"Click".

A familiar feeling.

Ning Yi pressed one hand on the young man's head, and he smiled: "Long time no see." ”

"Mr. Ning!"

Jing Ning's voice trembled, and he almost cried...... After waiting for a week, the ups and downs of his mood made the young man's expression no longer calm, and he quickly stood up.

Ning Yi quipped: "Why are you emaciated like this?"

Jing Ning, the little guy, looked very strong, but when he saw Ning Yi, tears rolled in his eyes.

This week, I haven't slept well once.

I couldn't sleep all the time, I was anxious at first, and then I was lost.

And now, we met...... All emotions were shattered.

A Ning said in a trembling voice: "Mr. Ning, I thought you wouldn't come back......"

"He said it as if I were dead. Ning Yi rolled his eyes, he said angrily: "The rent here hasn't been used up yet, how can I be willing to leave, even if I want to leave, I will return the ingot of silver." ”

Jing Ning was a little stunned.

The girl beside Ning Yi couldn't help laughing.

This is Ning Yi's style.

This week, Ning Yi and Pei Lingsu did not return to the inn, not deliberately hanging Jing Ning's little guy, but the two of them did go on a "far away" trip to some more remote places.

Sightseeing, not bound by rules.

That's what Ning Yi wants.

That night, in the desert, he confessed all his thoughts to the girl.

The two of them drove the flying sword and did not go back to this inn, but went to Oasis City, and around the desert, they stepped on many scenic spots.

The two are tired of being together, talking things that can never be finished.

Where is Jing Ning in Ning Yi's eyes?

The little guy waited, feeling abandoned, but in fact...... It was forgotten by Ning Yi at all.

Now that they met, Ning Yi felt a little embarrassed after thinking about the meaning of this young man's eyes, after all, he was quite optimistic about A-Ning, but a few days ago, it was really inconvenient to take this guy.

Just imagine, in the sweet moment when the two of them are together, it is when you and I are together, and a young man's head with wind and sand drilled out of the window, Ning Yi may not be able to help but knock A-Ning's head off.

......

......

Pei Yatou found a wooden table, Jing Ning hurriedly served tea and water, and after running, the smile on the young man's face regained his face, and it could be seen that he was sincerely happy.

These days, somehow, business isn't doing well.

Coming and going, there are no people walking down the aisle of the Silver Moon Inn.

"Shopkeeper, continue the room. ”

Ning Yi got up and came to the counter and pushed the ingot of silver in front of Jing Yue.

He noticed that there was no smile on Jing Yue's face.

This man, who used to have a smile on his face, now looks very pale and haggard.

You can see that a lot has happened.

Jing Yue looked at Ning Yi, shook her head and said, "Mr. Ning, I advise you not to live in a house." ”

Ning Yi's smile stiffened slightly, he raised his voice and let out a curious sigh, still insisting on pushing the ingot of silver over, looking around, he found that the business in the inn had declined a lot, and still smiled and said, "What's the matter lately?"

The shopkeeper's expression was a little sad.

He said slowly: "There are fewer people who come to the inn to stay in the inn, and there are still some sharp, but now there are fewer...... Many caravans have spared their way, for the simple reason that they have recently gone crazy at Death Mountain, and are looking for trouble with the caravan. ”

Ning Yi raised his eyebrows.

Jing Yue continued, "Oasis City is not peaceful either...... A few days ago, Zhonghu disappeared, and the body has not been found so far, so the Eagle Society sent several masters to search back and forth in the desert for a few days. ”

"Going to the Mountain of Death seems to have killed a very important person. While talking to Ning Yi, he fiddled with the abacus and said slowly: "They are looking for the murderer, and they have invited a very powerful hexagram master, who is said to be able to find cause and effect through clues." ”

Ning Yi couldn't help but sneer.

He thought of a bad thing he had done when he lit the spark.

I robbed the goods of the three princes.

Li Bailin hadn't yet arrived in the Western Realm at that time, and had just left from the Sanqing Pavilion of the Dao Sect, and at that time, the cultivators of the Sword Lake Palace and the Little Wuliang Mountain had already begun to act...... The technique used is also similar, the technique of hexagram arithmetic, in fact, it is nothing more than the "divination" technique of overdrawing some life elements.

In this world, there is no such thing as foresight for no reason.

It's like the Mochizuki Well...... Either it's fake, or, there's a heavy price to pay.

The number of great hexagram arithmetic is extremely rare, rare, and each of them rarely makes a move, like the great prophet of the grassland, who is regarded as a living bodhisattva, unless he encounters a major event, he is not easy to open the hexagram at all, except for the grassland, the Great Sui also has this kind of existence.

Mr. Yuan Chun of Lotus Pavilion.

and the young Xu Qingke.

Mr. Yuan Chun, the fortune of the country, the four realms of the peace, the hexagram clears the fog of the Great Sui, for five hundred years, as the centering needle of the Great Sui world.

Xu Qingke...... It is to become a subversive who has never been seen before.

This is the real hexagram arithmetic.

Ning Yi killed these two minions, after such a long time, it still has to be investigated, it is still possible to change Xu Qingke, as for the "big man" invited to the Mountain of Death, there is no play at all.

He was just about to open his mouth and say something.

Ning Yi's brows furrowed.

......

......

Outside the door of the inn, there was a jolting vibration.

Serving tea and water, Jing Ning, who had just finished his work, moved his ears keenly, and the body he had just sat down immediately straightened his back vigilantly and looked out of the lobby door.

The wooden door was clattered by the wind, and beyond the wind and sand, vague and dense shadows came "slowly" in the distance.

Predictably, this is the team that came straight to the "Silver Moon Inn".

Pei Lingsu turned her back to the door, wearing a hat, a white veil hung down, her expression was calm, and she drank hot tea one by one, ignoring it.

Ning Yi glanced at the shopkeeper meaningfully, and continued to smile: "The one who went to the Death Mountain is here, you are not afraid at all?"

Jing Yue, who was sitting at the counter, rubbed her face.

He let out a long breath.

Jing Yue said quietly: "Reach out and don't hit the smiling person...... What's more, they didn't come to trouble me. I went to Death Hill to collect the taxes on time, I paid the taxes, and they left. ”

Ning Yi smiled suddenly.

The group of people and horses in the distance was dozens of feet away from the inn, several fierce horses, pulling a carriage, and the entourage behind them, there were dozens of people.

Ning Yi teased: "Collect a tax, as for so many people?"

Jing Yue's expression also changed a little.

The carriage stopped in front of the door of the Silver Moon Inn, the plaque reflected the cold light, the banner fluttered and rolled, and those silent servants, some of them were dressed in wide black robes, with a strong bloody smell on their bodies, and some were wearing tight green sleeves and tall hats, and their cheeks were covered.

Jing Ning, who was closest to the door of the inn, was shocked in his heart, and said secretly: "The people from Oasis City are also inside?"

He hurriedly stepped forward to greet the cultivators who were heading to the Mountain of Death.

Several horse bandits greeted an old man in a white robe from the carriage, the old man was very old, his beard was gray, his hair was extremely long, and he almost fell off to the ground.

His status was noble, and it could be seen at a glance in the crowd that the old man got out of the carriage and was escorted by several servants, all of whom dismounted, some stood outside the inn, and others were escorted to the inn by the stars and the moon.

The carriage parked at the door was inlaid with black gold flowers.

Person...... Born in the eastern realm of Lianhua.

Then it only takes a little thought to know...... This white-robed old man is the distinguished guest invited to the Mountain of Death, the so-called "hexagram arithmetic", and the carving of the black lotus on the carriage actually symbolizes the holy mountain behind it that everyone in the east is afraid of.

Liuli Mountain.

Jing Ning, who had countless thoughts flashing in his mind, squeezed out a smiling face at the moment, and was busy greeting him, but he was directly ignored, and a person raised a hand very unceremoniously, pushed him up and smashed him to the ground.

A young man with a scar on his face came to Jing Yue.

He only said two words.

"Silver. ”

to collect taxes.

Jing Yue looked in the direction of his son worriedly, and he was relieved to see A-Ning rubbing his waist and standing up again.

He nodded and took out the silver taels he had prepared from the drawer.

The young man with a scarred face took it in.

It doesn't end there.

"This time it's going to be double the ......," Scar's young man's tone was extremely indifferent, he looked at the man with a smile on his face, his eyes were full of contempt, "If you want to ask why, you can shut up." ”

Jing Yue obediently shut up.

He took a deep breath and opened the drawer again, looking at the stacks of silver inside.

These days, he thinks a lot, the unpleasantness he has had with his son, and some trivial matters, which make him want to leave...... Over the years, he had been frugal, and after paying the tax money for going to Death Mountain, he still had a few savings left, enough for the father and son to leave here and find the next place.

It's been so many years...... It's time to leave, too.

But now, when he came to the Mountain of Death, the extra taxes and silver to be paid were almost all of his savings.

Jing Yue was a little serious, and asked seriously, "Is it okay to pay less?"

This question is thrown.

Let the air die for a moment.

Then there was a very fast, extremely fiery, "snap" sound -

The sound of the scabbard lapping on the cheek, the hot wind howling, and the rumbling air currents rolling.

The small amount of silver tickets in the drawer was pressed by the knife wind, and the scar man pressed the scabbard with one hand, and the scabbard slapped Jing Yue's head to the tabletop, and after holding the knife with one hand, he frowned and said, "Why don't you understand...... If you shut up and pay for it, you won't have to be beaten. ”

Jing Yue's breathing was a little short, blood flowed from his cheeks, the man subconsciously wanted to squeeze out a smile, and his heart suddenly ached, thinking of what his son said to him a few days ago.

Little by little, he restrained his smile.

Jing Yue's voice was difficult, and she pleaded: "My lord, you have to give people a way to live, right?"

The Scar Man was silent.

A punch smashed down, through the scabbard, the strength was transmitted, Jing Yue's pupils contracted violently, and a column of bright red blood erupted from his nose.

Jing Ning roared and stood up, being kicked away.

The man with the scar looked at Jing Yue, who was no longer silent, with satisfaction, and nodded.

Very good.

He waved his hand, and someone stepped forward and snatched all the silver tickets and silver from the drawer.

The shopkeeper's expression was numb, his eyes were distracted, and he was pressed against the table by the scabbard and could not move.

The man with the scar turned his head, looked at the young man who was kicked out three or four feet, and said calmly: "Don't worry...... Don't die, boy, go and call everyone down at the inn. ”

He raised a hand and pulled a bench with invisible force.

The man looked at the white-robed old man and said softly, "I'll find out about people later, and I'll trouble Mr. Zhuo." ”