When Jing Ning got up, it was still dark.

He first looked up at the window, saw that the paper window was shaking, there was still silence outside, in the early morning when everything was recovering, subconsciously relieved, to do the inn business, you must get up early enough, you don't sleep at night It's nothing, before running the night road to incense my mother, sleep less, the spirit is still quite full, as long as you rush back before dawn, Dad will not notice.

He was most afraid that he would be found out about going to the desert with Mr. Ning.

Breathe a sigh of relief.

Jing Ning felt a little headache, and his mind was about to explode.

He suddenly thought of his wound, but when he lowered his head, the young man's eyes flashed with horror uncontrollably.

That Mr. Ning didn't know what spell he had used on him, and his whole body was warm, as for those dense wounds...... Those who were beaten by Zhonghu, those who were accidentally injured by their own blades, and those who were cut by wind and sand.

It's all good at the moment!

After healing, the skin formed a scarlet scab, which fell off with a light lift, revealing fair skin.

Jing Ning raised his hands and arms stupidly, turning them over and over.

"Mr. Ning is a man of God. ”

The boy pinched his thighs, and found that this was not a dream, he hurriedly jumped down with both hands on the bed, and played a set of Wang Ba punches in the tiger and the wind, after the "that fight" in the desert, not only did he not fall injured, but his legs and feet were more neat, and he walked step by step.

"Huh!" Jing Ning's eyes lit up.

He clenched his fist suddenly, exhaled deeply, and muttered, "Could it be that Mr. Ning is passing on the merit to me?"

If Ning Yi was here, I am afraid that he would not be able to help laughing.

Mocking voices.

This kid is just thinking too much...... He has never lit a spark, there are too many impurities left in his body, and Ning Yi's "Character Scroll" is a god in the world, running a circle, repairing injuries, and by the way, washing the essence and removing all the dirt in the body.

Jing Ning smiled stupidly, touched his head, poured the pot of simmering ancient medicine into the teacup, held the teacup in both hands, sat by the window, looked at the wind and sand, the camel bell rang in the distance, a glimmer of dawn rose on the horizon of the desert, and the pain in his mind dissipated.

Camel bells rang in the distant desert.

The young man narrowed his eyes, stunned, and drank the medicine cup in small sips.

He waited a moment until the rooster crowed.

Mr. Ning and Miss Pei never came back.

The young man cleaned the porcelain bowl and the medicine pot, put it back in its place, and then tiptoed away, and when he exited the door, he stood on tiptoe, not daring to make a sound.

I went downstairs to take care of the stables as usual, and my father slept more deeply today, and he didn't get up early.

Jing Ning washed the horses, fed the big things in the stables to graze, took out a few eggs in the chicken coop in the enclosure, and at the same time caught an old hen fluttering indiscriminately, slaughtered it a few times, scalded off the chicken feathers, picked up the bits and pieces, and then disemboweled, removed the impurities, and washed the blood.

There aren't many things that Jing Ning is good at.

But all well done.

He hadn't killed anyone before, but he had killed a lot of chickens, and he was skilled, back and forth, but Jing Ning's father opened his eyes, washed briefly, put on his coat and came to the back kitchen, the boy had set up a small stove next to the wood stove, and the slaughtered hen rose and fell in the clear water of the crockpot, because the meat was fresh and tender enough, so only two slices of ginger were added, Jing Ning patiently took a spoon to remove the impurities and foam, and then covered it

The lid of the crockpot is turned on the smallest heat and simmered slowly.

Jing Yue's expression was complicated.

He looked at his son and wanted to speak, to say something, but in the end he was silent.

One of the man's hands, tied with a white strap, had little strength, hanging on his chest, the strip of cloth on his forearm was straight, his face was a little haggard, and he had been brewing for a long time, and he only said a word hoarsely.

"Woke up so early?"

Jing Ning's response was to hum softly.

The man stopped talking, and finally turned around, ready to leave.

"If I told you I wanted to kill all those people yesterday, wouldn't you be angry?"

Jing Yue's footsteps suddenly stopped.

The boy stood beside the stove, and he looked at his father's old back.

The man sighed, "Jing Ning, you're still young, don't be so angry......"

Jing Ning interrupted him and said calmly, "I knew you were going to say that." ”

"You are always like this, you are very tolerant of others, you are good at being bullied, they step on your head, scold you, beat you, humiliate you, you just blindly tolerate it. ”

Jing Ning looked at his father, and he said loudly: "If you feel that you are not capable of resisting, then I will resist for you in the future......!" You are really my father, you shouldn't live so aggrieved, that will only make people look down on you more!"

After Jing Ning's father listened quietly, he thought for a while and asked quietly.

"Including you?"

The boy froze.

No response.

Jing Ning's father left the place in silence.

The young man standing next to the back kitchen slowly squatted down, his hands on his knees, and buried his head very low, he thought about the question in pain, and let out a low roar of struggle in his throat.

......

......

All daylight.

Several hours.

Jing Ning is busy all the time.

He didn't see Mr. Ning, there were people coming and going in the inn, and he was very busy today.

He held back a lot of things he wanted to say...... He wants to go to the Eagle Society, and he wants to learn from Mr. Ning, the kind of swordsmanship that kills people in an instant, even if he only learns the skin, should be enough to kill the evil people of the Eagle Society.

Mr. Ning did not return.

Jing Ning came to the door of Ning Yi's room with chicken soup at night, he stood for a long time, the chicken soup continued in the small stove, the young man entered the door, but he didn't dare to lie down, for fear that Mr. Ning would think that he was a greedy and misbehaved character, so he hung his feet, leaned against the stone wall, and shrunk his hands in front of his chest, waiting for Ning Yi to come back...... After waiting all night, his forehead fell sharply in the middle of the night, which made him wake up in a daze, and when he saw the empty room, he only felt empty and cold in his heart.

Is Mr. Ning gone?

Jing Ning's lips were a little dry, he opened the chicken soup crockpot that had been simmered early in the morning, the simmering soup pays attention to the heat and duration, this day and night have passed, and the chicken soup has missed the most delicious time...... Jing Ning is a very frugal person, but he has no appetite at all.

My chest was full of the anxiety of waiting.

Suffering.

The more a person desires to get, the easier it is to lose.

He couldn't help but think about the future in his mind...... He boldly put forward his ideas with Mr. Ning, no matter what the other party thinks, just teach himself a little, it is enough to "take revenge", he can endure hardships, and the fight with Zhonghu last night also proved himself, no matter what the price is, he is willing.

He didn't want to suffer any more.

I really don't want to suffer anymore, I waited in the desert for more than ten years, and finally met a nobleman, how could he miss it?

But in fact...... This night, neither Ning Yi nor Pei Lingsu returned to this inn.

The room was always empty, Jing Ning leaned against the stone wall, the flame in the small stove was extinguished, and when it was about to dawn, the young man's expression was full of trance, and he leaned against the wall with tears streaming down his face, lost his soul.

Holding the crockpot, the chicken soup inside was already cold.

Jing Ning poured it all into the swill barrel in the back kitchen.

He sat down on the ground in a daze...... Waiting is really a very anxious thing, the more frustrated it is, the more grinding it is.

This night made Jing Ning understand one thing.

Mr. Ning, may really be gone...... There are thousands of mountains and rivers in this world, and it is impossible for every mountain to turn back, even if he has some "luck" in his heart, thinking that the silver of the inn is not important to Mr. Ning at all, and the two of them are just going to the surrounding places to enjoy the mountains and rivers.

Ning Yi asked Jing Ning before, what is interesting around.

Jing Ning replied one by one.

Ning Yi paid a considerable amount of silver for the Silver Moon Inn, and that ingot of silver was enough to book a month's guest room.

As a result, I only stayed for one night and didn't come back the next night.

At the time of the handover of dawn and dawn, Jing Ning, a sensitive-minded young man, felt sorry for himself and thought about many trivial things, and after cleaning up his mood, he was busy again...... But he didn't give up hope.

And then, again.

He was waiting for that Mr. Ning...... Even if the other party doesn't take himself to heart at all.

One day, two days, three days.

On the fourth day, he didn't go to Mr. Ning's house, but made a lot of determination, gave up the night's waiting, and ran to the ancient town of Wangyuejing alone.

Jing Ning was very worried, he didn't wait for the night, Mr. Ning came back, but he had to sweep the house and incense for his mother, which is something he would do every week...... So I was scared and didn't stop on the road.

When he arrived in town, he found something worth pondering...... The puddle of flesh and blood that was broken by the second boss has been cleaned up, and someone has been here not long ago.

When he made incense for his mother, Jing Ning gritted his teeth and made a decision, after being washed and bone-cut by the "word scroll", the young man's body became much stronger, and when he left, he held the tablet and the small incense burner, and ran all the way back against the wind and sand, until he ran to the inn, the first thing he did was to see if Mr. Ning had come back......

Still not.

Jing Ning was a little desperate.

Until the seventh day.

That day, the wind and sand were very strong, the inn was very empty, the sun passed three poles, the light was dazzling, Jing Ning squinted his eyes, put a towel on his shoulder, held a grass clip in his mouth, and looked out of the door in a daze.

Since that day, he has never said a word to his father, the two of them meet all the time in the inn, although they are father and son, they are like passers-by, and they are like dead silence with each other, so that between the two of them, a moat-like barrier has been opened.

In the young man's long-looking sight, suddenly there was a flash of sand.

He subconsciously stretched out his hands and rubbed his eyes.

Open it again.

In the wind and sand in the distance, a man and a woman came slowly, and the flying sword swept through the sand, almost in an instant, and they came to the inn.

Jing Ning's eyes, like dead ashes, burned again.

He muttered, "Rather ...... Mr. Ning. ”