Ding Ning looked at Song Shenshu's staring eyes, and said softly, "It's only natural to pay off debts, and there is nothing to be dissatisfied with."
Because he knew he still had enough time, he didn't rush to leave the black boat, and began to carefully search every pocket in Song Shenshu's clothes.
In the hidden pocket in the sleeve, he found several things.
A note full of dense handwriting, a money bag, a pill bottle, and two copper talismans.
Ding Ning opened the notebook and saw that all of it was Song Shenshu's experience on the cultivation of Chiyang Shenjue and some speculations on subsequent practice. He couldn't help but shook his head, and stuffed it into his sleeve casually.
The purse is very light, but after opening it, Ding Ning saw that there were several Daqin mica knife coins exuding a beautiful luster. This kind of coin is made of a rare mica shell in the deep sea overseas. It is a unique coin of the Great Qin Dynasty, and one piece is worth five hundred gold.
Ding Ning didn't think too much about it, and put it away indifferently.
However, at the moment when he opened the red copper-colored coarse porcelain elixir bottle, he was obviously surprised.
At the bottom of the pill bottle, there was a small pale white pill lying alone, like the eye of a dead fish.
"Is it used when you are preparing to break through the realm? I never thought that you have already prepared this Condensed Yuan Pill. Thank you for your true essence, thank you for this Condensed Yuan Pill."
Ding Ning said this sincerely to Song Shenshu, who was dying, and he thought about it seriously, and he was sure that he didn't need the two tokens of access to the scriptures and history library, so he pointed at the sword again, at the bottom of the cabin stabbed.
A hole appeared in the board, and muddy muddy water quickly poured in from the hole and entered the cabin.
Ding Ning backed out of the awning with his body arched, his feet lightly tapped, and he landed on a wooden path not far from the side that was half submerged and half still on the water.
This is the route he chose after several years of observation, so no one noticed at this moment that the body of a Daqin practitioner was in the shadow behind him, slowly moving along with a black-clad boat. sink to the bottom.
After passing through several riverside piers in a row, there were sounds of people around, and it gradually became lively.
Ding Ning walked into the dark alleys along the river as usual, but his breathing became a little short, and a touch of rouge-like red gradually appeared between his tightly pursed lips.
Feeling the strong smell of blood between his lips and teeth, Ding Ning's face was still extremely calm. He took out a copper coin and bought a bunch of candied haws from the peddler who walked up to him.
He lowered his head slightly, chewing the sweet and sour fruit carefully, the crumbs of red rock sugar mixed with the blood between his lips and teeth, and he couldn't see it anymore.
Thinking of Song Shenshu sinking into the muddy water with the black-topped boat lonely, thinking of the rough porcelain pill bottle quietly lying in his sleeve pocket, the effort spent in the past few years was not in vain, and some super He was a little happy in return.
However, when he thought of more things, and thought of some people having a more bleak end than Song Shenshu, his nose couldn't help but get sore.
Now he really wanted to go back to the old woman's stilted building and eat a warm pancake, but he knew he still had things to do.
…
The black-covered boat in the shadow has completely disappeared on the water surface, only a series of air bubbles, carrying some stirred silt, continuously floated to the surface.
A tub floats above the bubbles.
Sitting cross-legged in the tub was a shaggy-haired man in his forties, dressed as a fisherman. After seeing these unusual bubbles, the man's face turned cold. He squinted his eyes and looked around to make sure there was no After the rest of the people existed, he paddled the water with one hand and let the wooden basin float to an abandoned wooden stake, and then he easily pulled up the wooden stake nailed in the mud at the bottom of the river.
The wooden stake was very heavy, and even though most of it was still dragged by him in the water, the wooden basin under him still couldn't bear the extra weight, and the upper edge was almost flush with the water surface.
But he didn't care, he propped the wooden stake back to the top of the air bubbles, and then beat the wooden stake down hard.
Hearing the abnormal sound coming from the bottom, he determined that something was wrong, and let go of the hand holding the wooden stake. In the next moment, the wooden basin flew out at an alarming speed, dragging an astonishing trail on the intricate and dark water surface. waves of water.
…
Ding Ning ate all the candied haws and swallowed the last trace of blood.
He has been walking non-stop, without repeating places. However, if someone has a complete map of the ghost city in their hands, they will find that after passing through an area, in the next half incense time, In fact, it has been circling around a place.
There is a pier.
There was a soft "bang".
There was the slight scraping of wooden tubs and rotting stakes on the edge of the pier.
Ding Ning heard the sound coming from the water on the side of the street, he speeded up his pace quietly, passed through a tinkling iron shop, and saw coming up from the hidden pier disheveled man.
He silently followed the man with disheveled hair.
This is his plan to kill two birds with one stone.
Everyone knows that this underground kingdom in the darkness must have a powerful controller, but for so many years, very few people know who this controller is and what kind of big shot is behind him.
Song Shenshu would come here almost once a month. Even if he could hide it from outsiders, the people inside would definitely know his true identity.
The assassination of an official of the dynasty and a cultivator here will definitely cause quite a shock.
Traders who found out that Song Shenshu hadn't taken the tortoise's guts on time would soon discover that something happened to Song Shenshu, and would also understand that such an accident would likely lead to many investigations and a catastrophe.
So he will definitely use the fastest speed to tell the controller here.
…
The shaved man dressed as a fisherman was in a very serious mood. He hurried on his way with his head down, not expecting that there was someone following him from afar, and Ding Ning seemed to have a strange ability, his figure would never appear in front of the shaved man. A vigilant point of view.
The man with disheveled hair hurried into a pawnshop.
Ding Ning didn't even approach the pawn shop.
In the past few years, except for some secret passages in the house that he cannot know, he has already mastered every corner of the fish market by heart.
He knew that there were several courtyards behind this pawn shop, and there were three exits that could be entered and exited.
So he just walked uphill, towards an intersection where he could see two of the exits from the area.
Suddenly, his brows furrowed imperceptibly.
Three figures appeared in the corner of his eyes.
The road that the three figures walked out was extremely muddy, and one could even hear the unique rattling sound of the soles of shoes walking in the mud.
The muddy road was one of the exits leading to the area of the pawn shop.
There were quite a lot of people around Ding Ning's place at the moment, so he just turned around in a normal way and glanced over it inadvertently.
With just one glance, his pupils shrank imperceptibly.
It was a rickety old man holding a black bamboo stick, a very short and handsome young man, and a thick-browed young man dressed as a stranger.
The rickety old man holding a black bamboo stick walked in the front, turned around at the crossing, and walked back.
But the handsome young man and the thick-browed young man continued to move forward, passing through an alleyway below Ding Ning, their figures looming in the gap of the canopy.
Ding Ning didn't look at the old man or the two young men again, he took a deep breath, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Whether it was the old man who was so old that he couldn't straighten his back and seemed to fall down and die at any time, or the two young people, there was no aura of practitioners on their bodies.
Even practitioners above the five realms, if they pass by them, they may not even realize that they are practitioners.
However, Ding Ning can be sure that all three of them are powerful practitioners.
Because he knew this rickety old man holding a black bamboo stick.
As for the other two, he had never seen them before, and he couldn't be sure which sect's practitioners they were, but he could feel the respect that the rickety old man had for these two.
The rickety old man would only have this kind of respect for a powerful practitioner.
Being able to control the five qi in his body so much that he couldn't clearly feel the aura of the practitioner, the cultivation level of these two young people must be extremely terrifying.
At this moment, Ding Ning was slightly taken aback when he felt a domineering and dry aura again.
Following this breath, he saw a butter paper umbrella.
It seemed that he didn't even want to get sporadic drops of water on his body, and the tall and thin man holding a butter paper umbrella held the umbrella open inside.
The umbrella covered his face, only his knuckles were thick and powerful.
This is obviously a practitioner.
Ding Ning, on the other hand, was more knowledgeable than most practitioners, so he could easily judge the origin of this person's teacher through that domineering and irritable aura.
Looking at this person's path, Ding Ning knew that there would definitely be an extra practitioner's corpse in the field of Changling today.