"Does he like to forgive so much?"
In the depths of Xia's courtyard, there is a lotus pond. In front of the lotus pond, stood a man in green shirt.
This man in the green shirt had obviously lived in the Nanquan towns for a long time, and he even spoke with some accents from the Nanquan towns, but his clothes were no different from those of Changling people.
To be exact, the clothes on his body, some of the accessories he was wearing, including the cloth belt that tied his hair, were all in the style of Changling more than ten years ago.
His face also has the distinctive features of Changling people. His face is a bit square, his body is as tall and straight as a sword, his shoulders are broad, and his complexion is a little yellowish. He is not as handsome and delicate as the people in central Chu.
However, the breath on his body is completely different from that of ordinary Changling practitioners.
When he spoke coldly, the vibrant lotus in front of him quietly withered, and some of the fresh breath turned into a faint blue air current, and finally turned into a pale black cold vitality, flowing into his palm.
This kind of cultivation method that quietly devours the vitality of living beings was considered an evil method by many practitioners even in the Daqi Dynasty.
Practicing this kind of exercise has the greatest impact on Shouyuan.
In other words, to put it in the simplest terms, if you forcibly plunder too much mixed vitality into your body, you will easily die earlier than others.
"Since he brought Bashan Sword Field back to the world in this way, and since he likes to be public so much, then I will meet him in public."
The man in the blue shirt, who seemed to have locked himself in the time of more than ten years ago, slowly turned around, looked at the several members of the Xia family who had already been unable to bear the pressure, and said lightly: "Send me to meet him."
This sentence is a kind of relief for the people of the Xia family.
A carriage quickly arrived in front of the man in blue.
The interior of the carriage is exquisite and gorgeous, but the exterior is very shabby.
The man in the green shirt knew why the members of the Xia family did this.
Because Ding Ning came to these Nanquan towns in a very ordinary carriage, and now that there is no objection to his identity, since they met him, the Xia family didn't even dare to look more ostentatious than Ding Ning's carriage.
In fact, the Xia family had long since succumbed, unable to bear the pressure long ago.
The man in the blue shirt didn't pay attention, but when he closed his eyes slightly in the carriage, there was some sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.
Going around and getting into entanglements seems to be the same group of people from back then.
In the final analysis, the battle of those people back then is still going on.
The next moment, a hint of sadness and anger appeared on his face, but it quickly disappeared and turned into indifference.
On the road rolled by the wheels of the carriage, the green grass quickly withered and turned yellow, and the vitality that turned blue first and then black entwined around the wheels of the carriage.
The blackness on the wheels of the carriage was inconspicuous at first, and gradually became like countless black vines growing continuously.
In the gutters on both sides of the road, bubbles continued to come out.
No matter how indifferent and calm the face of the man in the carriage was, these natural reactions of vitality could not conceal the incomparably chaotic emotions in his heart.
Looking at these astonishing appearances, all the practitioners gathered in Nanquan towns were able to confirm the strength of the practitioner in the carriage, but they couldn't guess the identity of this person at all.
Could this be a practitioner of the Great Qi Dynasty
How could such a practitioner hide in the Xia family, and why did he stand firmly opposite the Bashan Sword Field
The most important thing is that the aura he exudes seems to have no intention of yielding to Ding Ning at all.
"Resentment condenses. It's more difficult than I imagined, because I owe him. You don't have to come out."
When he saw clearly the carriage coming from Xia's house, Ding Ning's expression became very heavy. He left the crepe village by himself, walked to the outermost bridge, and faced the carriage.
The moment the Xia family's practitioner saw Ding Ning's figure appearing on the bridge, he reined in his horse naturally, wanting to stop the carriage far away.
However, the moment he exerted force with his hands, he was blown out of the carriage by a cold force without any resistance, and landed behind the carriage.
There was a rapid breathing sound.
The carriage didn't slow down and rushed all the way to the bottom of the bridge. Even when many people thought that the carriage was about to hit Ding Ning on the bridge, the carriage stopped.
Ding Ning's expression did not change. He bowed solemnly and saluted the people in the carriage who hadn't shown up yet.
The people around who saw this scene were silently shocked.
What kind of character is worthy of his first salute
"It seems that you have already guessed who I am."
The voice of the man in the green shirt sounded, he appeared at the front of the car, but he didn't get off the car, just like Ding Ning looked at Li Jiaoyue before, he looked at Ding Ning condescendingly.
His voice was very peaceful, but when such a voice sounded, the black air wrapped around the wheels of the carriage flew towards the surrounding sky like countless frightened bats.
"You should be Master Shang's eldest disciple, Wen Guanyue." Ding Ning took a deep breath and replied.
The man in the green shirt didn't deny it. He looked at Ding Ning and continued, "You can forgive others, but who will forgive you? You are still alive, but my teacher is dead, so he has no way to forgive you."
After a pause, he continued word by word: "I will not forgive you either. Even if you can kill me today, you need a reason to kill me. If you think there is a reason, you can kill me."
The man's voice was like thunder constantly exploding in the minds of everyone around him.
In the past, when the Bashan Sword Field promoted reforms, it first relied on merchants.
However, in order to make a balance, the merchant has become a victim. For practitioners in Changling, they may know that the merchant has kept an orphan girl. Leave.
"It's good that you're alive."
Ding Ning looked into Wen Guanyue's eyes and said quietly: "I thought you were dead, but I didn't expect you to escape. I got the news too late, and when I rushed back, I only had time to rescue her alone."
"Even if she was the only one left, you still saved one person, but do you think it's all due to you? If it weren't for my junior sister pretending to be her to attract many practitioners who were chasing and killing me, if it weren't for so many of me A friend is risking her life and death, can you have the time and opportunity to keep her?"
Wen Guanyue laughed loudly, "Don't forget, you personally asked my teacher to help you, but have you fulfilled your promise to my teacher? I don't owe you and your Bashan sword field, only you and Bashan sword The market owes us merchants. So I will not forgive you."
"Don't tell me that you have tried your best. Now the final result is that my teacher and my friends died because of you, but you are still alive."
"Don't tell me that the enemy is Yuan Wu and Zheng Xiu. If it weren't for you... Yuan Wu and Zheng Xiu would never be able to sit in that position."