Chapter 8: In the dark, there is silkworm

An ordinary carriage stopped at an entrance to the fish market, wearing a brawl, and went to the fish market with Song Shenshu, the most common coarse clothed linen in Changling, and went to the deepest part of the fish market without hesitation.
Although the history of the Daqin dynasty has hidden many books of practice, everyone knows that some of the most important books of Daqin are in the caves deep in the palace. Therefore, the officials of Shiku are not in the position of Changling. Prominent, basically there is not much accumulation of warfare to obtain the possibility of appreciation and promotion.
In particular, like the Song Shenshu, who has been in the 40th year of the 40th century, the official officials of the Shikuo, who have already been white, will not attract much attention.
But Song Shenshu is still extremely cautious.
Because he is very satisfied with his life in the past ten years, even if he does not have the current official position, he can only become a practitioner himself, which has made him very satisfied.
In particular, in recent years, he has become more cautious when he has a new understanding of his own practice and finds an aid that can make himself break faster.
Numerous facts prove that it is not important to become a practitioner in the morning and evening. What matters is the time of the break.
As long as he can successfully break through the third territory this year and step into the fourth world, then the world in front of him will suddenly be vast and there is limitless possibilities.
After walking all the way to the bottom of the fish market, he still did not remove the bungee from his head, bowed his body along a wooden path, and passed under the slings to a pier.
There is a awning boat that docks at this pier.
Without any words, Song Shenshu opened the curtain on the awning and stepped into the cabin. When the curtain behind him fell, he took a sigh of relief, took off the fight on his head, and began to close his eyes.
In addition to the two white flowers, he was well maintained, his face was rosy, and there was no wrinkles in his eyes.
The awning boat began to move, the hull was slightly shaken, and the swaying was very rhythmic, making Song Shenshu, leaning against the rest, feel very comfortable.
However, in a short time, his heart was naturally floating and chilling.
The boat's route seems to be slightly different in peacetime, and there are fewer and fewer voices around it. Only the sound of the water is still the same, which shows that the boat is heading towards the most secluded water surface of the market.
He opened his eyes and looked out from the gap of the curtain... Looking at the back of the little man who was wearing a coat and squatting on the bow, he couldn’t be sure, coldly said: "Is it because of the water level? It seems that the route taken today on Peace Day is different?"
"It is true that the route in Peace Day is different, but it is not because of the rising tide level."
Ding Ning, who was wearing a coat on the bow, stopped. He turned and looked at Song Shenshu in the awning.
His voice was calm, with a touch of ridicule and pleasure.
The head of Song Shenshu has some faint pain in an instant.
He can be sure that he has never seen this handsome boy, but the face and tone of this boy is very strange, just like it has been a long time since he finally met his old man in his hometown.
This weird feeling made him not have the first time to think about what the teenager should do, but he was eager to know the origin of the other.
"Who are you? Do you know me?" He tried to keep calm and asked softly.
Ding Ning seriously nodded: "Song Shenshu, the driver of the Terracotta Warriors fourteen years ago."
The face of Song Shenshu is gradually pale. This is the old thing that he is most reluctant to think of and mention. What makes his heart tremble is that these old things are only possible to know the people who are closest to him.
"Who are you? What do you want to do?" he asked forcibly pressing on the growing fear in his heart.
Ding Ning looked at him with a sigh of relief and said softly, "I am a creditor of yours and ask you to collect some old debts."
Hearing these words, coupled with some rumors in recent days, Song Shenshu’s hands and feet are even colder. He opened his mouth and wanted to ask something again. After all, the opposite boy could not have any old hatred with himself. There must be others behind him. Instigation.
However, he just opened his mouth and had not had time to make any noise. The boy in front of him had already moved.
Ding Ning's seemingly thin body suddenly burst into a placid force, the bow suddenly fell, the stern upturned, and instantly hanged.
His body was drilled from the shackles and sneaked into the narrow cabin. Because the speed was too fast, the robes like gold husks were still empty in the air and did not fall.
Song Shenshu’s breathing suddenly, his right index finger and are close together, and the other three fingers are slightly curved. A red real element emerges from the index finger and the middle finger. Before Ding’s palm touches his body, this real element Extremely gentle, rushing from the ribs of Ding Ning.
At the moment Ding Ning had just moved, he had other choices.
He can abandon the ship and desperately escape, and at the same time can make a lot of movements. After all, the underground black market also has the order of the underground black market. All the big forces in Changling City will not allow people to unscrupulously destroy the order here.
However, at this moment, he concluded that Ding Ning was just a practitioner who had just arrived in the second world.
There is a natural insurmountable gap between the practitioners in every environment.
The real element of the third territory is the product of the infuriating atmosphere of heaven and earth. This is reflected in the power, which is the essential difference of multiples, not to mention that he is not a practitioner who has just entered the third world. His true Yuan has been repaired to the point where it can run away from the body, and the realm of the three realms of the top can make the real yuan have many magical features in the enemy.
Therefore, he subconsciously believes that Ding Ning is only the scorpion that attracts his attention. There must be more powerful practitioners hiding in the air, waiting for the most deadly blow.
Therefore, even in the seemingly gentle, but violently sent into a real yuan to Ding Ning's body, most of his attention is not on Ding Ning's body, but in the darkness around, even muddy and muddy water surface .
However, what he could not think of was that he was sent into the body by his real yuan. Ding Ning only made a soft sigh, and the body movement did not stop at all.
His left hand is almost the same movement as the Song of God, the index finger and the are referred to as swords, and they are stabbed in the Zhangmen hole in the chest and abdomen of Song Shenshu.
Song Shenshu can't understand how Ding Ning can withstand his true yuan, and he can't understand the significance of Ding Ning's thorn.
However, in the next moment, his entire body suddenly became stiff.
The slamming sound of the bow, the bow of the bow fell at this time, the stern of the lifted also fell at the same time, took a circle of water.
In the sea of ​​his body, there is also a soft bang, the original orderly flowing real element suddenly collapses into countless trickles, like countless tiny snakes, scattered innumerable acupuncture points in his body. And began to seep out from his flesh and skin.
Numerous tiny red real elements twisted on the surface of his body, turning the dark cabin into red, as if there were a few red lanterns inside.
The brain of Song Shenshu is blank, and there is a great fear in the body.
He knows that there are some flaws in some practice exercises, but what is the flaw in his "Chiyang God", even the practitioner himself does not know.
However, the other party just used such a simple sword, and directly let his real yuan fall into an uncontrollable runaway, so that even his body can not begin to control, how is this possible!
"How do you know the flaws in my practice? Who are you?"
After the time of stagnation, he finally made a strong voice, and the sound of breathing was like a dying snake.
"Chiyang God is strictly an excellent practice. As long as there are some fire poisons that can be supplemented by medicine, the speed of practice can be greatly accelerated, so the average practitioner from the first to the third It takes at least twenty years for the goods on the horizon, but you only have spent half of the time." Ding Ning slightly gasped and sat down opposite Song Shenshu. He looked at Song Shenshu seriously, his hands kept on Touched the real element of Song Shenshu.
"It's just that the practice of the practice of the Red Weidong from the Great Wei Dynasty has its own flaws. As long as the body's kidney water is over-excited, it will lead to the complete disintegration of the true Yuan, so I used to be a practitioner and Dawei. When the practitioners of the dynasty Chiyang Cave fought, they found that several of them were covered with unique protective equipment. Later, Chiyang Cave died, and this practice was included in the history of the dynasty. I have been sealed for a long time. I didn’t expect you to pick this practice to practice."
Ding Ning kept whispering, and his two-finger belly and the parts of the Song God's body were constantly making strange noises. This sound was like a myriad of silkworms swallowing mulberry leaves.
"Nine dead silkworms!"
Song Shenshu finally found something more terrible in this world than he was at the moment. The flesh and blood in his throat seemed to be tearing, and he was horrified to make a hoarse voice. "You are his descendant!"