The snow stops, the wind stops.

Ningfu, Horse Farm.

Ning Jing'er was dressed in a strong suit and rode a brown horse, with skillful equestrian skills and heroic posture, which attracted a burst of applause from the onlookers.

She galloped indulgently, smiling like a flower, like a bird flying out of a birdcage, soaring freely.

In comparison, Meng Jing in the racecourse shed looked out of place, he drooped his head, shrunk in his jacket, and shivered from the cold.

I don't know how many times I scolded Ning Jing'er in my heart.

Helpless, I can't beat this little girl.

After a while, Ning Jing'er had a good time, and she returned to the shed, sweating profusely.

The servant handed over dry towels and refreshments.

Ning Jing'er picked up the towel, slowly wiped the sweat beads from her forehead, saw Meng Jing's appearance, and quipped:

"The prince is so weak, the princess will definitely be dragged down by you in the future, and I feel sorry for the princess. ”

Meng Jing couldn't beat it with his hands, so he could only earn back his face with his mouth, imitating Ning Jing'er's tone and saying:

"Miss is so fierce, my aunt will definitely not be able to resist it in the future, poor aunt. ”

Ning Jing'er was annoyed when she heard this, glared at Meng Jing fiercely, and said:

"The mouth is good, but there is no real ability, and when things happen, you can speak quickly. ”

"So, how can you be considered a real skill?" Meng Jing asked casually.

Ning Jing'er turned to look at the dark sky and said proudly:

"When it is like that sword demon crazy nine, one sword slashes nine people, and it shocks the world. ”

The corners of Ning Jing'er's mouth couldn't help but rise, and she smiled.

Ever since she heard the rumors of Crazy Nine, she has been deeply fascinated by this mysterious master, thinking about it day and night.

It is precisely because of the mystery that she is given endless fantasies.

She understood that a person who could have such a high level of cultivation must have practiced for many years, and she could basically conclude that he was a gray-haired bad old man.

But she still fantasizes that Crazy Jiu is a cold young man, and girls always like to dream of heroes, and Ning Jing'er is no exception.

"It is said that Crazy Nine came to Pingzhou, I really hope to see him, it would be better if I could worship him as a teacher......"

Ning Jing'er continued, she smiled stupidly, but she didn't know that the long-awaited Crazy Nine was next to her and frozen.

Meng Jing was a little depressed, he tried a sword at random, and nine monks died inexplicably, and he also became a sword demon who was powerful in the world.

Even Ning Jing'er, a little girl, has become his admirer.

"If Crazy Nine is really so powerful, how can he only dare to sneak around at night, which of today's strong people is not to defeat strong enemies openly and win reputations, it can be seen that the Sword Demon Crazy Nine is a small person who can't see the light. ”

Meng Jing didn't want to argue with Ning Jing'er about anything, but when it came to Crazy Jiu, wasn't he talking about him, he didn't believe it, Ning Jing'er would know himself better than him.

"Shut up!"

Ning Jing'er was really angry, her bright eyes were round, she didn't want to see the hero she admired being insulted, but she couldn't find a suitable basis to refute it for a while, and her face flushed in a hurry.

After thinking about it for a while, to no avail, she had to change her perspective.

"Crazy Nine must be a first-class master in the world, he only uses a sword every time he makes a shot, and only one sword can destroy a strong enemy, there must be no one who has the strength to deserve him two swords, what kind of momentum is this, this makes the demeanor of a master.

Moreover, the master has always left room for his moves, I think, that sword is only a drop in the bucket of his strength, even so, this sword still has the potential to split the sky......"

“......”

Meng Jing was convinced, and only used one sword, not because his body could only withstand the pressure of releasing a sword.

Where there is spare strength, it is clearly helpless to exhaust.

This little girl is really a "strange person", and she is reasonable.

Meng Jing almost believed it, embarrassed.

The sky is getting dark, and the lights are dim.

"The hour is getting short, and it is time for the king to return. ”

Meng Jing didn't want to talk nonsense with Xiao Nizi, instead of staying here and being frozen, it was better to go back to practice.

He felt the purple light in his body begin to move, the ghost light flickered, and the spiritual power slowly injected into the veins.

Meng Jing immediately locked the veins and hid his spiritual power, for fear that Ning Jing'er would notice the abnormality.

Ning Jing'er was also a little tired, and was ready to leave with Meng Jing.

At this moment, a tall figure approached from a distance.

The man was a bearded man of more than eight feet tall, with strong muscles, bronzed skin, and a suit of bright armor.

The man was arrogant and arrogant, kicked over the family who was blocking the road, and walked straight to Meng Jing and the others.

Meng Jing recognized him, he was the young master of the Tu family, Tu Hu, who served as the commander of Pingzhou and was in charge of Pingzhou's soldiers and horses.

Meng Jing had just met Tu Hu in Pingzhou, and was humiliated by Tu Hu.

In order to hide his identity, Meng Jing deliberately turned sideways to avoid facing the slaughter of the tiger.

At this time, due to the dark sky and the fact that Tu Hu did not have a deep impression of Meng Jing, Tu Hu failed to recognize Meng Jing, but only vaguely felt familiar.

Tu Hu has always admired Ning Jing'er, and despite the fierce struggle between Tu and Ning, he often came to Ning Jing'er to show his goodwill.

Tu Hu is very famous in Pingzhou City, he is less than thirty years old, and he has reached the peak of martial arts in his cultivation, and at the same time, he is in charge of all armies in Pingzhou.

He took wives and concubines, but he was not satisfied, believing that these women were not worthy of him.

In his eyes, only a strange woman like Ning Jing'er who looks like the city is worthy of him to carry a sedan chair to marry into the door.

He longed and wanted to possess Ning Jing'er's beauty, and thought he was good enough, but he was indifferently rejected by Ning Jing'er every time.

There was a chance to come to Ning Mansion today, and he specially came to find Ning Jing'er.

Unexpectedly, I saw Ning Jing'er and a handsome boy in Qingqing from afar, Tu Hu was a violent temper, and a ball of anger ignited in his heart.

Look at the handsome boy's thin body, frozen and shrunk in his clothes, except for his appearance, where can he compare to him.

The more Tu Hu thought about it, the more angry he became, and vented his anger on the family members around him, kicked over several people in a row, and finally came to Ning Jing'er.

"Miss Ning, long time no see. ”

Ning Jing'er was very disgusted with Tu Hu, she knew that Tu Hu relied on the power of the Tu family, killing people everywhere and setting fires, and committing many evil deeds, but no one dared to expose him.

This kind of thug always pretends to be righteous and awe-inspiring in front of her, which is simply disgusting.

Ning Jing'er didn't pay attention to Tu Hu, but pulled Meng Jing away.

Tu Hu finally couldn't suppress the anger in his heart, he glared at Meng Jing with hostility, his face hideous, like a hungry beast.

Meng Jing felt this hostility and understood that the other party regarded him as a rival in love, and he was depressed again.

Looking at Tu Hu's fierce appearance, Meng Jing didn't want to provoke him, although he could easily deal with a warrior like Tu Hu at night, but he didn't want to provoke right and wrong, if his identity was exposed, he had to be afraid to guard against the assassin of the Tu family.

Tu Hu was unwilling to let go of this "rival in love", he glared at Meng Jing contemptuously, pushed it hard, and waited to see the tragic situation of Meng Jing falling to the ground.

However, the imaginary scene did not appear, and Meng Jing only took a few steps back slightly, unharmed.

Tu Hu looked at his arm strangely, there was no problem, he did use enough strength just now, why didn't it work?

Ning Jing'er was also a little surprised that Meng Jing's weak body was able to stand steadily under the blow of Tu Hu.

It's too dark, maybe just mislooked.

Meng Jing had just used a trace of spiritual power to dissolve the strength of the slaughtering tiger, otherwise, he was still rolling on the ground now, in order not to make people suspicious, he deliberately took a few steps back.

Tu Hu looked at Meng Jing for a while, and finally determined that Meng Jing had no cultivation at all, he was just an ordinary person, because cultivators below the monk level would definitely not be able to deceive him.

He regained his previous arrogance and looked at Ning Jing'er viciously.

"Miss Ning, like this little white face, General Ben can beat ten with one punch, General Ben wants money, money, power, where is it not as good as a little white face, why don't you open your mind?"

Tu Hu said and walked towards Ning Jing'er step by step, with a weird smile on his face.