Zhang Yi looked apologetically and embarrassed at Zeng Ting'an, who had fallen into the rain and lost his soul. He didn't know how to answer for a moment, after all, he didn't even know the name of the sword that enlightened himself.
"This sword is called 'Zhao Yu Xi Qing Chen'." Ding Ning's voice sounded at this moment.
Zeng Tingan's body shook, and in Ding Ning's calm voice, he saw all the dust on the roof tiles, dead branches on the side of the road, and in the crevices of the stone road in this street, all the dust was washed away, and everything looked new.
Zhang Yi once again nodded apologetically at Zeng Ting'an, then looked at Ding Ning nervously, and asked, "Junior Brother Ding Ning, how is my sword?"
Ding Ning glanced at him, and said with some emotion in his heart: "Excellent."
The endless high-altitude rain fell into a line, and the moisture accumulated into sword intent. This sword itself was thunderous and murderous. If Ding Ning were to use it, many things in this long alley would be smashed to powder.
Zhang Yi is gentle and kind, but such a sword in his hands restrained a lot of killing intent, so that the surrounding rain was as gentle as spring rain washing dust. However, such a change also brought about a change that even Ding Ning had never expected. The vitality of heaven and earth gathered in the sky does not follow the killing intent, but naturally pours into the place where his sword intent is pointing, so although this sword is still too gentle, the sword intent cannot be fully expressed, but the rain lines that enveloped Zeng Tingan also added to the air. Greater speed and penetration.
Therefore, the same sword and sword style have different manifestations in the hands of different people.
Hearing Ding Ning's praise, a relaxed smile finally appeared on Zhang Yi's face.
Although Ding Ning is his younger brother, these days it seems that the requirements for him are stricter than Xue Wangxu's requirements for him, and this sword intent itself was only realized under Ding Ning's reminder, at least for this time On the sword, Ding Ning is the teacher in his mind, and it is the first time to officially use it against the enemy, so he naturally hopes to get the teacher's approval.
Shen Yi held a big umbrella and blocked it above Xue Wangxu's head. The water droplets splashing towards Xue Wangxu were all blocked, and now flowed down the umbrella surface.
Only now did he fully realize why Ding Ning asked him to prepare an umbrella in the first place, but he didn't realize that most of his clothes had been splashed wet.
Looking at the spotless streets and alleys around him, Zhang Yi with a relaxed smile on his face, and Shen Yi, who was half of his clothes wet in order to protect himself from the splashing water droplets, Xue Wangxu smiled with satisfaction, and said: " Excellent."
Zhang Yi just hoped that Xue Wangxu would be happy, and when he heard Xue Wangxu's praise, he was really happy, his face seemed to be glowing.
"You can also do this sword style?" Zeng Tingan stood up from the ground with difficulty, he looked at Ding Ning with an extremely pale face, and asked.
Although he didn't know the process of Zhang Yi comprehending this sword, the way Zhang Yi asked Ding Ning just now made him feel a lot of things.
Ding Ning glanced at him and said, "I haven't practiced this kind of sword style, but the one I cultivated is more powerful than this."
Zhang Yisheng was afraid that Zeng Tingan would not give up, so he said eagerly: "What my junior brother Ding Ning said is true, if you fight him, you will be seriously injured."
"It turns out that you are not timid, you really have the confidence to win." Zeng Tingan's expression kept changing, and after saying this, he turned and walked towards the carriage, but before getting into the carriage, he said softly again, saying: " But even if you have the absolute confidence to beat me, it’s useless, there are still people who will come to you... I know that some people don’t want you to have the opportunity to participate in the Minshan Sword Festival.”
Zhang Yi heard this sentence, his complexion suddenly changed, and asked anxiously: "Who is it?"
However, Zeng Ting'an did not reply, the carriage carried him and the young man who was traveling with him, and galloped at a high speed, only the sound of horseshoes echoed in the streets and alleys.
"After the defeat, he doesn't talk too much. This Zeng Ting'an is not like a boring person." Zhang Yi frowned worriedly, turned to look at Ding Ning and said, "He must have heard something."
Ding Ning frowned.
The appearance of the cultivator from Yunshui Palace and the threat to Wang Taixu, especially the changes made by the eldest grandson Qianxue after suppressing the Nine Nether Hades Sword, made him find it difficult to control. At this time, there was such a thing suddenly mixed in, and his mood suddenly became bad.
"Why, do you want someone to abolish me before I participate in the Minshan Sword Festival?"
Ding Ning sneered coldly: "Whether it's Mr. Li Ling, or other nobles who want to do this for some reason, if they want to do this, I'm afraid they will pay a heavy price first."
Ding Ning's sneer made Zhang Yi feel cold for no reason.
Xue Wangxu looked at Ding Ning strangely, of course he didn't know that his eldest grandson Qianxue was Ding Ning's biggest Achilles' heel, and that Ding Ning was anxious because of his eldest grandson Qianxue's change, but he was sure that Ding Ning's mood today was very different from that of usual different.
Forbearance is what Xue Wangxu is best at, so he coughed lightly, ready to reason with Ding Ning.
However, at this moment, a voice floated from the alley.
"High level, high means, even if you are destined to win, it is useless at all, because in many places, human life is worthless at all. Some people can find people at will, and exchange their lives for yours."
The one who spoke was a middle-aged man in a gray robe.
When Zhang Yi turned around, the gray-robed man had just gotten off a gray carriage.
The man in the gray robe had an ordinary face, but his hair was all shaved, and there were obviously large tattoos from the top of his head to the back of his head, but it was not clear what pattern the tattoos were.
He has a darker and colder aura flowing from him than the officials of the Shendu Supervisor, and even seems to exude a musty smell. He hasn't seen the sun for a long time, or even the sun seems to naturally avoid him. smell.
Ding Ning's previous sneer had already made Zhang Yi feel cold all over, but at this time, this middle-aged man who didn't know where he came from made Zhang Yi even more inexplicably chilled, and a strong palpitation naturally arose in his heart.
This kind of breath was a bit distant and strange, but within a few breaths, Ding Ning thought of where this breath came from.
He took a deep breath, his complexion didn't change much, but he began to quietly change the flow of Qi and blood in his body, he began to deliberately control his heartbeat to be faster than usual.
"My surname is Xue, and my first name is Yi. It's not clothes, but clothes that hang vertically and horizontally." The middle-aged man in the gray robe didn't intend to come closer. Ding Ning's body was reflected in his slightly gray pupils, and he spoke indifferently. Said: "Ding Ning, I am here under the order of Lord Shen to take you to the Dafushui Prison to assist in handling the case."
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Almost at the same time, in a dark room, Mo Qinggong, dressed in blue, stood behind a gray-robed official with his hands behind his back.
This gray-robed official was extremely thin and tall. Compared with the slightly squat Mo Qinggong, he looked like a turret.
In front of him, there was a mirror-like smooth iron bed, on which were placed various knives gleaming with cold light.
Above the mirror-like iron bed, there are some hanging iron hooks and ropes.
Anyone who sees such a battle will immediately think that this room is a slaughterhouse, or the coroner's autopsy room.
However, on the hook near the wall in this room, there is a body that is constantly wriggling, making weak but extremely miserable moans.
The sound of water came continuously from the partition wall.
It's just a torture chamber.
A very ordinary execution room in the Great Floating Water Prison.
Looking at the figure wriggling like maggots in the gray shadows in the corner, with most of the skin on his body stripped off, even though he has been to this big floating water prison many times, even the Shendu Prison itself has a place of torture and interrogation, but Mo Qinggong's body was still full of extremely uncomfortable feelings.
"It's already like this, Mr. Shen, you have put so much effort into him, what else can you not say?"
Mo Qinggong suppressed the uncomfortable feeling, looked at the tall and thin gray-robed official like a turret, and asked in a deep voice: "Why did you ask Mr. Xue to find that boy from the wine shop to cooperate with the case?"
"Because I'm free."
The gray-robed official turned around. His face was also thinner than that of ordinary people, and his eye sockets were deeply sunken. In such a dark place, he was almost no different from a skeleton.
"You should know that very few people are sent here. Since the Holy Majesty gave me a salary, of course I can't do nothing. Since one is sent in, the next few months without work will be spent on him. .As long as you take out... you can always get something useful." He glanced at Mo Qinggong expressionlessly, and said indifferently.
Mo Qinggong just coughed lightly to resolve the discomfort and unhappiness in his heart, but the figure hanging in the corner heard the words "several months" and let out a faint howl that was worse than ghost crying Voice.
The gray-robed official was naturally Shen Xuan who was in charge of the Great Floating Water Prison.
He looked at Mo Qinggong as if he was unknown, and then said: "In the eyes of your gods, the boy from the wine shop has no doubts, but in my opinion, it is the biggest problem."
Mo Qinggong's face turned cold, and he said, "What do you mean?"
"He was there when Chief Yesi killed Zhao Ni. He helped Wang Taixu gain a firm foothold. After entering the Baiyang Cave, he was able to master the mystery for half a day, and then his cultivation level skyrocketed. He didn't even have three practitioners trying to assassinate him. He killed one of them at the same time. These are impossible for ordinary people.” The gray-robed official looked at Mo Qinggong and said expressionlessly: “Too many coincidences are problematic, too many impossibilities It’s just as problematic when it all happens to one person.”
"Don't tell me that your Shendu prison has thoroughly investigated it, and don't tell me that Fang Xiumu thinks he's fine."
He lowered his eyelids, and began to show a chill that even Mo Qinggong felt trembling, "I am in a big floating prison to handle the case, and all the departments must cooperate. You should understand that I have many means that you don't have. Only I have seen it and think it is no problem. , I will feel that there is really no problem."