Being able to defeat and being able to kill are two completely different concepts in the world of practitioners.
Since the battle above the Weihe River last year, Bai Shanshui has been defeated again and again, as if Changling is really a city full of bad luck for her, but today, whether it is extremely prosperous or not, the realm of practice has reached a higher level.
"Congratulations."
Ye Celen congratulated softly, shook his head again, and said, "The Great Floating Prison is not as simple as you imagined, it's not enough to just kill Shen Xuan."
"It's impossible for me to make a move."
After a pause, Ye Ce looked at Bai Shanshui coldly, and continued, "I'm different from you. I must ensure that I can stay in Changling."
"I understand." Bai Shanshui smiled slightly, and said: "If I make a move, no one will even notice your Tianyishui. I know that I am not enough alone, so I will find the eldest lady of the Gongsun family."
"Let's call her grandson Qianxue, she owes me a life, my brother's life." Bai Shanshui took a deep breath and said, "She can't refuse me."
Ye Ce turned his head away calmly and said, "I hope you can succeed."
"How many people are left who can stand opposite Yuan Wu and Zheng Xiu?" Bai Shanshui laughed at himself and said, "If this fails, then the only option is to treat Changling as a tomb and bury myself here place."
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The sweltering heat has arrived, and only the early morning is somewhat cool.
Because of the existence of the carriage of the Minshan Sword Sect outside the gate of Moyuan, few practitioners passed by. Only the opposite side of the courtyard where the residents of Wutongluo lived became more and more lively and slowly turned into a vegetable market. .
Wang Taixu got down from the carriage, looked at the bustling vegetable market over there, and shook his head involuntarily.
Only the young man in the garden could do such a thing to make such a cold place like Moyuan so approachable.
He has been in the Mo Garden many times, and at this time many of the people in charge of daily life in the garden are also his cronies, but this time Wang Taixu's face is extraordinarily solemn.
He walked quickly and straight through the courtyard where he could see everything at a glance, and walked into the small courtyard where Ding Ning and Changsun Qianxue lived in the deepest part of the ink garden.
When he saw Ding Ning waiting for him, he frowned and said, "I don't even feel safe on letter paper... What's the matter?"
"It's been another day." Ding Ning looked at Wang Taixu's slightly white temples, then slightly raised his head to look at the newborn Chaoyang with some emotion, and then slowly said: "I want you to go to Yanchao Shangdu."
Wang Taixu raised his eyebrows slightly, didn't say anything, just looked at Ding Ning.
Ding Ning slowly stated the content of the conversation between Geng Ren and himself, including the words that he made the decision for Wang Taixu without Wang Taixu's consent.
After Ding Ning finished speaking, he looked at Wang Taixu and finally said: "This sounds like a deal, I exchanged you for my interests, but you know it's not the case."
"I'll get ready."
There was no superfluous expression on Wang Taixu's face, he looked at Ding Ning quietly, and said: "Since the letter paper is not safe, I will try to leave a person in Changling, although it will take several months to travel to and from Dayan, But it might work."
Ding Ning also looked at him quietly, and said, "After the farewell, I don't know what will happen next."
On the street far away from Changling, there is a procession leaving Changling. The chariots and horses are like dragons. Along the way, many people are lining up to see them off. All kinds of pastries and fresh melons and fruits are desperately stuffed onto the chariot as if they don’t need money.
Immediately there was a drum and trumpet sounded, accompanied by faint cheers, even passed into the ink garden, and passed into the ears of Wang Taixu and Ding Ning.
Ding Ning frowned slightly, and said, "What's that sound?"
Wang Taixu carefully identified the direction, and said: "It's Song Ren, the general of the Tiger Wolf Northern Army. He was rewarded and led the army to garrison outside the pass. He was known for his bravery before, and he was good at night attacks. He was known as General Ye Feibao .Now it should be an official march to leave the city, and the city will send you off."
Ding Ning pondered for a while, "Is it Liang Lian's confidant?"
Wang Taixu nodded.
"It seems that she is completely disappointed in him." Ding Ning smiled lightly, "He should also leave Changling soon."
Wang Taixu's eyes were filled with some cold flames that he didn't usually have, and he said: "He should have been seriously injured in the ambush of Bai Shanshui last time."
"Don't think about handling this matter before leaving Changling. Since Zheng Xiu doesn't want him to die, he just wants to send him elsewhere. No matter how seriously injured he is, he won't be easier to kill than at other times." Ding Ning saw what he meant, shook his head, and said: "And your thoughts are his thoughts, and he will also want to deal with some unpleasant things before leaving Changling. You are different from me, I You are already a true disciple guarded by people from the Minshan Sword Sect, and you are just a hero after all. Killing you will not make Zheng Xiu more disappointed in him, nor will it change the fact that he left Changling, so you You must leave earlier. Taking advantage of this time to retreat will only make people think that you are avoiding disasters, and will not make people think that you are going far away to Yanchao Shangdu."
"You never missed what you said before, so I will go soon."
"The man I left behind is called Bai Nanxi. His shoes are different from others. Others can't tell, but I believe you can."
After saying these two sentences to Ding Ning, Wang Taixu didn't stop any longer, turned around and left quickly.
It would take a lot of time for a person like him to leave Changling.
"Liang Lian is the one you said, the one who betrayed Li Guanlan back then?"
Changsun Qianxue is like Ding Ning's shadow, but when Wang Taixu's figure disappeared from Ding Ning's sight, she appeared behind Ding Ning.
But Ding Ning is very used to this.
He didn't turn his head to look at Changsun Qianxue, but just nodded.
Changsun Qianxue looked at his back, but seemed to see through his body, and said coldly: "You want to kill him before he leaves Changling?"
Ding Ning didn't deny it, and said: "If you go to a place that is too far away, if you want to kill him, you don't know when it will be."
Changsun Qianxue heard his somewhat desolate voice and said, "But you just said that he is harder to kill than usual."
Ding Ning sighed softly and said, "So we can only wait."
"If the opportunity arises."
He turned around, looked at the eldest grandson Qianxue who was no longer willing to speak, and said seriously: "I will kill the maid named Rong first, because she is easier to kill."
The eldest grandson Qianxue is too familiar with Ding Ning, she saw some flickering lights in his eyes, and she knew that some plans were brewing in his mind.
"Then continue to wait."
"Waiting to be killed, or killed."
"Anyway, I don't want to wait any longer."
She said three words in a row, which was completely different from usual, and then she pressed her lips tightly, turned and walked back to her bedroom.
"Who wants to wait any longer?"
Ding Ning sat down on the steps, looked silently at the direction of the distant voice, and said silently to himself: "Speaking of waiting... no one will wait as long as me, and no one will wait so painfully. "
It was a little hard for him to understand why Ye Celeng hadn't appeared in front of him yet.
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While he was waiting in Changling City, Zhang Yi was on his way across the border between Qin and Chu.
For some reason, the old dignitary who liked to wear black shirts promised that the Immortal Talisman Sect would accept him as a disciple, but he did not make any arrangements for him along the way. Without formal customs clearance documents, it is impossible for Daqin practitioners like him to wear After passing through many capitals of the Chu Dynasty, it then went to the hinterland of the Yan Dynasty, which bordered the Chu Dynasty.
When he took a detour on the Qin-Chu border and slept in the open for several days, he finally encountered a caravan.
Strictly speaking, this caravan is engaged in a legitimate business, but it is not a big business, so in Chu, it cannot compete with those companies that are in business with Chu, and cannot make a living. It can only exchange manpower and time for some meager profits. The border of the Qin Dynasty transported some tea and satin produced in the Qin Dynasty to the border of the Yan Dynasty. At the same time, some rewards were also collected, and some Yan people in Qin who wanted to return to the Yan Dynasty were brought back along the way.
Because this kind of caravan is too small, the Yan people brought back along the way are unlikely to be fugitives or other heavyweights. They are often just some veterans, handymen, craftsmen and the like who were living in Qin during the old battles. There are no powerful figures in such a caravan, only some warriors who are good at using swords and arrows.
So when they found out Zhang Yi's identity as a practitioner, even though they didn't know what kind of practitioner Zhang Yi was, the caravan easily accepted Zhang Yi.
After all, walking in the barren border, the possibility of encountering horse thieves is very small, but it is not possible that you will not encounter some soldiers and bandits pretending to be horse thieves and come out to fight the autumn wind, and even some legendary beasts.
It is very uncomfortable to rush on the road in the scorching heat, especially for some elderly people who are already weak.
So in the early morning of this day, an old man who paid some rewards and let the caravan take him back to the border of Yandi began to vomit.
Although the leader of the caravan had arranged for him to travel with the most docile horse, the old man still vomited.
In summer, the foul-smelling vomit not only covered the clothes in front of the old man, but also stained the saddle of the horse under the old man.
Seeing such a scene, except for the leader of the caravan frowning and throwing him a wet cloth towel, everyone around the old man couldn't help but cover their mouths and noses and try to stay as far away as possible, but Zhang Yi walked away. He climbed up, comforted the old man's back, and began to wipe the old man and feed him warm water.