During the years of investigation and handling of cases in Changling, she has seen too many things that are bright and beautiful on the surface but are as corrupt as a pillar inside. She has seen thousands or tens of thousands of cold and ruthless supervision cases, and for Zhao Qing there.

The remarks on the "Suggestions" are also deeply touched, and they truly have a clear understanding of clearing the clouds and seeing the sun.

Although in Changling, the Jiantian Si Ye Sishou is a stunning woman who is in charge of power, decisive in killing, and very fond of wearing white skirts and changing like water. She is more beautiful than those young ladies from powerful families.

He has a few different temperaments, giving people a sense of being out of heaven.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! But the real situation is that she was just a concubine of an ordinary merchant, and she was defeated by seeing Wang Jingmeng competing with someone on the bank of the Wei River in the past.

The enemy's elegance had the idea of ​​practicing, so he ran away from home and found the other party's military camp, and was actually taught by swordsmanship.

Wang Jingmeng's words "Every Qin man should hold a sword" are indeed not a lie, and there is no difference in status.

Even when facing a thin and helpless lower-level Qianshou, he can still put down his figure, respect the perseverance and thoughts of every Qin man who strives for self-improvement, and help.

Ye CeLeng is a person who was truly born from the bottom of the world. She also lived a hungry meal when she was young. She tasted the cold eyes and humiliation of others one by one. But when the words that pointed out the truth jumped into it

When she was wandering in her heart, she suddenly remembered the snowy night twenty-four years ago.

At the age of ten, I was curled up under the bridge hole of the Dead River, holding a pot of soaked rice in my arms. This was the only food I brought when I left home. Even though it smelled sour, decay,

On that cold and hungry snowy night, this was her hope for survival.

Rotten grass and fishy fish floated on the frozen river surface, and the wind leaking from the gaps in the bridge cave wrapped the stinking of the corpse of the mass graves upstream.

The warm light from the wine shop on the bridge pierces the snow curtain, and several drunk noble children are picking the deer tongue with silver chopsticks. The sound of the jade cups being knocked over: "I heard that Wang Jingmeng taught swordsmanship again in the army, even the untouchables.

Can you learn?”

"Isn't that?" The young man in a sable cloak poured wine on the snow, and saw the ice crystal reflecting a colorful halo: "The day before yesterday, a slave escaped from my mansion. He dared to say that he was going to join the army and learn swordsmanship-

Haha, this kind of inferior person is also worthy of holding a sword? is also worthy of practicing?"

Ye Ce Leng still remembers how he cut his frozen fingers into the crack of the bricks, climbing to the height of the back wall of the wine shop like a devil. While the aristocratic family raised their heads and laughed without any warning, they suddenly pulled the jar in the jar.

The rotten rice water poured on his face.

Then, without having time to take a look, she turned around and ran to the Bianmasi Station on the south bank of the Hegang. As the pursuers cursed, she suddenly remembered the last few yellowed rice on the inner wall of the pottery jar - which should have been left for New Year's Eve

, but it was stuck on the man's hair and fermented.

But before he could get far, he was caught up by those aristocratic families.

The cold fist, the wanton insult came like raindrops, and she half knelt in the snow, her hands tightly protecting her head, and the snow water mixed with blood soaked her clothes. When the golden silk shoes of the aristocratic family ran over her fingers,

It was Wang Jingmeng, who had returned from the camp, who used his sword sheath to open the man's throat.

In the blood flowers blooming on the snow, the blue-shirted swordsman picked up a suitable iron-wood sword and stuffed it into her palm. His voice was as warm as charcoal: "The sword is straight, and the human heart should be straight."

But when she really held the sword in the army, she realized that the world was as bent as a snake's mountain road.

The elixirs of the monks in the army are always provided to the children of aristocratic families first, and the pensions of the fallen soldiers must be deducted by the seven yamen. Last winter, she secretly executed the corrupt criminals, and the people kneeling at the execution ground were cheering for "the wise and wise" - they were used to it from

I picked up food residue from my fingers.

Feeling the sour and astringent taste of wine, Ye Celeng suddenly raised his head and his eyes penetrated the newly reborn holes of the rammed earth courtyard wall next to it. The frost flowers reflected the shadow of Changling City in the morning light:

The cargo porter hurriedly with a hard cooked cake in his arms, and their monthly money was only two pieces; the blood-stained fingers of the city's south weaving lady shuttled between the dragon yarns, and the lights at the third day exchanged for half a hanging copper coins; and the Liling Jun Mansion

The glazed tiles are reflecting the sunlight into a rainbow, and each of them is worth half a year of food for the poor alley.

"Where should a real good sword slash?"

Before leaving, she suddenly chuckled and pointed to a sword. The water droplets round like tears were grinding deep ravines on the wall: "That man once said, 'If the Qin people were bullied, every Qin people could hold on.

The sword rose, who dared to bully me in the Qin people in the world? I have remembered this sentence for many years."

"But he never saw through until his death. What really hit the back of the Qin people was this heavy shackle called "Qin System"!"

...

Recalling the sound of the repetition of the white-clothed officer's head half an hour ago when he was about to leave in the shop, cold sweat oozed out of Ding Ning's forehead. He suddenly saw clearly that every patch on the wine flag was a devastating wound to the people's livelihood.

The chats of those drunkards who heard "drunk eyes" were now strung into a chain of shock in their minds:

The farmer's ankles are tied with iron shackles of "household tax" and the craftsman is wearing a copper shackle of "city tax" on his neck. The shoulder pole on the shoulder of the porter presses the stone tablet of "force tax". The tip of the weaver shuttle leads the bloodline of "city rent", Lian Zhizi

The malt candy in the children's pocket is covered with the "sweet sugar" green glow...

Countless Qin people who bent down to work, their shadows were entangled by tax chains, and finally pulled away from the black hole that had entered the sky above the imperial city, and turned into the capital for the extravagant life of the powerful. However, ordinary people suffered under this heavy oppression.

struggle.

When the apprentice of Dongshi Satin Village blinded his eyes, the tax-deductible silk book donated by the boss said "Hundreds of blind people who are loyal to him"; when the apprentice of the military weapon supervisor broke three fingers due to the explosion of the furnace, the supervisor was the chief supervisor to take Xuan Tie

The fragments are mixed with the next batch of arrowheads - where the real "blind people of Qin" is hidden!

"I suddenly thought, there was one thing I might be able to do."

Ding Ning put down the bowls and chopsticks, straightened up like a sword spine, and his firm and persistent voice seemed to overlap with Wang Jingmeng of the past: "Tell the Qin people all over the world who hold the sword in their hands."

"It is good to have such an idea, but you have to have the right strength to match it." Zhao Qing was also thinking about it and noticed the change in the other party's thoughts: "I just created the "Taixu Zodiac"

"Jade Jue", Ding Ning, come and study it."

After saying that, she glanced at the broken pottery pieces that had not been cleaned up on the ground. Some of them immediately jumped and flew away. All the edges and corners were worn away by nature, and they were refired in a vague furnace.

The wine jar looks like a standing on the counter.

Ding Ning narrowed his eyes slightly. He recognized that during this period, he had combined the grinding stone sword technique, Lishui God Art, Tiandi Honglu and other moves with very special meaning. It seemed that his guess was not much wrong. It happened yesterday.

Those big events are indeed unrelated to the other party.

Looking at the tacit cooperation presented by Ye Celeng and Zhao Qing, and the reproduction of the Grinding Stone Sword Technique and the famous quotes of that person, this can lead to more thrilling conclusions.

"What is the "Taixu Jade Planting"?"
Chapter completed!