v4 Chapter 10： wake

What is truly ruthless is time. ○

The sun shone across the Changling, and each dilapidated courtyard was plated with a layer of gold.

The vast majority of the people in Changling began to hear that the shock last night came from the hand of the big singer who had sang in the city of Changling, from the panic of the middle of the night to the calmness. At this time, the news of the Songshan sword meeting It also began to spread throughout the city of Changling.

Numerous unbelievable exclamations and sighs sounded at different moments in different corners of Changling.

The probability that the name "Ding Ning" sounded in Changling City on this day far exceeds the "White Mountain Water". This ordinary boy who was still in the Wutong fall last year miraculously became the first name of the Shaoshan Sword Society. It is too legendary. Especially for his origins, it is even more exciting for people in Changling Street.

The secluded phoenix trees in the past were full of people, and countless horses and horses were blocked by the main roads outside. Many people rushed to see how this lane was different from other streets, how could they raise such a monster.

Prior to this, the entire Changling, the entire Daqin dynasty had only two real monsters, net glaze and boutonniere. However, now the entire Changling, soon the entire Daqin dynasty, the whole world knows that there is one more Ding Ning.

The streets and lanes are noisy, but the wine shop that locks the door is still cold.

The ground was covered with thick dust that had been shaken up last night. In the sound of the door and the eager breath, the dust in the hall floated, making everything inside even more bleak.

In the backyard bedroom, the long-haired Sun Xue silently sat on the edge of the bed, and the long eyelashes gently twitched.

Even though the news of Ding Ning’s victory has already arrived, she does not know the life and death of Bai Shanshui. I don’t know whether Bai Shanshui’s last night’s walking through the phoenix will cause a fatal danger to himself.

Ding Ning does not return here, she can not feel at ease.

Deep in the cold palace, the face of the Queen who stayed up all night seems to be still perfect, without any tiredness, and can not see any emotions of peace and day.

She just wrote the letter by hand, and then handed it over to a palace lady standing next to her, calmly saying: "The person brought Zhang Yi."

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"I heard that there were two very powerful flying swords in the countryside of Changling last night. One sword can reach dozens of flying swords. I don't know how to compare you?"

"After the ruins of the four realms, who can defeat the five realms, you said that I can win him in the future?"

A handsome teenager in an ordinary linen is talking.

The position where he stood was the edge of a cliff. In front of him, except for the faint clouds, it was a void. Only a yellowish sessile sword floated in front of him, shaking with his breath. The breath on the sword has a wonderful rhythm, as if it has a unique life.

There are no other people around, so he is talking to his flying sword.

Seeing his demeanor is not a whim, but he is used to talking to his flying sword.

Even if the flying sword seems to have life, it is also a dead thing that cannot be opened. It is often lonely when talking to its flying sword.

However, true geniuses are often lonely.

The sun is falling over the Changling, but there are still many corners in the Changling.

Under the canopy of the sky, the fish market with ghosts and shadows has a sound like a song, and several black bamboos sway along the shaded threshold.

"In fact, the Queen's coldness is not just about killing people by knife."

The face is gentle, and the tone is also extremely gentle. The woman in the red shirt hangs her head slightly and whispers to the old man in black. "The coldest thing she is, and the best thing to do is to strip the people you care about from you." ""

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This night, some people in Changling are happy, some people are sad, and some people just woke up.

Xie Changsheng opened his eyes with difficulty.

He felt that the outside world was very glaring, and then he felt the heat, and then understood that it was the sunshine that made him feel dazzling.

He is sure that he is alive.

Then he couldn't help but laugh.

He didn't have much strength, but he used all of this strength to laugh out loud.

Lushan Jianzong did not look at him and died.

He is still alive, this is his victory.

"This kind of heavy injury still dares to laugh like this, and is not afraid of falling apart."

A sarcasm was introduced into his ear.

Xie Changsheng didn't even see the scenery around him. He didn't see the sound of the person naturally, but he didn't care about it: "The wound will not die."

The person who made the noise suddenly seemed to be unable to refute his sentence.

Xie Changsheng stunned his eyes and slowly saw that he was in a blue house.

The ground and walls are all cyan, but they are no longer pure sapphire.

So he couldn't help but dismissively touched the lower corner of his mouth, saying: "The jade is the road, the jade is the temple, and I think that the sword of the mountain is really rich, and it turns out that the outer facade is decorated to the extreme, but it is all inside. It’s just a bluestone with similar color."

"Fu Jia is rich, and seeing everything with copper money."

Listening to the more sardonic voice, Xie Changsheng reluctantly deflected some of his heads, but it was a glimpse.

He saw a girl standing in the doorway and looking at himself with a cold face, and then he immediately remembered that the girl was a net glaze that had previously made her self-defeating.

"Weird." He snorted for a moment and couldn't help but snorted.

The net glass looked at him and said: "What is strange."

Xie Changsheng hesitated a bit and said honestly: "I seemed to be afraid of you before, but now I don't seem to be afraid."

The net glass brow is slightly wrinkled: "What do you mean?"

Xie Changsheng laughed: "I should have died once, I am so scared. And when I want to come, I have a gamble with Lushan Jianzong, and the gambling sword will not let me die. Now I gambled and won, I have won the entire Lushan Jianzong, of course, I will not be afraid of your genius of Lushan Jianzong."

The corner of the net glass reveals a mocking sneer and turns around. "The stupid idea of ​​self-comfort."

Xie Changsheng was not angry. Looking at her back, she suddenly remembered something important and cried: "Is the Shushan sword meeting over?"

The footsteps of the net glass are slightly over, "It's over."

Xie Changsheng is slightly stiff, "Who is the first."

There is no nonsense in the net glazed head: "Ding Ning."

Xie Changsheng stayed.

"Ha ha ha ha..."

In the next moment, he once again used up his strength to laugh out loud.

The net glass did not look back, and her brows wrinkled deep again.

In the face of such a foolish and unhappy brother, she seems to have no reason to be angry.

Nearly the same time, there are still people in Changling City who are waking up.

Liang Liang is waking up.

In fact, he is not really unconscious, but the Wuji sword he has repaired has a unique skill of raising a sword. In the state of others who seem to be in a coma, he can use this method to suppress and repair the injuries in the body.

At this time, the time for such healing is not enough. He should also be fainted for a little longer.

However, he knew that he had to wake up in advance, even if he left many hidden wounds that were difficult to heal, he had to wake up in advance.

In the hunting slogan of the battle flag, he woke up in the Chinese military camp and opened his eyes.

It’s just different in peace day. In the camp of the Chinese army, even at the door, there is not even a sergeant with a sword guard.

At about the same time, Ding Ning was waking up in a room not far from Xie Changsheng.

(The number of words is slightly less. After the sword is over, there are more time to think about the arrangement of the next plot. There is no way to do it. If you want to write more delicately, you must think more than the time of typing. The number of words tomorrow will be more.)