The Sword Dynasty

The carriage returned to Moyuan.

I haven't rested for a few days, but along the way, Jing Liuli is in a very wonderful state.

She seemed to forget her exhaustion.

She always seemed to radiate a faint layer of fluorescence. This layer of fluorescence was like a peerless sword. After the initial sharp exposure, the light gradually became no longer dazzling, but became radiant.

She and Ding Ning are both important figures in Changling at the moment. It is not known how many powerful practitioners will gaze at her and Ding Ning along the way. Naturally, some people can perceive this subtle change in vitality.

These people began to shock.

They couldn't understand what happened in the osmanthus forest in Liu Gong's mansion, and what caused Jingliu to have such a sudden change.

They looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus tree placed on the carriage, and looked at the massive and evenly cut mud at the root of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. Many people didn't even understand how Jingli made it.

However, they can all be sure that Jing Liuli's temperament changes from the beginning into the Changling City to this time, especially at this time in an epiphany Qi, all because of Ding Ning.

"Sometimes I really have to take it."

A teenager stood in an alley and looked at the carriage back to Moyuan. The look in his eyes became more and more respectful. Eventually he bowed and made a salute towards the carriage seriously.

This young man is also a character in the Talent Book, but the Talent Book is not ranked high enough, and he was eliminated in the Minshan Sword Society without the final sword test.At this time, Jing Liuli and Ding Ning didn't even notice his existence, but he paid such a serious respect to Ding Ning and Jing Liuli, out of pure admiration and respect.

Teenagers like him tend to adore heroes more.

Although he was a competitor in the Minshan Sword Club, after the end of the Minshan Sword Club, Ding Ning, who fought for Shimen and now revenge Xue Xuexu, was a hero in his eyes.

His attitude also naturally represents the attitude of most young people in Changling.

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There was no sound on Jingliu all the way. When the carriage was carrying this osmanthus tree into the ink garden, the faint fluorescent light on Jinglili gradually disappeared. Then she turned her head and looked at Ding Ning who was sitting calmly. Tao: "What's in the mud under this tree?"

The rest of the people did not understand Ding Ning’s approach. They thought that entering the osmanthus forest and digging out such a osmanthus flower were related to the practice of Jing Liuli. However, through all the previous details, Jing Liuli could be sure that the soil under this osmanthus tree, There should be something important to Ding Ning, which is related to his cultivation breakthrough.

Ding Ning looked up at her and hadn't spoken yet. Jing Liuli had seen the meaning in his eyes and said directly for Ding Ning: "I will know later, right?"

Ding Ning couldn't help but smile slightly, then nodded and said, "I think what you need to think about most is not my business."

Jing Liuli also glanced at him and said, "Do you want to help you take medicine?"

"I'll talk about it in three days." Ding Ning shook his head.

Jing Liuli lightly yelled, looked at the osmanthus tree behind Ding Ning, and said, "You handle it yourself?"

Ding Ning nodded and said, "I will handle it myself."

Jing Liuli said nothing more. After the carriage stopped at the door of the courtyard in the deepest part of Moyuan, she walked down from the front of the car, and then walked towards the rest room of her own, without even looking back.

Ding Ning knew her temperament very well. He didn't go to see Jingliu who hadn't entered the room yet. He just got out of the carriage and looked at the osmanthus tree quietly.

This osmanthus tree has injured a lot of rhizomes, and all the roots and hairs that are deep into the soil have been cut off. It has been difficult to survive this year. It is even more impossible to bloom, but many years ago, this osmanthus tree Is the most prosperous plant in the entire forest.

Many years ago, someone met a woman from Jiaodong County in this osmanthus forest.

The man was amazed by the woman's beauty and talents, and the woman also fell in love with the man at first sight.

The man thought he could stay with the woman for a lifetime.

Later, the man met a lot of friends who loved each other, and often went to the wine shop that used this sweet-scented osmanthus wine.

Drinking wine and fighting the world.

Everything seems so perfect.

One day, the man had a whimsy, stole the best altar of the newly brewed wine in the wine shop, put some elixir that would make the taste of the wine more wonderful, and then buried the altar in that plant Under the most colorful osmanthus tree.

Years are waiting for aging.

The man wanted to wait until he and the woman's wedding reception to secretly take out the wine from the altar and surprise the wine shop owner and all his confidants.

However, the wine is not old, and the person is no longer.

The woman from Jiaodong County became the hostess of Changling and the queen of the Great Qin Dynasty.

The man and many friends who cherish each other, all died in Changling.

The wine shop also disappeared.

Many more important things are not remembered, not to mention that this is just a whimsical, trivial, icing on the cake.

This is a wedding wine that has been completely forgotten.

Perhaps nothing changed that year, and this altar may not be remembered by anyone.

However, because of revenge, this altar appeared again.

Ding Ning made the sword.

The end of the end sword of the end of the flower is scattered into countless sword silks, and it gently penetrates into the soil under the osmanthus tree.

The sword silk silently wrapped a gray wine jar sleeping in the mud, and then dragged the wine jar out of the mud directly.

The sword qi emitted from the sword silk cleared away all obstacles, and in the sprinkling mud, there were countless fine white flowers.

The wine jar is not small.

Because at least dozens of people each have a bowl.

The mud seal on the wine jar was very good, and even a hint of alcohol didn't show through.

No matter what he does, he pursues the ultimate, but he cannot think of the future.

A crackling sound.

Ding Ning smashed the mud seal.

In the past, there was only half a jar of golden liquor.

Ding Ning raised his head.

More things that have disappeared in memory and some people's faces flashed through his mind quickly.

"Respect you."

He said this softly, closed his sword, held the wine jar with one hand, and poured the liquor directly into the mouth.

He was drinking gulp.

The taste of this wine is really wonderful.

The best sweet-scented osmanthus stuffed in those days blended with the wonderful aromas of those elixirs. The sweet and sweet sensation that burned into the throat like firewire burned was the legendary fairy brew.

However, at this time, Ding Ning's mouth was more bitter than before drinking those medicine soups.

At that time, it was just some elixir purely pursuing aroma and taste. For that person and that person's friends, the gain for cultivation was minimal, but for his cultivation as a realm today, it was so important.

With the spread of alcohol, strong air currents continuously exploded in his body and rushed into his sea of ​​qi.

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The fragrance of Osmanthus fragrans is actually liked by almost everyone.

In the depths of the palace, the woman from Jiaodong County was sitting on a phoenix chair. She listened to the report of the middle-aged yellow-shirt cultivator outside the door. Her perfect head slowly lifted up, and she seemed to have no eyes of human emotion. Fall through a side window to the garden outside.

There are also several very large osmanthus trees.

But in addition to a trace of surprise in her eyes, she was still indifferent and had no extra emotions.

She didn't understand what it meant when Ding Ning and Jing Liuli went to the osmanthus forest to dig a osmanthus tree.

Because it is too far away.

Because many things before so far are too small.

Where she met such a thing, she has long forgotten, and has been quietly erased from her memory by the years.

She can't remember the osmanthus forest.