At this time, she finally figured it out.
The former Wang Jingmeng and today's Ding Ning did not fully understand her before the Changling incident.
Before that, she knew him better.
And after the change in Changling, when he became Ding Ning in that back alley, when he and his eldest grandson Qianxue worked together, he finally understood her better.
The rain couldn't expose her traces.
Ye Celeng used up all the true energy in his body, and left after such a rain, just to get her covered in rain. It seemed meaningless, but it was a deliberate humiliation.
Let her eat insects, let her catch the wind and cold, let her get wet in the rain, let her run around in this mountain forest like a lost dog to avoid pursuers, and even dare not take a shot at anyone, but the other party is deliberately trying to beat her back to her original form, She called back the female cultivator who was trying to survive in Jiaodong County from the position of Empress Daqin.
And all of this stems from Ding Ning's understanding of her.
It was because of this understanding that he calculated that Ye Xinhe was likely to be ordered by her to kill Master Yan from Yuyang County.
Then he killed Ye Xinhe and found his place.
At the same time, these methods against her are also reminding her that she did the same to him back then.
Today, there is no friendship between him and her, and he just wants to return all the hatred and humiliation of the past.
An emotion quite different from anger rose in her body along with the cold.
She can look directly at the existence in her heart, so she clearly knows what kind of emotion it is.
Over the years, she has become more and more disappointed with Yuan Wu, even completely disappointed. It is impossible for her not to regret it.
From Changling back then to now, except that she cared a little about Wang Jingmeng, the rest of these heroes, those powerful men in the world, are all the same in her eyes, there is nothing to care about.
So she is really cold.
Many times people just look forward, only when she reaches the position she saw back then, she will look back.
After looking back, she felt regretful, and she also thought that maybe there was a chance to go back to the past, so she was with Wang Jingmeng.
However, this occasional remorse is pierced by reality and the cold rain.
The unrealistic childishness was ruthlessly destroyed, this was her emotion at this time.
Zheng Xiu stood in the cold rain for a long time.
Then she walked deeper into the snow in the forest.
She managed to bury herself in the snow without leaving any traces, and then closed her eyes.
It's not that she wants to bury herself, it's just because in the coming snowy night, such a snowdrift can keep her body warm, and it will be colder outside.
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When the torrential rain caused by Ye Celeng's true essence fell, Ding Ning propped up a large oil-paper umbrella on his head.
Helping him with the umbrella is Ji Qingqing, son of Chen Guo's daughter.
If we talk about hatred, the hatred between her and Zheng Xiu is no less than the hatred between Ding Ning and Zheng Xiu.
Because in a sense, the sword mark on her face caused by Zheng Xiu ruined her life.
Ding Ning's eyes fell through the rain curtain and fell into the mountain forest ahead where the snow was falling.
His eyes were calm.
When those pasts are completely cut off, his steps become more and more relaxed and firm.
He didn't bloom any energy, and his body felt chills from time to time, but the real energy in the sea of energy in his body was getting more and more perfect, reaching a level that he had never had before.
No matter how subtle the heart knot is, it is also a heart knot.
Unraveling every knot in his heart is also cutting off a shackle for his cultivation.
This hunt is also a practice for him.
A very special practice.
There are no obvious traces along the way. It is indeed not Changling's game back then. Finding her trail is not that simple.
However, a person's habits, preferences, and skills are often imprints that cannot be changed by a person.
When the rain fell, he knew that Zheng Xiu would probably look for a sheltered place with a slightly higher temperature to stay.
In the mountains and forests with a radius of hundreds of miles, there are many places like this.
But Zheng Xiu doesn't use her true energy, and there are many blockades, so she won't go very far.
Ding Ning also stopped.
He waited patiently for the rain to stop.
Ye Celeng's unrestrained true energy attracted water vapor within hundreds of miles, making this world not only no snowfall, but even clouds became extremely rare.
Ji Qingqing, the son of Chen Guo's daughter, put away her umbrella and waited silently behind Ding Ning.
A Minshan Sword Sect practitioner in a sapphire-colored robe appeared in her sight.
This Minshan Sword Sect practitioner wearing a sapphire-colored robe is not Tantai watching the sword, but Qing Yaoyin.
Many people followed him and helped him bring some wooden boxes that looked airtight.
When these wooden boxes were opened, countless subtle sounds of flapping wings resounded from the sky and the earth.
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Zheng Xiu woke up from a deep sleep and was startled from a dream.
Her body function has been reduced to the level of hibernation like a turtle and snake, her breathing is extremely weak, and even her heart beats occasionally.
It's just that the sound wasn't enough to wake her up from this tortoise-like slumber.
The snow outside her had already moved.
In her perception, there are many insects flying in the air, and then looking for places that are relatively warmer, they land, burrow into the snow, and burrow into warmer depths in the snow.
Thousands of mountains are covered with snow, and there are no flying insects for a long time.
And the unique medicinal smell of these insects also made her skin feel numb naturally, allowing her to instantly realize whose handwriting it was from.
Her heart contracted violently, and then beat violently.
The nearly frozen blood in her body revived instantly and flowed crazily.
Dozens of strangely colored insects have passed through the snow accumulated on her body and landed on her body.
At the moment of contact with her skin, a layer of crystal clear vitality surged on her skin.
These insects died silently, but in the next moment, these insects were covered with dark green flames, burning up and turning into air masses.
The snowdrift lifted upwards, turning into a cloud of blood mist.
Zheng Xiu's figure rushed out of it like a ghost, and disappeared into the forest in an instant.
Her perfect face was as cold as a piece of porcelain.
She no longer hides her whereabouts, because she has been exposed.
At this moment, there was a roar in the sky like the beating of war drums, and dozens of huge fire pillars surged up in the silent mountain forest at the same time, illuminating the upper part of this valley as brightly as day.
Ding Ning walked out of a marching tent.
Zheng Xiu's figure was so fast that the Teng Snake circling in the sky couldn't see clearly at all, but in his perception, the flowing wind appeared clearly.
His figure also disappeared in front of the marching tent in an instant.
At the same time, the roars of countless blue wolves sounded in the forest, as if they were cheering him on.