It's a room with a red wall on the outside, but it's all made of stainless steel alloy three inches thick, which looks quite sci-fi.

The rooms are modern, not luxurious, but also elegant, with mahogany cabinets, fabric sofas, and polished marble floors.

There are dozens of framed calligraphy works hanging around the wall, look carefully, the handwriting iron painting silver hook, majestic atmosphere, see the title is all the works of Taizu and his old man.

Among them, there are a few words that are incomplete and only half of them, but they are also solemnly framed, and it can be seen that the paper is very uneven, with many wrinkled marks, it is obviously a practice work made by Taizu on a casual basis, crumpled into a ball and thrown away, but was picked up and framed and hung here, who this person is is self-evident.

Ding Ning looked at those remnants that only had a dozen words or even only a few words, but he was fascinated in his heart, as if he saw Taizu laughing at the heroes of the world under the arch guard of the thirteen iron guards, strategizing, and winning the upright and heroic posture thousands of miles away.

A generation of great men with a mortal body, but created a peaceful and prosperous world, even the amazing thirteen iron guards followed him with all their hearts, using their flesh and blood to protect his safety at all times.

Even the waste paper from his essays and calligraphy exercises is collected like a treasure, carefully framed and hung here, and this respect and love can be seen by the sun and the moon.

In the center of the hall hangs is Taizu's widely spread masterpiece "Qinyuan Spring Snow", carefully tasting the "cherish the Qin Emperor Han Wuluo lost literary brilliance, Tang Dynasty and Song Ancestor are slightly inferior coquettish, all in the past, and the number of romantic characters still look at the present dynasty!", such a famous sentence through the ages, feeling the pride of Taizu who looked down on the world and pointed out the country.

Ding Ning only felt that his blood was surging, and he suddenly gave birth to the admiration that a man should have, and clenched his fists hard, only hating that he was born at the wrong time, and he was not born in that era of war, and he was able to accompany Taizu to conquer the world and create a great cause.

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

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

Then he came to his senses and looked at a majestic man who appeared behind him at some point.

The man was wearing a somewhat old black tunic suit, just like the hot-blooded young man in the old society, with a straight body like a sword, sword eyebrows and tiger eyes on his face, a straight nose and a square mouth, and his appearance was quite handsome.

It seems that he is only twenty or thirty years old, but his deep gaze makes people feel that he is an old man who has gone through vicissitudes, with a transparency like seeing through the red dust, which makes his age extremely blurred.

Ding Ning looked at him in a daze, and suddenly bowed down and hugged his fists: "The junior has seen the senior of Wuhou!"

"Oh, you know me?"

Xiahou Weiyang had a smile like a spring breeze on the corner of his mouth, but his face was a little too pale.

"The juniors don't know each other, but the juniors have a close friend, he takes his surname as his surname, calls himself Xiahou, and has a three-point similarity with his seniors, so he boldly makes a guess!"

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

"You...... What do you say? He... Where is he now?"

Hearing the words on Xiahou Weiyang's face, an abnormal flush suddenly appeared on his pale face, his hands firmly grasped Ding Ning's wrist like iron tongs, his eyes were red, and his voice trembled strongly, which showed how much impact Ding Ning's words brought him.

Ding Ning was shocked in his heart, although he had been on guard, but he didn't expect Xiahou Weiyang's speed to be so amazing, just as soon as he stretched out his hand, he didn't even have room to dodge, his wrist was firmly grasped by him, and he couldn't break free if he wanted to.

"Quick, tell me, he ...... Where is he now? How has he been doing all these years?"

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

"Oops...... It hurts, it hurts, you tap, let go. ”

Ding Ning felt that his wrists were about to be pinched off by him, the muscles on his face twitched in pain, and he shouted with bared teeth.

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

Xiahou Weiyang let go of his hands as if he was electrocuted, and apologized again and again, where is there still a little bit of the majesty of Zhenguo Wuhou.

Ding Ning sighed secretly, Brother Xiahou, I really can't help it, I also want to save him, I guess you won't blame me if you know.

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

"Of course it matters, he is the only bloodline of my Xiahou family...... Is he still blaming me?"

The corners of Xiahou Weiyang's mouth twitched fiercely, his face showed a look of pain, and he drooped his head in despair: "It's me who is sorry for Xiahou's family, I'm sorry for him, and he blames me." ”

He knew that Xia Hou was angry with him, and Ding Ning's performance largely represented Xia Hou's attitude towards him, which made him not feel uncomfortable.

Seeing that he seemed to be dozens of years old in an instant, Ding Ning felt a little unbearable in his heart, but a serious illness still needed a fierce medicine, and he had already seen that Xiahou Weiyang's injuries were extremely serious, and even endangered his life.

But his injuries are not incurable, just because he has his own demons, and if he doesn't overcome his demons to overcome this hurdle, even if Shennong is resurrected, he can't save him.

There is no doubt that this demon is the disaster of the Xiahou family, especially if this disaster is still caused by him, even if he is for the sake of the country, it is impossible to say that there is no guilt in his heart.

It's just that he usually buries this guilt in his heart and never shows it, as the martial marquis of the Zhenguo of the Shenzhou State, as the lord of the Guoshi Mansion, externally he wants to forcefully suppress the invading Western warriors; internally, he has to fight wits and courage with the restless ancient martial arts circles, so that they will abide by the "Peace Agreement" and dare not mess around, and also coordinate the disputes and battles between the warriors to maintain a peaceful environment at home.

Especially during the retreat of Xiang Tiange and Qu Wuwu to change to spiritual masters, he couldn't count on anyone, so he could only hold on alone, but at this time, Xiahou's family was wiped out, which made him hateful, but he had to guard the Guoshifu for the sake of the overall situation, and he couldn't even run for the funeral and revenge for his family, and was ridiculed by many people for his lack of kindness, and even ignored the deep hatred of the sea of blood, he deserved to be a lone star, in this case, the huge pressure in his heart can be imagined.

It wasn't until Xiang Tiange and the two successfully escaped twenty-three years ago that he breathed a sigh of relief, and he was finally able to free up his hands to track down the murderer who caused the tragedy of the Xiahou family, but the murderer had not been found out, but he was unexpectedly surprised to learn that the Xiahou family had a bloodline lucky escape, which made him feel guilty and ecstatic.

But just when he decided to find his lost great-grandson at all costs to protect him, Xiahou joined the death hunter camp in order to become stronger and avenge his family, and fought one out of ten thousand to the death, so that he could not find it.

Just when he finally heard the news that Xia Hou had become a mercenary abroad, and was about to put everything down to find him, he was unlucky enough to encounter an immortal enemy again, and he was seriously injured by someone in one move.

People are always the most vulnerable when they are weak, and the strength of the enemy caused Xiahou Weiyang's confidence to suffer an unprecedented strong blow, making him doubt his original choice for the first time in his life.

If he dies and Xiahou has no one to protect him, will it trigger the pursuit and killing of the enemy? If even Xiahou is dead, then the Xiahou family will really be completely extinct, and he Xiahou Weiyang will be the sinner of the Xiahou family, and what face will he have to meet the ancestors of the Xiahou family?

Xiahou Weiyang, who was groggy and tortured by his injuries, thought wildly, and the guilt that he had forcibly suppressed in his heart finally exploded in full force, turning into his inner demons, which he could never let go.

As a result, the injuries he had worked so hard to suppress have also deteriorated repeatedly, and they still could not heal for more than 20 years, in fact, the injuries were not difficult to treat, but they were extremely difficult.

Because that injury was not an ordinary injury, but the knife intent of a top swordsman who had comprehended the knife to the extreme, due to his inner demons, he was never able to calm down to resolve this knife intent or expel it from his body at the beginning.

By the time he got up his spirits, it was too late, and the immortal sword intent actually used his qi as nourishment to continuously strengthen his body, so that in desperation, he could only drink to quench his thirst, and kept forcibly using his skills to suppress it, but he could not completely solve it, he had already expected his fate, once this sword intent grew to a certain extent, it would inevitably break out of his body, and that was his death.

"It's definitely weird to blame you, you put yourself in your shoes, Xia Hou was only three years old back then, but he witnessed the tragic destruction of his closest people, to be honest, he has not had any psychological problems until now, I am secretly glad for him. ”

Ding Ning put a fierce medicine with a straight face as if teaching a child, and reprimanded with righteous words: "Serving the country and the people sounds very noble, but how can you level the world if you don't sweep a house? You say that you are a martial marquis of a town and country, but you can't even protect your own family, what qualifications do you have to talk about protecting the people of the world? Is this fair to your family? Is it fair to Xiahou? Is it not fair to Xiahou? Isn't the surname Xiahou a citizen of Shenzhou State? People say that a person who has attained the Tao and a chicken dog ascends to heaven, but what light has the Xiahou family stained with you? Not only no, but you have also brought great disasters 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, I owe you to be pretentious, and take it as your responsibility to protect the common people in the world, but you don't even understand this simple truth, it's really in vain to be a son, a husband in vain, a parent, father, mother, eldest brother, third brother, Xiu'er...... I'm the one who bothered you, woo woo woo ......."

When Xiahou Weiyang heard this, his eyes were dull, and he muttered the names of his parents and family, and he wrapped him with deep guilt and self-blame.

"Brother Xiahou has been displaced since he was three years old, how did an orphan grow up in a cruel society, I don't think I can imagine it, for revenge, he would rather wander between life and death than ask you, the Marquis of Zhenguo, for help, how much do you say he hates you?"

Ding Ning saw that the fierce medicine was almost meaningless, and immediately took another dose of cruel medicine, although he didn't want to do this, but Xiahou Weiyang's injury had reached the point where it could not be delayed, and he could only fight poison with poison and let the injury break out in an all-round way, so that he could prescribe the right medicine.

No one knew how shocked he was at this moment, because the culprit who caused Xiahou Weiyang's internal injuries to not heal for a long time, but that knife intent gave him a feeling of familiarity to the extreme.

He was sure that it was not an illusion, it was definitely the sword intent born after the cultivation of the Ox Solving Technique to the extreme, this sword intent was extremely powerful, far beyond his realm, even Dad would never be able to comprehend this extreme sword intent at present.

It is precisely because of the same vein that he gave birth to the idea of receiving this sword intent into his body, if he can successfully accept it to comprehend, this sword intent can help him push the cultivation of the Cu Ding Ox Solving Technique to a new level, and by the way, it can also be used as a life-saving killer weapon.