Palace Master's Road to Unification

Ziheng took advantage of the assassination of Feixueju to wipe out all the people around him who were ready to move. Although some of them were innocent, it was better than raising a pack of hungry wolves.

She never takes people's lives regardless of right and wrong, just because everything is intentional.

Zi Heng said: "What are you still standing here for?"

Ning Zheng said: "This subordinate will set off immediately."

"Before you leave, hand over the copied swordsmanship to me."

I knew that this was going to be checked, but fortunately he had finished copying it long ago, so he was not afraid of punishment. At this time, it was like a teacher checking the article when he was young, and he felt a little uneasy.

When returning to the room to pick up the copied sword technique, he heard Lan Jin's wailing as he passed by Qinmei Garden.

Ning Zheng shook her head inwardly, Sheng Yuan must not use her internal strength rashly, otherwise the fire poison would erupt, but this attack was merciless.

Ning Zheng returned to the residence, and has lived here since he finished copying it, but he never handed over the copied swordsmanship to Zi Heng. If he had known this, he might as well have lied and said that he had finished copying it earlier and then waited in the house. Take it easy, it's more comfortable.

He kept the copied swordsmanship on the desks in the study and never discarded it, but it unexpectedly disappeared at this time.

Thinking that she had forgotten where to put it, Ning Zheng searched the study, but she still couldn't find it.

He only found the original "Sword of Broken Stars" that Ziheng had given him, and Ning Zheng sighed while holding the book.

The copied book disappeared inexplicably. It took him three days and three nights to copy the five hundred times. Ning Zheng felt a little indescribable at this moment.

After Han Lu brought Sheng Yuan to her residence, she came to the nearby Tingzhu Garden. Because Nangong Yun would come out to practice sword at this time every day, she would come to watch if she had time.

Although Nangong Yun's internal strength was sealed, he did not indulge himself. Only when he puts his love on the way of swords can he find the meaning of existence.

The wisteria in the courtyard has long since withered, and when Nangong Yun swung his sword like a light, the fallen leaves rose up without wind, and the sword was as powerful as a rainbow. Unfortunately, there was no internal strength, otherwise the sword would be more magnificent.

The figure in white is like the moon in the sky, standing in front of you, but you feel that it is on the top of the mountain.

Han Lu patted her cheek, looked at Nangong Yun obsessively, but she was criticizing herself in her heart: Han Lu, Han Lu, you are so superficial!But shallowness is not wrong!

After all, everyone has the love of beauty.

"Junior Sister Han Lu."

Han Lu was immersed in the beauty and almost passed out, when a voice suddenly woke her up.

When he turned around, his expression was somewhat embarrassed and concealed: "...Brother Ning! Yes, is there something wrong?"

Ning Zheng was focused on looking for her own things, so naturally she didn't pay attention to Han Lu's panicked reaction: "Have you seen the sword techniques I copied earlier?"

Seeing that the other party didn't pay attention to her, Han Lu shook her head calmly: "No, what's wrong?"

Ning Zheng sighed: "The palace lord wants to see it now. I clearly remember to put it in the study, but now it's gone."

"Could it be a mistake?" Han Lu blinked, after all, she sometimes misremembered things.

Ning Zheng shook his head again, he has searched all the places he could find, and things can't just disappear out of thin air, there is only one possibility: "Who has been to my room today?"

Han Lu tilted her head and thought for a while: "The cleaning disciple has been there, and the right envoy has also been there once."

Ning Zheng frowned and asked, "Qingying Right Envoy?"

"Yes, the right envoy said he was looking for you, senior brother Ning, but senior brother Ning was not in the courtyard at that time, so the right envoy walked around and left."

"The right envoy can tell me what you want from me?"

Han Lu shook her head: "No."

Ning Zheng smiled slightly: "I see, thank you, Junior Sister Han Lu."

Ziheng waited for a long time in Xingluo Hall, but there was still one person standing in the hall, it was Qingying, envoy to the right.

I saw Qingying dressed in green, with a mocking look on her face: "Why did Sect Master Ning come empty-handed? Where are your five hundred times of swordsmanship?"

Ning Zheng's complexion remained unchanged, and he said with a light smile: "The purpose of the palace master asking me to copy the "Broken Star Sword Art" five hundred times is for me to learn it, and now that I have learned it, those things are naturally not important.

"Since the palace lord asked you to copy it five hundred times, you should copy it five hundred times. Don't you take the palace lord seriously by playing such clever tricks?"

"The right envoy also knows that playing tricks is not paying attention to the Palace Master."

Ning Zheng obviously meant something, but Qing Ying didn't take it seriously, "If the head of Ning didn't finish writing it, he would admit it, the palace master is magnanimous and won't be too fussy." That's strange.

The Palace Master has never been a magnanimous person.

"I hope the right envoys can be more magnanimous and don't care about me."

"Where is it, I have always been magnanimous."

"Since that's the case, please don't make it difficult for me."

Qing Ying seemed not to understand: "What is the meaning of what Master Ning said? When did I feel sorry for you?"

Seeing that the two of them had something in their words to ridicule each other, Ziheng said coldly: "Are you two busy?"

The two fell silent for a moment.

Zi Heng looked at Ning Zheng: "Tell me, what's going on?"

"The sword technique that my subordinate copied before suddenly disappeared."

Qingying sneered: "Did it disappear or didn't finish copying?"

Ning Zheng still smiled: "I think the right envoy should be very clear."

"Master Ning was joking, how could I know."

Ning Zheng's meaning is obvious, he thinks that Qingying is deliberately teasing him and taking away the sword technique, but Qingying refuses to admit it.

Ziheng frowned rarely, and looked at the two with rather cold eyes: "It seems that you have been too leisurely recently, which made you have such a playful mind."

Qingying lowered her head and said sullenly: "This subordinate is guilty."

"It's the subordinate's fault. You should not guess without any evidence that Qingying's right envoy is targeting your subordinates."

Qingying smiled ferociously at Ning Zheng, pretending that you know how to pretend!

Ziheng narrowed his eyes slightly: "Qingying, you have copied the "Broken Star Sword Art" five hundred times."

"what?!!"

Qingying opened her mouth wide, her face full of disbelief.

Ziheng's voice was cold: "I don't care about your personal grievances, but if you still do something under my orders, it's a challenge."

Qingying's face turned blue and white, and finally took a deep breath: "Yes, this subordinate understands."

Ning Zheng thoughtfully handed the original "Broken Star Sword Art" to Qingying who was beside her: "The envoy of the right copy it carefully, and you must not disappoint the Palace Master's expectations."

Qingying snatched the "Broken Star Sword Art" and said viciously: "Thank you!"

Ning Zheng smiled and said, "You are being polite."

Zi Heng looked at Ning Zheng, and said earnestly: "Don't be idle, and do what I have ordered you to do well."

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Silver osmanthus fell one after another, white flowers like snow, falling on the white clothes under the tree, the woman looked up at the flowers, her expression was as solemn and indifferent as ever, she held a pure white sword in her hand, the scabbard was engraved with dragon patterns, like a green dragon Straight up to nine days, the faintly revealed brilliance is dazzling. This is a sword that only the suzerain of the Qingnv sect can wear.

It has been a month since the last incident of the Qingnvzong, and Han Zhi came to Jiuxiao Palace again with a different mood than before.

"Why are you buried here?"

"The scenery here is beautiful. The Palace Master likes this tree, so naturally he also hopes that the sword will be buried here."

A voice of conversation suddenly appeared behind the tree. Han Zhi walked by and saw two disciples digging the soil, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Han Lu and Han Zhi didn't meet each other very often, and they were not familiar with each other, but they still knew their identities, so they answered honestly, "Buried Sword."

Han Zhi frowned slightly: "The Burial Sword?"

She has only heard of funeral flowers, but never of funeral swords.

Lingyao said: "This is Palace Master's Snow Green Sword. It has been broken for a long time. Palace Master asked us to find a place to bury it."

Han Zhi asked: "How could it be broken?"

"It's the palace lord who is in the flow..."

Before Lingyao finished speaking, Han Zhi who was next to her immediately pinched her, Lingyao stopped in pain, and Han Lu hurriedly continued, "It was the palace lord who cut a monster with Xueqing sword, but that monster was too big. It was too hard, and the Palace Master didn't notice it for a moment, and the Xueqing sword broke."

Han Zhi quietly looked at the Xueqing sword that was broken into two sections on the ground. The sword body was stained with mud, and it was no longer as soft and beautiful as before. The first time she lost was against this seemingly harmless sword.

Han Zhi lowered her eyelids, and said slowly: "Since you don't need it anymore, why not give it to me."

Lingyao shook her head hastily: "Even if the palace lord doesn't want it, he won't give it to others. If the left envoy wants this sword, he has to ask the palace lord for it."

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