It's just that he doesn't need to worry about the affairs of those big people.
Qiu Zaixing asked the number of people in the carriage with a very small voice, then turned around and looked at Ding Ning.
In today's assassination, the opponent dispatched a powerful talisman master, three sword masters who are extremely skilled in controlling swords, and even a practitioner of "Fly Pool". In the end, it was only the three of Baiyang Cave who decided the result. Teenagers, especially Ding Ning's performance.
If it were not for Ding Ning's incredible performance, he would have been killed at the same time as his colleagues who did not show up. When the practitioners of the seventh realm arrived, the result would have already been doomed.
"Your performance today can only be described as perfect. Anyone who is your teacher will be proud of you."
Qiu Zaixing said this to Ding Ning solemnly, and then bowed to the small courtyard where Xue Wangxu was.
He is a practitioner who left the Lingxu Sword Sect in the third year of Yuanwu. He is a senior to Ding Ning in terms of status and qualifications, so he made such an evaluation of Ding Ning in the first sentence, and in the following words, It is to express the most sincere respect to Baiyangdong and Xue Wangxu who can teach such disciples.
"I owe you my life."
Next, he said to Ding Ning in a serious and soft voice.
This is his personal thanks, completely standing on his own standpoint.
"You don't owe me anything."
Ding Ning calmly looked at Qiu Zaixing, and at several practitioners in casual clothes who had entered the street. Those cultivators must be stronger than those in Tiansi and Shendujian, and they didn't get close to Qiu Zaixing and this carriage for a while, but from these aspects, he vaguely guessed the identity of the people in the carriage. "Although I don't know what's going on with these people, it's obvious that they also want to kill us." Ding Ning shook his head, and continued, "If it weren't for someone as strong as you, we would all die here."
Qiu Zaixing smiled slightly, and did not argue with Ding Ning, but said: "Maybe I can try to recommend you to study in Lingxu Sword Sect."
Hearing this, both Zhang Yi and Shen Yi were shocked, but Ding Ning shook his head again and said, "I have decided to participate in the Minshan Sword Club."
Qiu Zaixing was slightly stunned, but he laughed again, and nodded approvingly: "Cultivation must first be in accordance with the state of mind. Since you have thought that the Minshan Sword Sect is the first choice, entering the Minshan Sword Sect to practice will be beneficial to your future. Practice is indeed more beneficial."
After a pause, he also shook his head and said: "I was too worried. With your performance today, you must be able to win in the Minshan Sword Sect in the future."
Ding Ning pondered for a while, looked at the silhouettes of practitioners floating around, and said softly: "If you really want to help me, don't let many details of today's battle spread out."
Qiu Zaixing was not surprised.
He didn't expect that Ding Ning had many deeper thoughts, but he just thought that Ding Ning's method of condensing evil into a sword is indeed amazing, but it's just straight forward, and there are many changes compared with Feijian. If you face those real strong opponents, This kind of method is known in advance, and it is indeed extremely disadvantageous in the confrontation.
"I understand." Qiu Zaixing nodded seriously, and said, "I will do my best."
While Qiu Zaixing and Ding Ning were talking softly, the two teenagers in the carriage were also talking softly.
These two teenagers are Fusu and Meng Qihai, one is the Prince of Great Qin who will become the prince next year without accident, and the other is the eldest son of the Menghou Mansion.
No matter which one of these two people died, the entire dynasty would cause shocking waves, not to mention that both of them were assassinated here.
At this time, Fusu's complexion was a little pale, and his breath was a little unsteady, but his eyes were filled with admiration and excitement.
Meng Qihai's forehead was slightly wet, covered in cold sweat, and his face was slightly paler than Fusu's.
"Qihai... what do you think of Ding Ning now?" Fusu smiled gently after reminiscing about the many scenes from the previous battle, and said while looking at Meng Qihai who was still in shock.
Meng Qihai took a deep breath, and said softly, "I didn't expect it to be so strong."
Fu Su smiled and said: "Then you still feel unconvinced, do you still think his pretentious posture is annoying?"
"I can't match his performance today, so I'm naturally convinced." Meng Qihai lowered his head a little ashamed, but immediately raised his head again, saying, "Why don't we go out and thank you now."
Fusu shook his head gently, and said, "It's better another day."
Meng Qihai didn't understand, and asked, "Why?"
"Going out now, with so many people, it's a bit troublesome after all." Fu Su looked at him, and said softly, "Besides, our identities are too different from him. I don't want them to feel that we are too superior when we start dating."
Meng Qihai heard the deeper meaning in Fusu's words, and his eyes lit up: "You mean, we concealed our identities and made friends with them?"
Fu Su sighed lightly, and frowned in a rare way, "I don't know how such a thing happened today, and I don't know if such a thing will change the minds of the Queen Mother and the King Father, but even if they I'm still allowed to participate in the Minshan Sword Club, and even if I don't want to... my whereabouts and identity will have to be hidden even more."
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Ye Celeng, dressed in white, sat in the carriage and waited.
Logically speaking, she is the practitioner above the seventh realm that should appear near Wutongluo.
However, not far from the carriage she was in at this time, there were layers of canopies stacked on top of each other, but it was a fish market.
The fish market has already opened, but today it is quieter and more deadly than in the days of the New Year.
The doors of many shops are still open, but not only the people, but also the ghosts seem to have disappeared a lot, and the originally crowded and narrow dirt road seems to have become a little empty.
Wearing a white fox fur coat, a man with a handsome appearance like a delicate and gentle son from a wealthy family was walking in the alleys of the fish market.
In the distance centered on him, there seemed to be countless whispers that sounded like ghosts, but as he moved forward, these voices quickly and fearfully disappeared.
He didn't go too deep, but after walking more than a hundred steps, he seemed to be tired of seeing almost the same scenery, stopped, and said with a slight sarcasm: "I don't know whether these heavy canopies are for covering up ghost aura, or for covering up The aura of the seventh realm, but do you really want me to dismantle all of these before you are willing to come out?"
"Mr. Bai, you are a real dragon in the river. This place is just a small mud pond. I don't know what has angered Mr. Bai. Instead of riding the wind and waves in the river, Mr. Bai wants to demolish this small mud pond that is barely enough for him." An old voice came sounded in the darkness.
A stooped old man walked out of the shadow of a narrow alley, leaning on a black bamboo stick.
"This should not be what you ask me, but what I should ask you."
Bai Shanshui looked at the black bamboo stick in the hands of this rickety old man. In his consciousness, there were already many black bamboos swaying around him, and a strong sense of sarcasm appeared on his jade-like face: "I am ten years old. I have been to Changling many times, but I have never entered the fish market before. The reason for this is that everyone has their own way, and everyone does not interfere with the river. However, you have gone too far."
He paused slightly, and looked at the rickety old man indifferently: "Although Fan Zhuo treats me like a suzerain, he is my senior brother. It's fine if you kill my senior brother, but you also robbed me of Yunshui." Palace things, do you really think I'm dead?"
The face of the rickety old man was slightly stiff, and he said solemnly: "Mr. Bai, you must have misunderstood something."
"Sorry." Bai Shanshui looked at the old man and said.
The rickety old man was startled, not understanding what he meant.
For a character like Bai Shanshui, it is no small matter to pull the clouds and spread the rain like a dragon king, how could he feel something wrong because of his words.
"Hold me modestly." Bai Shanshui repeated it again, then looked at him lightly, and said, "If I have misunderstood, why don't you tell me that in all the practice sects and places of practice in Changling, except for the fish market? Other than your master, who else in Changling can master the secret technique of the Ghost Bamboo Sect, and is there any practitioner who knows such a secret technique and has broken through the seventh realm?"
The rickety old man completely understood what he meant.
"I don't know who else exists in Changling. In fact, if we know that Changling suddenly has such a practitioner, we will be shocked." The old man raised his head and looked at Baishan. Shui said very seriously: "But we didn't know that your senior brother was killed, let alone that he died at the hands of a seven-level practitioner who practiced the mystical technique of Ghost Bamboo Yin... This matter is really not ours. made."
Bai Shanshui shook his head and said, "I didn't come here today to listen to such weak explanations. If you can tell that there are such practitioners in Changling, I might trust you, but it's a pity that there are no other practitioners in Changling." There are such practitioners in some places."
After a pause, he sneered slightly: "Changling only has merchants from the past, and they are rebels from the Guizhumen of the Daqi Dynasty."
The rickety old man suddenly became angry, and said sharply: "Bai Shanshui, don't be too presumptuous, I respect you as an outstanding person, don't you really treat me like a fish market and be afraid that you will fail!"
"You are from Qin, and I am from Wei. You were originally enemies. You respect me because you are afraid of my strength. As for me, the reason why my country was destroyed by Wei is not unrelated to your business. If it were not for you The reform of the merchants has made your great Qin country prosperous, how can you have the power to destroy three dynasties in a row? So I don’t have as much affection for your merchants as you think.”
Bai Shanshui smiled coldly, looked at the rickety old man and shook his head, and said: "You are not my opponent, you are too old...you can't even catch my sword."