An ordinary carriage parked at the entrance of the fish market. Song Shenshu, wearing a straw hat and the most ordinary coarse linen in Changling, got off the car and walked into the fish market, and walked to the deepest part of the fish market without any rushing.

Although the classics and historical library of the Great Qin Dynasty contains many practice books, everyone knows that some of the most important classics of the Great Qin are in the cave deep in the palace, so the officials of the classics and historical library are not usually prominent in Changling, and basically do not have much possibility of accumulating military achievements to get rewards and promotions.

Especially officials like Song Shenshu, who are over 40 years old and whose temples are gray, will not attract much attention at all.

But Song Shenshu is still extremely cautious.

Because he was very satisfied with his life in the past ten years, even if he did not have his current official position, he was only able to become a practitioner himself, which made him very satisfied.

Especially in recent years, he has gained a new understanding of his practice and found auxiliary means that can help him break through the realm faster, his behavior has become more cautious.

Countless facts have proved that it is not important to be a practitioner sooner or later, but to break the realm.

As long as he can successfully break through the third realm this year and enter the fourth realm, the world in front of him will suddenly become vast and there will be infinite possibilities.

After walking silently to the bottom of the fish market, he still did not remove the hat he wore on his head, and arched his body along a wooden path, passing under several stilt houses, and came to a pier.

There is a small black-topped boat docked on this pier.

Without any words, Song Shenshu lifted the curtain on the black tent and stepped into the cabin. When the curtain behind him fell, he let out a sigh of relief, took off the hat on his head, and began to close his eyes to rest.

Apart from his gray temples, he took good care of himself, his complexion was rosy, and there was no wrinkle at the corners of his eyes.

The black-topped boat began to move, and the hull swayed slightly, shaking rhythmically, making Song Shenshu, who was leaning against the rest, feel very comfortable.

However, a short while, a natural feeling of coldness arose in his heart.

The route of this boat seems to be slightly different from usual, and the noise around it is getting less and less, and the sound of water remains the same, which means that the boat is heading towards the quietest water surface of the market.

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked out from the gap in the curtain... Looking at the back of the servant wearing a straw raincoat on the bow of the boat, he was still not sure, and said in a cold voice: "Is it because of the water level? The route you take today seems to be different from that in daily life?"

"It is indeed different from the usual route, but it is not because of the rising water level of heavy rain."

Ding Ning, wearing a straw raincoat on the bow of the boat, stopped, turned around and said to Song Shenshu in the black tent.

His voice was calm, with a faint sarcasm and pleasure.

Song Shenshu's head ached a little in an instant.

He was sure that he had never seen this handsome boy, but the face and tone of the boy made him feel very strange, as if he had been together for a long time and finally met his old friend in a foreign land.

This strange feeling made him not think about what the boy was going to do at the first time, but instead wanted to know the other person's origin.

"Who are you? Do you know me?" he tried to keep his peace and asked softly.

Ding Ning nodded seriously: "Song Shenshu, the coachman of the Military and Ma Si fourteen years ago."

Song Shenshu's face gradually paled. This was the old thing he least wanted to think of and mention. What made him even more tremble was that only those closest to him could know these old things.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?" He asked forcibly suppressing the growing fear in his heart.

Ding Ning looked at him with emotion and said softly, "I am one of your creditors, I'm asking you to collect some old debts."

Hearing these words and some recent rumors, Song Shenshu's hands and feet became even colder. He opened his mouth and wanted to ask something more. After all, the boy opposite him could not have any old grudges with him at this age, and there must be someone else's instructions behind him.

However, he just opened his mouth, and before he could make any sound, the boy in front of him had already moved.

A powerful force suddenly surged out of Ding Ning's seemingly thin body. The bow of the ship suddenly fell, and the stern of the ship was raised upwards, hanging in the air in an instant.

His body came out of the straw raincoat skillfully and instantly penetrated into the narrow cabin. Because the speed was too fast, the straw raincoat that was like a golden cicada was still hanging empty in the air and did not fall.

Song Shenshu's breathing suddenly stopped. His right index finger and middle finger were gathered together, and the other three fingers bent slightly. A red true essence surged out from the index finger and middle finger tips. Before Ding Ning's palm touched his body, this true essence rushed into Ding Ning's ribs in an extremely gentle manner.

The moment Ding Ning was just moving, he had other choices.

He can abandon the ship and run away desperately, and at the same time he can make a lot of noise. After all, the underground black market also has the order of the underground black market. All the major forces in Changling City will not allow anyone to unscrupulously destroy the order here.

However, at this moment, he concluded that Ding Ning was just a practitioner who had just reached the second realm.

There are natural and insurmountable gaps between every great realm of practitioners.

The true essence of the third realm itself is the product of the true energy condensed by the heaven and earth. This is reflected in its power, which is a number of times the essential difference. What's more, he is no longer a practitioner who has just entered the third realm. His true essence has reached the point where he can leave the body as if he is flowing like nectar and can leave the body. This state of the top three realms can even give the true essence a lot of magic when facing the enemy.

So he subconsciously believed that Ding Ning was just a cover to attract his attention, and there must be more powerful practitioners hiding, waiting for the opportunity to launch the most deadly attack.

So even in the process of seemingly gentle but actually violently sending a stream of true energy into Ding Ning's body, most of his attention was not on Ding Ning's body, but in the darkness around him, even under the muddy and turbid water surface.

However, what he could never imagine was that Ding Ning just let out a soft groan when his true energy was sent into his body, and his body movements did not pause at all.

His left hand was almost the same as Song Shenshu. His index finger and middle finger were both fingers as swords, and he stabbed the Zhangmen acupoint between Song Shenshu's chest and abdomen.

Song Shenshu could not understand how Ding Ning could withstand his true essence, nor did he understand what the meaning of Ding Ning's thorn was.

However, in the next moment, his whole body suddenly stiffened.

With a light bang, the straw raincoat on the bow fell down at this time, and the raised stern also fell down at the same time, slapping a circle of water.

There was also a light bang in the sea of ​​qi in his body. The originally orderly flowing true energy suddenly collapsed into countless streams, like countless tiny poisonous snakes, scattered into countless acupuncture points in his body, and began to seep out from his flesh and skin.

Countless red true essences as small as earthworms twisted on the surface of his body, reflecting the dark cabin red, as if several red lanterns were lit inside.

Song Shenshu's mind was blank and a great fear surged in his body.

He knew that some practice techniques themselves had some flaws, but even he, a practitioner, did not know what flaws were in his "Chinyang Divine Art".

However, the other party just used such a simple hand sword to directly cause his true energy to fall into an uncontrollable rampage, making him even unable to control his body. How is this possible!

"How could you know the flaws of my martial arts? Who are you?"

After a few breaths of time, he finally made a forced sound, hissing sound, like a dying poisonous snake gasping.

"Strictly speaking, the Red Sun Divine Art is an excellent practice technique. As long as there are some fire poisonous substances that can be used as medicine as a supplement, the speed of practice can be greatly accelerated. Therefore, it will take more than twenty years for ordinary practitioners to go from the first level to the third level, but you have reached it in half of the time." Ding Ning gasped slightly and sat down opposite Song Shenshu. He looked at Song Shenshu seriously, and his hands kept touching the true essence of Song Shenshu's body.

"But this practice method from the Chiyang Cave of the Great Wei Dynasty has great flaws. As long as the kidney water energy in the body is excessively stimulated, the true energy will be completely dispersed. Therefore, when the practitioners of our dynasty fought with the practitioners of the Chiyang Cave of the Great Wei Dynasty, they found that several key points on their bodies were covered with unique protective equipment. Later, after the Chiyang Cave was destroyed, this technique was included in the classics and history library of our dynasty, it was found that the defects were found and they were still sealed. Unexpectedly, you happened to choose this technique to practice."

Ding Ning kept whispering, and at the same time, the part where his fingertips touched the true essence of Song Shenshu's body also kept making strange noises. This sound was like countless silkworms swallowing mulberry leaves.

"Nine Dead Silkworm Magical Art!"
Chapter completed!