In the early morning, the sound of horseshoes sounded in the silent streets.
In Changling, it is the most normal thing for a carriage to pass through the streets.
However, the voice came from Mo Yuan.
Many cultivators who have cultivated their minds deeply in their daily lives suddenly raised their heads at this moment, looking at the source of the voice.
Soon, it was the carriage that appeared in their sight.
It was still Joruri who was driving.
Three days ago, she dug an osmanthus tree from the osmanthus forest of the palace general, shattered the carriage with a sword, and transported the osmanthus tree back to Moyuan. Now this carriage does not have a carriage, so Ding Ning is just sitting on a cart, without any cover.
However, no one thought it was ridiculous, but a more or less shocking and disturbing emotion rose in their hearts.
Because every time this carriage came out of Moyuan, it would do enough things to shock the entire Changling.
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There is a Taoist temple in the north of Changling City, and many tall boxwoods are planted in front of the gate.
Few people come to this Taoist temple on weekdays, but as the carriage from Moyuan got closer and closer, this Taoist temple suddenly fell into the sight of everyone in Changling.
The carriage driven by Jing Liuli stopped at the entrance of this Taoist temple, and then her brows were immediately frowned.
The black painted gate of the Taoist temple was ajar, but no one came out to greet him.
The reason why Jing Liuli frowned was not because of herself, but because she knew that the Taoist in this Taoist temple should know her identity, and in a sense, she represented the Minshan Sword Sect.
Behind the carriage, many carriages and pedestrians followed one after another. The sound of people around this clean Taoist temple gradually increased, but the inside of the Taoist temple was still silent, not even the sound of footsteps.
Ding Ning was sitting on the carriage and hadn't got off yet.
Everyone's eyes were on him, and they were all guessing the purpose of his coming here and what he would do next.
Jing Liuli's brows were still frowning, and she also turned her head to look at Ding Ning who was sitting quietly in the car.
She was thinking that she should speak out in this situation, but if after she spoke out, the people in the Taoist temple still pretended to be dead, and no one paid attention to her, and she didn't know how to deal with it. Not knowing how to deal with it was an extremely embarrassing thing for her.
Just when she looked back, Ding Ning raised her head.
He looked at the tall boxwood tree covered with branches and leaves above his head, and reached out to touch it beside him, but he picked up a wine bag.
The wine bag was really wine, when Ding Ning raised his head and drank it, Jing Liuli smelled a strong aroma of wine, this aroma made her feel very comfortable, and even gave her a desire to drink the wine , but at this moment, Ding Ning had already said: "This boxwood tree should have been there when this Taoist temple was here, right?"
There seemed to be an invisible magic power in his voice, which made Jing Liuli subconsciously follow his gaze to look up.
The morning sun shone through the gaps in the leaves, making her eyes narrow slightly.
This is indeed a very old and tall boxwood tree.
Things that are very old naturally have a unique aesthetic feeling.
However, the reason why her eyes narrowed slightly was that she felt Ding Ning's murderous aura.
"Cut the tree."
Ding Ning put down his wine bag, licked the corners of his mouth, and laughed, showing his rare white teeth, and said softly, "If no one comes out, all these poplar trees will be chopped off."
Jing Ruri's eyes brightened slightly.
She learned how to deal with this situation in the future.
She nodded and got out of the car.
Her body began to emit a strange faint fluorescence. She stretched out her right hand, as if she wanted to touch the boxwood in front of her, but the moment the light on the edge of her palm touched the boxwood, on the trunk of the boxwood, There was also a circle of faint light.
In the next moment, the boxwood tree fell crookedly like a drunk drunk, and fell to the boxwood next to it. The branches and leaves rubbed against each other, and there were countless sounds that were not loud, but very disturbing. The sound of palpitations.
Looking at the fallen boxwood tree, Jing Liuli felt a little pity, but for some reason, she felt very happy when she smelled the smell of alcohol in her nostrils.
Without stopping for a moment, under the shocked eyes of everyone, she went straight to a boxwood tree next to her.
"Why did these trees bother you?"
At this moment, a long sigh came from the Taoist temple.
Jing Liuli raised her brows slightly and paused her footsteps, but at this moment, Ding Ning's voice came to her ears again: "It's cut."
Jing Liuli's eyes flashed violently, without any hesitation, she stretched out her hand and swung it out again.
The boxwood plant in front of her slammed and fell down.
Suddenly two boxwood trees fell in front of the Taoist temple, and the site suddenly became empty.
There was a bang on the door of the Taoist temple, and someone pushed it open from the inside out. An elderly Taoist priest stood at the door. His complexion was originally very white, but now it became even whiter.
"These boxwoods were planted by my master himself, and it has been more than three hundred years ago."
The white-faced veteran's beard trembled slightly, looking at Jing Liuli and Ding Ning: "I don't know what you guys are going to do!"
Ding Ning glanced at him calmly, his eyes fell to his waist, then shook his head, and said lightly: "You brought a sword... so you should be very clear about what I'm going to do."
Jing Liuli frowned suddenly again, she saw that the white-faced old man's robe sleeves were very wide, so the scabbard at the waist was covered so that only a small part was left exposed.
It was a white jade-like scabbard, very small, so one could imagine that the sword inside must also be very small.
This white-faced old man is naturally Taoist Qian.
Hearing Ding Ning's plain words at this time, his eyes fell on the two fallen boxwood trees, and when he saw the scattered leaves on the ground, his body began to tremble slightly, and he said, "You are too aggressive. .”
"Don't use such a clumsy method."
Ding Ning smiled slightly mockingly, and said: "If you really want to hide, you can close the Taoist temple and hide farther away. Waiting in the open door, full of sword intent, you have long been pregnant and want to kill me for her You are so old, you should have seen through many things long ago, two boxwood trees will not make you sad to this extent. It makes people feel that I am too aggressive, and you are forced to take action... Such a clumsy method , it really doesn't make any sense."
Jing Liuli listened quietly, thinking about some of the details mentioned in Ding Ning's words, the expression on her face became more and more disdainful, when Ding Ning finished speaking, she snorted coldly, "Shameless old thing. "
Qian Daoren's face was already slightly stiff, but when he heard Jing Liuli's cold snort, his face suddenly became extremely ugly.
In just one breath, the trembling of his body completely stopped, but a cold and cruel smile emerged from the corner of his mouth.
"Are you really..." He looked at Ding Ning and said softly, "Are you going to force me to kill you?"
Ding Ning saw the cruel smile on his lips, and laughed too. He didn't respond directly to his words, but said softly: "You should have a senior brother. Originally, this Taoist temple should belong to him...but now this Taoist temple belongs to him. The Taoist temple belongs to you only because that maid is your apprentice, so just based on this, I have a reason to kill you."
Taoist Qian took a deep breath.
He didn't say anything, just looked up at Ding Ning, and said, "I accept your challenge."
The voice of his words is very loud, at least people within hundreds of feet can hear it.
Jing Liuli turned around, and while walking behind Ding Ning, she asked Ding Ning softly, "Are you really going to kill him?"
Ding Ning glanced at her and said, "He has a damn reason, if he wants to kill me, then I will kill him."
Taoist Qian didn't hear the conversation between Ding Ning and Jing Liuli, but he could feel Ding Ning's confidence.
"Actually, even if it's not because of her, but because of your current attitude, I want to try to see if I can kill you." He restrained his cold smile, looked at Ding Ning and said seriously: "I have lived in Changling for so long. , I have seen so many powerful practitioners, but I have never seen a practitioner with your cultivation level have such confidence that he can kill a practitioner like me. Just this kind of curiosity is enough for me to give it a try try."
"In other words, it's my apprentice's reason that restricts my thoughts and makes me hesitate what kind of impact it will have on her if I lose to you and die at your hands."
After a pause, Daoren Qian looked at Ding Ning and said, "As a swordsman in Changling, such a temptation is hard to refuse... Even if I die by your hands, such a battle will probably be recorded in the history books .”
"Then I'll let you record it in the history books."
Ding Ning laughed and said, "Because your cultivation is much better than mine, so I won't give in, I will rush to make a move... Please!"
The moment the word "please" sounded, Ding Ning had already made a move.
He grasped the hilt of the Last Foil Sword and stabbed forward.
Daoren Qian was not surprised. The flying sword he cultivated was based on speed, so he expected that Ding Ning would rush to make a move, and even if Ding Ning rushed to make a move, he didn't think Ding Ning would really be able to seize the opportunity.
When Ding Ning just grasped the hilt of Mo Hua Canjian, there was a sound from his waist, and a small sword hidden in the white jade scabbard flew out of the scabbard.
However, at this moment, to his disbelief, he felt a sword intent appearing beside him, a sword intent completely different from Ding Ning.