Wang Taixu left this small courtyard.
Ding Ning was lying on the soft couch in the bedroom. The feeling of aging in his body and the exhaustion caused by the energy consumed during the healing of the injury should have made him drowsy, but in this quiet and silent room, he was There was no sign of sleepiness at all, and the mood became more and more anxious.
This is indeed his problem.
He is very clear that this emotion comes from the fact that his revenge has really begun, like an arrow shot out and there is no room for it to be retracted. This emotion also comes from the fact that he is now waiting for the grandson Qianxue.
For so many years of practicing quietly in the alleys of Changling, waiting for the opportunity of revenge, Changsun Qianxue is used to only focusing on cultivation and letting him think about other things, and he has long been used to Changsun Qianxue's wine shop in Wutongluo waiting for him. Her coldness also seemed to be the source of his being able to wait calmly and quietly all these years.
With habit comes weakness.
Feeling agitated and no longer calm, it is easier to think of more things, thinking of those who have been dead for a long time, thinking of Xue Wangxu who died not long ago, in this cold room, Ding Ning felt more and more lonely, but The sadness and anger in his chest and abdomen were burning like wildfire.
The sound of cold and familiar footsteps came to his ears.
"Who is that Minshan Sword Sect member outside?"
Looking at the eldest grandson Qianxue who pushed the door and entered, and listening to the words she asked, Ding Ning's eyes stayed on her picturesque face, and he didn't answer for a moment.
The eldest grandson Qianxue was a little displeased, and frowned slightly.
Ding Ning took a deep breath and said, "Shao kills people, I remember I mentioned to you that the disciples picked up by the old lord of the Minshan Sword Sect are the best at killing people. , apart from Baili Suxue, I am afraid that even Tantai Guanjian will die in his hands."
Changsun Qianxue frowned, recalled for a moment, and said in a cold voice: "Why don't I remember that you mentioned Shao's murder to me?"
Ding Ning suddenly felt cold all over his body.
He realized that there was indeed a big problem with his state today, and he accidentally said a very serious wrong thing.
It's just that the eldest grandson Qianxue was also a little irritable today, she didn't think too much about it, she didn't get entangled in this problem, but her expression became a little colder, and she said: "Bai Shanshui came to Wutongluo to look for me that night."
Ding Ning's body was even colder, he raised his head with difficulty, looked at Changsun Qianxue, and said: "Wang Taixu told me that the people who supervise Tiansi often appear around Wutongluo these days. I didn't understand the reason before, but now Thinking about it, it must be that Bai Shanshui passed by Wutongluo that night... and Wutongluo doesn't seem to have anyone worthy of Bai Shanshui's attention except me, so Supervisor Tiansi will definitely investigate what Bai Shanshui has to do with us."
A layer of frost slowly formed on Changsun Qianxue's face, "Ye Celeng will definitely think of Fan Zhuo's death, so... she should soon find out my true identity?"
Ding Ning was silent for a moment, "You must leave Changling."
Changsun Qianxue was silent for a while, and said, "I will not leave Changling."
Ding Ning's face immediately turned blood red, but because he was too emotional, he opened his mouth but couldn't speak, accompanied by a violent cough.
"Leave Changling, and then keep fleeing?" Changsun Qianxue's face regained her composure, and she said coldly, "I want to take a gamble."
Ding Ning finally recovered his breath, and said angrily, "How do you bet?"
"Everyone wants to see Ye Celeng's true attitude." Changsun Qianxue said coldly, "Everyone wants to know whether Ye Celeng belongs to Emperor Yuanwu, or the person who has always been devoted to teaching her swordsmanship."
"Then what? If she belongs to Emperor Yuanwu, are you waiting to be besieged by the army like Bai Shanshui? Not everyone has the same luck as Bai Shanshui, and not everyone has a sword master like that." Die for her!" Ding Ning was so angry that he almost roared.
"This is my business. If you feel that there is no hope, you can leave Changling by yourself."
Changsun Qianxue gave Ding Ning a cold look, and said slightly ironically, "Didn't you also always want to find out who Ye Celeng's heart really is?"
Ding Ning was speechless.
He knows that what she decides cannot be changed.
"This is your thing."
The eldest grandson Qianxue took out a copper-green secret box from her sleeve and handed it to Ding Ning.
Ding Ning looked at the copper box containing the king's jade bi and remained silent.
"You rushed back to Changling in such a hurry, and you don't want to talk when you see me?" Changsun Qianxue looked at Ding Ning, who was rarely so downcast, and said coldly, "If you don't want to leave Changling, you want to stay and play with me for a while?" Bet, then at least tell me what to do next."
Ding Ning took a deep breath, and said slowly: "Since Jian Tiansi has noticed something, if you don't want to leave Changling, then you can only wait for the result here... Also, help me heal my wounds."
Changsun Qianxue took a look at Ding Ning, said no more, and signaled Ding Ning to get out of the way, then she put up the silk curtain and waded down beside Ding Ning.
Like many aloof female practitioners, she actually has a serious obsession with cleanliness. Today Li Ding Ning's body is not clean, and various plasters even faintly penetrated through the gauze and stained the bed. However, she did not make any complaints this time. It's just that when she lay down, her tightly pursed lips trembled slightly.
She was lying on her side with her clothes on as usual, Ding Ning couldn't see her face, and all he could think about at this moment was his own injury and cultivation.
He asked his grandson Qianxue to wait, but he had to be able to go out and make some preparations himself.
Countless tiny voices resounded in his body.
The withered yellow light spot inside the pure white jade in his hand kept jumping up.
Strains of scorching vitality rushed crazily through his meridians. The scorching heat made his inner meridians seem to be on fire, but every time his meridians seemed to be on fire, Changsun Qianxue's body wet However, the icy breath that comes out always suppresses it, and then the two perfectly blend together.
These vitality circulated in his body according to the practice route of Minshan Sword Sect, and the damaged parts in his body were repaired at a speed unimaginable by ordinary practitioners like dry land suffering from rain.
The first step of his revenge is always since he entered the Minshan Sword Sect, because the Minshan Sword Sect's true energy cultivation technique and the nine-death silkworm he cultivated have amazing complementary effects. With the assistance of Changsun Qianxue's double cultivation, his healing and cultivation speed has reached a speed that he has never had before, and he can't imagine it at all.
Even he himself didn't know that the remnant sword beside him was soaked in his breath, as if sensing an old person, it automatically lit up, and sporadic and beautiful white flowers bloomed continuously on the sword.
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A thunderclap sounded high in the sky, and it fell with a dull rumble.
The sunny summer was instantly driven away by thick rain clouds, and a torrential rain poured down before many people had time to prepare for it.
The water falling from the eaves of the rain is like a curtain, and Ye Ce sits on a low bamboo chair with her knees hugged like an innocent girl with her bare feet. She looks at the dark sky and the lightning flashes inside. Lei Ming looked in the direction of Mo Yuan.
The coldness emanating from Changsun Qianxue's body only wrapped around her body for a few feet, and she couldn't even perceive Shao Muran in the carriage in a corner outside the gate of Moyuan. However, she seemed to feel the coldness coming from the depths of Moyuan. There was obviously a strange blush on his face, but instead his body kept trembling lightly like a chill.
No one can know what's really going on in her heart.
In these years, even Chief Supervisor Chen, who was closest to her, and even the old servant who had been following her all the time could not understand what was really going on in her heart.
She just had infinite scenery in Changling, and lived with great difficulty.
During the heavy rain last year, she was ordered to come back from overseas, but Zhao Jianlu, who had never entered Changling, actually entered Changling, which made her feel that Changling, whose white walls and black tiles never changed change.
Now her hunch was proven right.
In the rainstorm last year, changes began, what kind of changes will happen in this year's rainstorm
The heavy courtyard door in front of her was slowly pushed open from the outside.
Ye Ce looked up coldly.
A bright light appeared in the rain curtain ahead, and the falling raindrops suddenly stagnated, as if they were about to fly out sideways, towards the person who pushed the door.
However, at this moment, as she frowned, these raindrops fell free of their restraints and fell to the ground again.
Someone pushed the door open and closed the door behind him.
This is a tall and slender woman in a blue cloth.
The blue clothes on her body seemed too loose, sticking wetly to her body, but what made her look most embarrassed was her messy and tangled hair.
Her skin was fair and smooth, but there was no blood to be seen.
She looked like an ordinary traveler who had been drenched in the rain for a long time, without any strong aura on her body.
However, Ye Celeng knew who she was, and knew that she was able to attract his attention when he pushed the door, not only because of his own ecstasy, but also because the other party could blend in with the rain.
Ye Ce stood up coldly, his face wrinkled and cold, and he sneered: "This rain fell suddenly, and it stopped as soon as it said it would stop, Bai Shanshui, are you really desperate or have too much water in your head, dare to come to me to find me ?”