Vol 5 Chapter 6: Let her be alone

Some people like to drink alcohol, but some people drink alcohol but like ice.
In the midsummer, the temperature in Changling is still very high during the day, but it is obviously cool at night.
The jade cup is filled with grape wine, and some ice cubes are added. The jade cup is covered with cold dew. The fruit bowl in front of the cup is filled with washed fruits and the fireworks are flying in the garden in front.
The black man who couldn't see the signs of the years picked up the wine glass, but did not drink it. He slowly sipped the wine in the cup, and the lips and teeth were bright red.
Although it is just an ordinary black silk silk sweater, but if it is expensive, the full-length mausoleum is few people above him, because this extravagance, not just countless years of brocade->> novel clothing jade food piled up, or countless The birth of the year is to accumulate the accumulation of nature.
He is the leader who led Zhang Yi to Xian Fuzong, the leader of Changling’s old dignitaries.
Most people in Changling do not know his existence. Even those who know that there is such a person, do not know his real name, but habitually call him "nightingale."
"Zheng sleeves are a crazy woman. If she is not crazy, it is not enough stimulation."
"There aren't many people around her. I just don't like Wen Hou."
"What do we do if she gets crazy?"
"Chu will be chaotic, Yan is too deep, and Qi is just right."
The black man was sitting on the side of a gentle middle-aged scribe, and the two just talked a few words, but these few sentences are enough to affect the entire Changling.
Slowly licking the wine in the cup, the black man stood up and disappeared into the night of Changling.
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It is also the moon and the moon.
In Xian Fu Zongli, Zhang Yi was not punished, but he still bears the water.
When he walked through the mountain road, there was no faint silver light, because he had walked very steady and the water in the bucket no longer leaked out.
His pace is no longer heavy.
Because he did not understand the meaning of the runes, but he has naturally understood the passages of the real yuan flowing in the body, and has already grasped the real magic.
This kind of true meta-function, combined with the mysterious power from the mountain road here, makes his body more and more tough and more powerful.
It was only a few days, and the change was enough to shock him.
Some unusual sharp objects, even if the iron is cut on his skin, just leave a shallow white mark.
Xian Fuzong is indeed a shocking place.
It’s just that the body has made amazing changes under this powerful real-world practice, but his understanding of the sect is still stagnant, and it is still the worst among the disciples who are getting started.
This still makes him a bit shy.
Some looming white light on the mountain road ahead interrupted his thoughts and attracted his attention.
It was a faint glow from a mucus.
Zhang Yi stayed in the hope, first of all surprised.
It is a small snail that leaves this glowing mucus.
This is a seemingly ordinary snail, but there is no mystery in the mountain road here, that is, the low-level practitioners are afraid that they can't walk normally. How can this ordinary snail walk through and leave such a trace? ?
Zhang Yizhen looked at the snail crawling slowly on the stone steps. He looked at it for a long time and finally began to understand why.
Because the body of this snail is very soft.
Because this snail crawled very slowly, even a lot slower than usual.
However, the slower, the longer it stays on this stone step, the more obvious the traces will be.
In the past many years of practice, Zhang Yi has nothing to do, relying on hard work and concentration, step by step practice, progress, he seems to have rarely had the epiphany.
However, at this moment, there seems to be a flash of light in his mind.
He was shocked.
He inexplicably took a sword in his sleeve.
It was a very short, stone-like sword, a sword that Xue had forgotten.
At the same time, his mind had a powerful sword meaning that his consciousness was stinging.
Then there is the flash of light left by this snail.
His mind promoted the real yuan, naturally and incomparably slow flowing to the sword in his hand.
He did not realize it and did not see it.
But the stone sword in his hand was a flash of light, with light sprinkles, as if someone had a hammer and a chisel, and carved a note on the sword.
......
When Zhang Yi was sent to Yan Fuzong on Yan Yan to get the epiphany of all the practitioners' dreams, Ding Ning did not heal, he was waiting, thinking.
There is a man called Wen Houling next to Zheng Sleeve.
He will not appear in most of the time, but when Zheng Shou appears on the battlefield every time and displays the Sparks from the sky, he will follow Zheng Shou like a shadow.
Always keep a trick and move, this is Zheng Shou’s acting style.
She appeared on the battlefield, and always only appeared at the most critical moments, only with the appearance of her sword.
As a close-knit, the gentle bell that she hides in the battlefield is her late move, which is very powerful.
Wen Houling is also one of the practitioners who betrayed the man in Bashan Jianchang.
Even if such a bureau is laid, Changling owners naturally distinguish the nine dead silkworms from themselves, but because they are too good and incredible, even if Zheng sleeves have personally seen themselves, they still don’t feel relieved. Bell to see.
Even the Chen Jian Capital determined that Wen Houling could not perceive Ding Ning's anomaly, but at this moment Ding Ning is not worried about this. He is only worried about his own emotions. He is worried that he will unconsciously show hostility.
Even if the emotions are controlled too well, some unconscious nuances of the body can reveal a lot of things.
Wen Houling has been a shadow of Zheng Shou for many years, and he is best at observing this point.
Just why is the warm bell not coming?
Even the capital of Chen Jian has already known that he will come. Why is it not here at this time?
......
A carriage was parked at the entrance of the wine shop in Wutong.
A good middle-aged man with nails being out of the carriage came out of the carriage.
"Why are you coming here first?"
At this time, a faint, but inexplicable and noble voice, floated from the darkness of the surroundings.
The middle-aged man who came out of the carriage was a gentle bell.
He was wearing a pale yellow robes, but there was a kind of volatility in his body, but it seemed to drag the shadows of countless things around him into his body.
This kind of breath is enough to make many seven practitioners feel fear.
But at this time, I heard the sound of the surrounding darkness, but the face of the gentle bell was slightly changed.

A cultivator stays in the ground for a long time, and will eventually leave some traces. Leave some traces that he doesn’t even care about.

He indulged, answered the sentence, and then asked: "Why are you coming here?"
"What do you say?" There was a sneer laughter in the darkness. "There are countless people available to her, but recently there are fewer and fewer. I really want to see how few people around her are getting less and how she will be." Feeling like."
Wen Hou’s brow was deeply wrinkled:
Do you dare to kill me here?

The sound in the dark is cautious: "I want to try."
Wen Houling silenced: "Because nine dead silkworms are now?"
The people in the dark laughed: "nonsense."
"Try it."
Wen Houling shook his head.
He didn't have any extra movements, and he didn't emit any light on his body, but all the dark shadows in the range of hundreds of feet around him seemed to be sucked into his body at this moment, within his hundred feet. It suddenly became bright.
However, his face became pale at this moment.
A black line entered the body silently as the shadows contracted, and he did not notice until he entered.
This is a mysterious confrontation that is difficult to describe in words between the seven worlds. There is a strong spirit to kill in the clouds, a black man is already behind him, almost standing with him.
Just a moment of light, Wen Houling saw the black man.
The other party's breath is stronger than him, his face is more handsome than him, and even his nails are trimmed more finely than him.
The feeling of this moment is actually self-defeating, not as good as one.
"The reason why you guys have repeatedly failed for the so-called big rebellions is because you always rely on Changling, always relying on others, but you don't want to live and die. After all, you need to be in your own hands."
The black man said this sentence and looked up.
He narrowed his eyes.
On the far corner of the porch, a powerful atmosphere was cast, turning into a horrible sword, and it was falling.
Wen Houling was so screaming.
His eyes burst into countless black light, and in the next moment his body exploded.
At the moment of his body explosion, many places in this street all burst open with a lot of black light at the same time.
The horror sword that fell from the distant turret cut a black light.
The black light was instantly empty, and there was a deep mark on the ground, and there was a trace of blood that was as cool as the wine in the jade cup.