The Sword Dynasty - 404. Chapter 403

Some people like to drink hot, some people like to drink ice.

In the midsummer, 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, iced with some ice cubes, the jade cup is covered with cold dew, the fruit plate in front of the cup is filled with washed melons and fruits, and the garden in front is flying with fireflies.

The black-clothed man with no traces of time on his face picked up the wine glass, but did not drink booze, slowly licking the wine in the glass, red as blood between his lips and teeth.

Although it’s just ordinary black silk clothes, if you talk about nobleness, there are not many people in the full-length mausoleum above him, because this kind of nobleness is not just piled up for countless years of fine clothing and jade food, but also countless years of life and death. Accumulate.

He was the person who led Zhang Yi to Xianfuzong, the leader of the old powerful Changling.

Most people in Changling didn’t know his existence, and even those who knew of his existence didn’t know his real name, but habitually referred to him as “Ye Xiao”.

“Zheng Xiu was originally a mad woman. If she doesn’t go mad, it’s just not enough stimulation.”

“There were not many people around her originally, and it just so happens that I don’t like Wen Huling very much.”

“What shall we do if she goes crazy?”

“Chu will be in chaos, Yan is too deep, Qi is just right.”

Sitting next to the man in black was a gentle middle-aged scribe. The two only chatted a few words, but these few words were also enough to affect the entire Changling.

After slowly licking the liquor in the glass, the man in black stood up and disappeared into the night of Changling.

…

It’s the moonlight again.

In Xianfuzong, Zhang Yi was not punished, but he still carried water.

When he walked through the mountain road, there was no faint silver light coming out, because he had walked very steadily, and the water in the bucket no longer leaked.

His steps are no longer heavy.

Because although he didn’t understand the meaning of those runes, he had naturally understood the channels through which the true essence flows in his body, and he had already understood the true essence exercises.

This kind of True Essence Cultivation, combined with the mysterious power emanating from the mountain path here, made his body stronger and stronger.

In just a few short days, this change was enough to shock him.

Some ordinary sharp objects, even if the iron sheet punctured his skin, only left a pale white mark.

Xianfuzong is indeed shocking enough.

It’s just that his body has changed astonishingly under this powerful True Essence Cultivation Technique, but his comprehension of Fu Dao is still stagnant, and he still belongs to the worst among the disciples of the same entry level.

This still makes him a little ashamed.

Some looming white light on the mountain road ahead interrupted his thoughts and attracted his attention.

It was a faint light from a slime.

Zhang Yi stopped to look, surprised at first.

It was a small snail that left this glowing slime.

This is a very ordinary snail, but there is a mystery in the mountain here. Even low-level practitioners may not be able to walk normally. How can this ordinary snail walk through and leave such a trace? ?

Zhang Yi stared at the snail crawling slowly on the stone steps. After watching it for a long time, he finally began to understand why.

Because the body of this snail is very soft.

Because this snail crawls very slowly, even much slower than usual.

However, the slower, the longer the stay on this stone step, the more obvious the trace left.

In the past many years of practice, Zhang Yi did not make any tricks, relying on hard work and concentration, step by step practice and progress, he seems to have rarely had the enlightenment-like epiphany.

However, at this moment, there seemed to be a bright light flashing in his mind.

He was shocked.

He held a sword in his sleeve inexplicably.

It was a very short, stone-like sword, the sword Xue Wangxu left for him.

At the same time, a powerful sword intent appeared in his mind so sharp that it stung his consciousness.

Then there are the glittering traces left by this snail.

His thoughts pushed the true essence, flowing naturally and extremely slowly onto the sword in his hand.

He didn’t realize it and didn’t see it.

But on the stone sword in his hand, there was a flash of light, with light shavings sprinkling lightly, as if someone was holding a hammer and chisel and engraving a mark on the sword.

…

When Zhang Yi gained the enlightenment that all practitioners dreamed of, Ding Ning did not heal his injuries. He was waiting and thinking.

There is a man named Wen Houling beside Zheng Xiu.

He would not appear most of the time, but every time Zheng Xiu appeared on the battlefield and used the Starfire Sword that fell from the sky, he would follow Zheng Xiu like a shadow.

There is always a trick left, this is Zheng Xiu’s style of acting.

She appeared on the battlefield, and always only appeared at the most critical moment, only with the appearance of her sword.

As a close attendant, she hid on the battlefield with a gentle and kind bell that was her last move and was naturally very powerful.

Wen Houling is also one of the practitioners who betrayed that man in the Bashan sword field.

Even if such a game was set up, everyone in Changling would naturally distinguish the Nine Dead Silkworms from himself, but because it was so brilliant and incredible, even if Zheng Xiu saw him in person, he still felt uneasy, he still had to be gentle. Let’s take a look.

Even Chen Jian’s capital was sure that Wen Houling could not perceive Ding Ning’s abnormality, but at this moment Ding Ning was not worried about this. He was only worried about his emotions, and he was worried that he would unconsciously show hostility.

Even if the emotions are controlled too well, some unconscious subtle reactions of the body can still reveal a lot of things.

Wen Houling has been Zheng Xiu’s shadow attendant for many years, and what he is best at is observing this.

It’s just Wen Hou Ling, why doesn’t he come?

Even Chen Jian’s capital already knew he would come, why didn’t he come by this time?

…

A carriage stopped at the entrance of Wutongluo’s wine shop.

A middle-aged man with well-maintained nails walked out of the carriage.

“Why did you come here first?”

At this time, a faint, but inexplicably noble and majestic voice floated from the surrounding darkness.

The middle-aged man who walked out of the carriage was Wen Hou Ling.

He was wearing a pale yellow robe, but the wave of vitality radiating from his body seemed to drag the shadows of countless things around him into his body and swallow it.

This kind of breath is enough to make many practitioners of the seven realms feel terrified.

But at this time, Wen Houling’s face changed slightly when he heard the sounds floating in the surrounding darkness.

“A cultivator stays in the place for a long time, and will eventually leave some traces. It will leave some traces or traces that he didn’t even care about.”

He pondered for a moment, answered this sentence, and then asked, “Why are you here again?”

“What do you mean?” There was a sarcastic laugh in the darkness. “There were countless people around her, but they have been declining recently. I really want to see how fewer people are around her, what will she do? Kind of feeling.”

Wen Houling’s brows frowned deeply: “You dare to kill me here?”

The voice in the dark is cautious: “I want to try.”

Wen Houling fell silent: “Because the nine dead silkworms appeared?”

The person in the dark laughed: “Nonsense.”

“Then try.”

Wen Houling shook his head.

He didn’t make any extra moves, nor did he emit any light on his body, but all the dark shadows in the hundreds of meters around him seemed to be sucked into his body at this moment, and his surroundings were within this hundred meters. , Suddenly became bright.

However, his face turned pale at this moment.

With the contraction of these shadows, a black line quietly entered his body, and he didn’t notice it until after it entered.

This is a mysterious duel between the seven realms that is difficult to describe in words. With strong vitality fighting in the clouds, a man in black is already behind him, almost standing next to him.

Only at that moment, Wen Houlin saw the man in black clearly.

The other party’s breath is stronger than him, his face is more handsome than him, and his nails are even more finely trimmed.

The feeling at this moment is actually ashamed, not as good as any one.

“The reason why you people have repeatedly failed those so-called great rebellions is because you always rely on Changling and others, but don’t want your own life or death. After all, you need to hold 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 breath fell, turning into a terrifying sword intent, and it was falling.

Wen Houling screamed sternly.

There were countless black rays of light from his pupils, and in the next instant, his body exploded.

At the moment his body exploded, countless black lights exploded in many places in this street at the same time.

The terrifying sword intent falling from the turret in the distance cut through a cloud of black light.

The black light was instantaneous, leaving a deep mark on the ground, and a blood stain that was as cool as wine in a jade cup.