The Sword Dynasty - 353. Chapter 352

There is snow in Minshan because it is extremely high.

In a blue palace near the snow line, Xie Changsheng, wrapped in a thick cyan blanket, leaned against the window, craned his neck and looked at the blue palace and valley below, while muttering dissatisfiedly: “In such a cold place, Don’t you think you can set up a brazier and cook some lamb slices?”

Behind him stood a middle-aged cultivator of the Minshan Sword Sect. His complexion was a little unkind. Hearing his words, his complexion suddenly became gloomy for a few minutes, and he said coldly: “If it is to be comfortable and refreshing, I must What does Lai do not leave here? So many young talents who participated in the sword meeting, who are more difficult to heal than you, have already left, and you are the only one who can’t leave.”

Xie Changsheng turned his head and glanced at him, and said naturally, “My injury is still not healed, so why don’t I stay here?”

“I stayed in my Minshan Sword Sect because of my injury, and looked around all day to see if I could learn something secretly.” The middle-aged practitioner of Minshan Sword Sect sneered, “You failed to become In the top ten of the Minshan Swordsmanship, I’m so strong to stay in my Minshan Sword Sect, don’t you feel ashamed?”

“What am I ashamed of? Does anyone think that my performance in the Minshan Sword Club is ashamed?” Xie Changsheng turned his head and glanced at the practitioner of the Minshan Sword Sect, “Since I think this place is useful, I can find ways to stay more One day is called skill.”

The middle-aged cultivator of the Sword Sect of Minshan raised his brows slightly, and his eyes were full of anger. However, before he could speak, Xie Changsheng said contemptuously: “You don’t need to be nosy, they are all aware of my situation. , If they want to drive me out, I won’t be here a long time ago, where can I rely on this?”

The practitioner of the Sword Sect of Minshan was in a daze, feeling that Xie Changsheng’s words were not unreasonable.

Although Xie Changsheng seemed to be too rascal, but the Sword Sect of Minshan did not give him a chance to formally study, and it did not seem to violate the rules of Sword Sect of Minshan.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged cultivator of the Minshan Jianzong felt that Xie Changsheng was allowed to stay here. Perhaps the lord Baili Suxue had deeper intentions. For a while, the gloom and anger on his face quickly faded. , His expression turned mild, stretched out his hand to take out a letter from the sleeve of his robe, and handed it to Xie Changsheng.

“Whose letter?”

“Senior Nephew Ding Ning.”

“Ding Ning?”

Xie Changsheng’s eyes lit up suddenly, and he took the letter as quickly as possible, and then opened it. He just glanced at it and couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’m just worried that you don’t want it. Since I have mentioned it, isn’t it easy?”

“Pen, paper!” Then he waved the letter paper casually, and shouted at the middle-aged cultivator of the Sword Sect of Minshan very proudly.

The middle-aged cultivator of the Minshan Sword Sect who had just had a milder complexion suddenly looked hard to look. This Xie Changsheng said that everything was a junior, and even called him like a human being. This is a bit pedantic for the Minshan Sword Sect practice. In terms of people, it is simply a treason.

“Stare at me, you are not doing things for me.”

Looking at his expression, Xie Changsheng exclaimed with dissatisfaction: “I’m helping you Ding Ning, a genius disciple of Jianzong Minshan, OK, don’t you want our Guanzhong Xie family to do their best to help him?”

The middle-aged cultivator of Jianzong Minshan was startled, then his face was stunned, then he nodded in salute, and respectfully said: “That said, I will prepare paper and pen immediately.”

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“No matter how the outside world commented on this Xie family boy, it seems that this Xie family boy will not suffer from any kind of person he faces. I don’t know whether it is formed after birth or is a natural inheritance of the Xie family in Guanzhong.”

Tantai Guanjian stood in the window of a blue palace opposite Xie Changsheng, and couldn’t help but shook his head slightly and said.

The two Qingdians are far apart, and there is even a white cloud between them, but Tantai Guanjian can only hear the conversation between Xie Changsheng and this middle-aged practitioner of the Sword Sect of Minshan.

“It’s just that this Xie family’s young man has only average savvy, and I am afraid it will still be difficult to catch up with those people in the future.”

Tantai Guanjian is a cultivator with extremely noble temperament, but for some reason, he has a lot of affection for this almost rogue teenager, and he can’t help but sigh.

Standing beside him was a girl in a green robe, who was naturally Jing Liuli.

Listening to his sigh, Jing Liuli glanced at him and said flatly: “There are hundreds of people in Changling, and they are not practitioners who can only use swords to be successful.”

Tantai Guanjian couldn’t help but laughed, and said, “This is a different conception. In the future, you are indeed suitable to take over as the sovereign.”

“Take over as the Sect Master…” Jing Liuli frowned slightly, glanced at Tantai Guanjian, and said, “Actually, I don’t understand why Master Mingming was still at the peak, so he always wanted to let the Sect Master lose his position. . I don’t know what he means.”

Tantai Guanjian was stunned, and he felt a little fascinated for a while, and then smiled bitterly after a while, “I’m afraid no one knows what he means in his heart.”

“I’m going to Mo Garden.”

Jing Liuli retracted his gaze at the opposite Qingdian, turned around, and said slowly.

Tantai Guanjian glanced at her strangely, “What are you doing in Moyuan?”

“Since he proposed to force the court lady into a duel, and wrote to Xie Changsheng, it means that he is confident to kill the court lady surnamed Rong, and has already planned.” Jing Liuli’s glazed face reflected the cliffs. Bingxue Hanguang, with some emotions that could not be described in words, said: “A master like the palace lady Rong fights life and death. Even I am not sure that I will win. A practitioner who has just entered the four realms will soon be able to win. Killing her confidence. This kind of strength transition and the process during the period are all precious practice experience for me. Moreover, people like him who feel before me all the time and put me under great pressure are not available. I must Make sure that he really has enough power to kill her before successfully forcing the palace lady surnamed Rong to fight him.”

Tantai Guanjian thought about it carefully, and he felt that Jing Liuli’s statement was correct.

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The depths of Moyuan were cold, especially the small courtyard where Ding Ning and Changsun Qianxue lived. Ding Ning’s previous conversation with Changsun Qianxue did not seem to have changed anything. The air in this quiet courtyard seemed extremely dull…even hot and dry. In summer, there is still a hint of chill.

In the courtyard, there is only a chill, but in the bedroom of the grandson Qianxue, it is like midwinter.

There is a thick layer of dark blue mysterious frost on the tents, curtains, inside doors and windows, and even on the walls.

A blue-black long sword that was extremely deep in color, completely unlike anything in the world, was suspended in front of Changsun Qianxue.

This sword was extremely cold, and the profound frost vitality evaporating outside was constantly burning in the air like blue-black flames. Every strand of blue-black vitality seemed to contain many ice and snow worlds in the practitioner’s perception.

On the blue-black long sword, the Xuanshuang vitality that leaped like flames floated to the body of Changsun Qianxue on its own, and condensed into strands of black lines as it approached Changsun Qianxue’s body.

Below these black lines, the deep red mysterious frost insect is always breathing greedily with its mouth wide open.

Its body was also frozen with a thick layer of ice, and its body was shivering constantly, and it felt that it couldn’t bear this kind of cold, and it was about to be completely frozen.

However, just between the freezing and unfrozen, as it was continuously infiltrated by the strong profound frost breath, its body was also undergoing subtle changes.

The smooth and soft crimson skin on its body also began to be soaked in blue and black color, and at the same time it began to become rough. It began to produce two small bumps on its round head. Such small bumps may not even be distinguishable by the naked eye for ordinary people, but in the perception of practitioners like Changsun Qianxue, it is extremely clear.

Perceiving such a change, Changsun Qianxue’s always cold heart was filled with joy.

The Nine Nether King Sword is refined from the dark jade in the abyss, while the dark jade is deposited from a kind of inner alchemy called the dark fish in the extreme abyss, even for a practitioner of her level, it is suitable When he started to melt this sword, he couldn’t bear it, and he had to have the assistance of Ding Ning’s dual cultivation.

Ordinary creatures, even powerful alien beasts in other cold realms, cannot withstand and accept the vitality of the Nine Nether King Sword, unless they originally contain the blood of the abyss in the body, which originally belonged to the abyss. biology.

Just like her initial predictions and guesses, the mysterious frost worm of Minshan Jianzong should have come from a similar abyss.

There is Mingyuan in Minshan?

Minshan or Mingshan?

Does the cold of Minshan come from high, or does it come from the cold in Mingyuan?

Changsun Qianxue was delighted by the change and strength of this mysterious frost worm, but also thought of several possibilities in her mind.

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Outside Changling, on the Weihe River, beside a wild ferry, there are several huts for fish households.

It is located in Hegang, the terrain is very high, you can clearly see the edge of Changling and the majestic outline of the whole Changling, but it is far away from Changling.

In one of the huts near the water, a thin woman in an ordinary cloth was cooking fish soup.

There are obviously not a few pieces of firewood in the brazier under the iron pot, but the flames are exceptionally violent, and each cluster of flames is extraordinarily angular, like a small sword.

In the ordinary, there is a powerful meaning of swordsmanship, she is Zhao Si.

The world-renowned Zhao Jianlu’s strongest heir has disappeared after the battle on the Weihe River in the past, and the world has paid less attention to her.

Because she lost her natal sword.

The natal sword brings together the countless natal vitality of a practitioner, countless years of infiltration and nourishment are more important than the two arms of the practitioner. Once it is lost, the strength is suddenly reduced by a few points.

However, at this moment, Zhao Si, who was cooking the fish quietly, shook his body and suddenly looked up at the sky.

The flames in the brazier in front of her ignited blazingly, actually holding up the entire iron pot in the air.