The Sword Dynasty
Chapter 8 In the darkness, there is a sound
An ordinary horse-drawn carriage stopped at an entrance of the fish market. Song Shenshu, who was wearing a hat and wearing the most common coarse linen of Changling, got out of the car and walked into the fish market. He walked to the deepest part of the fish market without hurry.
Although the Daqin dynasty's scripture history library contains a lot of spiritual books, everyone knows that some of Daqin's most important classics are in the caves deep in the palace, so the officials of the scripture library usually do not have the status in Changling Remarkably, basically there is not much possibility of accumulating war achievements to obtain the reward and promotion.
In particular, such as Song Shenshu, who is over forty years old, and his temples have become pale, and officials of the history and history library will not attract many people's attention at all.
But Song Shenshu is still extremely cautious.
Because he is very satisfied with his life in the past ten years, even if he does not have the current official position, he can only become a practitioner himself, which has made him very satisfied.
Especially in the past few years, he has gained a new understanding of his practice skills, and after finding out the auxiliary means that can make himself break through the situation faster, his actions become more cautious.
Numerous facts have proved that it is not important to become a practitioner sooner or later, but what is important is the time to break through.
As long as he can successfully break through the third realm and step into the fourth realm this year, the world in front of him will suddenly be vast and there are infinite possibilities.
After walking silently all the way to the bottom of the fish market, he still did not remove the hat worn on his head, bowed his body along a wooden path, passed under several stilts, and came to a pier.
There is a Wu Teng boat docked at this pier.
Without any words, Song Shenshu lifted the curtain on the awning and stepped into the cabin one step. When the curtain behind him fell, he sighed, took off the hat on his head, and began to close his eyes and relax.
Except for his white temples, he was very well maintained, with a ruddy complexion and no wrinkles in the corners of his eyes.
The Wupeng boat started to move, and the hull swayed slightly, shaking very rhythmically, making Song Shenshu leaning against the rest feel comfortable.
However, in a short time, his heart was a natural cold feeling.
The route of this boat seems to be slightly different from usual, and the noise around it is getting less and less, but the sound of the water is still there. This shows that this boat is moving towards the most secluded water surface of the market.
Huo Ran opened his eyes and looked out from the gap of the curtain... Looking at the back of the little man in the bow of the ship wearing the clothes, he was not sure, coldly said: "Is it because of the water level, It seems that the route taken in peace day is different today?
"It's true that the route is different in peace days, but it's not because of the increase in storm water levels."
Ding Ning, who was wearing the clothes on the bow of the ship, stopped. He turned around and looked at Song Shenshu in Wu Peng.
His voice was calm, with a touch of sarcasm and pleasure.
Song Shenshu's head hurt a little bit instantly.
He can be sure that he has never seen this handsome young man, but the young man's face and tone make him feel very weird, as if separated by a long time, and finally met the old man in his hometown.
This weird feeling made him not have the first time to think about what the teenager was going to do, but was anxious to know the origin of the other party.
"Who are you? Do you know me?" He asked quietly as much as possible.
Ding Ning nodded seriously: "Song Shenshu, the coachman of the horse and horse division 14 years ago."
Song Shenshu's face was gradually pale. This was the old thing he was most reluctant to remember and mention. What made him even more trembling was that these old things might only be known by the person he was closest to.
"Who the hell are you? What do you want to do?" he asked, forcibly suppressing the growing fear in his heart.
Ding Ning looked at him with emotion and said softly, "I am one of your creditors and ask you to collect some old debts."
Hearing these words, coupled with some rumors in recent days, Song Shenshu's hands and feet were even colder. He opened his mouth and asked what he wanted to ask. After all, the teenager on the opposite side could not have any old enemies with himself. There must be someone behind him. The instructions.
However, he just opened his mouth, and before he could make any sound, the teenager in front of him had moved.
In Ding Ning's seemingly thin body, a sudden burst of power rushed out, the bow of the boat fell suddenly, the stern cocked up, and instantly hung in the air.
His body was dexterously drilled out from under the clothes, and instantly deceived into the narrow cabin, because the speed was too fast, and the clothes like the golden cicada was still hanging in the air without falling.
Song Shenshu's breathing suddenly, his right index finger and middle finger together, the other three fingers slightly curved, a red true element flowed from the index finger and middle finger tip, before Ding Ning's palm touched his body, this true element An extremely gentle posture rushed into Ding Ning's ribs.
The moment Ding Ning just moved, he had other options.
He can abandon the boat and flee desperately, and at the same time can make a lot of noise. After all, the underground black market also has the order of the underground black market. All the major forces in the Changling City will not allow anyone to unscrupulously destroy the order here.
However, at this moment, he concluded that Ding Ning was just a practitioner who had just arrived in the second realm.
There is a natural and insurmountable gap between every aspect of practitioners.
The True Element of the Third Realm itself is the product of the True Qi condensing the Heaven and Earth's Vigor. This is reflected in the strength, which is the essential difference of multiples, not to mention that he is no longer a practitioner who has just entered the Third Realm. Yuan has been repaired to the point that it can run away from the body, such a realm of high quality in the three realms, it can allow Zhenyuan to possess many magical powers against the enemy.
Therefore, he subconsciously believes that Ding Ning is only a guise to attract his attention. There must be more powerful practitioners hiding, waiting for the opportunity to launch the deadliest blow.
So even in the process of seemingly gentle, actually sending a real element into Ding Ning's body, most of his attention is not on Ding Ning's body, but in the surrounding darkness, even under the muddy and muddy water surface .
However, what he could not think of was that when his real money was sent into the body, Ding Ning just uttered a soft murmur, and there was no pause in the movement of his body.
His left hand is almost the same as Song Shenshu's movement, and his index finger and middle finger are both swords, and he stabbed hard on Songmenshu's chest and abdomen.
Song Shenshu cannot understand how Ding Ning can withstand his true yuan, nor can he understand the significance of Ding Ning's thorn.
But in the next moment, his whole body suddenly stiffened.
With a snapping sound, the bow of the bow fell at this time, and the cocked stern also fell at the same time, taking a splash of water.
In the sea of air inside him, there was also a crackling sound, and the originally flowing real elements suddenly collapsed into countless small streams, like countless tiny poisonous snakes, scattered into countless acupuncture points in his body. , And began to ooze from his flesh and skin.
Countless tiny red elements like earthworms twisted on the surface of his body, reflecting the dark cabin red, as if there were several red lanterns inside.
Song Shenshu's brain was blank, and there was great fear in his body.
He knew that there were some flaws in some spiritual practices. However, what exactly was wrong with his "Chiyang Shenjue", even he himself did not know.
However, the other party just used such a simple sword to directly let his real element fall into an uncontrollable rampage, so that even his body began to be uncontrollable. How could this be possible!
"How can you know the flaws of my practice? Who are you?"
After a few hours of stagnation, he finally forcibly made a sound, hissing breathing, like a dying viper panting.
"Strictly speaking, the Chiyang magic formula is an excellent practice method. As long as there are some poisonous substances that can be added to medicine, the speed of practice can be greatly accelerated, so the general practitioners go from the first level to the third. Jingshangpin will take at least 20 years, but you have only reached it in half the time." Ding Ning gasped slightly and sat down opposite Song Shenshu. He looked at Song Shenshu seriously, his hands kept on. Touching the true element of Song Shenshu.
"It's just that this method of practice from Chiyang Cave in the Great Wei Dynasty itself has great flaws. As long as the Qi of the kidney water in the body is over-excited, it will lead to the complete disintegration of the true element. When the practitioners of the Chiyang Cave of the dynasty engaged in battle, they discovered that several of their key points were covered with unique protective equipment. Later, after the Chiyang Cave died, this practice was included in the history library of my dynasty. It has been kept intact, but I did not expect that you just picked this practice to practice."
Ding Ning continued to whisper softly, and at the same time his two fingers and the part of Song Shenshu who touched the true element also kept making strange noises. Such noises were like innumerable silkworms devouring mulberry leaves.
"Nine dead silkworm gods!"
Song Shenshu finally found something even more terrifying in this world than his situation at this moment. The flesh and blood in his throat seemed to tear, and he horrified with a hoarse voice, "You are his heir!"