(The arithmetic at the end of the previous chapter was miscalculated, and both six and seven were counted incorrectly, so it's no wonder that I studied math in college for nothing.) Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info previous chapter has been changed)

The door to the last warehouse opened.

A puff of dust fell from the crack in the door, and there was the sound of a creepy crawler rushing through.

All the warehouses before, even if they were stacked extremely messy, but because of the relationship between heaven and earth, because of the natural brilliance of those spars and jades, they would all look magnificent.

However, this warehouse was not expected by anyone.

When the warehouse door opened, there was no brilliance coming through, only a gloomy atmosphere, the smell of mildew that had not been opened for many years.

It's no different from opening an abandoned warehouse that hasn't been used for years.

Before the sunlight penetrated into this warehouse, Ding Ning and the others had already seen clearly that there were no wooden shelves in this warehouse, only raised mounds of soil, like graves.

Such a picture naturally makes people feel that there is a strange atmosphere breeding.

And just as the perception was probing into these mounds, Ding Ning felt a certain familiar taste.

There was a thud.

A terrifying killing intent surged from the top of this warehouse without warning, and countless subtle starlight quickly gathered together, turning into a cold net, sweeping towards Ding Ning.

Every subtle starlight is like containing countless turbulent waves.

There was an independent prohibition in this treasury, and it seemed to be even stronger than the prohibition from the Great Shadow Dynasty outside.

Ding Ning narrowed his eyes slightly.

He just reached out with an unusually simple stroke.

The sword light of the Great Torture Sword flashed in front of him, and then a crystal crack appeared in the space in front of him, as if this sword directly cut through the space.

Those starlights fell into the crystalline cracks, and instantly scattered, like starlight turning into stars, returning to the starry sky.

Ding Ning's gaze flickered violently, and then he took a step back.

"How?"

Eldest Sun Qianxue looked at him in shock and worry, she knew very well what kind of realm Ding Ning was now, especially after he directly used the Great Punishment Sword, such a step back represented an unusual significance.

"It's something that's important to her. ”

Ding Ning was silent for a moment, looked at her and said.

The true yuan in his body did not fluctuate much, Fang Cai's step back was not because of the power collision, but because those starlights contained a strong will, if he didn't show weakness, those broken starlights would probably instead stir up and produce more violent vitality fluctuations, maybe it would completely destroy this storehouse.

Lin Zhujiu's face also became solemn.

He is very familiar with the taste of these starlights, Jiaodong County and even Bashan Sword Field, except for Zheng Sleeve, no one can communicate with the cold starry sky and lead that kind of starlight to the ground. The will in this starlight is, of course, the will of Zheng Sleeve.

Just the breath of this moment of hand-to-hand exchange made him sure that this warehouse was different from all the previous warehouses, this warehouse was not something that Jiaodong County was fighting for the world, but Zheng Sleeve's own secret, which she needed or sealed.

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

When their perception penetrated deep into the storeroom, they quickly got the answer.

These mounds, large and small, are indeed graves.

In these mounds, there were rotten bones, and in one mound was the bones of a dog, and then in the mound, there was the bones of a strange beast, and then there were the bones of some children, male or female, growing in age, and finally the bones of the cultivators, the bones of young girls and young men.

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

These things are buried in this warehouse, which seems to be extremely weird and bizarre, but when the perceptions of everyone here are swept one by one, when the pictures of these things appear in their minds one by one, even the eldest grandson Qianxue, who doesn't like to think the most, these pictures in his mind are also clearly connected together, and they are connected to the footprints of Zheng Sleeve's life.

She seemed to see Zheng Sleeve grow up carefree in his childhood, riding a wooden horse, holding a rattle that all children in Changling would have, and some playthings made of blades of grass, but these things were soon replaced by swords.

She saw Zheng Sleeve kill her favorite companions with her own hands, starting with dogs, young beasts, mounts, and then partners, partners who practiced together, and finally fought in the battle to kill each other.

In the bones of the last few girls and teenagers, there was a similar aura to hers, and this aura not only came from the cultivation exercises, but also from similar bloodlines.

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

The eldest grandson Qianxue is naturally the person who hates Zheng Sleeve the most, but at this time, these pictures continue to appear in her mind, she seems to see Zheng Sleeve walking out of Jiaodong County in blood, and for a while, the emotions in her heart are extremely complicated, and she even doesn't understand what kind of emotions she is.

Ding Ning also sensed silently, and when his perception left the jar of wine in the last mound, he took a deep breath, slowly raised his head, and said, "That jar of wine was brewed by me when I was in Changling. ”

"Alcohol can make people forget their tiredness, they can also warm up their bodies, and they can also make people forget a lot of unhappiness. ”

"So for many years when we first entered Changling, we would drink after a lot of battles, especially after hearing that we had lost some of our friends. ”

"It's just that I don't make much wine by myself, because I don't have much leisure, and I don't have much time when I'm in a good mood. After sake brewing, there is often an agreement with each other about what will be done, or when and with whom to drink. ”

Ding Ning looked at Lin Zhujiu and the eldest grandson Qianxue, he didn't hide any of his low or painful emotions, and then continued: "It's like she's buried all her past... But no matter how it was, no matter how it was. No matter how many reasons there are, or reasons worthy of being sympathetic. It is not right to treat friends like this, and to treat friends sincerely. ”

"I'm relieved to hear you say that. Lin Zhujiu smiled faintly, "It doesn't matter if it's right or wrong, I'm just worried that the things here are also deliberately arranged by her, so that one day you will walk in here, and then these things just make you weak." Someone like her, as long as you have a little weakness in your sword intent in the face of her, she can kill you. ”

"When I entered Changling and wanted to enter the palace, I didn't want to dwell on right and wrong, but to kill her. ”

Ding Ning shook his head, "It's just that I didn't expect so many people to come to Changling, and the sword intent was never weak, but it didn't succeed after all." Otherwise, Yan Xinlan and the others would not have died in battle. ”