The Sword Dynasty

The autumn wind and the autumn rain chilled into the heart, and Ding Ning, who had blown out the oil lamp, took off his coat and sat on his bed. He took out the unexpected gift of Song Shenshu, the red-brown rough porcelain bottle, and poured out the dead fish. The same miserable white Xiaodan pill.

"This is the condensate Yuan Dan that will be used when the third-level practitioners are moving toward the fourth world. You should not tell me that you want to refine this medicine now."

When he looked at the medicinal medicine, he was in the darkness, and the cold sound of the long-haired grandson, who was separated by the curtain, was again ringing.

Because of the problem of practice, Ding Ning answered very seriously: "Others may not, but my practice is different from others, or I can barely."

The long-term Sun Xuexue stopped talking. She knew that tonight was more important for Ding Ning, so she just closed her eyes quietly and did not practice.

Ding Ning no longer said anything, swallowed the dead white fish in the hands of dead fish eyes, crushed the rough porcelain bottle, and then closed his eyes.

A pungent medicinal force, starting from the throat, quickly spread toward his body.

The humble white fish pill, which is the same as the humble fisheye, quickly disappeared in his body. However, the horrible potion seemed to become a huge white fish in his body.

The white fish, which is many times larger than his body, began to swim freely in his body.

His meridians were quickly cracked, and the flesh and blood in the body could not withstand such a powerful medicine. The flesh and blood began to crack and dry up.

If you change any of the other practitioners, you must be violent and die in the next moment, turning into countless flesh and blood fragments.

However, at this time, the silkworm sounded in the darkness.

The silkworms are getting denser and denser, but they are not the kind of sound that licks the mulberry leaves, but the sands that are like sand.

Ding Ning's body began to shine with faint light.

It seems that there are countless invisible silkworms that climbed onto the surface of his body and began to spit.

Numerous filaments visible to the naked eye form outside his body.

Each of these filaments seems to be the true element of the practitioners above the three realms, such as condensate, and contains powerful power.

It's just hard to imagine that the color of each of these filaments is very confusing, and it seems that many real colors of different colors are stitched together.

The colorful silks shuttled outside Ding Ning's body and gradually formed a huge scorpion.

Ding Ning in the inside is silent, it seems that even the body temperature has disappeared.

At dawn, there was a low-pitched murmur in the silent scorpion, and the strange squid suddenly broke and broke into the invisible vitality between heaven and earth.

Ding Ning opened his eyes and woke up.

A dead silence that even the most powerful practitioners could not perceive, escaped from his body and spread out in the air.

In the depths of countless soils, the insects that are perceived to be many times more powerful than humans have sensed this kind of air. They seem to be afraid that bad luck will fall on their own bodies, and they will flee desperately away from this small courtyard.

Ding Ning slowly sat up and felt the strong flow in the body. It seems that there are countless rains that constantly infiltrate his bones. He knows that it is exactly the same as he imagined. The unexpected gift of Song Shenshu made him directly From the second product to the second dimension of the product, the strength of the gas has increased several times.

"A medicinal drug that can make the cultivators of the three-level products have a great chance of breaking the border. It only treats some of your injuries and allows you to go from the second world to the second-class products. Don't you think it is wasted?"

The long-haired Sun Xue has already got up. At this time, she is sitting on the dressing table on the side of the bed and combing her hair. She did not look at Ding Ning, but said in a consistent cold tone.

Her fine combing looks beautiful, and the faint morning light penetrated into the window at this time. Ding Ning looked a little crazy.

The grandson's shallow snow brows slightly pick, and his face is slightly cold.

Ding Ning lightly coughed and said: "It doesn't matter if you waste it. The real thing about practice is that you can wait until you can. I know a lot of things, but the key is whether I can get it, can I use it."

"Can't wait... this sentence makes sense."

The long-term grandson Xue Xue continued to comb his hair and said seriously.

When she heard her rare praise, Ding Ning felt that she might be more polite next, but what made him helpless was that the sound of the long-term Sunshine was cold again: "Don't be tired in bed, open the door."

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Although there are things that have a whole wall and people to remember, in Changling, where the practitioners above the five borders may fall down a few nights, for Ding Ning, what can be done now The only thing is to practice and wait.

The opening of the paving door is still to be opened.

The autumn rain of the patter was finally cleared after five or six days. The gods always had no heads and faces to enter the wine shop. Ding Ning knew that the relevant volume about himself had been thrown into the brazier, the most dangerous. The period of time should have passed, and for a long time in the future, the group of God-supervised officials whose noses are more sensitive than the hounds will no longer waste their strength on themselves.

A burst of autumn rain.

Although the weather has been clear for several days, the coldness is getting thicker and thicker. On the black roof in the morning, the white frost finally hangs.

It’s just that the road is dry, the number of cars is getting more and more, and the business of the wine shop is getting better.

Still early in the morning, when I was eating early, Ding Ning, who had replaced a new thin scorpion, held a large bowl of thick porcelain that was used for eating noodles on weekdays. While drinking the remaining noodle soup, she looked at a pond not far away.

Some yellowed phoenix leaves are floating in the pond.

Ding Ning is crazy about thinking that the water in the dungeon must also become very cold.

But what about the possibility of entering the cell in the deepest part of the dungeon?

Inextricably, as the yellow leaves of the trees are constantly falling, but there is still no clue and no way to form.

At this time, at the end of the alley, Shiran came to a yellow shirt master.

This teacher is over forty years old, with short beards, clear face, rectangular face, and a smile. Although he is wearing a book, he is wearing a fashionable narrow-sleeved flying fish pattern, Huang Jin cotton gown, but it gives people the feeling. It is quite a bit of a fairy wind.

The yellow-shirted master looked at the soles of his feet and avoided the filth. He walked to the front of Ding Ning, and Ding Ning, who stared at him and looked up and down, smiled slightly and said: "This little boss is the surname Ding?"

Ding Ning put down the empty noodle bowl, and returned a gift, curiously asked, "I am the surname Ding, is Mr.?"

"My surname is Xu, single name is a year."

The yellow-shirted master smiled and reached out and clicked on the wine shop behind Ding Ning. He said with anger: "I am here to collect rent today."

Ding Ning slightly said: "Receiving rent?"

"It is the safe renter in January." Huang shirt master explained with a smile.

Ding Ning frowned, suspicion: "You remembered it wrong, this month has already been handed over."

The yellow-shirted master laughed and said: "It's not a mistake, but it used to be a rent for two floors. It has been collected from Jinlin Tang since today."

Ding Ning surprised his eyes wide open, and he carefully looked at the yellow shirt master again.

The yellow-shirt master is still a patient and calm look, smiling and letting Ding Ning look.

Ding Ning thought for a moment and asked: "If you are telling the truth, why not go to other shops, and when you walk into us, you will come directly to me?"

The yellow-shirt master is a smile again: "Who doesn't know that Wutong is a small boss. You have the best business in this wine shop. Now it is early, and half an hour later, the guests here are almost full. It’s our rule to go to the shop of your little boss, and it’s just the right thing to do.”

"The reason seems to be good." Ding Ning licked his face and smiled a little. "But I think it will take another three or five days to collect the renter?"

The yellow shirt master looked at him curiously, "Why?"

Ding Ning seriously said: "The money for doing business can be dragged for a few days and dragged for a few days, and I can't guarantee that Mr. is a swindler. I bully me and lie to me. After a few days, Mr. has not been interrupted, and can come again. It means that the husband is not a liar, and the renter does not have to be handed over to the two-story old-fashioned, they should be handed over to you."

The yellow shirt master haha ​​laughed.

Although he was deducted by Ding Ning, he was very happy and smiled very sincerely.

Looking at a serious and clear-eyed Ding Ning, he couldn't help but reach out and patted Ding Ning's shoulder. "The little boss said it right, I will collect the renter in a few days, but I am missing a disciple under my door, not as good as you. Follow me?"

Ding Ning raised an eyebrow: "What are the benefits?"

"Even if you can't become a practitioner, you can at least have a skill. It's much more fun than cleaning the shop here."

Referring to the word "cultivation", this is the highest level of Daqin.

However, Ding Ning was very simply picking up the noodle bowl, turned and walked back to the shop, and dropped a sentence, "I went to wash the dishes."

The yellow-shirted master was slightly stunned, and immediately wanted to understand that the other party felt that after waiting for a few days, they would have to wait a few days to see the doorway and say that other higher-level things are nonsense.

He felt that the boy was more interesting, his knowledge was more extraordinary, and his eyes were more intense.

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"Even two floors of business have been robbed, this is what happened again... What is the number of Jinlin Tang in the end, even a master who collects rents has actually passed the practice of the second world. The people who are coming are not going to come, but the people and things that should not come are chaos."

It’s just that this yellow-shirt master doesn’t know that Ding Ning, who walked into the wine shop, was unusually annoyed.

(I sincerely wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival, and more sincerely seeking collections, seeking referrals)