"If I lose the bet, and Ye Celeng is indeed from Yuanwu, can we escape from Changling like Bai Shanshui?"
"No, because your true identity is known, and I won the first place in the Minshan Sword Association, Zheng Xiu will definitely have an association... The combination of us is more important to her than the entire Gushan Sword Collection."
"You and Shao Killer were assassinated by two South Vietnamese practitioners when you came here?"
"Not two South Vietnamese practitioners, but one South Vietnamese practitioner, and one from the Yelang Kingdom. Wang Taixu heard such news, which only shows that the officials who went to check were not discerning enough. "
"Is it Zheng Xiu?"
"She won't be so low-level. It's just killing people with a sword, and killing people with a sword is also her best method, but this time she didn't use someone else's sword to assassinate me, but used the sword of Minshan Sword Sect to kill those two cultivators. By."
"Who wants to kill you?"
"The masters who can use Nanyue and Yelang, except for the Chu man who came to our Wutongluo, I am afraid there is no one else."
"Lord Li Ling?"
"..."
In the ink garden, Ding Ning and Changsun Qianxue had fragmented conversations every day.
The conversation time is the same as when the phoenix tree falls, it is often very short, but it is a matter of life and death.
However, the emotions of the two became more and more calm.
After a heavy rain, Changling was also surprisingly peaceful, the blue sky was like washing, and the coolness permeated the room, a rare cool summer weather.
In the morning, Ding Ning ate sauerkraut fatty sausage noodles. He dug out a small copper shovel from the side room where the servants of the ink garden had placed sundries, and walked into the garden with it. He began to slowly dig the soil and move some flowers and plants. .
"Do you also know how to arrange the array according to the situation?"
The eldest grandson Qianxue hangs several pieces of washed clothes on the line. When a beautiful woman like her does such an ordinary thing, people will always have a strange feeling, as if such a scene should not happen like this.
After a short pause, Ding Ning looked at her and said, "Cultivators are progressing and changing, so they can't look down on other methods."
"I'm afraid it's because it wasn't just the sword that killed him back then, but also many methods that he looked down on back then." Changsun Qianxue lowered her eyelids and said coldly.
Ding Ning was silent for a moment, then nodded.
"No wonder he has always dreamed of obtaining the cultivation method of the Minshan Sword Sect. Others have suffered such injuries. They may not be able to go to the ground in three months. You have recuperated to such an extent in just a few days." Changsun Qianxue glanced at it. Ding Ning said: "Look at you and you will know what the result will be if the skills he practiced and the skills of the Minshan Sword Sect meet. Li Suxue is too stingy, even the gate of the Minshan Sword Sect was not opened to him... If he had obtained the Minshan Sword Sect's skills back then, the result might have been different."
Ding Ning looked down at the copper shovel in his hand, and said, "There are not so many possibilities."
The eldest grandson Qianxue turned around and walked towards the small courtyard where she lived, "Is it true that Baili Suxue didn't want to have any interaction with him because he criticized some sword moves and said that some sword styles were not used well?"
Ding Ning paused slightly and said, "I don't know."
The eldest grandson Qianxue did not speak again, and the conversation ended as the two of them were accustomed to before.
Ding Ning lowered his head and continued digging, dug some ditches and moved some stones and trees.
The countless small silkworms in his body continuously spit out silk-like true energy, forming a unique circulation, while the five qi in his body flow according to the method of the movement of the true energy of the Minshan Sword Sect.
If any practitioner can perceive the subtleties in his body at this moment, even if he puts aside the Nine Dead Silkworm's technique itself, he will fall into absolute shock.
Because this is the practice of two ways at the same time.
In just a few days, he perfectly integrated the two exercises, almost creating a new exercise.
The strength of the true essence in his body is constantly increasing at a speed that is difficult for all practitioners to understand.
This is probably the speed of practice that even Emperor You had never achieved.
Ding Ning can be sure that as long as he can continue to practice peacefully in Changling, he is destined to become the youngest seven-level practitioner in all records.
However, as the eldest grandson Qianxue came into Ye Celeng's sight, no matter how fast he practiced, he could no longer match Ye Celeng's attitude.
The absence of troops appearing around Moyuan soon does not mean that she has understood what she means, but it may mean a bigger and stronger net.
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The hot summer wind blows away the humidity and coolness in the alleys.
With the passage of time, Changling, which has experienced the two grand gatherings of the Lushan League and the Minshan Sword Festival, seems to have become more peaceful.
A few days after Ding Ning started digging and moving stones and trees in the courtyard, a carriage with hollowed-out carriages slowly drove to the main entrance of Moyuan. Behind this carriage was an ordinary carriage.
An exquisite palace boot stepped out of the carriage in front.
The maid with a peaceful face surnamed Rong landed on the slightly hot stone ground in front of the ink garden. Amidst the sounds of cicadas around her, she slowly saluted to the carriage of the Minshan Sword Sect that had been standing outside the ink garden for a long time , said: "I was ordered to see Ding Ning."
There was no movement in the carriage.
But the maid named Rong knew that this didn't mean that the practitioner who was probably even more murderous than Tantai Guanjian was not there, it just meant that he didn't refuse.
The maid surnamed Rong bowed again without changing her face, and then began to enter the garden.
Two maids walked out of the carriage behind her, each holding several brocade boxes, followed nervously.
Wang Taixu had already arranged a manpower in the ink garden. Before the maid surnamed Rong actually entered the inner garden, Ding Ning, who was rewarded by the porter, had washed her hands and was waiting for the maid surnamed Rong at the gate of the inner garden.
Looking at the maid Rong who was getting closer and closer from a distance, Ding Ning's face was just blindly calm, and he didn't make any sound.
The maid named Rong looked at Ding Ning standing on the steps from a distance, and she also walked not far from him before bowing and bowing, saying: "The empress has already issued the holy edict, because all of you Baiyang Cave students behaved It is too outstanding, so the Qingteng Sword Academy will be renamed Baiyangdong from now on. All matters will be handled by your uncle Li Daoji."
"Cave Master Xue has produced so many talents for my Daqin Sect, and they were buried in Houling as a national scholar."
"Your Majesty is thinking about your injury, and specially asked me to send you some things to heal and restore your body."
Ding Ning looked at her without any reaction.
Seeing that she stopped talking, he asked calmly, "Is it finished?"
The maid surnamed Rong frowned slightly, hesitated slightly, and said: "You are a smart person, so you don't need to say more."
Ding Ning nodded, looking past her body, and landed on the brocade boxes in the hands of the two maids behind her, "Is that what you gave me?"
The maid surnamed Rong looked at him and said, "Yes."
Ding Ning didn't even look at her, walked past her side by side, took the brocade box from the two maids, then continued to look forward and walked towards the gate of the ink garden.
The maid surnamed Rong frowned deeply, and the two good-looking maids looked at Ding Ning with a little paleness, not knowing what Ding Ning was going to do.
Ding Ning calmly walked out of the gate of the ink garden.
Not far from the gate, there is a stream, which itself is very clear, but because there are many neighbors who have relocated from Wutongluo around Moyuan, the water has become a bit dirty.
Seeing the dirty water with vegetable leaves and foam floating, Ding Ning opened all the brocade boxes without looking at the contents, then overturned them and poured everything inside into the dirty water.
Two uncontrollable exclamations sounded from behind him.
The two maids were completely pale. They never thought that Ding Ning would make such a move.
The maid surnamed Rong has already followed Ding Ning out of the door, only a few feet away from Ding Ning, her brows are only slightly frowned, and her voice is slightly cold: "This is equivalent to several years of taxes in a capital city."
Ding Ning turned around calmly, looked at her, and said, "So what?"
The maid surnamed Rong said slowly: "Even if it's made up, don't you think it's not enough?"
Ding Ning looked at her gentle face and apologetic eyes, and laughed, "Everyone is dead, can we make up for it?"
"If you talk about compensation."
He didn't look at the maid surnamed Rong, and walked back to the gate of Moyuan, "Unless you can bring the old man back to life and see me win the first place."
"I did what I promised him, but he couldn't see it. What's the point of compensation?"
"Uncle Li Daoji will not come back, even if he is in charge of the funeral. After he hears what I did today, he will respect my attitude."
Ding Ning paused before the threshold, turned around slightly, looked at the maid named Rong, and said seriously: "And... you should remember what I told you before the Minshan Sword Sect."
After saying this sentence, Ding Ning went straight through the gate and walked towards the inner courtyard without looking at her again.
The maid surnamed Rong did not look back at Ding Ning either.
She still didn't have much anger, she just felt that Ding Ning was stupid.
It's just that she couldn't help but began to recall what Ding Ning had said to her before the Minshan Sword Festival started.
"After the Minshan Sword Festival, I will definitely challenge you... I will definitely kill you!"
She remembered what Ding Ning said, and then some coldness that she hadn't felt for many years began to flow from her body.