Listening to Ding Ning's words, Jing Liuli didn't say anything, but after taking another look at Qian Daoren who was lying on the ground, the moment she turned around, she spoke softly to Ding Ning: "Is your attitude towards him too cruel? A little bit. After all, he killed a person in front of so many people... You should know that most people in Changling don't like the queen because she is too cruel."
"I may end up not being liked by most people in Changling." Ding Ning got into the carriage, looked at his injured left hand, and said seriously, "I'm already very tired, so I can't care about what these people think."
Jing Liuli frowned slightly, thinking of Ding Ning's practice these days, and thinking of his determination to block the sword just now, she lowered her head, didn't say anything, just started driving.
…
The maid surnamed Rong stood under the eaves and waited.
The summer sun shone on the golden roof tiles, which was a little dazzling.
She knew that Ding Ning had gone to Huangyang Taoist temple.
When the carriage left Moyuan, she knew that something must happen today.
On weekdays, in fact, she doesn't value Taoist Qian very much, and even somewhat forgets Taoist Qian, just like many young people who have left their hometown for a long time, when they are very old, they even gradually forget their parents and those who Same as relatives.
But after all, it is impossible for people to really have no emotions.
Before being picked up by Taoist Qian as his disciple, she was just an orphan living on the street, and she could end up in two ways, either dying on the street, or becoming a young prostitute in a brothel.
Taoist Qian not only gave her the grace of teaching, but also the grace of nurturing her.
Just like Taoist Qian, although he gradually forgot about her on weekdays, the first time he saw Ding Ning, he still wanted to help her kill Ding Ning.
When Ding Ning really approached Taoist Qian, all the favors, guilt and kindness in the past also began to flood her body.
She didn't want Taoist Qian to have an accident.
The chirping of cicadas in the courtyard stopped.
Someone is coming.
A middle-aged practitioner in a yellow robe appeared at the gate of her courtyard and bowed slightly to her: "Taoist Qian is dead."
The heart of the maid surnamed Rong suddenly fell, she fell to nowhere, as if she fell into an invisible abyss under her body.
The middle-aged practitioner in the yellow robe slowly stood up straight, and there was some light in his eyes that was not usually seen, but at this time the maid surnamed Rong was not paying attention to him, so she didn't notice anything strange about him at all.
The strange light in the eyes of the middle-aged practitioner in the yellow robe faded quickly, then he lowered his head and continued, "The carriage didn't go back to the ink garden, but was going to a tea garden."
When the maid surnamed Rong heard the news of Taoist Qian's death, her body was still stiff, but when she heard the words of the middle-aged practitioner in the yellow robe at this time, she suddenly raised her head in disbelief and cried out in surprise Get up: "How could this be!"
In the eyes of many people in Changling who knew the maid named Rong, the maid named Rong is a clay puppet without much emotion, as cold as the Empress Empress, and it is unimaginable that such a voiceless exclamation fell on her.
The middle-aged practitioner in the yellow robe lowered his head a little more, and said, "Your Majesty tells you not to leave the palace."
The body and face of the maid surnamed Rong froze again.
There was no trace of blood on her face, just like a snowman piled up in the palace in winter.
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In the southern outskirts of the city, there are tea gardens.
When the carriage driven by Jing Ruri was heading towards the tea garden, a man wearing a bamboo hat and a black silk shirt was also walking towards the tea garden from a small path.
He and this tea garden are more than ten miles away, separated by a bamboo forest and a small stream with a wooden bridge covered with many green vines, the green vines even grow into the water, It looks very watery.
There was no one in the man's line of sight.
But he suddenly felt something and stopped.
The moment he stopped, the bamboo hat on top of his head was torn apart by several sharp weapons, and fell to the ground.
Below the bamboo hat is a pampered face, the unusually clean and dark long hair is tied up with a white jade ring, the facial features are delicate, and the face of a man who is not very old can be seen, giving the impression that even the eyebrows have been trimmed, It not only gives people a perfect but also gives people a very delicate feeling.
"Do you really want to do this?"
The man's exquisite eyebrows were slightly raised, and the moment he spoke, a pure black long sword appeared in front of him silently.
The blade of the sword is obviously very hard, but at this moment it is slowly flying around his body, but it gives people a particularly agile and soft feeling.
Sometimes the sword is in front of him, sometimes it is behind him, but no matter from which angle you look at it, this pure black sword and this man give people the feeling of being flawless.
"It doesn't have to be like this."
Shao's murderous voice sounded.
Before his voice sounded, there was no one on the wooden bridge covered with many green vines, but when his voice sounded, his figure had already appeared on that wooden bridge.
"As long as you stop here and wait for the tea plantation thing to end, it doesn't have to be."
Shao Killer looked at the man and said expressionlessly.
"You are very good at killing people." The man in black narrowed his eyes slightly to look at Shao Killing, shook his head, and said, "But you may not be my opponent."
Shao Killer gave him a cold look, and said, "I don't think about who's opponent... I just know that it's either to kill or be killed."
After a pause, Shao Killer looked at the fragments of the bamboo hat under the man's feet, and a hint of mockery and provocation emerged from the corner of his mouth: "Xu Fenqin, if you really have confidence, your bamboo hat will not break."
The man in black smiled arrogantly, looked at him and said, "Maybe I did it on purpose?"
Shao Killer's gaze sank, he looked coldly at the swimming black sword of the man in black, and said, "You know I don't like joking, so you can try it."
The man in black's smile disappeared, and his brows were raised, but he didn't say much, and the black sword was still just swimming, not moving forward.
"Actually, we don't have much meaning here."
After a few breaths, the man in black shook his head and said.
Shao Killer glanced at him and said, "It's really meaningless, because that carriage will eventually enter the tea garden, because she is the only one who doesn't want that carriage to enter the tea garden, but there are many people in Changling who want to let that carriage enter the tea garden." Enter the tea garden."
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The carriage is approaching the tea plantation.
For Jing Liuli, the journey of this carriage from Huangyang Dao Temple to here is smooth without any obstacles.
Like the last time he came to the tea garden, Ding Ning got off the carriage outside the tea garden, and walked along the ridge to the bamboo hut in the tea garden.
The owner of the tea garden, Zhang Luyang, a quiet middle-aged man, was carrying water. When he saw Ding Ning and Jing Liuli approaching, he put down his burden and nodded to Ding Ning and Jing Liuli.
Ding Ning nodded in return, and then said, "You lied."
"Qian Daoren is dead, I killed him."
"Now I challenge you."