Chapter 9: Commandment

There are countless genres in the world, and the innate physique of each practitioner is different. Therefore, in the past hundreds of years, I don’t know how many masters of the mountains have been created, and how many kinds of exercises have been created. How many powerful means of borrowing the power of heaven and earth.
The Dashan dynasty of the Daqin dynasty, the Jianxu Jianmen, the method of the Yujian was studied to the extreme, and the many ancestral gates of the Chu Dynasty, the Dayan Dynasty, and the Daqi Dynasty were in the refining, Fuxi, and Yin. The way the practitioners of the other dynasty could not match.
Even the dying Korean, Zhao, and Wei dynasties, in addition to hundreds of practitioners, the Nanyang Danzong of the Han Dynasty, the sword furnace of the Zhao Dynasty, and the Yunshui Palace of the Wei Dynasty, practiced and practiced In terms of means, it is even more than a few sects in the world.
However, in all the practice methods, the nine dead silkworms are undoubtedly the most powerful and mysterious.
No one knows the origins of this practice, but faintly speculates that this is the practice of the invincible Emperor who built the great dynasty hundreds of years ago.
There are even speculations that the reason why the Emperor, who was the strongest practitioner of the year, died in the 50s, was because of the accident.
The reason for this speculation is that after the Emperor, the most amazing people in the past have received this practice, but all those people, including those who are almost taboo in the population of the Daqin Dynasty, are almost taboo. I did not dare to practice this practice.
No one practices, no one in the world knows what power and magic is there in this practice.
It is only the practitioners of later generations who know from the records of some bamboo slips left by the dynasty, that in the practice of this practice, many people must be killed... and when they touch the true elements of the rest of the practitioners, they will send out The silkworm cocoon sounds like a voice.
However, the practitioners at that time were able to affirm that this kind of practice could not directly devour the real elements of others to enhance some of their own cultivation, just like the magical powers of the Daqi Dynasty.
The real thing that touches the other side, the sound of this kind of silkworm, what is the use, what does it mean?
Light is this unsolvable speculation, which makes people feel mysterious and fearful.
However, it is not because of this practice itself that the Song of the Song Dynasty is so fearful, but because this practice is finally dying in the hands of that person.
That person used to have a lot of visitors.
Song Shenshu, many years ago, was only one of the humble drivers of the doorman who drove the door.
Now, the nine dead silkworms that should have disappeared completely with the death of that person, but incomparably appeared in front of him, with countless seals in his mind, he has deliberately missed countless pictures, all of a sudden It was pressed on him.
His body is even more inoperable, and his body is violently twitching.
He began to realize that the things that had been circulating in Changling in the past few days turned out to be true.
......
Ding Ning looked at Song Shenshu, his movements did not stop at all, his fingertips were like the folds on the clothes of Song Shenshu, carefully sweeping every red-red real element on the surface of Song Shenshu.
With the subtle sounds of countless spring worms, a red-red real element disappeared under his fingertips.
"How about the taste of selling friends and seeking glory?" While doing this, he is serious, as if he really wants to get answers, and asks Song Shenshu softly.
Upon hearing this sentence, Song Shenshu finally believed his inference, his fear finally returned to his own situation, "Don't kill me!" He sweated under the rain, shaking the already stiff throat muscles and making a hoarse voice.
"The debt will be paid back."
Ding Ning looked at him with a look at the poor worm. "You tell me, in addition to this life, what else can you use to pay off your debts?"
Song Shenshu’s eyes were almost covered by his own sweat. He squinted hard and hurriedly said:
If... If I tell you some secrets that are more important than my life, can you let me live?

Ding Ning’s brow squinted slightly, and he indulged in the time of counting and said:
Yes.

Song Shenshu’s eyes gave birth to the flame of hope, but hesitated for a moment.
Ding Ning sneered: "You should know what his sword is called."
The eyes of Song Shenshu light up.
"In the past, Li Guanlan was killed, and the person who sold him was Mu Yu. Now he is renamed Liang Liang."
He controls the increasingly stiff throat, rubbing his ugly voice and telling the first secret he thinks is most important.
Ding Ning's eyes are undetectable.
Those familiar names are a lot of debt for him.
"Lianglian?"
"The Tiger and the Wolf North Army General? The military power is full, then the one who is most hopeful to seal the Hou?"
His brow was deeply wrinkled and he said to himself.
"It's him." Song Shenshu's desire to survive is getting stronger and stronger. Although the voice is more difficult, the voice is even louder.
"Only these? You should understand that as long as you say that this is true, you don't have to say it, I will find it in the future." Ding Ning looked up and looked at him indifferently.
Song Shenshu swallowed hard and the heart beat violently.
He knows that the secret of the next export will surely satisfy the other party. However, he is also very clear that if people know that the secret is spoken by his mouth, his future results will definitely be worse than now.
"Lin boiled wine is still not dead." He looked at Ding Ning with a pleading look, and he snorted.
Ding Ning's body shocked, his face lost his calm for the first time, and he said: "What are you talking about!"
"He was locked in the cell at the deepest point of the prison."
Song Shenshu felt that his heart had to jump out of his throat. "Strictly want to get some secrets from his body, so he has never killed him... People outside think that he is dead, even Li Xiang They didn’t know the secret at all with the night director."
Ding Ning’s face returned to calm. He was silent for a moment and asked seriously:
How do you know this secret?

Song Shenshu did not dare to look at his eyes. "Because he couldn't dig out any useful things from his mouth, he thought about some methods. He used to make fake robbery. Some people in the prison are Lin. People who have known wine before cooking."
"You are also one of the people who know the wood boiled wine, but he doesn't know that you are already strict people." Ding Ning's face is calm, "What later?"
Song Shenshu said with difficulty: "I don't know where the mistakes have been made, and Lin Boiled wine is not fooled."
"His mind is more cautious than strictness. How can those little tricks fool him?" Ding Ning slightly lowered his head and whispered: "He must have been very uncomfortable now."
Song Shenshu did not know how to answer the words, he did not say anything.
Ding Ning didn't look at him, but he whispered again: "No?"
The heart of Song Shenshu once again violently beats.
He heard that the other party was not satisfied.
"I..." So he trembled and said the last important secret he knew. "The legendary Lonely Mountain Sword should exist, and most of the clues may be in the hands of the White Mountain in Yunshui Palace."
"Lonely Mountain Sword?"
Ding Ning’s breathing was a slight meal, and this was another news he had never thought of.
Legend has it that the Gushan Jianzong is a very mysterious and powerful Zongmen. I don’t know when it originated, and I don’t know when it will die. But there have been rumors that this sect has a secret, there are many The treasure.
In addition to some of the lost practice, what makes all the practitioners more heart-felt is the extinct elixir and refining materials.
As more and more things related to the Lonely Mountain Swordsman are discovered, the practitioners of the world can now affirm that the Gushan Jianzong and the secret possession do exist, but where is this "Lonely Mountain Sword", but there has never been The exact clue.
"How do you know?" Ding Ning blinked a little, looked up and looked at Song Shenshu again.
"The gods have been carrying a few pieces of jade slips to the history of the library to identify, the words on the fragments are very strange, we thoroughly examined the classical, and found that it is the unique text of the Lonely Mountain sword."
Song Shenshu said with a short breath: "And I secretly checked that the people of God's supervisors and the Yushui of Yunshui Palace have fought. They have determined that there are more such jade fragments in the hands of Yunshui Palace."
Ding Ning did not speak for a moment.
Even the practitioners of Yunshui Palace are now as deep as the practitioners of Zhao Jianhao, but as long as they are willing to spend time, they can always find some clues.
"Anymore?"
After a dozen breaths, he looked at the Song of God and asked again.
Song Shenshu looked at him helplessly, and his brain gradually became blank.
He really can't think of any secrets that have enough weight.
"well."
Ding Ning looked at his face and seemed to be very satisfied with a nod, leaned down and leaned into his ear. "In this case, you can die."
The eyes of Song Shenshu are incredibly big.
At this time, a strong effort penetrated his heart and cut off the blood that is most important to a person's life.
"you…"
He couldn't believe that his life would end. A stiff hand didn't know where the power came from and grabbed Ding Ning's clothes.
"It's very strange why I will kill you without keeping my faith, right?"
Ding Ning looked at his gradual enlargement of the eyes, whispered: "He is the most talented person in the world, so you think that the disciples under his door will also be trustworthy."
"Unfortunately, he is already dead. The one under his door can still be used now?"
Ding Ning quietly opened the finger of Song Shenshu, and then said.
Song Shenshu heard this sentence, he felt the anger of being deceived, but in the next moment, he only heard the strange sound in his throat.
That is his last breath.
He died with endless regrets.