Vol 4 Chapter 55: Wedding

The carriage returned to the ink garden.
It has not been closed for a few days, but along the way, the net glaze is in a very wonderful state.
She seems to have forgotten her exhaustion.
Her body always seems to emit a faint fluorescing light. This layer of fluorescence, like a peerless sword, has gradually become more glaring and radiant after the beginning of the sword.
She and Ding Ning are both important figures in Changling at the moment. I don't know how many powerful practitioners will hang around her and Ding Ning along the way. Naturally, some people can detect this subtle change of air. &nb novel sp; these people began to be shocked.
They couldn't understand what happened in the osmanthus forest in the palace of the Liu Palace. What caused the sudden change of the net glass.
They looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus tree that Ansheng placed on the carriage, and looked at the large mass of the scented osmanthus tree roots. Even many people did not understand how the glaze was done.
However, they can all be sure that the net glaze changed from the beginning into the Changling City to the temperament change at this time, especially in this kind of epiphany air machine, all because of Ding Ning.
"Sometimes I really have to take it."
A young boy stood in an alley and looked at the carriage back to the ink garden. The look in his eyes became more and more respectful. He finally got into the carriage and took a serious bow to the carriage.
This young man is also a character on the talented book, but the ranking of the talented book is not enough. In the Shaoshan sword meeting, there is no final sword test. At this time, the net glaze and Ding Ning did not even notice his existence, but he was so serious about the ceremony of Ding Ning and the net glaze, which was pure admiration and respect.
Teenagers like his age tend to worship heroes more.
Although he was a competitor in the Shushan Swords Club, after the end of the Lushan Swords Club, Ding Ning, who fought for the division and now revenge for Xue, was a hero in his eyes.
His attitude also naturally represents the attitude of the vast majority of young people in Changling.
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All the way to the net glass did not sound, waiting for the horse to carry this osmanthus tree into the ink garden, the faint fluorescent light on the net glass gradually disappeared, then she turned her head and looked at the calm sitting Ding Ning, asked Road: "What's in the soil under this tree?"
The rest of the people did not understand Ding Ning's approach. They only thought that entering the osmanthus forest and digging such a sweet-scented osmanthus flower was related to the practice of net glaze. However, through all the previous details, the net glaze was certain, in the soil under the osmanthus tree, There should be something that is important to Ding Ning, which is a breakthrough for his cultivation.
Ding Ning looked up at her and didn't open her mouth. The net glass had already seen the meaning in his eyes. He said directly to Ding Ning: "I will know later, right?"
Ding Ning couldn't help but smile a little, then nodded and said, "I think what you need to think about most now is not my business."
The net glass also gave him a look and said: "Do you want to help you with your medicine?"
"Say after three days." Ding Ning shook his head.
The net glass was lightly lit, look at the sweet-scented osmanthus tree behind Ding Ning, and said: "Do you handle it yourself?"
Ding Ning nodded and said: "I handle it myself."
The net glaze is no longer saying anything more. When the carriage stops at the entrance of the deepest courtyard of the ink garden, she walks down from the front of the car, and then walks toward her own sleeping room and does not return.
Ding Ning is very aware of her disposition. He has not seen the net glass that has not yet entered the house. He just got off the carriage and quietly looked at the osmanthus tree.
This osmanthus tree has injured a lot of rhizomes, and the roots that are deep down into the soil are all cut off. It is already difficult to survive this year. It is even more impossible to bloom, just a few years ago, this osmanthus tree It is the most popular one in the entire forest.
Many years ago, someone met a woman from Jiaodong County in this osmanthus forest.
The man was amazed at the beauty and talent of the woman, and the woman fell in love with the man.
The man thought he could live with the woman for a lifetime.
Later, the person met a lot of friends who were cherished and cherished, and often went to drink with the osmanthus wine-making wine shop of this osmanthus forest.
Drink the wine and fight the world.
Everything seems so perfect.
One day, the man had a whimsy, stole the best altar of the new wine in the wine shop, and put some elixir that would make the taste of the wine more beautiful, and then buried the altar in the strain. The most beautiful osmanthus tree under the tree.
Years are waiting for aging.
The man wanted to wait until he and the woman’s wedding banquet, and then sneak out the wine and give the wine shop owner and all his confidants a surprise.
However, the wine is not Chen, and people are no longer.
The woman from Jiaodong County became the hostess of Changling and became the queen of the Daqin Dynasty.
The man and many friends who are sympathetic, all died in Changling.
The wine shop has also disappeared.
A lot of more important things are hard to remember, not to mention the altar is just a whimsy, insignificant, icing on the cake.
This is a wedding that has been completely forgotten.
Perhaps everything has not changed in the past, and this altar is not necessarily remembered by anyone.
However, because of revenge, this altar wine appeared again.
Ding Ning out of the sword.
The front end of the end of the broken sword is scattered into countless swords, gently into the soil under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.
These swords silently wrapped a gray jar of altar that was sleeping in the dirt, and then dragged the jar directly out of the mud.
The sword air emitted on the sword silk clears all obstacles, and in the finely sprinkled soil, there are countless clean white flowers.
The jar is not small.
Because at least dozens of people have to drink a bowl.
The clay seal on the jar was very good, and even a trace of alcohol did not come out.
The man pursues the ultimate in whatever he does, but he does not think about the future.
A slamming sound.
Ding Ning waved the mud seal.
In the past, there was only a half of the altar in the golden liquor of the altar.
Ding Ning raised his head.
More things that have disappeared into memory and the faces of some people have flashed through his mind.
"Thank you."
He whispered the sentence, took the sword, lifted the jar with one hand and poured the liquor directly into the mouth.
He sipped his mouth.
The taste of this altar is really wonderful.
The best osmanthus brewing in the same year and the wonderful aroma of the elixir blended together, sweet and sweet, and the feeling of burning into the throat like a fire, is the legendary fairy.
However, at this time, Ding Ning’s mouth was bitter than when he was drinking those soups.
At that time, it was just some elixir that was purely pursuing aroma and taste. For the person and the friend of that person, the gain for cultivation was minimal, but for his cultivation as a realm today, it is so important.
A strong air flow with the spread of wine, constantly blasting in his body, constantly rushing into his sea of ​​air.
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The aroma of osmanthus is actually enjoyed by almost everyone.
In the depths of the palace, the woman from Jiaodong County was sitting on a phoenix chair. She listened to the report of the middle-aged practitioner of the yellow shirt outside the door. The perfect head slowly lifted up, seemingly without the eyes of human feelings. Falling out of the garden through a side window.
There are also several tall osmanthus trees there.
Only in addition to a trace of surprise in her gaze, she was still indifferent and had no extra emotions.
She did not understand what Ding Ning and Jing Liuli went to the osmanthus forest to dig a sweet-scented osmanthus tree.
Because it is too far away.
Because so many things before so far are too small.
Where she met such a thing, she has long forgotten that it has been quietly erased in memory.
She could not remember the osmanthus forest.
(There have been meetings outside these days, so the update has been affected. Fortunately, I am very satisfied with the chapter today.)