At this time, she finally figured it out.

Wang Jingmeng in the past, Ding Ning today, before the Changling Change, could not fully understand her.

Until then, she knew him better.

And after the Changling Change, when he became Ding Ning in that alley, when he and his eldest grandson Qianxue ered and cultivated double cultivation, he finally got to know her better.

The rain didn't allow her to show her traces.

Ye Ce Leng exhausted the true yuan in his body, and put such a rain and left, just to drench her in the rain, which seemed meaningless, but it was a deliberate humiliation.

Let her eat insects, let her catch the cold, let her get drenched in the rain, let her run around in this mountain forest like a lost dog to avoid the pursuers, and even dare not deal with anyone, but the other party deliberately beat her back to her original form, and beat her back from the position of Empress Daqin to the female cultivator who survived in Jiaodong County.

And all this stems from Ding Ning's understanding of her.

It was with this understanding that he calculated that Ye Xinhe was very likely to be ordered by her to kill the Yan Sect Master of Yuyang County.

Then he killed Ye Xinhe and then 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 mercy between him and her, but he just wants to return the hatred and humiliation of the past.

A very different emotion from anger rose in her body along with the cold.

She can look directly into her inner being, so she clearly knows what kind of emotion it is.

Over the years, she has been more and more disappointed in Yuanwu, and even completely disappointed, and it is impossible for her not to regret it.

From Changling back then to the present, except for her who has been a little concerned about Wang Jingmeng, the rest of these heroes, those strong people in the world, are also a raccoon dog in her eyes, and there is nothing to care about.

So she's really cold.

Many times she just looks forward, and only when she gets to the position she saw back then, she looks back.

After looking back, she regretted it, and she also thought that maybe there was a chance to go back to the past, and she was with Wang Jingmeng.

However, this occasional remorse is pierced by reality and cold rain.

Unrealistic naivety is ruthlessly destroyed, this is where her mood lies at this time.

Zheng Sleeve stood in this cold rain for a long time.

Then she walked deeper into the snow.

She managed to bury herself in the snow without leaving a trace, and closed her eyes.

It's not that she wants to bury herself, it's just that in the upcoming snowdrift night, such a snowdrift will allow her to maintain some heat in her body, and it will be even colder outside.

......

When the rainstorm caused by the cold Zhenyuan of the night came, Ding Ning held up a large oil-paper umbrella on his head.

Helping him hold the umbrella was Ji Qingqing, the son-in-law of Chen Guo.

If you talk about hatred, the hatred between her and Zheng Sleeve is no less than the hatred between Ding Ning and Zheng Sleeve.

Because in a sense, the sword mark on her face caused by Zheng Sleeve ruined her life.

Ding Ning's gaze fell through the rain curtain into the snow-covered mountain forest in front of him.

His gaze was calm.

When those past are completely cut away, his steps become more and more relaxed and determined.

He didn't have any qi in his bloom, and there was a chill in his body from time to time, but the true yuan qi between the sea of qi in his body was becoming more and more perfect, reaching a state he had never had before.

No matter how subtle a knot is, a knot is a knot.

The untying of every knot in his heart is also a shackle for his cultivation.

This chase is also a practice for him.

A very special practice.

There are no obvious traces along the way, it is indeed not a game of Changling, and it is not so simple to find her traces.

However, a person's habits, preferences, and skills are often imprints that a person cannot change.

When the rain fell, he knew that Zheng Sleeve would most likely find a shelter from the wind and a slightly warmer place to stay.

In the mountains and forests within a radius of hundreds of miles, there are many such places.

But Zheng Sleeve does not use Zhenyuan, there are many blockades, and she will not go far.

Ding Ning also stopped.

He waited patiently for the rain to stop.

Ye Ce Leng's wanton indulgence of the True Yuan attracted water vapor within a radius of hundreds of miles, making this piece of heaven and earth, not only was there no snow falling, but even the clouds became extremely rare.

Ji Qingqing, the son-in-law of Chen Guo, took the umbrella and waited silently behind Ding Ning.

A Minshan Sword Sect cultivator wearing a blue jade robe appeared in her sight.

This cultivator of the Minshan Sword Sect who was wearing a blue jade robe was not a Tai Guan Sword, but a Qing Yao Yin.

A number of people followed him and helped him bring some wooden boxes that looked very airtight.

When these wooden boxes were opened, countless subtle flapping sounds of wings resounded between heaven and earth.

......

Zheng Sleeve woke up from a deep sleep and woke up from his dream.

Her bodily functions had been reduced to the level of a turtle hibernation, her breathing was extremely weak, and even her heart was beating occasionally.

It's just that the sound wasn't enough for her to wake up in this turtle breath slumber.

The snow outside of her had moved.

In her perception, there were many insects flying in the air, then looking for a relatively warm place, falling, burrowing into the snow, burrowing into the warmer depths of the snow.

Thousands of mountains are covered with snow, and there are no flying insects for a long time.

And the unique medicinal aura on these insects also made her skin naturally numb, making her instantly react to whose handwriting it was.

Her heart contracted violently, then beat violently.

The almost frozen qi and blood in her body instantly revived and flowed wildly.

Dozens of strangely colored insects had already passed through the snow piled up on her body and landed on her.

The moment it came into contact with her skin, a layer of crystal vitality surged up on her skin.

The insects were silently shocked to death, but in the next moment, the insects were wrapped in dark green flames, and they burned and turned into air masses.

The snowdrift lifted upwards and turned into a cloud of blood mist.

Zheng Sleeve's figure rushed out of it like a ghost and disappeared in this mountain forest in an instant.

Her perfect countenance was as cold as a porcelain piece.

She no longer hides her whereabouts, for she has been exposed.

At this moment, a war drum roared in the sky, and dozens of huge pillars of fire surged up in the silent mountain forest at the same time, illuminating the top of this valley as clear as day.

Ding Ning walked out of a marching tent.

Zheng Sleeve's figure was very fast, so fast that the Teng Snake circling in the sky couldn't see it clearly, but in his perception, the flowing wind clearly appeared.

His figure also disappeared in front of the tent of the marching camp in an instant.

At the same time, the roars of countless green wolves in the mountains and forests sounded, as if they were cheering him on.