How do you feel?"

Dawn has not arrived.

The room was pitch black and the lights were faintly lit.

Ning Yi looked at Jing Ning lying on the bed, this young man... his performance in the desert just now.

Better than I thought.

If Jing Ning retreated and was cowardly, Ning Yi would not really let Zhonghu kill the young man. He might be very disappointed with Aning and threw him back to the inn. As for Zhonghu... a big man from the Eagle Society sounded very impressive, but in fact he was not taken seriously by Ning Yi. Ning Yi was too lazy to pay attention to this kind of garbage. The result of being extremely disappointed with Jing Ning was to leave here directly, so whether it was the inn, the Eagle Society, or the Oasis, Ning Yi left it directly, and these things were considered to have never happened.

But now it's different.

Things have changed subtly.

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...

Ning Yi raised one hand and hovered three feet above Jing Ning's forehead.

The brilliance of the new word scroll lit up in the narrow pavilion.

"It feels...is not bad." Aning cursed and said, "Ha...haha, I just don't know what my father would react to seeing me like this."

Jing Ning's laughter,

His voice suddenly stopped.

The boy's expression became very strange.

The hand that Ning Yi hung above his forehead slowly pressed down, and the palm burst out with a soft light as light as a lake, like a stone dripping into the sea of ​​divine...splashing thousands of waves.

This is also the first time Jing Ning sensed the existence of the "Sea of ​​God".

This feeling is like enlightenment.

It turned out that he had everything on his body, like doors after door, but he had never noticed it, and the moment Ning Yi pressed his palm on his forehead... all the doors were opened.

Jing Ning, who was lying on the bed, had wide pupils. He sensed this mysterious power. At first, it was like a stream, but gradually it was like rolling thunder behind it, flowing in his limbs, rolling, noisy, boiling---

"This is?"

Jing Ning's throat was hoarse and he stared at Ning Yi in disbelief.

Ning Yi said lightly: "Starlight."

New word book to heal Jing Ning.

The mountain script draws on the few starlight in the desert, slowly wandering through Aning's meridians like spring water blowing through willows.

"Mr. Ning...you..." An Ning suddenly had a bold idea in his mind.

He wanted to say, can you teach me how to practice?

The lights swayed, and he saw Ning Yi's expressionless face, which looked pale and gloomy in the fire.

Like the underworld king of hell.

"Hmm?" Ning Yi snorted coldly.

Jing Ning's heart trembled and she swallowed the words she was about to speak.

Cowardly.

He didn't dare. Mr. Ning looked trembling when he smiled, and he was particularly strict without laughing.

Jing Ning suddenly thought of something... There are so many mountains in the East, and the mountain of death is considered a well-known one. Behind everyone are the five disasters and ten disasters of Liuli Mountain. The tall and high demons are commanding one side respectively. Mr. Ning doesn't care about the mountain of death at all, as if he doesn't even care about the "dust disaster" behind the mountain of death...

Could it be that Mr. Ning is also a big devil?

Once this idea was formed, Jing Ning could no longer calm down. This thought lingered. The more he looked at Ning Yi, the more he felt that the other party was an unforgivable Eastern Realm devil.

Thinking of Ning Yi’s opening remarks before.

"Don't worry...I'm not a bad guy."

"Of course, I'm not a good person either."

Jing Ning shivered.

"Don't move."

Ning Yi pressed one hand on the boy's forehead, and he said lightly: "If you don't want your father to see your bruised nose and swollen face, just lie here for an hour."

Jing Ning was stunned.

"And..." Ning Yi raised his face, stretched out his other hand, pointed to the small stove in the corner of the room, with a pot of medicinal materials on it, and was emitting faint white smoke, filled with bitter taste.

"Drink this pot of medicine after getting up."

Jing Ning blinked, and he looked at Ning Yi and immediately realized that Mr. Ning was also quite warm when he didn't seem to be smiling.

After explaining these things, Ning Yi and Pei Lingsu left the room.

Jing Ning's consciousness was drowsy and fell into a state of half sleep and half awake.

The injuries he suffered were not serious, and the new word volume could easily heal him.

After an hour, he will wake up.

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...

Flying swords hung in the air, a man and a woman hugged each other in front and behind.

The girl hugged Ning Yi's waist from behind, closed her eyes and muttered, "Why teach a child to kill someone?"

Ning Yi whispered: "It's inevitable... In the East Realm, being a good person will only die early."

The girl remained silent and nodded slightly, as if she had agreed with Ning Yi's idea.

People are bullied by others.

Especially in the East Realm, devils are rampant and evil people are rampant.

"Actually, there is another reason... This young man named Jing Ning has a 'chirgy' in his heart."

Ning Yi paused and chuckled softly: "He is not very different from me. I am a self-protection person and rarely stand up and speak out. I just want to live a good life and the people around me. People with 'chirgy' will stand up and say something to others."

"Can you see this?" the girl smiled and said, "But she's just meeting her."

"You can see it... from his eyes."

Ning Yi was a little dazed.

He whispered: "Xu Zang is actually such a person, but he slowly learned to 'disguise' himself, but his eyes couldn't deceive people. When he drew his sword, he was like an angry lion, and he was definitely not just drawing a sword for himself."

Ning Yi shook his head and said, "They all said that I am the next Xu Zang... Actually, I am really not. I am different from Xu Zang, at least now, I am not the same. I am not as brave as my senior brother. I chose to avoid some things."

The girl vaguely guessed what Ning Yi was talking about.

Ning Yi stretched out a hand behind, held Pei Lingsu's palm with his back hand, and linked his fingers. He smiled gently and said, "I want to tell you a secret that has been hidden for a long time..."

Above the flying sword, waves of light spread out.

The moonlight in the desert paved flat and fell three feet above Ning Yi's head, and it seemed as if it had encountered resistance and turned into a thin layer of veil, like a silver canopy.

The power of the "Bone Plain" spreads out in the desert.

Ning Yi looked solemn, raised one hand and accurately controlled the power of the "Bone Flute". With his current strength, he was enough to control the secret treasure of the sword holder. If he had poor control, he might be afraid that the power of the White Bone Plain would flood all the radius of a mile, which would not turn the world upside down, but it would definitely attract the attention of others.

When Pei Lingsu felt this surging power, he couldn't help but exclaim, and raised his hand to cover his lips.

She looked at Ning Yi in surprise.

The flying sword swept into the sand.

Two people fell to the ground.

Ning Yi slowly raised one hand, and countless lights gathered towards the raised palm. The rumbling sound was like a stream of water, but under Ning Yi's control, it was limited to the sandy land within a radius of dozens of feet.

The sword energy cave sky opened immediately.

This is the first time Ning Yi has unveiled this scroll of pictures to others without reservation.

He looked at the girl with sincere eyes and a little apology.

"This is... the world of 'Swordholder'."

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...

At a very early age, Ning Yi learned about the existence of the "Sword Holder" and was confused.

Become no longer immature.

He knew very well the weight of this secret.

What is more clear is the huge "danger" behind this secret.

In the back mountain of Shushan, the girl and herself had almost died once... The existence of shadows in this world is unpredictable, and there is no trace of it. Even the old senior Ye Changfeng can give guidance that is not enough to make Ning Yi let go of his guard.
To be continued...