people!"

Father Ding grinned, and his tears came out. Finally, he sighed, and said quietly:

"Actually, it was Gu Hero's achievements. Although my baby did not give me full filial piety, she was very happy to be loyal to the nation."

The woman leaned against the door of the door, showing a bright smile in her low head.

In her memory, the husband was honest, and the wedding night was so ashamed that she couldn't dare to enter the house.

"Husband can die, and love is comfortable." She whispered softly.

Emperor Chu looked at a family of four with a smile. He bowed deeply for Chu's 16 million people, and then left silently.

The Ding family watched them with a smile.

Only when I walked into the alley, Li Ping heard the heartbroken crying and crying, and Ding's father Ding Ding was miserable.

Where do they want to see the sea of ​​trees as heroes, they just want to go home in Ping Ping An An.

"The Ministry of Rites must wait for the family members of Yinglie." Emperor Chu turned his head to look at the accompanying eunuch.

"yes!"

In the evening, walking on the street is still full of people, and the tea house is crowded with the people.

The bookmaker wakes up the table to slap the table, and the wonderful words are dripping:

"Suddenly, he must also be aspiring to Ling Yun, step on the Saint City, break the barbaric!"

"That's unparalleled!"

"That's great!"

"What is sacred and indifferent, and what the origin of Tiandong, I Gu Chang'an is not wrong!"

"Full of full calculations is the 80 -year god, where is the qualifications to control the people of 4,000 years?"

"I only have a sword in Changan, so let you know that the Huaxia people must not be deceived, and the people of the Central Plains must not be humiliated!"

"Of course, there are Jiangnan and our Yangzhou Dingshuhai, please listen to the decomposition of their stories next time."

"..."

Emperor Chu stood under the tea house, and almost wanted to catch the bookmaker back to the palace. As soon as he heard the trend, he stopped abruptly.

"Master, the sword of the National Games has gathered, hidden in the Chibi of the Yangtze River."

Li Ping said lightly, and the colorful sword began to sing in the emotional sword.

The old man in the shirt was not waved, and the sinking said:

"The Central Plains is not Gu Changan's Central Plains alone.

"Please give a hundred thousand swords to give him a surprise."

"How to invite swords?" Li Ping asked low.

In the battle of the Holy City, Changan suspended the sword and universal.

Because it has been used once, the sword of the National Games can be handed over across the air, but how do I hand it over 100,000 swords?

"Hundreds of fighting methods." It seemed to notice her confusion, and the master whispered.

Li Ping was shocked, thinking of the fog of doom in the battle of Yumen Pass. At that time, he drove Qi Qi to the West by the formation method.

Therefore, the technical re -applied.

Utilizing the hundreds of thousands of swords to drive the 100,000 swords, under the leadership of the Sword of the National Games, a sword with a sword followed the disease to the holy city.

This is just guessing, it may fail to really implement it.

And the hundreds of clan laws are destined to have many victims.

A high -hanging lantern on the streets far away, there is a word:

"Do what you want to do, no one behind you, there are no one, and there are thousands of lights!"

Nympho

Chunlei moves, and everything recovers.

Twelve judges at the central round table silently.

Every year in the Central Plains, the Empires sent troops to attack the border. On the one hand, they destroyed the spring plowing of Shu Zhao and Zhao. On the other hand, they snatched the food of last year.

But this year is fine.

The lonely soul does not move, the empire does not dare to move.

His mother is almost a half months old, and he still does not scatter the valley hundreds of miles away from the holy city.

"Under the Crown of the Gods, the East East Seven Sacred Saint stands on the border, the flying pigeons are intercepted, and the spy intelligence can only go around the Korean Peninsula.

Bess, who is in charge of intelligence, reports respectfully.

The remaining judges are as disgusting as they swallowed flies.

If the empire withdraws the troops across the line, will the seven saints dare to swallow the martial arts?

Flying pigeons can only go from the Korean Peninsula, the islands of Lao Guo.

"There is no need to explore, it's nothing more than the sword of the National Games, is it the academy dare to come?"

Takuya sneered.

Bess nodded.

There is no way for the empire to take the lonely soul wildness for the time being, can you not kill you?

Land fairy has to shook his tail in the Holy City!

Anyone who bathe in the new world must only be the abyss. This is the rule of heaven!

It is also the fish that the old world Hannu.

"Crown, the magic weapon of the castle ..." A large waist -round judge stopped talking.

"Three achievements!" Tuo Tian Zi Tong hated Mori.

The empire is also waiting for the lone soul into the city.
To be continued...