The Sword Dynasty

"Who is that man?"

In an elegant study room, on the precious rosewood bookshelf, densely packed Chen books of various kinds of spiritual practice are placed. Some of them seem to be worn out, but they are all extremely precious and rare treasures.

There are no pens and papers on the desk, but there is only a classic open book, a pot of white orchids.

The young man who was sitting behind the desk asking questions was only wearing an ordinary blue satin robe, and he did not have any luxurious accessories. However, his entire body seemed to exude glory. He was growing up as a proton of the Chu Dynasty. Ling gradually has the Liling King who is close to the princely status.

The look on his face was always gentle and peaceful, but at the moment in his study, the wrinkles had already appeared in the corners of his eyes.

He has too many things to worry about.

Even if he had such a status in Changling today, as long as he could not return to the capital of Dachu one day, his life could never be completely in his hands.

The way to return home is too difficult. There are thousands of mountains and thousands of mountains. Any trivial matter may eventually make him fall short.

The fish market is a very unique place. There are shadows projected throughout the Changling tomb and even countless dignitaries throughout the world.One or two small blisters popping out of it may be related to the fight between two big fish deep in the water.

Today, a special battle took place outside the fish market. Both swordsmen showed extraordinary strength. The most important thing is that one of the practitioners has never officially appeared in the sight of Changling people before. in.

Therefore, he must understand this practitioner, and must understand some of the meaning behind the battle of this level of practitioners.

Opposite Li Lingjun, Lu Siche, dressed in a white-shirt scribe, had just entered this study.

This thin man with a handsome face and wise light shining in his eyes is one of the most important staff in the throne of Liling.Many things happening in the streets of Changling every day will pass through his hands, and after his analysis, it will finally appear more clearly in front of Li Lingjun.

And compared to other staff, he will not interfere with Lilingjun's thinking with his own thinking and judgment. He always stands in the position of analyzing with Lilingjun.

In the gentle voice of Liling Jun, Lu Siche sat down in front of him respectfully.

"That man was Li Daoji, a personal disciple of Xue Wangxu in Baiyang Cave. He actually had some fame in the sect gate around Baiyang Cave, but he never stepped out of Baiyang Cave after entering the gate. In terms of, it is very strange."

Lu Siche said in an unhurried tone: "He and Yu Daoan are the remnants of the Han Dynasty. They were the disciples of the Han Dynasty's Yijianzong. Later, the Korean Dynasty was defeated and destroyed. The Yijianzong only The rest of him and Yu Daoan were both convicted and imprisoned. When the Emperor Yuanwu was ascended to the throne, he was granted amnesty. Later, Li Daoji was seen by Xue Wangxu for some reason, and Xue Wangxu loved him. Dao Ji was admitted to Baiyang Cave, and Yu Daoan believed that Li Daoji recognized the thief as his father and betrayed the teacher. He said that Li Daoji would die in Baiyang Cave all his life, otherwise he would just let Li go out of Baiyang Cave. Dao machine kills."

"The two should have had a fight before. Although Zhen Yuanxiu has always been similar to the realm, the strength revealed by Li Daoji in the past should be much weaker than Daoan."

"Before fighting against Yu Daoan, Li Daoji entered the fish market and bought a sword from Sun Disease. Then he had a fight with Yu Daoan. After the battle, he went directly back to Baiyang Cave. "

"Then I also noticed one thing. A special case of Baiyangdong enrolled a student. That student was Ding Ning, a young boy from Wutong Luojiu. He became proficient half a day after getting started."

"Half a day?"

Li Lingjun's expression had been calm and abnormal until this time, but when he heard this, his brow was suddenly raised, and he repeated it unconsciously, his face a little difficult to look.

That day in Wutong, he negotiated with the young man with great sincerity, Xu promised that everyone knew he had a word, but he was humiliated.

He was very unhappy with the teenager, and when he recalled it occasionally, he suddenly felt that before the teenager refused himself, he had already had an inexplicable feeling about the teenager when he first saw it. do not like.

It seems that it was because the young man's eyes were calmer than himself.

It seems that he feels a great threat to himself in the future.

This is a very strange intuition, there seems to be no reason to say, but in the past years, it is not difficult to find such examples.

"Half-day Tongxuan, in my memory, during the more than ten years of Emperor Yuanwu's ascension to the throne, only two people could do the whole Changling." He frowned deeply and looked up at Lv Siche, "Since Li Daoji has endured for ten years, and there will be no special accidents, and he will continue to endure naturally. So I think Li Daoji’s going out of the mountain is very likely to have a big reason with this young wine shop boy."

Lü Siche nodded, and he also thought the same thing as Li Lingjun.

"Just some disputes between Old Qiu and Zongmen, you don't need to worry too much."

Li Lingjun thought about it and said, "It's just this boy, I don't like it very much."

Before that, Lilingjun had already expressed his dislike for Ding Ning.

However, because Ding Ning's identity is too low, even if he shows such a meaning, Lu Siche and Chen Moli, the loyal disciples under his seat, will never do anything against Ding Ning.

But now it is different.

Ding Ning has entered the Baiyang Cave, and has been passing through for a long time.

Now Li Lingjun said this sentence again, and Lu Siche knew that he must take care of the young man.

"Changling is really a place for hiding dragons and lying tigers."

Li Lingjun was silent for a moment, and when Lu Siche got up and retreated, he said this softly.

Falling in Lu Siche's ear, Lu Siche just thought that he was deeply moved by the strength of Ding Ning's Half Day Tongxuan and Li Daoji.

But what Lu Siche didn't think of was that Li Lingjun's mind at this time was still the wine shop in the deep alley, the amazing woman.

He thought that maybe if the teenager had some surprises, the idea of ​​the woman with a charming face in that wine shop might also change.

There are countless possibilities in life.

If you don’t give up easily, you might be able to turn a certain one into reality.

...

Ding Ning is still practicing.

The five qi in his body are constantly immersed in the sea of ​​qi, at an unusually slow speed, but for other practitioners, it has been moving very fast towards the jade palace deep in the sea of ​​qi.

At the same time, the countless invisible young silkworms in his body were also constantly swallowing most of the spirits that entered his body, constantly making his body undergo subtle changes.

This is the simultaneous practice of two mysterious mysteries.

Ding Ning felt the practice of these two lines, and a faint joy began to permeate his perception world.

The spirit veins were too scarce and had not been exposed to the spirit for too long. He even forgot the taste and effects of the spirit. At this moment, he felt the swallowing of the young silkworms. He began to realize that the spirit vein was small, but at least He can more than double his entry into real practice.

At this rate, one month later, when his "Cut Three Corpses Without Self-Destructive Nerve" breaks into the second realm, his real practice should also be able to learn from the second realm. Bone breaks into the second realm for high quality.

Suddenly, countless invisible young silkworms in his body disappeared without a trace. He stopped practicing and opened his eyes in an alert manner.

"Uncle Li Dao?"

He whispered.

"Now that you are aware of me, come out." Li Daoji's cold voice rang outside the cottage.

Ding Ning stood up from the futon and pushed the door out of this grassy house, his brow furrowed slightly.

He smelled unusually bloody.

Looking at Li Daoji's strange stance, he asked in shock: "Are you injured?"

Li Daoji's sharp brow slightly raised.

He didn't say anything for a moment, but threw the residual sword wrapped in cloth to Ding Ning and said indifferently: "Since you are already studying the Wildfire Sword Sutra, then you need a sword."

Ding Ning was stunned. From the moment he caught the sword, he had felt it was a residual sword.

The cloth strip was quickly untied by him.

He found a lot of dried blood on the cloth, and when the dark green sword body appeared in his sight, his pupils shrank unnoticeably.

His face is still calm, but there is a complex emotion in his heart that is cooler than the autumn wind.

He knows what kind of sword this is, he knows what material this sword is made of, what function it has, and even he knows how this sword was cast.

Because he knew this sword.

In other words, this sword has an unusual relationship with him.

"The sword is the same as the practice method, the most important thing is to be suitable, but if you think it is not suitable, you can leave it unused." Looking at Ding Ning's silence and strange eyes, Li Daoji thought that he rejected it as a residual sword. .

"Thank you."

Ding Ning's hand fell on the hilt of the sword. He looked at the rift on the dark green sword, and thanked softly.

His voice was low, but sincere.

Li Daoji no longer talked, turned and left.

"Are you hurt for this sword?"

Ding Ning looked at his back and asked suddenly.

Li Daoji turned slightly, and said coldly: "You are too curious and too clever. You should know that people who are too clever and curious tend not to live long."

Ding Ning looked at the sword in his hand quietly, without raising his head, and said softly: "Anyway, I'm not smart or curious, and I don't live too long."

Li Daoji's body stiffened.

Ding Ning smiled slightly coldly, his fingers brushing the surface of the remaining sword in his hand.

In the fissures of the Jianjian sword, some light flashed, like the countless small dark green flowers on the sword.