Autumn has become deeper and deeper, and the hoarfrost covered withered vines has become more and more like snow.
In a stone room in the Qingteng Sword Academy, Nangong Caishu sat cross-legged with his head slightly down.
Countless invisible heaven and earth vitality danced around her, and a lot of heaven and earth vitality fell on her body, penetrated into her clothes, and landed on her skin.
This is what happens when anyone sits in meditation, even if they are not practitioners, the ubiquitous heaven and earth vitality always fills the whole body.
However, there seemed to be some unexpected changes this night.
When those invisible heaven and earth vitality fell into her skin, many tiny stars of light flashed inexplicably, exuding a lustrous luster.
The whole body of Nangong Caishu turned into jade like a Buddha.
However, she has fallen into a deep sleep during her practice, and the true energy in her body is still, like an absolutely quiet pond, so she can't see such a picture, and she doesn't know what kind of changes are happening to herself.
She didn't wake up slowly until the sky began to brighten, there were birds flying among the vines in the distance, and a lot of hoarfrost fell like snow.
The moment she woke up, she didn't feel any obvious changes.
It wasn't until she habitually stimulated her true qi, activated her qi and blood, and made her whole body more awake, that she felt that her true qi had become completely different from before.
There seemed to be countless water droplets mixed in the true qi, so that all the true qi became viscous and turned into some kind of strange liquid.
She froze.
Then she became excited, excited like never before.
She knew what happened, but she didn't expect to complete this step in her sleep.
She is broken.
In a deep sleep, she entered the third realm of true essence from the second realm of refining Qi.
She sat excitedly for a long time, and then she jumped up. She didn't immediately realize the difference between true energy and true energy, and didn't immediately realize her new realm. Instead, she came to her desk immediately. Then he rubbed the ink away as fast as he could, picked up the pen very seriously, and started writing a letter.
"Father, I have succeeded in breaking through the realm, and the speed of my practice ranks third among the students of the Ivy Sword Academy in the past ten years... It's cold and pay attention to adding clothes... Also, the last time I asked my father to find something that can improve my cultivation." I don't know if there is some clue about the pill, if possible, can we tighten it up."
She didn't like nonsense at first, and she was ready to put down her pen and seal the paper when she wrote this, but when she thought of Ding Ning's physical condition, and thought that Ding Ning didn't have so much time for the future and could only focus on the immediate affairs, she hesitated slightly, and the tip of her pen trembled slightly. Then she added: "Because it is only used for trading, not for personal use, so as long as it is effective for improving cultivation and entering the realm, even if it will have more adverse effects on the body in the future, it doesn't matter."
After writing this letter, she sealed it carefully, and before she began to realize the difference between the True Origin Realm and the Qi Refining Realm, she couldn't help but glanced in the direction of the Aries Cave outside the window, and muttered to herself: "It's been so many days. In the past, I don't know how your cultivation has progressed... the sword sacrifice trial, but it's getting closer."
For this straightforward and chivalrous girl, if the pill she asked for was just for trading according to what she said in her heart, then what she hoped to get in exchange was only Ding Ning's friendship.
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Nangong Caishu's letter began to be passed on the road.
Another night, Ding Ning walked out of the mountain gate of Baiyang Cave, and as usual, got into the carriage waiting at the mountain gate.
In the dark and bumpy carriage, Ding Ning's hand once again caressed the dark green broken sword that was usually hanging around his waist, but now across his lap.
Even though it has been more than half a month since Li Daoji brought this sword to him, and there is only enough time left to count on fingers before the sword sacrifice trial at Qingteng Sword Academy, but every time I look at When he saw the dark green broken sword, he still felt a different feeling in his heart.
This sword is called "Mo Hua".
In fact, the original name of this sword is "Jasmine", because this sword from Bashan Sword Field, after the true energy or true energy pours into the sword body, the light on the sword will light up like countless bright jasmine flowers .
It turned out to be a very beautiful and charming sword.
It's just that when the previous owner of this sword was using this sword, every time he drew the sword, it was full of fierceness with no room for maneuver. Every sword was like the last sword he could stab, every time The sword is like his final end, and every sword flower is like a flower that cannot see tomorrow.
In the hands of masters with different temperaments, swords become different swords with different destinies.
It is precisely because the sword owner's temperament is straight and horizontal, without any room for maneuver, that this sword will eventually become such a broken sword.
And the appearance of such a sword at this moment reminded Ding Ning of the debts he owed and the debts that must be recovered.
The carriage drove through the dark night, entered the Changling without city walls, and drove into the straight streets and alleys.
However, compared with the mountain road, it is more bumpy in the straight streets and alleys.
After several strange sounds sounded from under the carriage, and the carriage swayed strangely, the carriage stopped slowly, and the middle-aged man who drove the carriage explained softly to Ding Ning in the carriage, "Perhaps it was the axle shaft last time." The repairs weren’t very good, and it was rushed all the time, so something went wrong.”
After Ding Ning asked a few irrelevant questions about whether he could find a place to repair the car at such a late hour, and whether there would be any problems with the car tomorrow morning, he saw that it was not far away from Wutongluo, so he declined the Aries Cave Miscellaneous Then he proposed to rent a nearby carriage to take him to Wutongluo, let him repair the car himself, and then walk to Wutongluo.
Some of the streets and alleys around Wutongluo are also ordinary dwellings. These residents who have worked hard during the day have already fallen asleep sweetly at this moment. Occasionally, the faint light of lanterns swayed uneasy in the bleak autumn wind.
This kind of situation was very familiar to Ding Ning, no matter how bleak the autumn wind was, he couldn't arouse any more emotion in him. However, he just walked through a dark alleyway, and his brows suddenly furrowed deeply.
He raised his head and looked towards the roof on the left side in front of him. That kind of strong intuition that ordinary practitioners did not have made him concentrate to the extreme in an instant.
At the moment when he raised his head, several slight murmurs suddenly sounded in the dead silent street.
The tips of more than a dozen arrows were deliberately ground to reduce the sound of piercing the air, and the crossbow arrows sprinkled from the roof with a mournful killing intent.
Ding Ning's face turned cold, his body quickly lowered, and he quickly dodged under the eaves on one side, dodging all the arrows in this round very simply.
Ding ding ding... There was a burst of intensive explosions, and the arrows that fell through the air jumped on the ground like broken dry thatch.
A burst of chaotic footsteps also sounded.
In the streets and alleys behind him, ten or twenty figures flashed.
There was a cold light on the backs of these dozens of figures, but in their hands, they were all holding sharpened pennies that were several feet long.
At the same time, more than a dozen figures also emerged from the alley in front of him, similarly carrying sharp weapons and holding sharpened pennies in their hands.
Ding Ning's face remained unchanged.
But he took a deep breath, holding the dark green broken sword in his right hand.
He didn't know the origin of these people, but these people were obviously very experienced, and it was absolutely impossible for them to show mercy.
There is a certain distance from the gathering of phoenix trees here, and it is impossible for Changsun Qianxue to quickly find out that he is fighting here, and it is impossible to come in time.
So this is also likely to be his end.
He glanced at the Floating Sword in the darkness where every fissure was extending straight towards the hilt without any turns or detours, and he started to run wildly.
His thin and small body instantly pressed against the eaves, turning into a swiftly flowing black wind.
At the alley in front of him, the four or five people in the front saw his amazing speed and the reflection of the broken sword in his hand for the first time. These people didn't seem to have thought that the target they were going to assassinate had such strength. They were all a little scared, but at the next moment, they still rushed forward to make room for the people behind them.
Most of the more than ten pennies with sharpened ends did not directly pierce Ding Ning's body, but stabbed chaotically around Ding Ning's body.
These criss-crossing pennies are like the simplest talisman array in the world, instantly dividing the area around Ding Ning into countless small pieces.
However, a small number of these people only feel light in their hands.
The pennies in their hands were cut off in an instant.
Most of the pennies are still staggered, but in front of Ding Ning, there is always a straight passage.
His rushing body didn't stop at all!
In the darkness, a braided man in his thirties at the front suddenly let out a miserable howl.
Ding Ning's body rushed into his arms like a civet cat, and the dark green broken sword in his hand went in and out of his abdomen several times in an instant.
Scarlet blood spurted to the ground, and a pale sword light lit up.
An assassin beside the man reacted, ignoring the braided man who was bound to die, and swept forward with a sword.
However, there was a soft chirp, as if a mess of weeds had grown in front of his eyes, forming a grassland.
The man backed away in horror.
In front of him, the sword force of this young man rushing forward was extremely dense and complicated. He felt that there was no way to stop the spread of the opponent's sword force, even if the opponent's hand was only a two-foot broken sword.
At this moment, he suddenly felt that his wrist was very cold.
At this time, he realized that the soft chirping just now came from his wrist.
Then his eyes widened to the extreme in fear, and he saw his palm and wrist holding the sword come off, spilling a wave of blood.
There was no emotional change in Ding Ning's eyes.
His body seemed to be squeezed, and he crossed the side of the man with a severed wrist, and the dark green broken sword in his hand spread forward like countless messy thatch, sweeping across the abdomen of the two assassins in front.
Puff... Two waves of blood gushed out in the bleak autumn wind.
"What kind of sword technique is this?"
"Such a complicated sword technique... This young man is really good at using it."
In a street behind these terrified assassins, on the steps under the eaves, sat a masked man in black with a bun, looking at the blood and flowers that were constantly spreading in the air. With the dark green sword shadow, he frowned slightly and expressed sincere admiration.