Ding Ning looked at Song Shenshu's dead eyes, and said softly: "Debt repayment, this is a matter of course, there is nothing to be dissatisfied with." ”

Because he knew that he still had enough time, he didn't rush to leave the awning boat and began to carefully search every pocket in Song Shenshu's clothes.

In the hidden pocket inside his sleeve, he searched for several things.

A notebook full of dense handwriting, a money bag, a Dan bottle, and two copper talismans.

Ding Ning opened the note, and seeing that it was all Song Shenshu's experience in the cultivation of the Chiyang Divine Technique and some speculations about the subsequent cultivation, he couldn't help but shake his head and stuffed it into his sleeve.

The money bag was very light, but after opening it, Ding Ning saw that there were several Great Qin Mica Knife Coins that exuded a beautiful luster. This coin is made from the shell of a rare mica oyster in the deep sea overseas, and is a coin unique to the Great Qin Dynasty, and one is worth 500 gold.

Ding Ning didn't think too much about it, and put it away without care.

However, the moment he opened the copper-colored coarse porcelain pill bottle, he was obviously a little surprised.

At the bottom of the pill bottle, there was a small white pill lying alone, like a dead fish's eye.

"Is it used when preparing to break through the realm, I didn't expect you to have prepared this Ning Yuan Dan, thank you for your true yuan, thank you for this Ning Yuan Dan. ”

Ding Ning said this to the dead Song Shenshu sincerely, he thought about it seriously, and made sure that he didn't need the two passages of the scripture library, so he pointed at the sword again and stabbed at the bottom of the cabin.

A hole appeared in the plank, and muddy water poured quickly through the hole into the cabin.

Ding Ning bowed his body and withdrew from the canopy, and with a slight touch of his feet, he landed on the wooden path not far from one side, half submerged and half still on the water.

This was the route he had chosen after years of observation, so no one noticed at this moment that the body of a Great Qin cultivator was slowly sinking to the bottom of the water with a canopy boat in the shadows behind him.

After passing through several riverside piers in a row, the surrounding sounds of people gradually became lively.

Ding Ning walked into the dark alleys along the river as usual, but his breathing became a little short, and a touch of rouge red gradually appeared between his pursed lips.

Feeling the strong bloody breath between his lips and teeth, Ding Ning's face was still calm to the extreme, he took out a copper coin and bought a string of sugar gourds from the vendor who swam in front of him.

He hung his head slightly, chewing on the sweet and sour fruit, the crumbs of red rock sugar mixed with the blood between his lips and teeth, and he could no longer see it.

Thinking of Song Shenshu who sank into the muddy water with the awning boat in loneliness, and thinking of the coarse porcelain pill bottle lying quietly in his sleeve pocket, the efforts he had spent in the past few years had not been in vain, and he had received some valuable rewards, he was a little happy.

However, when he thought of more things, and thought of the fate of some people who were even more bleak than Song Shenshu, his nose couldn't help but sour.

He wanted to go back to the old woman's stilted house and eat a hot pancake right now, but he knew he had something to do.

......

The canopy boat in the shadows had completely disappeared from the water, and only a series of bubbles kept floating on the surface with some churned silt.

A wooden tub floats above these bubbles.

Inside the tub sat a man in his forties with hair, dressed as a fisherman, and after seeing these unusual bubbles, the man's face turned cold, he squinted his eyes left and right, and after making sure that there were no other people around, he paddled with one hand to let the tub float to an abandoned stake, and then he easily pulled up the stake, which was nailed into the silt at the bottom of the river.

The stakes were heavy, and even though most of them were still dragged by him, the tub beneath him was still a little unable to carry the extra weight, and the top edge was almost flush with the water.

He didn't care, propped the stake back to the top of the bubbles, and thumped the stake down.

Hearing a strange sound coming from the bottom, he determined that something was wrong, let go of the hand holding the stake, and in the next moment, the basin flew out at an alarming speed, dragging an astonishing wave of water over the intricate and gloomy water.

......

Ding Ning ate all the sugar gourds and swallowed the last trace of blood.

He kept walking, without repeating places, but if someone had a complete map of the ghost market in their hands, they would find that after going straight through an area, he had actually been circling around a place for the rest of the half-pillar incense time.

There was a pier.

There was a soft "bang".

There was the slight grinding sound of the tub and the rotten wooden stakes on the edge of the pier.

Ding Ning heard the sound coming from the water across the alley beside him, and he quietly quickened his pace, passing through a shop with tinkling iron, and he saw the man with hair coming up from the secret dock.

He silently followed the man-haired man.

It was his plan to kill two birds with one stone.

Everyone knows that there must be a powerful controller in this dark underground kingdom, but over the years, few people know who this controller is and what kind of big man is standing behind it.

Song Shenshu would come here almost once a month, and even if he could hide it from the eyes and ears of the outsiders, the people inside would definitely know his true identity.

The assassination of an official of the dynasty, a cultivator here, must have caused quite a shock.

Traders who find that Song Shenshu did not take the fire turtle gall on time will quickly find out that Song Shenshu had an accident, and will also understand that this accident is likely to cause a lot of inventory and cause a disaster.

Therefore, he will definitely use the fastest speed to tell the controller here.

......

The man-haired man dressed as a fisherman was in an extremely solemn mood, he hurried away with his head down, completely unaware that someone was following from a distance behind him, and Ding Ning seemed to have a strange ability, his figure would never appear in an angle that would make the man with hair wary.

The man with the hair hurried into a pawnshop.

Ding Ning didn't even come close to the pawnshop.

In the past few years, except for some secret passages in the house that he cannot know, he has become familiar with every corner of the fish market.

He knew that there were several courtyards at the back of the pawnshop, and there were three exits to enter and exit.

So he just walked uphill to an intersection where he could see two of the exits in the area.

Suddenly, his brow furrowed imperceptibly.

Three figures appeared in the corner of his eye.

The road on which the three figures walked was so muddy that you could even hear the distinctive clicking sound of the soles of their shoes walking in the mud.

The dirt road was one of the exits that extended to the pawnshop's area.

There weren't quite a lot of people around the place Ding Ning was at the moment, so he just turned around very ordinarily and glanced at it casually.

With just one glance, his pupils shrank imperceptibly.

It was a rickety old man with a black bamboo cane, a very short and handsome young man, and a young man with thick eyebrows dressed as a foreigner.

The rickety old man with a black bamboo cane walked in front, and at that crossing, he turned around and walked back.

However, the handsome young man and the young man with thick eyebrows continued to move forward, and walked through an alleyway below Ding Ning, and their figures loomed in the cracks of the canopy.

Ding Ning didn't look at the old man or the two young people again, he took a deep breath, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Whether it was the old man who was so old that he couldn't even straighten his waist and seemed to be going to fall down and die of old age at any moment, or these two young people, there was no aura of cultivators on them.

Even if a cultivator above the Five Realms passes by them, I'm afraid he won't be able to realize that they are cultivators at all.

However, Ding Ning was sure that all three of them were powerful cultivators.

Because he knew the rickety old man with a black bamboo cane.

As for the other two, he had never seen them, and he couldn't be sure which sect's cultivators they were, but he could feel the respect that the old man had for these two.

That rickety old man would only have this kind of respect for powerful cultivators.

Being able to control the five qi in his body to the point that he couldn't clearly feel the aura of the cultivator, the cultivation realm of these two young people must be extremely terrifying.

At this moment, what made Ding Ning slightly stunned was that he felt a domineering and violent aura again.

Following this breath, he saw a butter paper umbrella.

It seemed that he didn't want to get even the scattered droplets of water on his body, and the tall and thin man with a butter-paper umbrella was holding it open.

The surface of the umbrella obscured his face, and only each of his knuckles could be seen to be thick and powerful.

This is clearly a practitioner.

And Ding Ning was a little more knowledgeable than most cultivators, so through that domineering and violent aura, he could easily judge the origin of this person's teacher.

Looking at this person's travel route, Ding Ning knew that there would definitely be an extra corpse of a cultivator in the wilderness of Changling today.