The maid surnamed Rong walked quickly.
She casually walked into a farmyard and changed her clothes.
On weekdays, it is easy for her to find the trace of a certain person in Changling, but it is difficult for others to find her trace, as long as she is fast enough.
So when she kept walking, almost everyone just took a step behind her, just knowing where she had been.
She walked past a deserted compound.
There used to be a high stage outside the compound.
Now the roof of the stage is gone, and the steps of the stage have decayed, and the stage is covered with broken bricks and tiles, and overgrown with weeds.
Here she saw the man and his brother.
She adores them and wants to be one of them.
Then she finally had the opportunity to become a guest of the Zheng family in Jiaodong County, and became the personal maid of the perfect woman from Jiaodong County.
She walked past the stage and across a horse field.
The horse farm has been deserted, and the weeds are growing extremely vigorously.
There is a mass grave in the distant river port.
She remembered that it was here that she did the first thing she didn't want to do, deliberately delaying a military order, so that someone died in battle.
And that person was once one of the people in the Bashan Sword Field that she admired.
She didn't stop.
The figure quickly appeared in an apricot grove again.
There are two small bridges at the end of this apricot forest, facing two completely different directions.
She walked across one of the bridges.
These are the two bridges she wandered through in the past. After passing this bridge, she found that she began to become more and more distant from the person she wanted to be, and finally became someone she didn't like.
She detoured some more and arrived at a bustling market.
Here are all shops selling goods from the north and the south, with shade cloths supported by bamboo poles.
Even in summer, it is very lively, exuding the smell of all kinds of salted fish, bacon and condiments.
The strong stench couldn't cover up the smell of blood that passed into her consciousness.
She thought of the day three years before Emperor Yuanwu ascended the throne.
Here is the millstone of flesh.
Countless flying swords in the sky snapped easily like arrows and fell into the thick blood mud.
The corpses of those cultivators in four realms and five realms piled up like ordinary soldiers.
All the buildings here were turned into powder, and every slash of sword light brought out a mountain-like wave of blood and hundreds of fragments of corpses flying around, like a huge boat traveling in the waves.
Most of the people she saw on the stage died here.
She watched from a distance, she didn't know whether she felt lucky or afraid, she couldn't stand up, she sat on the ground and trembled constantly, and finally her body became cold.
After that, she became cold and cold.
She followed the young lady who walked out of Jiaodong County back then, and she no longer felt fear.
She knew that she had completely become the shadow of the queen.
Maid Rong looked at her own shadow.
The shadow is very lonely, only one.
She was already along the river bank, not far from the tea garden.
When she walked here indifferently and at a loss, she met that quiet tea master.
He didn't know her identity, he only thought she was a student from a practice place who got lost here, or a surviving retainer or lady from a family in Changling where blood was everywhere.
He took her in.
Just why, in the end, even he was gone
Regardless of the mud, she sat down on the river bank facing the tea garden.
She hugged her head and began to tremble as she did when she looked at the mountain of corpses that day.
She felt as if she had returned to that time.
For some reason, her mind became as clear as it was then.
She thought about all the things Ding Ning had done to her, and all that had happened these days, and she also felt familiar.
It's just that she thought of all the places she had just walked, and thought of those two bridges.
She stood up quickly again.
Walking towards the streets and alleys of Changling, he began to look for Ding Ning walking through Changling.
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Jing Liuli followed Ding Ning quietly like a maid, and Ye Jiannan followed Ding Ning quietly.
Ding Ning's speed through the streets and alleys is faster than that of the maids, and he will go through many shortcuts.
But he will also make short stops in certain places.
The first place he stopped was an unnamed alley.
Beside an ordinary farmyard, there is a broken stone tablet covered with moss.
Ding Ning stopped and opened the iron box on his back.
As a sword intent flowed out of the iron box, a piece of moss on the stone tablet was missing, revealing a neat cut surface, and then there was a faint to inconspicuous sword intent like an air current, which fell into Ding Ning's iron box inside.
Jing Liuli and Ye Framenan's breathing suddenly stopped.
They felt the faint and incomprehensible sword intent... Making them intuited that they could not comprehend it could only mean that it was too high and not at the same level. But Ding Ning's actions can let them understand what Ding Ning is doing.
Especially Jingruri.
She couldn't believe that Ding Ning could master such a sword scripture in such a short time.
Ding Ning continued to walk through these streets.
He walked past a mottled ancient wall.
Some of the white ash powder on the ancient wall fell off, revealing some traces that could not be seen even if people came to check later.
He walked through a wide stone road where many horses and horses traveled.
Some dust sputtered quietly from the crevices of the stone ground.
He walked past a vegetable garden.
In the torrential rain last summer, when Ye Ce came back from the cold and fought with Zhao Jianlu and Zhao Zhan, a gust of sword energy destroyed the vegetable garden.
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Except for Jing Liuli and Ye Jiannan, even some practitioners who have been following him closely cannot perceive such aura at all because they are not close enough.
In the eyes of all of them, Ding Ning finally just chose a very short-cut path to a guild hall.
That guild hall is called Xuanhu Hall, and it is a very large medical hall.
Among all the medical centers in Changling, it can be ranked second.
After Ding Ning appeared in front of this medical clinic, many people began to realize that this medical clinic had been taken over by the Xie family in Guanzhong.
Sun Xingtang, the owner of Xuanhutang, is one of the most famous physicians in Changling, and he is from Guanzhong.
When Ding Ning came to the gate of Xuanhutang, the old man in his seventies was already waiting in front of Xuanhutang.
"You have entered the fifth realm."
Seeing Ding Ning who greeted him calmly, after the old man returned the salute, he said in an unusually solemn and slow voice: "There has never been a practitioner who has entered the fifth realm so quickly...so you must not make any mistakes."
"I see what you mean."
Ding Ning smiled and said: "You hope that I will not be in a hurry, but if people always think that they can't be in a hurry, they will be slow instead. Maybe I will change in the future."
The old man was slightly startled, and then bowed earnestly, "I don't know as much about cultivation as you do, but what you said made me feel that there is some truth in being a human being."
Ding Ning also bowed back again: "It's such a troublesome senior."
The old man nodded, and retreated back to the medical clinic where most of the doctors had been dismissed, which was bustling in the past, but extremely quiet today.
Ding Ning stopped.
He put down the iron box he was carrying, and simply stood it up behind him, then he stood quietly at the door of the medical center, looking at the road ahead.
Seeing him stop completely, everyone began to understand that he was waiting for the maid named Rong here.
Jing Liuli and Ye Jiannan glanced at each other, they were even more sure that Ding Ning would not leave after stopping here.
So the two walked behind Ding Ning, in the shadow behind the door of Xuanhu Hall.
There was an inexplicable thunder in the sky.
There are no dark clouds, but it seems like someone is beating the drums for this upcoming drama.
…
There are no clouds in the sky.
In the alleyway on one side, a black cloud floated out.
Everyone on that side flocked elsewhere in fear.
There are many people in Changling who use umbrellas to shade them under the scorching sun, but no one’s umbrellas are so heavy in black.
Looking at the densely packed black umbrellas, everyone who saw it knew clearly that Ye Ce, the chief supervisor of Tiansi, was cold.
There is a stone bridge not far from this guild hall.
A carriage was parked beside the stone bridge.
The carriage is ordinary, but there is a dark and musty smell that makes many practitioners dare not pass here.
Only those ordinary people didn't notice it, and the crowd rushed towards that hall.
Looking down from the high turret, in the alleys of Changling City, there are countless people walking towards the guild hall like ants.
Huang Zhenwei, who had just boarded the turret closest to the guild hall, had worries and admiration in his eyes.
This kind of scene of empty streets has not appeared for many years.
But at the same time he was a little dazed.
Because his teacher Mo Shoucheng did not come.
He doesn't know why.