The Sword Dynasty - 146. Chapter 145

Zhang Yi looked at Zeng Ting’an who had fallen into the rain with a little apologetic and embarrassment. He didn’t know how to answer for a while. After all, he didn’t even know the name of this sword of self-realization.

“This sword is called’Chao Yuxi Qingchen’.” Ding Ning’s voice sounded at this moment.

Zeng Ting’an’s body shook. In Ding Ning’s calm voice, he saw all the dust on all the roof tiles, dead branches on the roadsides, and cracks in the stone roads in this street and lane, all the dust was washed away, and everywhere looked like new.

Zhang Yi apologized again and nodded to Zeng Ting’an, then looked at Ding Ning a little nervously, and asked, “Junior Brother Ding Ning, how do I use this sword?”

Ding Ning glanced at him, and said with some emotion in his heart: “Excellent.”

The endless high-altitude rain falls into a line, and the accumulation of dampness is the sword intent. This in itself is a thunderous, killing sword. If Ding Ning is replaced, many things in this long alley will probably be full of powder.

Zhang Yi is gentle and kind, and such a sword in his hand has reduced a lot of killing intent, so that the outer rain line is as soft as a spring rain washing dust, but this change has also produced changes that Ding Ning did not expect. The vitality of the heavens and the earth gathered at high altitude does not lean with those killing intents, but naturally injects into the place pointed by his sword intent. Therefore, although this sword is still too soft and the sword intent is not full of vividness, the rain lines covering Zeng Ting’an have also been added. Faster speed and penetration.

So the same sword and sword style, in the hands of different people, have different manifestations.

Hearing Ding Ning’s compliment, Zhang Yi finally showed a relaxed smile on his face.

Although Ding Ning is his junior, but these days seem to be more demanding than Xue Wangxu’s requirements for him, and this sword intent itself was only realized under Ding Ning’s reminder, at least for this. On the sword, Ding Ning was the commander in his mind. It was the first time that he officially used the enemy, and he naturally hoped to be recognized by the commander.

Shen Yi held a big umbrella and blocked it above Xue Wangxu’s head. The drops of water splashing towards Xue Wangxu were blocked, and at this moment it was flowing down the surface of the umbrella.

Only then did he fully realize why Ding Ning asked him to prepare an umbrella at the beginning, but he didn’t realize that most of his clothes had been splashed.

Looking at the spotless streets and alleys around, at Zhang Yi with a relaxed smile, and at Shen Yi, who was half wet in order to help protect himself from splashes of water, Xue Wangxu laughed in satisfaction, and said:” Excellent.”

Zhang Yi hoped that Xue Wangxu would be happy. Hearing Xue Wangxu’s praise at this time, he was truly happy, his face seemed to be glowing.

“You can do this sword style too?” Zeng Tingan stood up from the ground with difficulty, he looked at Ding Ning with an extremely pale face, and asked.

Although Zhang Yi didn’t know the process of comprehending this sword, Zhang Yi just asked Ding Ning’s demeanor, but he had already vaguely felt a lot of things.

Ding Ning glanced at him and said, “I didn’t practice such a sword pose, but I am more powerful than this.”

Zhang Yisheng was afraid that Zeng Tingan would not give up, and immediately said eagerly: “My Junior Brother Ding Ning’s words are true. If you fight against him, I’m afraid the injury will be extremely serious.”

“So you are not timid, you really have the confidence to win.” Zeng Tingan’s expression kept changing. After saying this, he turned and walked towards the carriage, but before getting on the carriage, he said softly again, saying: ” But even if you have absolute confidence to beat me, it’s useless. Someone will come to you… I know that some people don’t want you to have a chance to participate in the Minshan Swordsmanship.”

Zhang Yi heard these words, his expression suddenly changed, and asked urgently: “Who is it?”

However, Zeng Ting’an didn’t reply, and the horse-drawn carriage drove him and the young man who was with him, galloping fast, only the sound of horses’ hoofs reverberating in the streets.

“After defeat, I don’t talk much. Zeng Ting’an is not like a boring person.” Zhang Yi frowned worriedly, turned to look at Ding Ning and said, “He must have heard some wind.”

Ding Ning frowned.

The appearance of the cultivator in Yunshui Palace threatened Wang Taixu, especially the changes made by Changsun Qianxue after suppressing the Nine Nether King Sword, which already made him feel uncontrollable. Suddenly at this time, there was something like this, and his mood suddenly became bad.

“Why, do you want people to disuse me before I participate in the Minshan Sword Meeting?”

Ding Ning sneered, full of chills: “Whether it is Mr. Liling or other nobles who somehow want to do this, if they want to do this, I am afraid that they will pay a heavy price first.”

Ding Ning’s sneer made Zhang Yi feel cold all over her body inexplicably.

Xue Wangxu looked at Ding Ning a little strangely. Of course he didn’t know that Changsun Qianxue was Ding Ning’s biggest culprit. He didn’t know that Ding Ning was anxious because of Changsun Qianxue’s changes, but he was sure that Ding Ning’s mood today and weekdays were great. different.

Forbearance is what Xue Wangxu is best at, so he coughed lightly, preparing to talk some truth to Ding Ning.

But at this moment, a voice floated from the alley.

“High realm and high means, even if it is destined to win, it is useless at all, because in many places, human life is not worth money. Some people can find people casually and use their lives in exchange for your lives.”

The voice was a middle-aged man in a gray robe.

When Zhang Yi turned his head, the man in gray robe had just got out of a gray carriage.

The man in the gray robe had an ordinary face, but his hair was all shaved. There were obviously large tattoos from the top of his head to the back of his head, but he couldn’t see clearly what the tattoos were.

On his body, there was an aura that was even more gloomy and cold than that of the officials of the Shendu prison, and even seemed to exude a kind of moldy scent. It has been a long time since the sun, or even the sun seems to avoid him naturally. smell.

Ding Ning’s previous sneer had already made Zhang Yi cold all over, and at this time, the middle-aged man who didn’t know how he came from, made Zhang Yi feel inexplicably chills, and naturally had strong palpitations in his heart.

This kind of breath is a bit distant and strange, but after a few breaths, Ding Ning thought of where this breath came from.

He took a deep breath, his expression didn’t change much, but he began to quietly change the flow of blood in his body, and he began to deliberately control his heartbeat faster than usual.

“My surname is blood, my first name is not the clothes of clothes, but the clothes of clothes.” The middle-aged man in the gray robe didn’t mean to come back. Ding Ning’s body was reflected in his slightly gray pupils, indifferent. Said: “Ding Ning, I am here on the order of Master Shen to take you to the floating prison to assist with the case.”

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At almost the same time, in a dark room with no light, Mo Qinggong dressed in Tsing Yi stood behind a gray-robed official with his hands.

This gray-robed official was unusually tall and thin, and compared to the short and chubby Mo Qinggong, it was like a turret.

In front of him, there is a mirror-like smooth iron bed with various knives shining with cold light on it.

Above the mirror-like iron bed, there are some hanging hooks and ropes.

No matter who sees such a battle, it will immediately feel that this room is a slaughterhouse, or a coroner’s autopsy room.

However, on the hook near the wall in this room, there was a body that kept squirming, and it kept making faint but extremely sad moans.

The sound of water kept coming from the partition wall.

This is just a torture room.

A very ordinary torture room in the big floating prison.

Seeing the figure wriggling like maggots in the gray shadows in the corner, most of the skin has been stripped off, even if he has been to this big floating prison many times, even the gods prison itself has a torture interrogation place, but Mo Qinggong’s body was still full of extremely uncomfortable feelings.

“It’s all in this way, Master Shen, you’ve worked so much on him, what else can’t you vomit?”

Mo Qinggong resisted the uncomfortable feeling, looked at the gray-robed official who was as tall as a turret, and asked in a deep voice, “Why do you want Lord Blood to find the young wine shop to coordinate the case?”

“Because I am free.”

The gray-robed official turned around. His face was longer than the average person, and his eyes were deeply sunken. In such a dark place, he was not much different from a skeleton.

“You should know that very few people are sent here. Since the sage has paid me a salary, of course I can’t do nothing. Since one is sent in, I have to spend the next few months without doing anything on him. . As long as you dig… you can always dig out something useful.” He glanced at Mo Qinggong blankly, and said coldly.

Mo Qinggong just coughed slightly, resolving the discomfort and discomfort in his heart, but the figure hanging in the corner heard the words “several months”, but it made a faint hiss that was worse than a ghost cry. Voice.

The gray robe official is naturally Shen Xuan in charge of the floating prison.

He looked at Mo Qinggong as if he hadn’t heard of it, and then said: “In the eyes of your gods, there is no doubt about the young man in the wine shop, but in my opinion, it is the biggest problem.”

Mo Qinggong’s face was suddenly cold, and he said, “What do you mean?”

“When Ye Si first killed Zhao Ni, he was there to help Wang Taixu gain a foothold. After entering the Aries Cave, he passed through the profound for half a day, and then his cultivation base flew into the sky, so that the three cultivators would assassinate him, and he didn’t. He died, and he killed one with one hand. These are impossible for ordinary people.” The gray-robed official looked at Mo Qinggong and said blankly: “Too many coincidences are problematic, too many are impossible. It all happened to one person, and there are also problems.”

“Don’t tell me that your gods have thoroughly checked it, and don’t tell me that Fang Xiumu thinks he is okay.”

He lowered his eyelids, and began to show the chill that even Mo Qinggong felt his heart trembling, “I am in a big water jail, and every officer must cooperate. You should understand that I have many methods that you don’t have. Only I have seen that there is no problem. , I think there is really no problem.”