The palace maid surnamed Rong walked quickly.

She casually slipped into a farmhouse and changed into clothes.

On weekdays, it was easy for her to find the traces of a certain person in the Changling, but it was difficult for others to find her traces, as long as she was fast enough.

So when she kept walking, almost everyone was just one step behind her, just knowing where she had been.

She walked past a deserted compound.

There was originally a high stage outside the compound.

Now the roof of the stage is gone, the stairs of the stage are rotten, and the top is covered with broken bricks and weeds.

Here she saw the man and his brother.

She adores them and wants to be one of them.

Then she finally had the opportunity to become a guest of the Zheng family in Jiaodong County, and became the personal maid of the perfect woman from Jiaodong County.

She walked across the stage, through a horse farm.

The horse farm has been barren, and the grass is growing very vigorously.

There is a mass grave in the river harbor in the distance.

It was here that she remembered doing the first thing she didn't want to do, deliberately delaying a military order and killing someone.

And that person used to be one of the people in the Bashan Sword Field that she admired.

She didn't stay.

The figure soon appeared in an apricot grove.

At the end of this apricot grove there are two small bridges, each facing two very different directions.

She walked across one of the bridges.

These are the two bridges she wandered over back then, and after crossing this bridge, she finds herself becoming more and more distant from the person she wants to be, and eventually becomes the person she doesn't like.

She took a detour a little more and came to a lively market.

All of them are shops dealing in goods from the north and south, and they are supported by bamboo poles to support the shade cloth.

Even in the summer, it is bustling with the smell of salted fish, salted meat, and condiments.

The thick smell of blood could not hide the smell of blood that had reached her consciousness.

She thought of the day three years before Emperor Yuanwu ascended the throne.

This is the millstone of flesh.

Countless flying swords in the sky snapped like arrows and fell into the thick bloody mud.

The corpses of those cultivators from the four realms and five realms were piled up like ordinary sergeants.

All the buildings here were reduced to powder, and each sword light brought out a mountain of blood and hundreds of corpse fragments that flew in all directions, like a giant boat moving in the waves.

Most of the people she saw on stage had died here.

She watched from a distance, not knowing whether she felt happy or afraid, unable to stand, sitting on the ground and shivering, and finally her body became cold.

After that, she became cold and cold.

She followed the young lady who walked out of Jiaodong County back then, and she no longer felt fear.

She knew that she had become a shadow of the queen completely.

The palace maid looked at her shadow.

The shadow is lonely, with only one.

She was already along the riverbank, not far from the tea plantation.

She walked here indifferently and dazedly, and met the quiet tea master.

He didn't know who she was, but he thought she was a student who had lost her way to some ashram here, or a surviving doorman or young lady from a family in Changling, where blood was bleeding everywhere.

He took her in.

It's just why, in the end, even he is gone?

Ignoring the mud, she sat down on the riverbank facing the tea plantation.

She hugged her head and began to tremble as she had seen the mountain of corpses that day.

She felt like she had gone back in time.

For some reason, her mind became as clear as it had then.

She thought about all the things Ding Ning had done to her, and thinking about everything that had happened these days, and she also felt familiar.

It's just that she thought of all the places she had just walked and of the two bridges.

She quickly got back to her feet.

Walking towards the streets and alleys of Changling, he began to look for Ding Ning who walked through Changling.

......

Jing Liuli followed Ding Ning quietly like a maid, and Ye Jiannan followed Ding Ning quietly.

Ding Ning walked through the streets and alleys faster than Rong Gongnu, and he would cross many shortcuts.

But he also makes some short stops in certain places.

His first place was a nameless alley.

Next to an ordinary farmhouse courtyard is a broken stone tablet, which is already covered with moss.

Ding Ning stopped and opened the iron box on his back.

As a sword intent flowed out of the iron box, a piece of moss on the stone tablet was missing, revealing a neat cut surface, and then there was a sword intent that was so faint that it was like an air flow, which was classified into Ding Ning's iron box.

Jing Liuli and Ye Jiannan's breathing sudden.

They felt that faint and inscrutable sword intent... Leaving them intuition incapable of pondering can only mean that they are too high and not on one level. But Ding Ning's actions can make them understand what Ding Ning is doing.

Especially the net glaze.

She couldn't believe that Ding Ning could master such a sword scripture in such a short period of time.

Ding Ning continued to walk through these streets and alleys.

He walked past a mottled ancient wall.

Some of the white ash on the ancient wall has fallen off, revealing some traces that cannot be seen even if later people come to check it.

He walked through a wide stone path where many carriages and horses had traveled.

Dust splattered from the cracks in the stone floor.

He walked through a vegetable garden.

In the rainstorm last summer, when Ye Ce Leng returned and fought with Zhao Jian Furnace Zhao Chop, a sword aura washed away this vegetable garden.

......

Except for Jing Liuli and Ye Huanan, even some cultivators who had always followed him closely could not perceive such an aura at all because they were not close enough.

In the eyes of all of them, Ding Ning finally just chose a very shortcut and walked to a guild hall.

That hall is called the Hanging Pot Hall, and it is a very large medical hall.

Among all the medical centers in Changling, it can be ranked second.

With Ding Ning appearing in front of this medical center, many people began to realize that this medical center had been taken over by the Xie family in Guanzhong.

Sun Xingtang, the owner of the Hanging Pot Hall, was one of the most famous physicians in Changling, and he was a native of Guanzhong.

When Ding Ning came to the gate of the Hanging Pot Hall, the old man in his seventies was already waiting in front of the door of the Hanging Pot Hall.

"You have entered the Five Realms. ”

Looking at Ding Ning, who was calmly saluting him, after the old man returned the salute, he said in an unusually solemn and slow voice: "There has never been a cultivator who has entered the Five Realms so quickly... So you must not make a mistake. ”

"I see what you mean. ”

Ding Ning smiled and said, "You hope I don't have to be in a hurry, but if people keep thinking that they can't be in a hurry, they will be slow." Maybe it's a different person in the future. ”

The old man was slightly stunned, and then bowed seriously, "I don't know as much about cultivation as you do, but what you said makes me feel that there is some truth in being a human being." ”

Ding Ning also bowed back again: "I'm so tired of my seniors." ”

The old man bowed his head and returned to the bustling hospital in the past, but today it is extremely quiet, and even most of the doctors have been dismissed.

Ding Ning stopped.

He put down the iron box he was carrying, and simply erected it behind him, and then he stood quietly at the door of the medical hall, looking at the oncoming road.

Seeing him stop completely, everyone began to understand that he was waiting for the palace maid surnamed Rong here.

Jing Liuli and Ye Huanan glanced at each other, and they were even more sure that Ding Ning would not leave again after stopping here.

So the two of them walked behind Ding Ning, in the shadows behind the door of the Hanging Pot Hall.

There was an inexplicable thunder in the sky.

There are no dark clouds, but it looks like someone is beating the drum for this upcoming big drama.

......

There are no dark clouds in the sky.

In the alleyway on one side, a black cloud floated out.

Everyone on that side flocked to the other side in fear.

There are many people in Changling who will wear umbrellas to shade the sun under the scorching sun, but no one's umbrella black will be so heavy.

Looking at the dense gathering of black umbrellas, everyone who saw it knew in their hearts that the head of the Heavenly Supervision Division was cold.

Not far from this hall there is a stone bridge.

A horse-drawn carriage pulled up beside the stone bridge.

The carriage was ordinary, but it had a dark and moldy aura, which made many cultivators dare not pass through here at all.

Only the ordinary people were unaware of it, and the crowd rushed towards the hall.

Looking down from the corner tower on a high place, in the alley of Changling City, there were countless people walking towards the guild hall like ants.

Huang Zhenwei, who had just ascended to the corner tower closest to this hall, was full of worry and admiration in his eyes.

This kind of picture of thousands of empty alleys has not appeared for many years.

But at the same time, he was a little stunned.

Because his teacher Shojo did not come.

He didn't know why.