Those pictures about swords began to be arranged and combined in Ning Shi's spiritual sea, overlapping and connected, and the pictures were intertwined into lines, and the lines dissolved into a sword heart.

Ning Shi stared at these pictures, quietly, staring intently, and then raised his hand and gently played with the edges of the pictures, these are all my aunt's memories. It was the first time he had spied on his aunt's life so really, and it turned out that there was really only a sword.

Dreams are blurred.

When you close your eyes, it's dark, and when you open your eyes, the stars shine.

There is a small transparent sword on the center line of the thirty-six pregnancy points, the heart of the sword is transparent, and the whole body is red. The two realms letter sword can go two ways, one is pregnant, and the other is to cultivate the sword heart and condense the sword.

Ning Shi opened the thirty-sixth pregnancy point when he dreamed of his aunt last time, and this time he dreamed that his aunt had condensed the sword heart again.

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, seven-grade sword heart, has been regarded as the first grade.

This feeling was beautiful and shocking, and he even felt that the stars in the night sky were connected to the sword heart in his body.

At this time, Ning Shi still maintained the posture of holding the wooden box in his arms, closing his eyes, forgetting about things and me. The dust in the lobby of the entire Changle Inn seemed to have encountered ferromagnetism, and it swung into the air in one fell swoop, and the sword qi that could not be seen by the naked eye slowly rotated around the dust.

Dust, like dancing moths.

It's late at night.

Some people sleep deeply, and naturally some people sleep lightly.

Spring Night was the first to open his eyes, straightened up suddenly, looked at the room where Ning Shi was, and muttered to himself: "What a rich sword qi! I remember that the elders of the clan said that this road is not easy to walk, do you want to persuade Brother Ning?"

The Vermilion Bird Gate is the highest gate in the entire divine capital, and there is a lame fat cat lying on the stone pillar, which was originally napping, but the starlight above his head suddenly brightened, and an invisible sword qi that was not too strong pierced an inn and pierced the sky.

The fat cat was a little surprised, it recognized the breath: "From a young man, very good sword cultivation, very talented." ”

Meowed, the cat's tail whiskered, the fat cat couldn't bear it, and crossed along the eaves: "Such a good seedling, you can't let the cows, ghosts, snakes and gods in Luoyang City harass, the wontons are so delicious, they are definitely not bad people, bad people can't attract starlight." ”

And the fat cat was quite admirable: "The second realm dares to double cultivate the acupoint and the sword, either stupid or extremely confident, let go of the smooth road, have to go all the way, and find abuse for yourself." ”

When I wake up.

The painting has finally come to an end.

The wooden box that carried Meng Bajiu's memories suddenly began to tremble violently!

The wooden sword carved by Ning Shi himself, trembling with this tremor, the sword body made of iron and wood already had a lot of gaps, and the more it shook, the bigger the gap, and finally it was shattered.

The wooden box also began to dismember, each piece of wood floated in the air, the fragments of ironwood and the fragments of the wooden box first tentatively touched, and then tangled together, and in the sword qi, a new wooden sword slowly took shape.

The sword is still the same as before, but the color has become dark all over, exactly the same color as the wooden box left by Meng Bajiu, and there are some more strange patterns on the sword.

The next moment.

Ning Shi opened his eyes.

At first glance, the sword qi was rampant, and the wooden sword fell directly into the palm of his hand, and without the slightest movement, the dust and moths floating in the room were shattered by the sword qi.

This sword is like winter rain breaking through the night.

The sword is not the front sword.

The move is not a precursor.

This should be the sword three that Ning Shi wants, like winter and rain, like cold......

Sword three.

Winter rain is cool.

Completed in a dream.

The fat cat who had just crossed to the eaves of the Changle Inn was slightly swayed by his frightened beard: "This sword, this son, can carry the sword flag of the four seas!"

......

On the twelfth day of the lunar month, it is slightly cold and slightly cold.

Buying an inn has wasted a day, and Ning Shi promised Li Tianyi to engrave 200,000 names on Chinese New Year's Eve, and if he dares to respond, he will do what he says. Changle Inn bought it, naturally it was going to open, and Ning Shi also gave Ye Qingniao six people a deadline, and it was properly arranged before Chinese New Year's Eve.

Suishan is located in the north of the divine capital, not too high, but faintly has the appearance of a dragon vein, Ning Shi carried his new sword, carrying a box of books and entered the mountain.

The map left behind by the curtains marks the entrance and the location of the carved stone.

In the middle of winter, the pine and cypress on the mountain are evergreen, lush, although there is frost and dew, there is a different flavor. It is said that the imperial mausoleum is important, and ordinary people can't easily enter it, but I don't know what Xu curtain moved, and walked over according to this picture, but he didn't encounter the slightest obstacle.

The pines and cypresses are shady, the deeper and deeper you go, the quieter and quieter you go, and the road under your feet begins to become winding.

The more he walked towards the mountain, the heavier Ning Shi's mood became, this is the tomb of the emperor of the Tang Kingdom, representing the spirit of the entire Tang Kingdom.

Strange rocks are everywhere, strange rocks are towering, but there is no sound of birds chirping.

Ning Shi wandered in the Sui Mountains without hurry, staring at the map and wandering, and then wandered away. It's really lost.,He's crazy about the road.,The more serious you are, the more you'll make mistakes.,Obviously it's very good at drawing.,But the map can't be understood.。

The more and more pines and cypresses walked, but they couldn't reach the destination on the map.

Go out at dawn.

The sun climbed over the mountainside, Ning Shi was still wandering in the Sui Mountain, the most amazing thing was that he didn't feel that he was wrong, he was still staring at the map very seriously to find the route, his fingers grasping the map, his eyes sometimes raised and sometimes fell, and his mouth was full of words.

The trouble of getting lost is a problem.

There was the sound of running water in my ears.

Ning Shi looked up and saw a silver waterfall, pouring out from a white cliff, and the waterfall flowed straight down into a white stream, smashing into a small lake at the bottom of the cliff. The water of the lake is clear, the water splashes in all directions, and the white practice becomes a hundred splashes.

There was a faint mist on his cheeks, which was cold.

Ning Shi shrunk his neck, flipped the bookcase behind him, tightened the new sword in his palm, and muttered, "It seems to be on the wrong path?"

"I'm a little hungry. ”

"Will there be winter fish in the lake?"

Take a few steps forward, walk to the lake, and look down to see if there are any fish in the lake.

"Poof!"

A splash flew out of the lake and slammed directly into the waterfall that flowed down, intersecting the waterfall with a fist, an arm, and a man.

The man was bare-chested, wearing a pair of brocade trousers, and his black hair was slightly long, covering his eyes.

The fist smashed into the waterfall, and the waterfall was split into a white flower, and one punch was followed by another, and one punch after another.

A fight with Ning Shi to practice swords, this person practices boxing, has no distractions, is stubborn, and has achievements, the lingering qi is the way of the young man's faith, Ning Shi is the letter of the sword, this young man is the letter of the fist.

Ning Shi looked at the young man and confirmed again: "I am indeed lost." ”

Thinking slightly: "It is definitely impossible to reach the destination on your own, and you need help." ”

There was just someone in front of him: "Then wait." ”