The Sword Dynasty

"We have to go there and have a look."

Ding Ning thought for a moment, then said to the blue scorpion inside the snake saddle.

Follow the direction of Ding Ning's finger, and the green is smashed.

"near Qiyun Mountain?" He asked Ding Ning with some uncertainty.

The place is not in the Qin Dynasty or in the Qin area, or even in their route to Jiaodong County, but in the territory of the Daqi Dynasty.

Although the eyesight was able to be at this time, but from a long distance, it was not only a waste of time, but also because of the original ∝ wán∝∝ロ巴, ≤. @♀.▼, there are likely to be some unforeseen accidents.

"What's there?" Long Sun Xiaoxue looked at the look of a little weird Ding Ning asked.

"There is a sect, using a sacred stone method. It is good at using some of the flint and the stone powder of Lei Shi to induce the thunder fire, but the real yuan is generally too dependent on foreign objects, and it is very common for the enemy. In addition, these symbols have some natural restraint on the yin ghosts, so they are discriminated against by discrimination in the territory. Over time, the disciples of this sect are not much in the eyes of many people, even those who are able to catch ghosts and exorcise. difference."

Ding Ning looked at her and explained: "At that time, I studied the practice of the various pilgrimages, but I just touched a few Lei Fu of this sect. At that time, I felt that the levy of this sect was actually very powerful. If there is one. The powerful real power method is cited, and the power of the thunderbolt they made will increase by dozens or even hundreds of times. Later, I really spent some time to enlighten and let me find a suitable exercise."

Hearing here, let alone the long-term shallow snow and the green scorpion, even the rams that had little understanding of him before were all in the heart and reacted.

I thought that when I discovered that there was a proper sect of the sect, I still had something to do in the future. Wang Jingmeng had already suffered a change in Changling and fell into Changling.

"Thunder liquid is really hot, the secret method of the town of Zhaodi's fire palace. This means of this sect of the Qiqi is very strange, the true yuan exercises must be repaired by lightning, and the real yuan can be perfectly transformed in the thunderfire. It’s just right. I spent a lot of effort to get this practice of the Vulcan Palace. After a little change, it should be extremely suitable for this Qi Zongmen, but I have not had time to get in touch with this door, and I have suffered great changes.”

Ding Ning did not hide it. This is slowly being told. His state of mind has also calmed down completely. "Ten years have been a long time. Especially for a while, nothing can be done. What I worry most is the fear of something vital. Therefore, I always remind myself that in addition to some experience in practice, there are mistakes made in the past practice, so that in the process of re-cultivation, my realm will become more perfect. In addition, I have to remember some important practices that I have seen before, including the methods of my opponents and the means of confrontation."

"There was a time when I thought that they were already dead in the woods. So if I wanted to take revenge, then I could only rely on my experience and the powerful swords."

"I thought beforehand that as long as I return to the seven realms, it is difficult for anyone in the world to kill me. At least I can escape if I can't help. As long as I can remember these things, I can choose to teach and rebuild a Bashan swordfield. ""

Ding Ning laughed ridiculously: "It’s just that Yuan Wu broke the eight realms. Seeing the killing of the nightingale, it’s not so simple now.”

The ram’s first heart trembled.

Although he is the most outstanding among the younger generation of the Rams, the wisdom and insight is naturally extraordinary. It is only the identity of Ding Ning. Every sentence is like the world beyond this practitioner, but it is taken for granted.

Now he naturally understands that there are people like Lin Boiled Wine and others. Ding Ningru carries the secrets of the Bashan sword field and many practice sites. It is relatively simple to pass the teaching. It is just the kind of shocking and lingering in Ding Ning’s calm words, but it still makes His heart is shaking.

The face of Ding Ning now seems to be almost the same as his age. However, the longer he is in contact with Ding Ning, the more naturally he ignores his heart, and the deeper his respect for Ding Ning is.

......

There is a Taoist temple in the mountains.

The Taoist temple is very small, and some of them are ruined. Although there are flowers and trees, there is no one to rest, and there is a wild nature.

There is a plaque at the top of the Taoist temple. The lacquer is mottled. Even the original bronzing characters are almost invisible. It is necessary to try to figure out the four words of the thunder.

This entire Taoist temple is also only a middle-aged Taoist.

The middle-aged Taoist was thin and pale, and the yellow robes on his body were also washed white. It was obvious that life was simple but not easy, but his grace was dignified, not only the robes on his body were worn out. The mouth is meticulously patched, and even the body is very clean, the hair is not messed up, and there is no dirt in the nails.

Therefore, even if he was in front of a well in the Taoist temple to do the heavy work of watering the vegetable garden, it gave people a sense of restraint.

Daddy, the middle-aged Taoist heard some thunder.

He raised his head a little strangely.

When he looked up, the whole Taoist temple had been shrouded in huge shadows.

His eyes were sharply zoomed, and his body was instantly soaked in moisture.

Feeling the kind of strong volatility, looking at the scales that are so thick in the clouds, his fingers are slightly stiff, and the red plaques that have started to heat up in the sleeves are loosened. At the moment he came down, he even relaxed his body, just waiting silently.

"I don't know if this is the door of that year. I don't know if you know something that happened recently. If the sect of the sect of that year, I wrote a letter a few months before Daqin Yuanwu became a throne. Letter to here."

The wind thunder is still in the sky, but a voice has already sounded on his side.

The middle-aged Taoist turned his head subconsciously in the voice. His face appeared in Ding Ning's figure, and he thought of some thrilling things because of that voice. He took a deep breath and walked naked without any hesitation. The stiff fingers in his sleeves stretched out into the sleeves and took out a roll of yellowed leather letters.

"If you believe, you will arrive at Changling."

Ding Ning said this calmly.

That is the last sentence on this old letter.

"My master has not heard of the death of the Changling, the regret of life." The middle-aged Taoist squatted and his voice trembled.

Ding Ning nodded and said: "If this is the case, I will go to Jiaodong County, and you will follow me."

The middle-aged Taoist man got up and went to worship a ceremony. His eyes narrowed and he said: "I am a person who believes in ghosts and gods. Let me go to the teacher to respect the spirit and inform the matter."