Ye Jiannan didn't know what it meant to officially enter the Moyuan after sunrise.

However, Ding Ning knew.

When he knew that Dan Tai Guanjian was here, he took a shower and changed into a clean new dress, and then quietly waited for the sunrise.

The reason why he is so solemn is that this big event is bigger than anyone else for him.

This means his new life.

From the first day he started practicing in Changling City, he had to obtain the Succession of the Heavenly God Art of Minshan Sword Sect, otherwise everything would be meaningless, and the only thing waiting for him would be death.

The Suotian Divine Art is the highest unique skill of the Minshan Sword Sect and a symbol of the entire sect. With a certain sacred meaning, such a skill is given to a disciple to learn. How could such a skill be as sneaky as a mouse crossing the street in the dark when it is not clear?

"You already know why I came?"

Dan Tai Guanjian, who slowly walked into the garden, looked at Ding Ning who was waiting for him cleanly. He first replied to Ding Ning who bowed, and then asked gently.

Ding Ning nodded and asked softly with some melancholy: "Wang Taixu has left?"

Dan Tai Guanjian looked at him, and his eyes showed some unconcealed appreciation again, and said, "He has set off for Yan."

Ding Ning regained his calmness in an instant, looked up at him, and whispered: "Didn't you say you want to go to the Minshan Sword Sect Sword Tower, how could you just bring it here?"

"Minshan Sword Sect only values ​​rules, but not trivial matters. We are all surprised by your ability to make a big owl like Changling obey your words." Dan Tai Guanjian looked at him and said, "I thought that something that was difficult to do was solved so easily in your hands, but thinking that you didn't have much time, the sect leader decided to let me bring this scripture directly here."

Ding Ning stopped talking.

He bowed his head and stood respectfully. Although he did not have any unnecessary etiquette, he waited for the spread of Dan Tai Guanjian with his most solemn appearance.

Inner respect is more important than rituals.

Dan Tai Guanjian was more satisfied with Ding Ning.

He stopped talking, but just took out a blue jade box from his sleeve, held it with both hands, and handed it to Ding Ning.

Ding Ning held it with both hands. Even though the jade box was very small, it was like the rectangular box with a precious folding fan in Changling City, it didn't have much weight. However, his hands still trembled uncontrollably.

"If you finish reading it, hand it over to Uncle Shao outside the door."

Dan Tai Guanjian looked at Ding Ning's trembling hands and thought it was a normal reaction to his excitement. He patted Ding Ning's shoulder lightly, and then continued gently: "This technique is really difficult to understand, so you have to hurry up."

After pausing, Dan Tai Guanjian looked at Ding Ning's eyes again and said, "If you have any difficult things, you can tell me that I will help you."

Ding Ning's mouth showed an unspeakable bitter smile. He thought for a while and said, "Please ensure the safety of Wang Taixu and my uncle Li Daoji, and... to ensure the old man's grand funeral."

Listening to Ding Ning's request, Dan Tai Guanjian nodded and said in a harmonious voice: "You don't have to worry about these things, you just need to practice with peace of mind."

Ding Ning bowed and bowed.

Dan Tai Guanjian looked at Ding Ning with anticipation in his eyes. He had the same view as Jing Liuli and others. He had a strong confidence that Ding Ning could understand the Succession God Art.

...

Different from usual, when Dan Tai Guan Jian, Changsun Qianxue did not appear behind him like an ubiquitous shadow.

Ding Ning knew that this was because Changsun Qianxue was too arrogant and stubborn.

Many years ago, that person could never get the opportunity to enter the Minshan Sword Sect and could never make up for some of his shortcomings in his practice. Although Changsun Qianxue had never expressed any meaning in this regard to Ding Ning, Ding Ning knew very well that she could never forgive Baili Suxue in her heart.

Because in her opinion, the failure of that person to obtain the Success Heavenly Divine Art was also one of the important reasons why his cultivation was shackled and finally died in Changling.

Although she can't forgive that person either.

But this is her love and hate.

So she wouldn't have a look at the Minshan Sword Sect's Success Heavenly Divine Art, even if it was one of the most brilliant techniques in the world.

Ding Ning walked into his bedroom in the deepest yard.

The leaves of a loquat tree outside the window dispersed the morning sunlight into many tiny spots. Ding Ning moved from the garden outside the courtyard a few days ago. Although the time of the migration was wrong, he lived well, filled with fresh vitality, making the courtyard that had previously radiated dark and coldness completely alive.

Ding Ning looked at the blue jade box placed on the purple-red desktop and was silent for a long time.

Indeed, if that person had obtained this technique many years ago, perhaps many things would not have happened at all.

He might reach the peak of the eighth realm early, or even enter the ninth realm.

The power of transcendence will make Yuanwu and many people give up their later ideas.

Yuan Wu would still become the emperor of the most powerful empire in the world, but he would still follow some of that person's opinions as before.

The Bashan Sword Field will not disappear, and will become stronger.

Zheng Xiu would not show his cold and ruthless side, and would become the gentle wife of that man.

Many people will not die.

Above the Wei River, between the Bashan and Shu River, when the banana trees are raining at night, there are laughter and free singing everywhere in the small buildings in the bamboo forest.

Some people would stand at the head of the boat going down the river, drunk and try to catch the bright moon in the river.

All of this may be different.

Is it really perfect?

Many people will never see through it, and many things will never understand.

The blue jade box was lying quietly under the sparse spots of light. It was not opened yet, but Ding Ning seemed to have seen two different lives.

Ding Ning's emotions gradually became absolutely calm.

He stretched out his hand and opened the blue jade box without much effort.

The wind was gone, and his sleeves were clamoring.

There is a thin rolled green book in the blue jade box.

Each page seems to be woven from silk thread made of green jade, but the green jade is obviously a hard and fragile thing. How to make silk threads look so soft, but it can still make people see that this is green jade, which is extraordinary.

Ding Ning took a deep breath and even his hair began to fly.

This thin green book exudes the vigorous vitality of heaven and earth, like a fountain.

His habit of practicing is to start from the big picture first, first appreciate the general idea, and the details will not be difficult to ponder.

So he did not rush to understand where these heaven and earth vital energy came from. How many different vital energy flowed in the air with invisible runes, but directly took out this thin green book and flipped it out.

There are many transparent lights on the green pages, like the luster emitted by drops of crystal water droplets, but every transparent luster shape is the shape of a sword.

Not intentionally.

Ding Ning's perception was completely addicted to the cyan pages and these transparent lusters in an instant.

He was like standing in a jade world.

There were many transparent long swords pointing in different directions floating outside him, each of which was taller than his body.

He began to look at each transparent sword and slowly began to walk in the world of perception.

He passed through these floating transparent swords.

These transparent long swords did not move at all, but began to grow longer and larger, extending endlessly in the direction they pointed.

Most transparent long swords pierce into the sky like a piercing the sky, emitting an unspeakable aura of loneliness. As they extend endlessly, these transparent long swords seem to completely pierce the sky, breaking through the boundaries between day and night.

The transparent long sword began to shine, as if countless starlights fell through the piercing space, and it was like these transparent long swords themselves turned into starlight.

Each transparent long sword is itself a star.

Ding Ning's aura did not change at all.

Even Changsun Qianxue, who was in the same courtyard as him, did not feel any changes in his body.

However, many silver light spots were truly oozing out from his skin.

Ding Ning raised his head in the perceived world.

He was infinitely sad and filled with infinite emotion, and even said softly with a hint of sadness, "So that's it."
Chapter completed!