After all, Du Qing is for money, not for swords.

He left the Wangdi Sect in Shu, but the reason for his apprenticeship was still because of wealth.

There are no lofty ideals and no broad ambitions, not because there is a hidden secret or because there are young sisters in the family who need to offer them.

When he was three years old when he entered the Wangdi Sect, his mother held his hand and handed him to the hand of an ordinary disciple of the Wangdi Sect.

In order to restore the country, Wangdimen Sect used a large amount of food to exchange the population.

The woman sold him to the Wangdi Sect just for a few bites.

He vaguely remembered that the three-year-old boy was weak and only exchanged for three bags of corn.

His mother agreed.

Wealth is more important than others.

This is something Du Qing knew since childhood.

The little bud grew in Du Qing's heart, and maybe he himself didn't know what the bud had grown.

Du Qing is very talented, at least in the Jiandao lineage.

Everyone recognizes this, even his master is no exception.

His master was the chief minister of the Wangdi Sect, Bai Diao Dumenzi.

Du Qing was a good seedling discovered by Du Menzi in the janitorial. He was six years old that year. By chance, he was appreciated by Du Menzi and since then he joined Du Menzi to practice swordsmanship.

Du Qing is very ambitious and motivated to pursue his ambitions.

He has been chasing the woman's back all his life, the woman who sold him at a low price with three waits for corn.

Maybe I want to prove that my life is no less humble than corn.

Perhaps it is because I understand the preciousness of wealth.

So he tried his best to practice swords and exchanged his sword skills for money.

When he first came out of the world, he did not regard himself as his brothers and brothers. As the first signboard in Shu, the knights of the Wangdi Sect were only guests of the powerful and powerful people in Shu, and only Du Qing. He was willing to accept the high-value wealth, patrols, assassinations promised by the lowly merchants, and they did not distinguish between kindness and only talked about money.

So Wangdi's disciples who regarded themselves as the remnants of Shennong all excluded him.

They were nobles of the previous dynasty, how could they join the merchants and untouchables

With disagreement of ideas, Du Qing left the Wangdi Sect without hesitation. In his eyes, the illusory dream of restoring the country among the Wangdi Sect was far less realistic than jewelry and wealth, and far less particular than identity and status.

But before Shanla Khan and Su Amu died, he seemed to have sensed something different.

That thing seemed to be about to emerge from the bottom of his heart, denying and shattering his life.

Whether it is Su Amu or Shanla Khan, they are all nobles, with a stinky but also chivalrous spirit.

So there was a tragic and chaotic sound of building in the restless grass.

No wine, no laughter.

Only the stern of the wind.

Du Qing was silent, but kept beating the sword in the bulging stove until his sword broke into several pieces.

Du Qing took away the sharp sword tip.

No one knows.

No one will ever know the absurdity that happened next.

Gongzi Kang still went to Nulu. The nanny of Nulu recruited several beautiful women like fairies, all of whom were virgins. They stayed in Wuwei for dozens of days, just to wait for one day when Gongzi Kang came to Nulu again on a whim and then apologized for Qiu Baiji's guilt.

However, Gongzi Kang just sent twenty extraordinary swordsmen to go first, but the twenty swordsmen were taken away by the cruel swordsman that was not human.

Nu Lu was burned by a fire, covering up everything.

Death Crime.

"I heard you kill without blinking. Are you afraid of big scenes?"

"snort."

"Do you want me to save you?"

"what would you like"

"As you can see, I only have one hand."

"So what?"

"After going out, just go to the same place with me as promised and kill someone with me."

"Hmph, let's talk about it if you can go out, you're disabled."

"What's the name"

"Liang Wuyang."

Du Qing had no expression on his face.

He brought the murderer king who was rescued from the death row yesterday, dressed in luxurious clothes and came outside the Suzuki Palace.

The murderer trembled.

How could it be the Sulyu

How could it be such a place

Thousands of imperial guards wandered in the palace, and their stern aura was completely frightened and killed the murderer who had killed the entire street.

The murderer was bloodless, his feet were almost unable to move, and even his breathing began to feel chills.

Du Qing recalled the most thrilling and meaningful battle in his life.

Recalling the so-called third-rate invincible sword technique in the dense forest.

Third Story

"The legs must be cut off."

"How can I kill Gongzi Kang after cutting off my feet?"

"I'll carry you."

"You have a good body and don't need to die with me in this nameless land."

"OK."

"Get out quickly."

"I will yell your name when I cut off Mr. Kang's head."

"Can I still hold the sword?"

"If you find it, you need a reason to become stronger. Unfortunately, I don't need it anymore."

No.

You can immediately swing out the world's best sword and use the world's best boldness.

Your name will resound throughout the sky, spread throughout the ages, and become a model for swordsmen.
Chapter completed!