The Sword Dynasty

The phoenix tree was quiet, and occasionally a few dogs were heard, echoing in the doorway in the autumn night.

Ding Ning opened the wooden door hidden in the wine shop and walked into the wine shop without burning lamps.

There was no difference in the arrangement of the wine shop and peacetime. However, Ding Ning’s brow quickly wrinkled deeply, and there was a chill in his heart.

Before he and his long-term Sun Xuexue spoke here, and practiced here, it seems that many times there is no precaution. It is because he knows very well that in the entire Changling, except for a few people, anyone walks into this street. The moment, they can not escape the perception of the long-term shallow snow.

And if those people really entered the street, there is no difference, there is no difference at all.

Now that Sunshine Snow has not come out of the backyard, he does not feel any breath of the grandson's shallow snow... Long Sunshine Snow is not in the wine shop.

The reason why he must come back is to be afraid of the accident of the grandson.

Because in the past many years, he and his grandson, Xue Xue, have become accustomed to their existence.

The repair of the grandson's shallow snow is enough to kill countless presentes in an instant, but here is the Changling, and even the most powerful practitioners have the possibility of being killed.

To live in Changling, how to walk in Changling, she is like a blank sheet of paper.

Ding Ning opened the curtain to the backyard, and his heart became colder and colder.

Chang Sunshue is indeed not in the backyard. Where did she go?

Ding Ning stood motionless in the center of the backyard. After a few dozens of time, he silently walked into the stove on one side and began to cook.

When the water began to boil and the noodles were placed, Ding Ning saw his hands tremble slightly.

He couldn't see his face at this time, but he can be sure that even in the warm fire, his face must be very pale.

He understands that at the time of Changling, he also has weaknesses.

The long-term shallow snow is his biggest weakness.

She must not have any accidents.

So he ignited the fire, hoping that in the dark, the long-term Sunshine could see the Mars emerging from the chimney here, and he could understand that he was back.

The white noodles gradually floated in the boiling water.

He did not add any spices, and he fished the noodles in his special thick porcelain bowl and began to eat noodles.

Although sitting at the door of the shop every morning, he ate the noodles of the broth, but this kind of clear water without any seasoning is actually his most accustomed taste.

The soup is very hot, but listening to the cold wind in the surrounding streets, his heart is getting colder and colder.

If the long-term Sunshine leaves and leaves, how long does it take for him to appear again next to her?

In the snow-white heat that rises in the bowl, his eyebrows look so tender, but full of endless sadness.

Suddenly, the heat that rose in the bowl caused a slight distortion.

Ding Ning hurriedly looked up.

At this time, the long-haired shallow snow appeared in front of him like a void.

"You..." Ding Ning stood up. He subconsciously thought that he couldn't help but scream, but when she saw her quiet and cold eyes, his heart was soft and soft. He said: "You... where are you?" went?"

The long-term grandson snow slightly frowned.

She could see Ding Ning's concern for herself at the moment, but she did not like it except for some emotions.

Ding Ning took a deep breath and quickly calmed down, watching her say: "You promised that I am definitely not easy..."

"It’s just an accident." His words were not finished, and he was interrupted by the grandson.

She glanced at him and said: "You said that people in Yunshui Palace may have got important clues about the lonely mountain sword."

Ding Ning’s body suddenly tightened, and the mood suddenly became tense. “Have you found the people in Yunshui Palace?”

The long-term grandson said in a light tone: "It should be."

Ding Ning was even more nervous and asked: "Is there a fight?"

The long-term grandson said: "Just remember the breath and description of that person."

Ding Ning suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and the tight body relaxed.

In the vast territory of each dynasty, there will always be some great sects, and there will always be some great people.

The Yunshui Palace of the Wei Dynasty was still remembered by every Qin people after the Great Wei Dynasty had been extinct for more than a decade. It was also a Zongmen that could not be described.

Although there are not as many horrible masters as Zhao Jianhao, Yunshui Palace has a mysterious and powerful white mountain water.

At least the practitioners of the major dynasties can be sure that the Baishan Water of Yunshui Palace has crossed the sixth place when the Great Wei Dynasty was destroyed. It has become the practitioner who officially entered the seventh world.

In the past ten years or so, I have never heard of the illustrious deeds of the swordsmanship of the disciples of Zhao Jiansuo, but everyone knows that he is still alive.

Being able to live well under the chase of countless troops and practitioners of the Daqin dynasty shows that he is stronger than before.

Bai Shanshui is not an enemy that he and his long-term Sunshine can face now.

"You don't care about this, I will check it out." Ding Ning was silent for a moment, drank all the remaining noodle soup in the bowl, and began to wash the dishes while watching the long-sun light snow, said dignifiedly: "And now things Guan Gushan Jianzang, Supervisor and Shendu Supervisor will use all the power to trace the people in Yunshui Palace. Before the final appearance of Bai Shanshui, the best thing we have to do is to watch this silently. The development, otherwise it will be dragged down, and there is no benefit at all."

"I will tell you the characteristics of that person."

The long-term grandson thought about it for a moment, nodded and agreed to Ding Ning's statement, then she turned and walked toward the bedroom. "I am waiting for you in bed."

This unusually embarrassing words at the moment in her mouth is still unusually cold, even with a sense of unceasing sorrow, but looking at her back, Ding Ning's body began to restore warmth.

......

The night in the mountains is as cool as water.

On a hillside not far from Baiyang Gorge, there is a blue temple.

The temple itself was built of gray stone, but because the outer wall is surrounded by long-year-old cyan vines, it looks blue in the night.

In the deepest place where a cyan vine is covered with countless sword marks, the best woolen woven ornate blanket makes the whole temple warm in the thick autumn.

A sleek man with a white hair and a sapphire scorpion looks very clean, and his nails are trimmed neatly.

His eyebrows are a little pale blue, his eyes are slightly invaginated, his face is calm but still very majestic.

He is the dean of the Qingteng Academy, Di Qingmei.

At this moment, he stared coldly at a note in his hand, and his mouth slowly showed a cold and ridiculous smile.

"The two old idiots of Baiyang Cave Xuexuexu and Duqingjiao have always been stubborn. They have not seen repentance in the **** things of Yuanwu in the early years. Now we have returned to our Qingteng Academy. The old foolishness of Xue Forgetting has actually come up with such a trick. He even said that since the two in ones, the disciples of Qingteng Jianyuan and the disciples of Baiyangdong are no different, the disciples of Baiyangdong can also participate in our sword. Trial, even turned out to be the idea of ​​our green fat jade."

On the opposite side of Di Qingmei was a middle-aged man with a pair of swords carrying a pair of swords.

This middle-aged man in the green shirt is his only true disciple, Duanmu.

At this moment, I heard the sneer of this majestic old man. Duanmu’s brow furrowed and screamed: “That Master, would you agree with his request?”

"I will naturally agree."

The majestic old man sneered coldly: "If I don't agree with his request, how can I put it in his back and how can he map his veins?"

"Lingmai?" Duanmu refining his eyes flashed a glimmer of light.

"The two old fools of Du Qingjiao and Xue Forgiveness have already destroyed the Aries Spirit into three stocks before the Queen expressed his meaning, but they thought that this would keep their veins?"

Di Qingmei sneered: "The Queen Mother is not easy to find some of their mistakes elsewhere, and has given us the Aries Cave. If we still let them keep the three threads, how can the Queen Mother be satisfied with us?" ?"

"Xue Forgetting wants to leave those three spirits to the people of Aries, we can't make him happy."

Di Qingmei looked at Duanmu Lian in front of her and said slowly, "You go to Xue forgot to answer for me, tell him that his request is for me, but these three Lingquan are also the Qingteng Jianyuan and Baiyang Cave. Sharing, only those who are qualified to use it, so it will be used as a reward for the sword trial, and will be used by the winner of the sword trial."

Duanmu refining for a moment, said: "The teacher respects the grand plan, but in all the students of Baiyang Cave, Zhang Yi and Su Qin can not be underestimated. Both of them are in line with the standard of participating in the trial of swords, both in terms of entry time and age."

"Since we are afraid that our disciples will not be able to deal with them, they will be like a way to turn them into our people." Di Qingmei glanced at him and said: "I heard that Zhang Yi is more rude, but Su Qin is a talent. And Zhang Yi has always been out of harmony."

Duanmu Lian’s eyes were slightly bright. He stood up and seriously bowed to the majesty old man who mastered the power of the Qingteng Academy. He retired: “The disciple understands.”

(I have to go back to the country to eat at home in the evening, so today’s second is made sooner now~~)