Vol 2 Chapter 62: Xiaosuo

Ding Ning and Zhang Yi and Shen Yu confessed a few words, and then embarked on a gray, seemingly dusty carriage. .
The old horse knew the way, and there was no need for people to drive away. The two old horses dragged the carriage and began to walk through the streets of Changling.
The blood in the carriage was sitting against Ding Ning.
Ding Ning saw the tattoo on his green scalp. The thorn should be the Tibetan Bodhisattva. He holds the treasure on his left and holds the tin can on his right. He sits on the lotus platform. The whole tattoo is colored and colorful, and the face of the Tibetan Bodhisattva is kind and compassionate. However, such color and grief are extremely intimate with the breath of the blood, which seems to be more uncomfortable.
The carriage's curtain is not sealed. As the carriage is bumped, the curtain swings and a lot of chills come in.
Sitting in the innermost compartment of the car, Ding Ning tightened the neckline. Looking at the two brown old horses through the gap created by the swinging car curtain, there was nothing to say: "The two old horses are obedient."
The blood sitting in front of him said indifferently: "The disobedient has been slaughtered, and the slaughter is much better. There will always be some obedient stays. Livestock is actually much better than human beings. For livestock, death. It’s the biggest fear, but people are different. Some people can’t do anything they think is worthwhile.

Ding Ning's face did not change, but it made his heartbeat become a little faster at this moment. He went on to say: "I didn't have any intersection with the grown-up before. I don't know why the adults will remind me at the beginning."
Blood did not turn around, just shook his head and said: "Don't have any fantasies, just teach them. After all, the young practitioners of Changling are the precious wealth of the Daqin Dynasty."
Ding Ning was silent and stopped saying anything.
Blood is also a word, let alone the old horse trailer.
For half a day, the car finally entered the Changling countryside and entered the dead Hu Yanglin.
When I approached the low stone house built along the river, the blood once again opened up and said: "When you enter the prison, you have to follow my footsteps. If you take the wrong step, you may die. ""
Ding Ning looked slightly condensed, but still did not say anything, just nodded and said that he heard clearly.
The blood sneered a little, the body breath was only slightly exposed, and the two old horses, which were already very exhausted, suddenly fell into extreme fear and began to scream.
It was only a moment of time, and it passed through hundreds of feet of flat land, facing a stone house that didn't even have a door. It looked like it would hit the stone wall hard and the liver was covered.
However, the stone wall was suddenly twisted and shattered before the wind blowing in the carriage, turning into an overlapping shadow.
The rushing carriage passed through the wall and suddenly fell into a thick chill. The light on both sides quickly dimmed, and the sound of the horse's hooves continued to splash. This surface was just a flat channel after the phantom stone wall. There are no windows on both sides of the stone wall, and it is dark, and there is a layer of at least two feet of deep water on the road.
This is the only way to enter the big floating water.
Under the shallow water layer, there are at least five powerful arrays of martial arts. At this time, Ding Ning has swept away, and there are far more than five kinds of killings under the water layer.
I feel that this unfrozen water contains coldness that is colder than ice. I think that the person who is being held in the deepest part of the dungeon is always in such cold and biting water, Ding Ning will no longer deliberately control himself. The heartbeat and blood flow, letting your body tremble slightly.
With a bang, a stream of water splashed on the ground.
The carriage finally sailed to the dry land.
It is said to be dry, but in fact it is not dark and wet, and there is a moldy smell between the stone and the stone.
The two old horses stood still after they stepped on the dry land, and they couldn’t stop shaking.
Someone waited on the side like a ghost, taking away the two old horses, leaving only the blood of the carriage and Ding Ning.
The blood turned cold and looked at Ding Ning.
Ding Ning, who understood his meaning, came behind him.
The blood began to move, and the gray boots left a clear footprint on the ground.
Ding Ning walked on his footprints.
The big floating water prison is the most strict place for the guardian of the Daqin dynasty. Even a character like Mo Qinggong can only enter when the person in charge of the big floating prison is allowed. In the imagination of countless people, the big floating prison must be a company. An iron prison that is immersed in cold water.
However, this is not the case.
At the moment, the blood and the front of Ding Ning are like a huge valley.
In the dark canyon, there is a huge block of black mountains and rocks.
Such a valley and a temple-like rock are not the shadows of the formation of the squad, but the objects, but on these rocks, they are faintly revealing the murder of the squad.
Blood took Ding Ning to walk through the thick shadows beneath these dark mountain rocks, through this seemingly calm underground valley.
Through the valley, the front began to be filled with gray fog, and began to see what the road inside is, what kind of scene is it, as if the violent beast in the gray fog should be rushed out at any time.
The blood smashed in the gray mist, and the road was a bit twisted up, like a mountain climber.
When the tea was half-baked, some lanterns appeared in the faint gray mist.
Below the lantern, it is a cherry blossom forest.
The cherry blossoms are the kind of deep purple mountain cherry blossoms.
In this underground, where the sun is not seen all day long, this cherry blossom forest is incredibly raging, thick and bright purple, even seems to have been immersed in the lantern hanging in the forest, even the fire from that lantern has become A touch of purple.
Ding Ning's breathing was slightly, and the brows could not be restrained.
He is not because of surprise and pretense, but real tension.
He did not think that blood would take him from here today.
Here, for him, it is indeed a real danger.
The blood stepped into the purple cherry forest.
Ding Ning stepped on his footprints.
It was only this step that took place, and all the petals on the surrounding cherry trees were separated from the branches, and they danced around him and the blood.
This is a stunning picture that is difficult to describe in words.
Countless petals are dancing all over the sky, exuding a gorgeous luster.
However, for Ding Ning, this beautiful picture implies a myriad of dangerous lines.
Just as Zhang Yi and others are in front of the freehand scrolls, as long as his mind unconsciously goes into any line, these floating purple cherry petals will naturally reveal some special air.
At this time, walking in such a heavy rain, he can't help but see, but these lines are familiar to him to the extreme, to look at these lines, and even a trace of mind does not touch these lines, just like watching If you don't, you won't be able to sense these lines, even for him.
When the mind began to be slowly pulled, feeling that his heart slowly raised the meaning of fear, when there was sweat on the back, Ding Ning’s mind appeared in the face of the long-term light snow.
"I have to walk through here safely."
"I can't let her stay alone in Changling."
"I have to go through here."
Ding Ning’s mind rang through these three sentences in a row.
Then his heart was like a heavy night during the night, and it was a heavy blizzard. His mood was once again absolutely cold and calm.
As soon as the blood walked in front of him, as he stepped out of the cherry blossom forest in the hundreds of feet, all the purple petals floating in the air flew back like a butterfly.
The purple wild cherry forest still looks full bloom, and there is no change compared to before.
Ding Ning looked back.
Looking at this wild cherry forest, he said softly in his heart, "Long Sunshine Snow is my biggest death point, but she is also the biggest meaning of my life in Changling."
The blood continues to move forward.
Passing through a stone path on both sides of the abyss, and finally stopped in front of a grave-like stone room, turned and said to Ding Ning, not cold or not: "It is here."
After saying this sentence, the blood will quietly retreat, leaving only Ding Ning standing in front of this stone room.
Ding Ning is extremely careful to control the flow of blood in the body, so that his heart beats quickly.
"come in."
A sound that seemed to fall from a very high place came from the stone room directly opposite him.
Because it is too high, it is not cold.
Ding Ning seems to be hesitant and does not dare to move.
"Come in, since Shen Daren opened up to let you in, there is naturally no danger here." A familiar voice of Ding Ning came out.
Ding Ning's eyes are slightly bright, saying: "Mo Daren."
Then he no longer hesitated and walked quickly into the stone room in front.
Shen Xuan, who is as tall as a horny, looks at Ding Ning who walks in from the door.
"sit."
He ordered an iron chair in front of him, indicating that Ding Ning was seated.
Ding Ning looked at Mo Qinggong next to him, did not say a word, sat down on the cold iron chair.
Shen Xuan reached out.
He was too tall and tall, and his hand was much longer than the average person, so when he reached out, his palm fell to the top of Ding Ning's head.
Ding Ning saw it and could not avoid it.
His five fingers are slightly tight, and the force slightly penetrates between the flesh and bones of Ding Ning's head, and then loosens.
There was a hint of unreserved regret and despair in his eyebrows.
In the historical process of Emperor Yuanwu's ascending to the throne, he was one of the decisive players. Later he took charge of this big floating prison. In the eyes of the vast majority of the princes of Changling, he either caused Yuanwu in some things. The emperor’s unhappiness is either that the Emperor Yuanwu does not like to reuse those who have betrayed others.
However, only he is very clear that he came to the big floating prisoner not because of jealousy, but because of his own request.
Because it is about his practice.
Where else in the world, there are so many powerful practitioners in the big floating prison?
Where are the bodies of so many fresh practitioners that can be freely analyzed and studied?
What's more, these people's mouths will also spit out many means of practice and experience of practice.
Therefore, this large floating reservoir is itself a huge treasure house.
It is precisely because of the choice of such a road, in the early years of Yuan Wu, his cultivation was not as good as the night, not as good as the princes of Changling, but now he is even stronger than many of them.
Everything is illusory, only strength is high.
Strength is status.
Compared with the real thing and the breath, the flesh and bones of a practitioner are more likely to be fake.
He only needs a touch, and he can feel the strength of the flesh and blood of the other party, and he can feel the "new and old" degree of the bone.
Bone age is the true age.
When he noticed the existence of Ding Ning, thinking about the amazing rise of the wine shop boy, he had an amazing idea, even hope.
If this wine shop boy is the descendant of that person... then the speed of practice and comprehension, the ability to the enemy, seems normal.
If this is the case, as long as he can get something from the mouth of the wine shop boy, his strength, in the position of Changling, can not be compared.
But what made him regret and disappointment is that this boy has no problems today.
Everything, even the true age, is impossible.
Because this wine shop boy should have been born three years after the man died, how could it have anything to do with that person? It is even more impossible to get the person’s personal inheritance and get some experience from that person.
Because of his regret and disappointment, he was desperate.