v8 Chapter 62： weak

(The calculations at the end of the previous chapter are wrong, and the numbers in the sixth and seventh are wrong. No wonder I am a mathematics university. I have made changes in the previous chapter.)

The door to the last warehouse opened.

A year of dust fell from the cracks in the door, and the sound of the tiny reptiles quickly passed.

All the warehouses before, even if they are piled up very messy, but because of the relationship between heaven and earth, because of the natural Huaguang of the spar jade, it will look magnificent.

However, this warehouse made everyone think of it.

When the warehouse door is opened, there is no brilliance, only a gloomy smell, and the mildew smell after opening for many years.

This feeling is not different from opening an abandoned warehouse that has not been used for many years.

Despite waiting for the sun to penetrate the warehouse, Ding Ning and others have already seen that there is no wooden frame in this warehouse, only a pile of mounds, like a grave.

This kind of picture naturally makes people feel that there is a strange atmosphere.

And when I was tempted to explore these mounds, Ding Ning felt a familiar taste.

The bang banged.

There was no sign of a terrible killing at the top of this warehouse. There were countless subtle stars that quickly gathered together and turned into a cold net, swept toward Ding Ning.

Every tiny starlight is like a lot of turbulent waves.

There was an independent ban in this warehouse, and it seemed to be stronger than the ban on the outside.

Ding Ning slightly narrowed his eyes.

He just made a simple stroke.

The Jianguang of the Sinian Sword flashed in front of him, and then a crystal crack appeared in the space ahead, just like this sword directly cut the space.

Those stars fall into the cracks of the crystal, and they are scattered in an instant, like a star-shaped star, returning to the stars.

Ding Ning's eyes flashed abruptly, then he stepped back.

"how?"

The long-term Sun Xuexue was shocked and worried to look at him. She was very clear about the current state of Ding Ning, especially after he directly used the torture sword. This step backwards represents an unusual meaning.

"The things inside are very important to her."

Ding Ning was silent for a moment, watching her say.

The real elements in his body are not fluctuating very much. It is not because of the force collision, but because of the strong will in the stars. If he does not show the weak, those broken stars will probably instead If you stir up and produce more violent fluctuations, you may completely damage this warehouse.

The face of the boiled wine is also dignified.

The taste of these stars is very familiar to him. Jiaodong County and even the Bashan sword field, except for Zheng sleeve, no one can communicate the cold starry sky and lead the starlight. The will in this starlight is of course the will of Zheng Shou.

Just the breath of this moment, let him be sure that this warehouse is different from all the previous warehouses. This warehouse is not the thing that Jiaodong County is vying for in the world, but the secret of Zheng sleeves, which she needs. Or something that is sealed.

The practitioner's perception is more accurate than what the gaze sees.

When their perception went deep into the warehouse, they quickly got the answer.

This large and small mound is indeed a grave.

In these mounds, there are decaying bones, there is a bone in the mound, and then there is another bone in the mound, and then there are some children’s bones, or male or female, age. In turn, the last few belong to the body of the practitioner, the bones of the girl and the teenager.

In addition to these bones, there are many miscellaneous things buried in the mound, there are children's playthings, unfinished paintings, some letterheads, and the last mound is the smallest, with a jar of wine inside.

These things are buried in this warehouse. It seems strange and bizarre. However, when the feelings of all people here are swept one by one, the pictures of these things appear one by one in the mind, even the most unloving grandchildren, the snow, the mind The pictures in these are also clearly connected, and the connection has become the footprint of Zheng Shou’s life.

She seems to see Zheng sleeves grow carefree in their childhood, the rider Trojan, the rattles that children in Changling have in their hands, and some playthings made by grass blades, but these things are quickly replaced with swords.

She saw Zheng sleeves killing her favorite, accompanied by her partners, from dogs, cubs, mounts, and then partners, together with the practice of partners, and eventually fight in the battle for mutual killing.

In the bones of the last few girls and teenagers, there is a similar breath to her. This kind of breath comes not only from the practice of practice, but also similar blood.

In other words, these girls and teenagers should be her brothers and sisters, and they practice the same exercises as her.

The long-term Sunshine is naturally the person who hates Zheng sleeves. However, at this time, these pictures appear continuously in her mind. She seems to see Zheng sleeves from the blood of Jiaodong County. For a time, the emotions in her heart are extremely complicated. Some even don't understand what emotions they are.

Ding Ning also felt silently. When his perception left the wine in the last mound, he took a deep breath and slowly raised his head and said: "That wine was in Changling. I personally brewed it."

"The wine can make people forget the fatigue, but also warm the body, but also make people forget a lot of unhappiness."

"So in the many years since I first entered Changling, after a lot of fighting, especially after hearing about losing some friends, we will all drink."

“There are not a lot of wines to be brewed by hand, because there are not many leisure time, and there are not many people when they are in a good mood. After the winemaking, they often agree with each other, what will happen, or when they will drink together.”

Ding Ning looked at Lin Boiled Wine and Long Sunshine Snow. He did not hide any low or painful emotions of his own, and then went on to say: "She is like burying all her past... but no matter what the past, no matter what the past. No matter what." There are many reasons, or reasons to be sympathized. It is not right to treat friends and treat the true heart of friends."

"Listen to what you said, I will rest assured." Lin boiled a faint smile. "It doesn't matter if you are right or wrong. I just worry that the things here are also deliberately arranged so that you will walk into it someday, then these Things just make you weak. Like someone like her, as long as you face her with a weak sword, she can kill you."

"In the year when Changling wanted to enter the palace, it was not right or wrong, but to kill her."

Ding Ning shook his head. "I just thought that there were so many people coming to Changling. The swordsmanship was not weak but it was not successful. Otherwise, they would not die in battle."

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