The Sword Dynasty

This is the most valuable epiphany on the way to practice.

This is an unspeakable feeling that makes Zhang Yi extremely shocking and extremely happy.

The white clouds are turned into raindrops.

Every drop of raindrops, there are many lines that he could not see before.

He thoroughly felt the true meaning of these lines, shocked and delighted and could not help but tremble: "Little brother, really rain is not a cloud!"

Desperately turned to look at him.

Zhang Yi just woke up. At this time, the younger brother of Baiyangdong is not Ding Ning, but Shen Yan.

Zhou’s face is slightly white at the moment.

Looking at Zhang Yi's appearance at this time, he thought incredulously. Didn't Zhang Yi use such a short time, what did he really understand on the freehand scroll?

Zhang Yi looked to Ding Ning, and he saw that Ding Ning had already walked to the side of Nangong Cai.

At this time, a weak world of heaven and earth has been slowly released from the freehand scroll.

Zhang Yi lived.

He immediately reacted, and when he was enlightened, his mind had unconsciously walked along those lines.

This has already affected the air machine.

Feeling the wetness of the faint heaven and earth, his breathing was slightly diminished, but his mood was more excited, because he was sure that his enlightenment was correct. He had already realized that the few seemingly white clouds, but actually the rain line. The true meaning.

Zhou’s freehand face became paler in an instant and the body was completely stiff.

Although the strength of the heavens and the earth slowly cast from the freehand scrolls is weak, it is far and wide, and has been drifting to the sky.

At this time, the entire Changling outside the ink garden was full of bright sun. However, the sky above the ink garden was suddenly more endlessly wet, and the clouds suddenly condensed by several groups covered the sunlight.

Everyone before the freehand scroll finally felt this change, and even the Nangong picks whose hearts were immersed in the front picture were completely awakened.

On the hill in the ink garden, in the study room of Yunhaige.

Zhou Yunhaizheng and Xue Forgetting are drinking tea.

Tea is an extremely valuable cloud tea, and the teacup is also a secret color porcelain, such as green jelly, and the cup mouth is like a cloud.

Feel the infinite amount of moist meaning in the air in front, Zhou Yunhai's face changed slightly, and the teacup in his hand trembled.

Xue forgot his eyes and shone, and praised: "The freehand scroll is really extraordinary."

Zhou Yunhai took a deep breath and sighed: "It’s really extraordinary that Xue Dong’s seat is under the high seat."

Only between the words, the lower part of the clouds of the group became lighter, but not the wetness disappeared, but the wetness was too heavy, and finally condensed into raindrops.

Countless raindrops fall from the sky, bringing out countless crystal rain lines.

Under the clear sky, there was a rain in the ink garden.

Looking at the mood of this heavy rain, Zhou's free-looking face is even more bloodless. He can be sure that this is something that Zhou family has not realized. He can't help but look at Zhang Yi and ask: "What do you realize?"

"It should be a symbol, can be a sword, can also be used in refining, is a means against the enemy." Zhang Yi is a modest gentleman, so he answered the question of Zhou freehand.

"Ding Ning's younger brother!"

In the next moment, he looked at the calm Ding Ning, but it was a mixture of five senses.

Only he realized that the epiphany of the genius was like that he touched many gates by himself, but he could not enter, but then it was kicked directly into a door by Ding Ning, and after the door, it was indeed Contains the true meaning.

"Congratulations to my brother."

Ding Ning looked at him and said softly: "Don't thank me, you should understand that this is a coincidence. It is impossible for any master to see the true meaning of such a picture so quickly. It is just a coincidence."

Zhang Yi reminisced about Ding Ning's words, and he felt that it makes sense.

Because he can be sure that a master like Xue Yuxu should be much lower than the one who left the picture. The entire Changling, the realm is higher than Xue Forget, but not too much.

At this time, what shocked him and everyone was that the freehand brushwork on the front of the road slowly released a piece of heaven and earth.

Only this piece of heaven and earth soon began to scatter, as if someone had drawn it, but it was immediately interrupted.

"When".

In the mid-air of the ink garden, a muffled sound was heard, as if someone had knocked on an invisible brass giant clock.

"What happened?" Nangong Cai was shocked and stunned. The eyes of her and everyone finally fell to the face of Xie Changsheng who put his hand in front of his eyes.

Xie Changsheng’s face is also very weird and very wonderful.

"I seem to have realized something, but not completely... I didn't understand it completely?" He said this with some embarrassment, then continued to put his palm in front of him and continued to look at the picture in front.

What is this?

Even with the palm of your hand, you can see the freehand scrolls in your eyes. Can you understand from inside?

Zhou’s freehand thoughts and cold thoughts suddenly reminded me of the actions that Ding Ning had done on Xie Changsheng. His heart suddenly burst into more unbelievable emotions and couldn’t help but turn to look at Ding Ning.

"You only see so fascinated, what do you see?" Ding Ning at this time, is whispering to ask Nangong Cai.

"I saw a river."

Nangong Cai looked at Ding Ning and said: "I don't know why, there are many things on this picture, but I seem to only see this river."

Ding Ning quietly said: "This is normal. Everyone's eyes are different, their preferences are different, their temperament is different, and each practitioner's things are different. When you look at the characters or look at the illustrations, there will naturally be differences. ""

Nangong Caitou nodded: "My father also said a similar truth. I thought that if I can realize something, then I can only realize something from this river. I am looking for the most attractive to me in this river. thing."

Ding Ning said: "This is correct."

Nangong Cai said: "It seems that I am attracted to the waves in the river. The waves are also very interesting. It seems that the ordinary waves will not be generated like this, nor will they rise and fall. It is only the true meaning, but it is all. No clue."

Ding Ning looked at the picture silently, saw the time of the semi-muscle, and said: "If those waves are splashed by the fish tail that flows up the river, it is normal."

Nangong picks up.

She looked at the waves again, and she thought unconsciously in her heart. Then it seems that there are a few fish that flow backwards.

......

In the evening, the tea case has been changed to participate in tea, adding a delicate little point.

Zhou Yunhai’s face is calm, but his heart is slightly restless.

"when!"

At this moment, a bell rang in the air.

His heart sank.

Compared with the half-bell sound that sounded two hours ago, this bell is extraordinarily melodious, and even gives a feeling of reverberating in the distant valley.

......

In the northwest corner of the ink garden, Ding Ning perceives the white wall and black tile of the small courtyard with the strongest air machine. It looks no different from the small courtyard in the ordinary village.

However, in one of the halls, there is a tiger skin.

Each tiger skin is obviously taken from a giant adult tiger, and each one is spread out on the ground.

On a soft couch in this hall, a red fist-sized bead hung.

While the beads exude a burning scent, they also exude a **** and violent breath... Only in the body of some beasts, it is possible to form such a Nedan.

The hot breath is heavy and heavy, and it descends on the tiger skin on the ground. The heat is distributed along with the fur end of the fur. It is warm and springy in this hall, and the average of the heat is surprisingly average.

Sitting on a soft couch with a silky brocade than the girl's skin, sitting on an old man.

His hair is full of silver hair, and there is no wrinkles on his face, and the skin exudes a jade-like luster.

The heat from his body is also strong, so that any practitioner will feel the blood and vitality.

However, there is an old meaning, which constantly emanate from his body. There seems to be a lot of dirty dust, always lingering around him.

Under his embroidered gold robes, the small abdomen is as high as a woman who is pregnant in October.

But on the left side of his abdomen, there is some unusual emptiness.

In that place, it is like being smashed by a sword. Not only are the big flesh and bones lost, but even the internal organs seem to be missing.

It is really not easy to survive such a serious injury.

The old man's gaze always floats out like a window. It seems that he has some fear and disgust on his body, and his eyes rarely touch his body.

His eyes were filled with many negative emotions, such as grievances, unwillingness, greed, and sorrow... which made his smooth face somewhat awkward.

The setting sun is about to set.

The bell has disappeared.

However, there are several unique swords that appear as fish in the cold air and appear in the ink garden.

Then there was a loud sound like a thunder, which kept rolling from a very high altitude.

When I heard the previous bells, the old man already understood that there was a very unusual thing happening in the ink garden today. Then I felt that these two breaths spurted out from the freehand scrolls, and he no longer had any doubt.

He wants to know the real reason for this unusual thing.

So he stood up from the soft couch.

At the moment he stood up, all the negative violent emotions in his eyes disappeared and he turned into harmony.

He put on a fox fur coat to cover his abdomen.

It seems that he is an extremely kind, kind and kind old man.