v4 Chapter 35： She finally came to the ink garden

After the Battle of Luohe, she had already severed the connection with the sword of the life, and naturally determined that the sword had been destroyed and became a smashing iron.

However, at that moment, she was suddenly exposed to the breath of her own sword.

The practitioner and his own sword have a wonderful connection. In her body, she immediately resonated with her vitality, thus perceiving the existence of her own sword.

However, this feeling only existed for a very short moment, and she was cut off by herself.

The lost sword of the life resonates again, only because her sword of life has been controlled.

As long as it is controlled, the connection between the sword and her will most likely allow the controller to perceive her existence and even capture the general orientation of her.

So even if she had a craving for this sword, it was difficult to describe it with words. However, at that moment, she was absolutely determined to cut off the connection with Ben Sword.

Do not say that the strong man broke his wrist, even if it is a life-threatening, Zhao Jian furnace people have no lack of such courage, but for the practitioners of Zhao Jian furnace, the sword is both a life, a sword that is lost, as long as there is still the world, you must find it yourself.

The wok floats in the blazing flame, and the fish soup inside is instantly dried, and the fish is roasted into coke, giving off an unpleasant smell.

Zhao Si was unaware of it and looked back at Changling.

At the moment of the talent, she can at least perceive her sword in the Changling.

In the depths of the Changling Imperial Palace, the clean light is gently sprinkled from the patio in the refraction of the crystal, shining on the pool of Ling Lian, and the spirit is awkward, which seems to be completely different from the human world.

The perfect face is not like the human eye of Zheng Shou’s eyes. It also produces an unspeakable rhythm. Even the Linglian in front of her seems to tremble with fear.

Her brows were deeply wrinkled.

In the perception, the sword of the Zhao Jian furnace still wanders in the endless sky, always wrapped in the pale sparks, forced to accept the quenching and change.

She is just a normal practice, and she does not want to deliberately seek the existence of Zhao Si through this sword.

She did not want anyone to know that the sword fell in her hands, including Zhao Si.

Zhao Si’s reaction was also extremely decisive, so she could not even be sure that this sword and Zhao Si had a moment of contact, but she clearly felt a strange atmosphere.

She once again clearly felt that the air machine during the cultivation had a subtle disturbance to the heaven and earth that she was exposed to during her practice.

The continuation of the **** of the gods has always been the most mysterious and powerful method of the sword of the mountain. She also knows that the **** of the heavens is powerful, but she does not know what the content of the **** is, and in any subconscious of the practitioners, It is impossible for God to be comprehended quickly, so she has never linked such a change to the wine shop boy.

She only vaguely felt that Changling had a practitioner who practiced unique techniques.

And this practitioner... made her very unhappy.

......

A letter was sent by Yushan Jianzong and eventually fell into a room in the Changling Guanzhong Hall.

A master of the master looked at the old shopkeeper and almost did not hesitate to sign the imprint of the imprint, suddenly it was somewhat difficult to understand, could not help but frown and asked: "The young master this letter is of great importance, the big treasurer, do you not? Need to ask the lord?"

The old-fashioned old treasurer was very calm and did not rush to answer the words, first steadily took the seal, and then took out a few red posts.

Looking at the slightly burnt ones of the red posts, the cautious master changed his face completely, and even the voice changed a bit. "The treasurer is this..."

"The prince has already been specifically accounted for, and the first thing about Ding Ning is the most important thing for Xie's family. Therefore, this does not have anything to do with the meaning of the young master." The old treasurer signaled the master to grind his ink and said: " This is what the lord meant. Both the lord and the Xie family owe him the kindness."

The master stayed.

The old treasurer couldn’t help but look up and smiled. Then he said, “The young master did not enter the top ten in the Shaoshan sword meeting, but he defeated the youngest master Shen Jia’s former leader in the previous ranking. And now I can still stay in the Lushan Jianzong. Missy is directly into the top ten of the Shushan Swords Club. How many years have we not done in our Guanzhong? Which one is not a child of Houmen, or a son of a military general?"

After the meal, the smile of this old treasurer is even more proud: "This time, the Shushan sword meeting, which Guanzhong people do not have light on their faces? This time I thanked the family for asking them to work together, which one would not help?"

Master took a deep breath and wanted to say anything more.

The old treasurer looked at him very deeply, and sighed: "The business has its own profit and loss, whether it is a loss or a profit, the final thing is the face, the reputation, the number of people who support, the knowledge of the newspapers do If you can't do business for a long time, why bother to pay attention to the gains and losses?"

"You are right."

The master suddenly woke up, respectfully bowed to the ceremony, and then began to grind.

......

A black dome, such as an umbrella-covered carriage, slowly marched in the streets of Changling and sailed to Zhoujia Moyuan.

Looking at the carriage, even the officers of the Supervisor who were in charge of the police in the black are not understandable. Why do you have to contact the ink garden in just a few days? ?

The black carriage suddenly stopped when there were more than ten feet from the gate of the ink garden.

A handsome-looking black-clothed Supervisor official approached the side of the carriage and slammed into the carriage and said with a very low and fast voice: "Before half an hour, Guan Zhong Xie Jia sent a tail The letter, asking for help from the major chambers of commerce in Guanzhong, asked the major chambers of commerce in the Guanzhong to help acquire the two drugs, Tianzhiluo and Stellera chamaejasme. Tianmolu greatly invigorated the spirit of the practitioners, and improved the blood flow of the practitioners in a short time, but the amount was illusory. Stellera chamaejeon is a poisonous thing, and the blood is too prosperous, it is easy to produce sores, and both inside and outside are defeated."

"I don't want to listen to these nonsense." The clear sound of the carriage in the carriage is cold and cold and contains a powerful power. "You should understand what I want to know."

The young Supervisor of the Supervisor suddenly made a slight sweat on his forehead, and he was even more respectful: "I only found that Xie Changsheng had sent a letter from Shaoshan Jianzong. The specific deeper reasons are still being traced."

"Go."

Two words were sent out in the carriage.

The black carriage continued to move toward the gate of the ink garden, and the young supervisor of the Supervisor was suddenly stunned and walked away with a low head.

No one is blocking.

The Shao murderer, who was still sitting on the bamboo mat, didn't even lift his eyelids.

When the black carriage passed through the outer garden and approached the small courtyard where Ding Ning lived, the curtain of the door swayed silently.

In the white night, she was quietly sitting in the carriage. She looked at the quiet ink garden in front of her eyes, but her eyes were infinitely emotional.

Although it is only a descendant, it is finally to say goodbye.