Some people like to drink hot, while others like to drink ice cold.
Midsummer is coming to an end, and the temperature in Changling is still high during the day, but it is obviously cooler at night.
The jade cup is filled with grape wine, chilled with some ice cubes, the outside of the jade cup is covered with cold dew, the fruit plate in front of the cup is filled with washed melons and fruits of various colors, and fireflies are flying in the garden in front of it.
The man in black with no signs of aging on his face picked up the wine glass, but he didn't drink too much, and slowly licked the wine in the glass, his lips and teeth were as bright red as blood.
Although it is just an ordinary black silk dress, but in terms of nobility, there are not many people above him in the entire Changling Mausoleum, because this kind of nobility is not only the accumulation of countless years of brocade clothes and jade food, but also the result of countless years of life and death. accumulate.
He is the person who led Zhang Yi to Xianfuzong, the leader of the old dignitaries in Changling.
Most people in Changling don't know his existence, and even those who know that there are people like him don't know his real name, they just call him "Night Owl" out of habit.
"Zheng Xiu was originally a crazy woman. If she doesn't go crazy, it's just that she hasn't been stimulated enough."
"There weren't many people around her, and it happened that I didn't like Wen Houling very much."
"What do we do when she goes crazy?"
"Chu is in chaos, Yan is too deep, and Qi is just right."
Sitting beside the man in black was a gentle middle-aged scribe, and the two of them only chatted lightly for a few words, but these few words were enough to affect the entire Changling.
After slowly licking the wine in the glass, the man in black stood up and disappeared into the night of Changling.
…
It's the moon again.
In Xianfuzong, Zhang Yi was not punished, but he still carried water.
When he walked through that section of the mountain road, there was no faint silver light shining out anymore, because he had walked very steadily, and the water in the bucket no longer leaked out.
His steps are no longer heavy.
Because although he didn't comprehend the meaning of those runes, he had naturally comprehended the passages through which the true essence flowed in his body, and he had comprehended the true essence cultivation technique.
This kind of true energy technique, combined with the mysterious power emanating from the mountain path here, made his body stronger and stronger.
In just a few days, this change shocked him enough.
Some ordinary sharp objects, even if they were cut by iron sheets, only left a light white mark on his skin.
The Immortal Talisman Sect is indeed a shocking enough place.
It's just that his body has undergone astonishing changes under this powerful true essence technique, but his comprehension of Talisman still stagnates, and he is still the worst among the disciples at the same level.
It still made him a little ashamed.
Some faint white lights on the mountain road ahead interrupted his thoughts and attracted his attention.
It was a faint glow from a line of slime.
Zhang Yi stopped and looked, first of all surprised and puzzled.
It was a small snail that left this glowing mucus.
This is an ordinary-looking snail, but the mountain road here has a special mystery. Even low-level practitioners may not be able to walk normally. How can this ordinary snail pass through and leave such a trace?
Zhang Yi stared blankly at the snail that was still crawling slowly on the stone steps. After watching for a long time, he finally began to understand why.
Because the body of this snail is very soft.
Because this snail crawled very slowly, even a lot slower than usual.
However, the slower you are, the longer you stay on the stone steps, the more obvious the traces will be.
In the past many years of practice, Zhang Yi did not use any tricks, relied on hard work and concentration, practiced step by step, and made progress. It seems that he rarely had a sudden enlightenment.
However, at this moment, there seemed to be a bright light flashing in his mind.
He was shocked by electricity.
Inexplicably, he held a sword in his sleeve.
It was a very short sword that looked like a stone, and it was left to him by Xue Wangxu.
At the same time, a powerful sword intent that was so sharp that it hurt his consciousness appeared in his mind.
Then there's the trail of light left by this snail.
His thoughts pushed the true essence, which naturally and extremely slowly flowed to the sword in his hand.
He didn't realize it, and he didn't see it.
But on the stone sword in his hand, there was a flash of light, with light sprinkling lightly, as if someone had carved a mark on the sword with a hammer and a chisel.
…
When Zhang Yi obtained the epiphany that all practitioners dream of in Yanshang Duxian Fuzong, Ding Ning did not heal his wounds, he was waiting and thinking.
There is a man named Wen Houling beside Zheng Xiu.
He will not appear most of the time, but every time Zheng Xiu appears on the battlefield and casts the Xinghuo sword that fell from the sky, he will follow Zheng Xiu like a shadow.
This is Zheng Xiu's style of always keeping one move for another.
When she appeared on the battlefield, she always only appeared at the most critical moment, only by the appearance of her own sword.
Wen Houling, who accompanied her to hide on the battlefield as a close attendant, was her second move, so it was naturally very powerful.
Wen Houling was also one of the practitioners who betrayed that person in Bashan Sword Field.
Even if such a game was set up so that everyone in Changling would naturally distinguish the Nine Dead Silkworm from himself, but because it was so outstanding and incredible, even though Zheng Xiu had come to see him in person, he was still worried and had to let Wen Hou Let's take a look.
Even Chen Jian capital was sure that Wen Houling could not perceive Ding Ning's abnormality, but Ding Ning was not worried about this at the moment, he was only worried about his own emotions, he was worried that he would show hostility unconsciously.
Even if the emotions are controlled too well, some unconscious subtle reactions of the body can still reveal a lot.
Wen Houling has been Zheng Xiu's shadow attendant for many years, and what he is best at is observing this point.
But why didn't Wen Houling come
Even Chen Jian capital already knew that he would come, why didn't he come by now
…
A carriage was parked at the entrance of Wutongluo's wine shop.
A middle-aged man with well-maintained nails stepped out of the carriage.
"Why did you come here in the first place?"
At this moment, a faint, but inexplicably noble and majestic voice floated from the surrounding darkness.
The middle-aged man who stepped out of the carriage was Wen Houling.
He was wearing a pale yellow robe, but the vitality radiated from his body seemed to drag the shadows of countless things around him into his body and devour them.
This breath is enough to make many practitioners of the seventh realm feel terrified.
But at this time, Wen Houling's expression changed slightly when he heard the voice floating in the darkness around him.
"A practitioner who stays in one place for a long time will eventually leave some traces. Leave some traces that he may not even care about."
He pondered for a while, answered this sentence, and then asked, "Why did you come here?"
"What do you think?" There was a sarcastic laugh in the darkness, "She used to have countless people around her, but recently there are fewer and fewer people around her. I really want to see how she will be with fewer and fewer people around her. that feeling."
Wen Houling frowned deeply: "Do you dare to kill me here?"
The voice in the darkness said cautiously, "I want to try."
Wen Houling fell silent: "Because of the nine dead silkworms?"
The person in the dark laughed: "Nonsense."
"Then try."
Wen Houling shook his head.
He didn't make any unnecessary movements, and his body didn't emit any light, but all the dark shadows within a hundred feet around him seemed to be sucked into his body at this moment, within the hundred feet around him , suddenly brightened.
However, his face also turned pale at this moment.
With the contraction of these shadows, a black line entered his body silently, and he didn't realize it until after entering.
This is a mysterious duel between the seven realms that cannot be described in words. There is a powerful vitality fighting in the clouds, but a man in black is already behind him, almost standing next to him.
In just a moment, Wen Houling saw the man in black clearly.
The other party's aura is stronger than his, his face is more handsome than his, and even his nails are trimmed more finely than him.
The feeling at this moment is that I feel ashamed, not as good as anywhere.
"The reason why you people have repeatedly failed against those so-called rebels is because you always rely on Changling and others, but you don't think about your own life and death. After all, you need to control it in your own hands."
The man in black said this and looked up.
He narrowed his eyes.
On the turret in the distance, a powerful aura fell down, turning into a terrifying sword intent, and it was falling.
Wen Houling screamed incomparably terribly.
Countless black rays of light shot out from his pupils, and in the next instant, his body exploded.
The moment his body exploded, countless clusters of black light exploded simultaneously in many places in this street.
The terrifying sword intent falling from the turret in the distance cut through a black light.
The black light disappeared instantly, leaving a deep mark on the ground, and a bloodstain as cool as fine wine in a jade cup.