There are countless schools of practice in the world, and each practitioner's innate physique is different, so in the past hundreds of years, I don't know how many master-level figures who founded the school, created how many kinds of exercises, created How many powerful means of borrowing the vitality of heaven and earth.
The Minshan Sword Sect and Lingxu Sword Sect of the Great Qin Dynasty have studied the means of controlling swords to the extreme, while the many sects of the Chu Dynasty, Dayan Dynasty, and Daqi Dynasty who are eyeing the tiger are all in the art of refining weapons, talismans, and Yin Qi. Practitioners from other dynasties are simply unable to match the way.
Even in the extinct three dynasties of Han, Zhao, and Wei, in addition to hundreds of practitioners of Tantric Buddhism, the Nanyang Danzong of the Han Dynasty, the Jianlu of the Zhao Dynasty, and the Yunshui Palace of the Wei Dynasty all practiced exercises and practices. In terms of means, only a few sects in the world can match it.
However, among all the cultivation techniques, the nine-death silkworm magic technique is undoubtedly the most powerful and mysterious one.
No one knows the origin of this exercise, but only vaguely speculated that it was practiced by the invincible Emperor You who established the Great You Dynasty hundreds of years ago.
It is even speculated that the reason why Emperor You, who was the strongest practitioner back then, passed away when he was in his fifties was because of an accident while practicing this technique.
The reason for this speculation is that after Emperor You, there have been the most astonishingly talented people in all dynasties who have acquired this technique, but all those people, including the one who is almost a taboo among the population of the Great Qin Dynasty , did not dare to practice this technique.
If no one practiced it, no one in the world would know how powerful and miraculous this technique is.
It's just that the practitioners of later generations know from the records of some bamboo slips left by the You Dynasty that during the practice of this technique, many people have to be killed... and when it touches the true energy of other practitioners, it will send out like ten thousand A sound like a silkworm gnawing.
However, the practitioners at that time could be sure that this kind of kung fu could not directly devour other people's true energy to improve some of their own cultivation like the several kinds of magic kung fu of the Great Qi Dynasty.
What is the use and meaning of the real yuan that touches the other party and makes such a sound of gnawing silkworms
Just this kind of unsolvable speculation makes people feel even more mysterious and frightening.
However, what makes Song Shenshu extremely frightened at this moment is not because of this exercise itself, but because this exercise eventually perishes in the hands of that person.
That person used to have many followers.
As for Song Shenshu, many years ago, he was just one of the humblest coachmen who drove that man's followers.
Now, the Nine-Death Silkworm Divine Art, which was supposed to disappear completely with the death of that person, appeared in front of him very vividly, carrying countless pictures that were sealed in his heart, which he deliberately did not think about, suddenly like a mountain. Like pressing on him.
His body was even more unable to move, and his whole body twitched violently.
He began to realize that the things that had been circulated in Changling a few days ago turned out to be true.
…
Ding Ning looked at Song Shenshu, his movements didn't stop in the slightest, his fingertips seemed to be smoothing out the wrinkles on Song Shenshu's clothes, carefully sweeping every scarlet true essence on the surface of Song Shenshu's body.
Accompanied by the subtle sound of countless springs eating mulberries, strips of crimson true essence disappeared under his fingertips.
"How does it feel to sell friends for glory?" While doing these things, he asked Song Shenshu softly as if he really wanted to get an answer.
Hearing this sentence, Song Shenshu was finally convinced of his deduction, and his fear finally returned to his own situation, "Don't kill me!" He was sweating profusely, shaking the already stiff throat muscles, and made a hoarse and unpleasant voice.
"The debt must be paid."
Ding Ning looked at him with the eyes of a poor man, "Tell me, besides this life, what else can you use to pay off the debt?"
Song Shenshu's eyes were almost covered with his own sweat, he opened them vigorously, and hurriedly said, "If... If I tell you some secrets that are more important than my life, will you let me live?"
Ding Ning frowned slightly, he pondered for a few breaths, and said, "Yes."
There was hope in Song Shenshu's eyes, but he hesitated for a moment.
Ding Ning sneered: "You should know the name of his sword."
Song Shenshu's eyes lit up.
"When Li Guanlan was killed, the person who betrayed him was Mu Zi. Now he changed his name to Liang Lian."
He controlled the increasingly stiff throat, rubbed and made an ugly sound, and said the first secret that he thought was the most important.
Ding Ning's eyes dimmed imperceptibly.
For him, those familiar names are a lot of debts.
"Liang Lian?"
"The general of the Northern Army of the Tiger Wolf? The military merit is full, and the one who is most likely to be named Marquis next?"
He frowned deeply, and said to himself.
"It's him." Song Shenshu's desire to survive became stronger and stronger. Although it was more difficult to speak, his voice became louder.
"Only these? You should understand that as long as you say these are true, I will find out in the future without you saying anything." Ding Ning raised his head and looked at him indifferently.
Song Shenshu swallowed with difficulty, his heart beating violently.
He knew that the secret he would export next would definitely satisfy the other party, but he was also very clear that if people found out that the secret was spoken by him, his future outcome would definitely be even more miserable than the present.
"Lin Zhujiu is not dead yet." He looked at Ding Ning with begging eyes, and hissed.
Ding Ning's body shook, his face lost his composure for the first time, and he exclaimed in surprise, "What did you say!"
"He was locked in the cell at the deepest part of the water prison."
Song Shenshu felt like his heart was about to jump out of his throat, "Yan Xiang wanted to get some secrets of practice from him, so he didn't kill him... Everyone outside thought he was dead, even Li Xiang Both Yelanshou and the others don't know this secret at all."
Ding Ning's face returned to calm, he was silent for a moment, and asked seriously: "Then how do you know this secret?"
Song Shenshu didn't dare to look him in the eyes, "Because he couldn't get anything useful out of his mouth, so Yan Xiang thought of some methods... He once had people plot a fake prison robbery, and some of the people who robbed the prison were Lin. Someone I knew before making wine."
"You are also one of the people that Lin Zhujiu knows, but he doesn't know that you are all Yan Xiang's people." Ding Ning's face was blindly calm, "What happened next?"
Song Shenshu said with difficulty: "I don't know where there was a mistake, Lin Zhujiu was not fooled at all."
"His mind is more careful than Yan Xiang, how could those little tricks fool him?" Ding Ning lowered his head slightly, and said softly, "He must be living very uncomfortable now."
Song Shenshu didn't know how to answer, he didn't make a sound.
Ding Ning didn't look at him, but whispered again: "No more?"
Song Shenshu's heart beat violently again.
He heard that the other party was not satisfied.
"I..." So he trembled, and said the last extremely important secret he knew, "The legendary Gushan Jianzang should exist, and most of the clues may be in the hands of Bai Shanshui of Yunshui Palace."
"Gushan Jiancang?"
Ding Ning's breath paused slightly, this was another piece of news that he hadn't expected at all.
According to legend, the Gushan Sword Sect is a very mysterious and powerful sect. It is not known when it originated or when it died, but there have always been rumors that this sect has a secret treasure, which contains many treasure.
In addition to some lost cultivation methods, what makes all practitioners more excited are some extinct elixir and refining materials.
As more and more things related to Gushan Jianzong are discovered, practitioners in the world can now be sure that Gushan Jianzong and secret treasures do exist, but where is this "Gushan Jiancang" has never been revealed. exact clue.
"How do you know?" Ding Ning's eyes flickered, and he raised his head to look at Song Shenshu and asked again.
"Someone in Shendujian once brought several fragments of jade slips to the Shiku for identification. The writing on the fragments was very strange. After we thoroughly checked the classics, we found that they were the unique writing of the Gushan Sword Sect."
Song Shenshu said out of breath, "And I checked secretly, the people from Shendujian fought with the remnants of Yunshui Palace. They are sure that there are more pieces of this kind of jade slips in the hands of the remnants of Yunshui Palace."
Ding Ning didn't speak for a moment.
Even if the practitioners of Yunshui Palace are hiding as deeply as Zhao Jianlu's practitioners, as long as they are willing to spend time, they can always find some clues.
"Anymore?"
After a dozen or so breaths, he looked at Song Shenshu and asked again.
Song Shenshu looked at him helplessly, his mind gradually went blank.
He really couldn't think of any secrets with enough weight.
"very good."
Ding Ning looked at his face, nodded with satisfaction, leaned down, and leaned into his ear, "If that's the case, you can die."
Song Shenshu's eyes widened to the extreme in disbelief.
At this moment, a burst of energy pierced into his heart easily, cutting off several blood vessels that are most important to a person's life.
"you… "
He couldn't believe that his life was about to end, and he didn't know where the strength came from with a stiff hand, grabbing the corner of Ding Ning's clothes.
"It's very strange why I would break my promise and kill you, isn't it?"
Ding Ning looked at his dilated pupils, and said softly, "He is the most committed person in the world, so you think the disciples he accepts will also keep their promises."
"It's a pity that he is already dead. Can the tricks under his sect still be used now?"
Ding Ning calmly opened Song Shenshu's fingers, and continued.
Song Shenshu heard this sentence clearly, and he felt the anger of being deceived, but in the next moment, he only heard a strange sound from his throat.
It was his last breath.
He died with endless regret.