The Sword Dynasty

To practice a new record in the world means that you can leave a strong pen in the history book.

But new records often also represent new disturbances.

So when Ding Ning returned to the Wutongluo wine shop, when he first stepped into the wine shop, the cold voice of Chang Sun Qianxue was unpleasant: "Do you have to let people find you so fast?"

This sentence by Chang Sun Qianxue contains two meanings.

One layer is where you can control the speed of cultivation, and the other layer is that even if you want to break through the situation so quickly, you can hide the cultivation after you break through without having to be noticed by others.

"It must be so fast."

Listening to Chang Sun Qianxue's sentence with two meanings, Ding Ning replied abnormally, and then looked at the cold, long Sun Qingxue, and explained softly: "Because I want to make Xue forget the beautiful scenery."

The elder Sun Qingxue seems to accept Ding Ning's statement, his face gradually softening, but his tone is still cold: "For you, you have too much to worry about."

"The end result is the goal. Regardless of whether it can be achieved, I also hope that the process can be more exciting and meaningful." Ding Ning looked at her and said: "The less fettered, the more likely to be hated."

...

Like all normal elderly people, Xue Wangxu slept early, but woke up later than most elderly people.

In the dim morning light, Zhang Yi held the noodle bowl and stopped the heavy but disordered breath from the house. Thinking of the old wind of Xue Wangxu's fairy bones and the style above the seven realms, he couldn't help but be sad. Come, there will be tears dripping into the noodle bowl in his hand.

He was worried that the heavy breathing was suddenly gone, or Xue Wangxu would never wake up.

However, when a tear was about to fall, with a long exhalation, Xue Wangxu woke up to greet Changling's new day.

Hearing Xue forgetting to get up, Zhang Yi had no time to put the bowl down and stepped into the courtyard.

Xue Wangxu, who was slowly clothed, heard the rapid footsteps outside the door, and Zhang Yi's hasty appearance naturally appeared in his mind. It won't work."

Zhang Yi made a wrong step and froze at Xue Wuxu's door at five or six steps. He was anxious and said: "It's almost New Year, you still say these unlucky words!"

In addition to Li Daoji, Zhang Ding was Xue Xuexu's favorite disciple before Ding Ning entered Baiyang Cave, but he also couldn't stand Zhang Yi's pedantic and mother-in-law. Xue Wangxu's white eyebrows were originally heard by Zhang Yi Slightly upright, he couldn't help but drink something, but suddenly, his nose twitched, and he smelled a familiar scent, he immediately became curious: "Zhang Yi, are you eating noodles?"

Zhang Yi looked at the noodle bowl in his hand for a moment. He was a little ashamed and said, "Heard people say that you and Xiaoshi often eat noodles at the noodle shop in the alley. Wake up early today to help you prepare some hot water. You didn’t get up, and after listening to the owner of the noodle shop, I’ll take a break for the New Year tomorrow. I asked for a bowl to taste it.

Xue Wangxu was suddenly upset, and hadn't fully dressed his coat yet, he even said: "You quickly push the door in and let me see."

Zhang Yi was very puzzled, did the cave owner love noodles so much?However, he naturally dared not have any delay in respecting the importance of respecting the teacher, and he immediately reached the door with one arrow and pushed in.

Xue Wangxu set his sight on Zhang Yi.

After seeing the color of the bowl in Zhang Yi's hands, he suddenly pointed Zhang Yi with one finger in one hand, and threw a laugh into the bed with one hand.For a time, he was breathless and almost breathless.

"What's wrong with this?"

Zhang Yi's face was white, and I thought that the younger brother would take care of himself, but the result was only one night, if the cave master was frustrated and crazy, how can this be explained!

"it's okay no problem."

Looking at Zhang Yi, who was so nervous, Xue Wuxu closed his hand and rubbed his smiling stomach, and said, "Remember to bring that bowl to your noodle shop next time."

"Bring your own bowl?"

Zhang Yi still thinks that Xue Wangxu is extremely abnormal. Does the taste of this side have anything to do with the bowl? Not to mention that it is so close, the owner of the noodle shop is so easy to talk about, is it enough to return the bowl after eating?

"Your little teacher hasn't woken up yet?"

Xue Wangxuqiang refrained from laughing and said, "Let him go eat noodles with me."

"Okay, I'll call him right away." Zhang Yi thought that Ding Ning seemed to be able to calm the scene, so he turned around and ran out.

"What are you running!"

Xue Wangxue couldn't help but shouted, "Isn't it heard when I shout so close?"

Zhang Yi was stunned and wondered: "It seems a little rude..."

Xue Wangxu angered slightly, "What a courtesy! This is a normal neighborhood alley, where do you think it is, and you are such a mother-in-law, do you want me to shout!"

Zhang Yi suddenly felt bitter and shouted in a rough voice: "Senior Brother, Master Dong told you to come and eat noodles with him!"

Far away, the noodle shop at the end of the street sounded the response of the noodle shop boss: "Which noodles do you want? Toppings help you make it first!"

"Fat sausage noodles."

Ding Ning Qingyue's voice sounded.

"Me too." Xue Wangxu glanced at Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi only had to frown and shouted: "Two bowls of fat sausage."

"Stop shouting another bowl." Xue Wangxu was somewhat satisfied. He glanced at the noodle bowl in Zhang Yi's hand. "You also bring a bowl to eat with us."

"How does this work?" Zhang Yi made up his mind, and he ate up all the noodles in the bowl, and then apologized: "Whether the five grains were given by the emperor, and they were sowed by the farmers and grinded into rice noodles. How can it be wasted."

Xue Wangxu looked at him as he bulged his cheeks and sighed, saying, "You only remember these old sayings, but you don't know what the old man said, and you lose money in front of you. If you know this dishwashing person likes to dig from time to time Nostrils, would you still say that?"

Zhang Yi's eyes suddenly bulged, and the look on his face was extremely brilliant.

It was at this time that Ding Ning's figure appeared in the small courtyard behind him.

Zhang Yi turned around, and when he saw Ding Ning's face, he clicked, and the noodle bowl in his hand fell to the ground, breaking into pieces.

Xue Wangxu couldn't help shaking his head: "Even if you express indignation, don't drop someone else's bowl."

Zhang Yi trembled like a stutter: "Small...Little...Little teacher..."

Xue Wangxu finally felt strange. He looked at Ding Ning who was walking, his eyes gradually widening.

"Third Realm?"

He didn't breathe well, he coughed a few times, and looked at Ding Ning with uncertainty.

Ding Ning smiled slightly, and began to prepare hot water for washing.

"This is simply..."

Xue Wangxu said a few words, and really didn't know what to use to describe it. He burst into laughter.

...

...

There is a secluded courtyard on the eastern outskirts of Changling City. The surrounding area is wide, but the buildings inside are small and exquisite.

In front of a cottage with gray walls and black tiles, there is a natural green spring surrounded by wild grass.

At this time, the yellow grass was covered with white snow, but the central spring was still flexible, exuding the slightest heat, and even a few red carps were swimming in it.

An invisible practitioner sat in this hut, facing the Bitan.

The reason why he can't see his age is not that the years have not left his mark on his face, but that his hair and beard have not been trimmed for many years, and his long hair and ground have covered his half of his face.

It's just that even if his long hair hangs, like wild grass, his body still feels heroic and radiant, exuding a spring-like breath.

Two men in Chinese clothes stood under the steps on the left side in front of him. One person looked more than 30 years old, while the other was more than 50 years old. 'S imposing spirit.

"Brother, we may be wrong."

The man in his thirties, with his hair curled up with a hairpin, looked at the educator in distress and said: "The wine shop boy we have paid attention to has already reached the third level. Jingliu is faster."

"It won't be faster than them. I heard that during the sword sacrifice trial, he used the medicine of immortality to go directly from the Qi Qi to the Qi Qi." Said: "And even if you use a variety of elixir to maintain your health, you will have premature aging at the fifth level...the fifth level has no meaning."

The man in his thirties asked softly, "You should listen to your opinion at home, so do you still mean the same as before?"

The practitioners still said motionlessly: "Same."

The two men in Chinese suits no longer spoke much, withdrew from this unique small courtyard and left in a bronze carriage.

"What he said makes sense."

In some dull carriages, a man in his thirties said in a deep voice: "An Baoshi and Jing Liuli are not practicing with any elixir. Strictly speaking, this Ding Ning is not necessarily faster than the two. Deposited in the body will have an impact on the future energy perception, so it is indeed..."

"What's the point! Fang Xiu curtain is stupid for practicing swords, aren't you stupid!"

However, his words were directly interrupted by the sneer rebuke of a man in his fifties, "How long has it been until the sword sacrifice trial? It's less than three months! Don't say this child sacrifice sword trial passed the second In the middle class, it was then that the second class had reached the top class. How long did it take for Anbao Shi and Jinglili to go to the third class from the second class to break through? No one knows, don’t you know? Comparing the time from the second realm to the third realm, you will understand! What's more, this child also followed Xue Wangxu to Zhushan County.

The man in his thirties suddenly froze.

"Four months... Anbao stone and Jingliu, in the eight months from the second to the third, the main time spent is in the later period."

After spending a few hours of interest, he took a deep breath and was shocked: "It is still Ding Ningkuai to say so."

"The Fangxiu curtain is now called Fang Xunmu, and the practice of practicing swords has become like this. With a sneer: "He is not optimistic about this son, but I want to try it. Even the queen is paying attention to this son because of Xue Wangxu. If I want to see his performance at the Minshan Swords Club, I will help. Fan, if this son really has extraordinary achievements, his family's view of him will naturally change in the future."