When Ning Sudao had not yet approached the courtyard where Pingyan was recuperating, he had already heard a wisp of clear and beautiful flute sound coming from the small building covered by flowers and trees, like the night rain in Xiaoxiang, quietly falling into a dream, making people unconsciously fall into an endless dream. Ning Sudao was originally a child of a family, and he was quite proficient in music and rhythm, but he couldn't help but be moved when he heard the sound of the flute, but it was not because of the exquisite skills of the person who made the flute, but because of the helplessness and pathos revealed in the beautiful and graceful sound of the flute. The tone of the dong flute is low, and the flute music played is often sad and low, this poignant flute sound is an ordinary thing, but Ning Sudao has already guessed that the person who blows xiao is Pingyan, so he is so surprised.

Pingyan is one of the best masters of the young generation of Cuihu, and she is indifferent and arrogant by nature, these days she is recuperating in the house, almost isolated from the world, in addition to conditioning the injury, leisure is to read the scriptures, and do not pay attention to the things that Mrs. Huang sent to the piano and chess, and other things used to dispel sorrow and relieve boredom, all people, including Ning Sudao, are only when Pingyan is not refined in the rhythm, Rao is so, today I heard the sound of the flute, at most it is just a smile, only the slightest melancholy in this flute sound makes Ning Sudao moved, with his familiarity with the rhythm, he naturally knows that this is not the meaning of the flute, but the embodiment of the mood of the person who blows xiao, But what can make a woman like Ping Yan so sad? Thinking of this, Ning Sudao's mind turned back and forth, until Xiao Yin gradually lowered, and then after being silent, he walked downstairs and asked to see him by name.

After a while, the two maids came out to greet each other after reporting the flat smoke. Ning Sudao walked into the small building with the two maids, this small building was originally the residence of Wu Heng's pet concubine Mrs. Huang, at this moment it has been given to Pingyan, the furnishings of the flower hall are elegant, there is a jujube wood square couch in the middle, there are pale yellow ancient vine Taishi chairs and green bamboo tables left and right under the steps, the cushions on the back of the square couch chair are coarse linen fabrics, although it looks rough, but with the furnishings in the hall, it has an indescribable charm, it is the twilight of autumn, the hall is placed a few pots of various colors of juhua, the refreshing aroma overflows the small hall. It's heart-warming. Although it is not the first time to go to this small building, Su Ri Wu Heng also summoned him here, after Pingyan temporarily lived here, Ning Sudao also came to visit, but today he still felt quiet and leisurely, and the original troubles in his heart actually dissipated a lot, sat on a rattan chair, took the fragrant tea served by the maid, and waited for Pingyan to go downstairs.

After only waiting for a while, I saw Pingyan walking down the stairs, wearing a blue satin robe, but without a sword, but with a pale yellow bamboo flute inserted in the snowy ribbon around his waist, the green silk was like a waterfall, only a hosta was used, and his complexion was slightly haggard, but perhaps because of the internal injuries that had not healed, Shengxue's skin had a faint flush, and it was actually with a little bright light, if it weren't for the indifferent and condensed expression on her face, even the iron heart would not help but be tempted.

Ning Sudao got up and said gently: "Seeing Fairy Ping's complexion, the injury must have been much better, I don't know what the fairy summoned Ning to come to teach?"

Ping Yan said indifferently: "There is nothing important, I heard that the envoy of Youji has arrived in Linxiang, presumably he will arrive in Yueyang tomorrow, if they arrive, the king of Dian will presumably hand him over to the envoy of Youji, right?"

Ning Sudao's heart trembled, although it stands to reason that Pingyan and Zijing were both defeated and rescued by the king, then Pingyan naturally has no reason to interfere with how Nanning disposes of Zijing, not to mention that Zijing is the guest of honor who assassinated the King of Dian in Nanning's territory, and now he is the prince of Yan Wang, no matter whether the King of Dian executes Zijing or hands Zijing over to Youji, no one else has reason to ask. But in any case, Ning Sudao will not ignore Zijing's identity as the descendant of the martial arts sect, just by virtue of this identity, as Pingyan, who was born in Cuihu, there are countless reasons why he will not let Nanning's means of taking advantage of the danger of others succeed. Therefore, whether it is Wu Heng or Ning Sudao, they have intentionally or unintentionally isolated Pingyan's residence to recuperate, and Pingyan unexpectedly did not report to the door, so that the two of them gradually relaxed, but today Pingyan suddenly attacked, but Ning Sudao was caught off guard, thinking in his heart How Pingyan, who lived in a small building and did not meet outsiders, learned about this, Ning Sudao said cautiously: " This matter is indeed there, although Xu Zijing is young and ignorant, but his assassination of the prince of Yan has been known to the world, the king in order to explain to the prince of Yan, can only do this, in fact, the king is already merciful, otherwise only for the crime of killing many warriors in Nanning, he should be beheaded for public. ”

There is a hidden edge in his words, if Pingyan opposes handing over Zijing to Youji, then he will face the end of the King of Dian executing Zijing, but it is better to sit back and watch the envoy of Youji take Zijing away, if you have the heart to save you, thousands of miles away, there is always an opportunity, if you turn your face here, not to mention that Pingyan's injury has not healed, and her hands and bones are also recovering, it is impossible to kill the enemy with a sword, even if she is not injured at all, it is impossible to have a chance of winning.

Pingyan's expression was indifferent, as if he didn't hear the meaning of his words at all, but said lightly: "In this case, before the arrival of the envoy of Youji, I want to see Zijing again, if there is no problem, please ask the county guard to explain this matter to the prince." ”

Ning Sudao's heart was wide, if it was just like this, he could also be the master, but he had some doubts in his heart, so he asked with a smile: "Thank you Fairy Ping for understanding the king's difficulties, but why didn't the fairy ask for such a request directly to the king, I don't know how the fairy knew that the envoy of Youji was going to be here, isn't it that these two girls are talkative?" Speaking of this, he glanced coldly at the two maids who were waiting on the side.

The two maids were terrified, and in an instant their faces turned pale as paper. They are all maids in Ning Sudao's family, they were originally allocated to Mrs. Huang for use, and this time they were sent to serve Pingyan, and they are naturally very afraid of the head of the family, not to mention that although Ning Sudao is graceful and elegant on weekdays, his majesty is extremely strict in governing the family, and he has always been ruthless to the maids and slaves who make mistakes. They originally went to report to Mrs. Huang when they inadvertently learned from Mrs. Huang's personal maid Yun'er, because Pingyan didn't like to be served by others, and would only summon them upstairs when needed, so they whispered downstairs, but they were heard by Pingyan in their ears. At this moment, these two maids were afraid that Pingyan would tell the truth, so even if they didn't die, they couldn't escape Ning Sudao's family law, so they couldn't help but look at Pingyan with pleading eyes.

Pingyan didn't seem to be aware of it, but said indifferently: " Although Pingyan is recuperating in the county guard's mansion, he is not isolated from the world, naturally there is a message from the same door, and there are many people who know about the envoy of Youji, how can he hide it from me, but Pingyan doesn't want to ask about this matter, Zijing's life and death, honor and disgrace, he has his own responsibility, but if he can't see each other before he leaves, it is a great regret in Pingyan's heart, His Royal Highness the King of Dian is also a martial artist, when he will not refuse, but Pingyan is unwilling to trouble the prince with such a trivial matter, if Ningjun Shouken is willing to fulfill this matter, Pingyan is grateful. ”

Ning Sudao's heart jumped, although he felt that Pingyan had no chance to contact with the outside world, but after all, he was not completely sure, how many means Cuihu disciples had, it was not something he could speculate, Pingyan admitted that he still had news with the same door, and he was also suspicious when he heard it, but his eyes inadvertently caught a glimpse of the slightly panicked faces of the two maids, and he knew that most of them were related, and he couldn't help but be angry in his heart, but since Pingyan covered up the past, he was not good at exposing it to his face, and pondered for a while, and felt that he couldn't refuse Pingyan's request, so he got up and said: "Fairy Ping's words are serious, this is an easy matter, there is no need to ask the king for instructions, Ning can be the master. If nothing happens, in a few moments, the guards will send people here. ”

Ping Yan said indifferently: "Thank you Lord Junshou for your magnanimity, can you let Ping Yan and that person be alone for a while before the envoy arrives?"

Ning Sudao hesitated slightly, then readily agreed, although he was not a person who concentrated on martial arts, he also knew that Ping Yan most likely wanted to fight with Zi Jing again, he naturally would not stop such a thing, after all, he could also see that Wu Heng looked at the young assassin differently, not to mention that it was unwise to offend Ping Yan.

Sending Ning Sudao away, Pingyan turned around and went upstairs, the second floor of this small building is Mrs. Huang's bedroom, which is also quite elegant and exquisite, but Pingyan doesn't care about it, she looks at the things outside her body indifferently, stretches out her hand to push open another door, but there is a terrace outside, surrounded by trees, isolating this terrace from the surroundings, there is a quiet place. Pingyan discarded the silk shoes on his feet to the door, only wore white brocade socks, and walked barefoot to the middle of the dusty terrace, where there was a bamboo mat, on which two futons were placed, a furnace of fragrance, Pingyan sat on a futon, untied the bamboo flute around his waist, and had a faint melancholy in his heart, put the flute in his mouth, and slowly played it. Although her hand injury has not completely healed and she can't move freely, some light movements have been unhindered, writing and blowing are not hindered, and she also likes to exercise her hands by means of the post to speed up the recovery.

Pingyan was young with the colorless nunnery, she learned to play the flute, she is very talented in this, a song of the hole flute is almost superb, but then I feel that the plaything is demoralized, so that the progress of the sword practice is delayed, so I no longer make the flute, to this day, it is the same door of Cuihu, and most of the people do not know that she still has such a flute art, but these **** hearts are depressed, so they picked up the bamboo flute again, but it is just to dissolve the block in the heart.

At the end of the song, there was a faint sound of footsteps in his ears, and when he listened carefully, Ping Yan's heart flashed with the figure of a delicate young man who was arrogant and arrogant, and a smile appeared on his lips, which disappeared in an instant, and said coldly: "Since Zijing has already come, come and sit." ”

Yang Ning's equally indifferent voice came from behind him, "Why are you seeing me?"

Ping Yan didn't need to look back to guess the look in Yang Ning's eyes, at this moment it must be as deep and cold as a cold river, sighed lightly in his heart, and smiled: "Naturally, I will see you off, goodbye here is far away, don't you still hate me?"

Yang Ning heard Pingyan's words, his body was shocked, and even the shackles on his feet made a light sound, he didn't resent Pingyan anymore, he even preferred to die with him that day, rather than steal his life, just because he hated Pingyan very much, but when he saw it today, he heard such words, he faintly felt that Pingyan's stubborn and arrogant temperament was quite similar to himself, if it was himself, he knew that he was wrong, and he categorically refused to admit it to others casually, such weak words have been very vaguely apologic. Yang Ning didn't have any ill feelings towards Ping Yan, but it was because he hated her behavior that he was angry, and when he saw Ping Yan's change of mind today, his hatred couldn't help but fade, and then he thought that he almost dragged this woman to Huangquan Road together, and he felt a little sorry in his heart. Although his methods are ruthless, his heart is simple, the hostility in his heart dissipated, and his face couldn't help but show a trace of surprise, so he also sat upright on the futon, his eyes fell on the incense, and he changed the topic and said: "Miss Ping also wants to burn incense and discuss martial arts with me?"

Pingyan smiled faintly, and said intentionally or unintentionally: "Although burning incense and discussing martial arts is an elegant thing, Pingyan naturally does not have such attainments, if you have reached such a realm, it will make Pingyan ashamed." ”

Yang Ning's face turned red after being robbed, but he didn't know what to say, but Pingyan didn't embarrass him, his expression turned serious, and he said coldly: "His Royal Highness the Ninth must not want to hide in the rivers and lakes, otherwise how could he confess his surname Xu to His Royal Highness the King of Dian Wang, but if it is not a caring person, I am afraid it is difficult to think that Xu Zijing is Yang Ning, His Royal Highness might as well simply say his real surname, maybe it will make people discover His Royal Highness's true identity faster?"

Seeing Ping Yan's mocking look, Yang Ning didn't get angry, his keen intuition made him feel Ping Yan's true mood, Ping Yan really thought about his safety, but he had already figured it out, so he smiled calmly: "The girl is too worried, there are only a few people who can guess my identity at this time, it is the prince of Yan Wang that day, isn't it also at a loss to know my identity?" Seeing this, Ping Yan blushed slightly, and said mockingly: "Don't worry, although both of you and I have not recovered from our injuries, our ear power will not be weakened by half a point, unless it is Wu Heng, the king of Yunnan, who in Yueyang City can eavesdrop on the side? ”

Yang Ning couldn't help but think of the strange scene that Wu Heng was eavesdropping on the side, and couldn't help but laugh: "Miss Ping is right, how can a character like Senior Wu do such a thing with Shi identity, if the kid is just a boy, people are soft-spoken, and the decay of martial arts is detrimental to the dignity of the master, that is, Miss Ping, as the first master of the Cuihu Birth Department, must not be able to do this kind of thing." And I don't say too much about a surname, even if everyone in the world is wise and wise, it is impossible to guess that Xu Zijing is Yang Ning through a surname, right? If those who know the relationship between Shizun and his mother, and know that Yang Ning is a descendant of the Martial Arts Sect, even if I don't say the surname, can't they still think of my identity? What's more, Yang Ningfei is a person who hides his head and tail, although he has no intention of publicizing his origin, but there is no need to hide it, if someone wants to use my identity to act, I will give him a lesson that will be remembered for a lifetime, and blood for blood, but that's it. Whether it is my mother or my father, they have never insulted Yang Ning, even if everyone knows that I am Yang Ning, so what does it matter?"

Pingyan looked at Yang Ning with a new gaze, but it was a little time since she saw her, Yang Ning had changed her temperament in her eyes, the previous Yang Ning gave her the impression of being cold and arrogant and lonely, like a wounded lone wolf, a lonely goose in the group, even if it was unruly, there was also a bit of unspeakable pain, but at this moment in her eyes, although Yang Ning was still arrogant, but there was more confident light between her eyebrows, no longer that vague weakness, no longer the anger of being abandoned, but a confident and frank young hero. A hint of joy flashed in Ping Yan's eyes, although she didn't know what had happened, which made the cultivation of this young man's state of mind make a leap forward, but she was still happy to see such a result, this young man's future was full of thorns, if he didn't have a broad enough mind, Ping Yan really didn't know if he could hold on to the end.

turned thousands of thoughts into a soft sigh, but swallowed it in his stomach again, and said lightly: " His Royal Highness Nine allowed me to be the first master of the Cuihu family, which I dare not be, although Pingyan conceit can dominate in this generation, but I was born a series of strong strength, although the past 30 years have pressed the past to enter the WTO a series, but among the predecessors of Pingyan, there are not a few martial arts superb, even if they lose the opportunity to study the sword scriptures all year round, they are often able to find a new way and open up a new realm on their own, even if they do not have such talents, they can also study what they have learned, even if they are not able to beat the sect master, they cannot be ranked among the grandmasters, but there is little difference in martial arts attainments。 If Pingyan is compared with them, it will be like the light of fireflies and the bright moon to compete for glory, not to mention others, it is Pingyan's guide, enlightenment teacher, her swordsmanship is lonely in the world, self-contained, if Zijing meets them, you have to be careful, if you are not invincible, you have to remember to escape, their seniority skills are above you, and losing to them is not a shame. ”

Yang Ning was confused when he heard this, and couldn't help asking: "Listening to your tone, it seems that I will definitely fight with the elders of your sect, although you and I have been enemies for generations, it is not for secular grievances, since we chose a decisive battle that day, we are destined in this life, you and I are the opponents of fate, unless one of you and I dies, we will never change the opponent, the martial arts battle is not a group fight, how can your elders attack me, Miss Ping?"

A trace of guilt flashed in Ping Yan's eyes, she knew in her heart that although she had not contacted the sect for many days and concealed the matter of fighting with Yang Ning, some things were often wanted to cover up, and after a hurried meeting with Yan Zishuang, she would not have heard from her for many days, with Yan Zishuang's cleverness, she would definitely visit carefully, although Wu Heng, the king of Dian, also intended to conceal Ping Yan's recuperation in the county guard's mansion, but in order to avoid Cuihu's misunderstanding, he would definitely not really stop it, once Yan Zishuang found out the truth, he would inevitably find out that his various behaviors were inappropriate, and he would have thought that if it weren't for Zijing's identity, he would not have acted like this。

And once Yan Zishuang is suspicious, he will definitely report to the sect master, the sect master has always favored Zishuang, even if he still has scruples in his heart, he will not reveal Yang Ning's true life experience, but it is inevitable that he will leak a word. And Yan Zishuang has always been smart and enlightened, but she can't guess that Zijing is Yang Ning, the Ninth Highness, and she will also think that the Martial Dao Sect and Youji must have a great relationship, in order to beware that Yang Ning will strengthen Luo Chengyu's power after returning to Youji, he will definitely not let Yang Ning go to Youji like this.

In Ping Yan's mind, although Yan Zishuang seems to be soft-hearted on the surface, once it comes to a critical time, she is often decisive and ruthless. Although Yang Ning has no intention of the world, but her behavior is related to the general trend of the world, unless she can control Yang Ning in her hands as a pawn to affect the situation in Youji, she will never let Yang Ning go to her own devices. Since it is impossible to explicitly ask for the assassin Luo Chengyu, the son of the King of Yan, from Wu Heng, the king of Dian or the envoy of Youji, then setting up an ambush on the way and using other forces to intercept and kill is the only option. In order to succeed in one fell swoop, not only Yan Zishuang may take action in person, but it is not difficult to invite one or two more elders, and among them, the master of the Cuihu Birth Line, who specializes in martial arts cultivation, is the most suitable for her to use. Because most of the disciples of the previous generation of the Cuihu Birth Line have their own power and special identities, mobilizing them to make a move is often very related and inconvenient to use, while the Cuihu Birth Line is much less fetters, especially the nearest teacher, the Colorless Nunnery, is the most suitable candidate. What's more, since Yan Zishuang realized that she was dissatisfied and alienated from Cuihu, and instead got quite close to Cuihu's "enemy", if this matter didn't let the Born Family also flow into the muddy water, then Ping Yan would really look down on Yan Zishuang, the sect master's trusted disciple.

Although she understands the cause and effect, she is powerless to turn the tide, she can hide Yang Ning's true identity from Cuihu, which is already the greatest help, if she still wants to use lies to deceive, even if Yan Zishuang is willing not to pursue it, Yue Qiuxin will definitely not sit idly by. And if Yan Zishuang really invited the elders of the Cuihu family, Ping Yan would be even more powerless to stop it, even if she was the sect master, she only had the right to suggest for the peers and sisters who had left Cuihu, and there was no possibility of arbitrary instruction, not to mention that she was an ordinary Cuihu disciple? However, Ping Yan knew that he would not be able to invite someone who could not move, but Yan Zishuang might not be able to ask for it, firstly, this junior sister was the most able to speak kindly, and secondly, she still had the power given by the sect master in her hands, and the only thing she could hope for was that the teacher would not intervene in this matter, once the teacher really intended to make a move, then even if she was in person, she could never stop it.

After a thousand turns in his heart, he finally turned into a sigh, and Ping Yan said indifferently: "I have a sword move here, I want to challenge you, the next time we meet, if you can break this move, you have won a game, I don't know if you are willing to accept my challenge?"

Although there were some doubts about why Ping Yan refused to answer his question, he would definitely not refuse to challenge Yang Ning, because Ping Yan's hand injury had not healed, so he just used Xiao instead of the sword to lightly demonstrate a swordsmanship, but in Yang Ning's eyes, it was a huge shock to the body, that style of swordsmanship was like a lonely peak hanging outside the sky, although Ping Yan was just casually used, but Yang Ning felt that the murderous aura was coming, thinking about it, there was no way to prevent that sword, and he couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Ignoring Yang Ning, who was stunned and meditating, Pingyan picked up the bamboo flute and played the flute song, at the beginning of the flute sound was tactful and melodious, it was like the cold rain of the autumn night, the wisps penetrated the hearts of the people, Yang Ning gradually let go of his mind, and listened attentively to the sound of the cave flute, Pingyan smiled slightly when he saw this, and the sound of the flute changed, but it was a little more sword qi and murderous machine, and between the inhibition and frustration, it was like a change of moves, although Yang Ning did not understand the rhythm of music, but he often listened to the two girls playing the flute and stroked the qin when he was by his side, but he was able to taste the beauty of the ups and downs of the rhythm, and then saw Pingyan's provocative eyes, and actually understood her intention to challenge with the flute。 I couldn't help but feel proud in my heart, stretched out my hand, and I had already used all my strength, the shackles made of stainless steel were like paper paste clay sculptures, and they were torn to pieces by him, and with a slight smile, Yang Ning had already stood up straight, and waved his sleeves and danced on the terrace, although there was no blade in his hand, but the strength like a sharp blade flew everywhere with his movements, but except for crushing some autumn leaves and dead branches around the terrace, it did not cause greater damage.

Pingyan's flute sound is becoming more and more ethereal and unpredictable, it is actually in the space where Yang Ning's moves turn in and out, almost Yang Ning's moves have a slight gap, and the flute sound takes advantage of the situation, and the flute sound is sometimes high-pitched and excited, and sometimes it is a low grudge, which is like a unique battle, rather than an elegant thing to dance with the flute.

Just as Xiao Yin was becoming more and more urgent, like a torrential rain, Ping Yan and Yang Ning frowned slightly at the same time, and suddenly there was a clanging sound in the air, and a flash of lightning shot towards Yang Ning.

Yang Ning's figure turned slightly, and he had already received the long knife in his hand, his eyes swept over Duan Yue who was standing at the door, he just felt that his hand was empty, and he couldn't dance the sword like Qingping for fun, at this moment there was an extra steel knife in his hand, but it was not satisfactory, so he didn't want to think about it, his wrist shook, and the knife light was like snow, instantly enveloping the entire terrace. At this time, Pingyan had already avoided the corner of the terrace, slightly closed his eyes and concentrated on the flute, the sound of the flute was like a filament, no matter how it was broken, but there was no intention of breaking, it was looming in the sound of the knife, no matter how strong the knife wind was, but it could not suppress the continuous sound of the flute.

Yang Ning's mind moved, but the knife momentum under his hand slowed down, and the sword light flowed slowly, like flowing water around a lonely village, which was indescribably leisurely. Pingyan's Xiao Yin couldn't help but become whimpering and low, like a cold spring ice condensation, difficult steps, Yang Ning's eyes flashed a cold light, the knife momentum suddenly changed, like an iron horse protruding, Xiao Yin was stirred to pieces by the sound of the knife, as if the iron hooves had broken the ice. Ping Yan was stunned, although he lost a move, but he was not in the mood to fight anymore, his eyes swept over Duan Yue, knowing that this young general suddenly came, and he went upstairs directly without respecting etiquette, presumably something unexpected had happened, sighed lightly in his heart, put down the bamboo flute, and gently stroked the smooth flute body, but he was silent, and only looked at Duan Yue with a pair of cold eyes. Yang Ning also put away his knife and stopped, although he was lucky enough to take advantage of it, but he was still unsatisfied, so he looked at Duan Yue even more coldly.

Duan Yue smiled slightly bitterly, and said: "The envoy of Youji has arrived at the county guard's mansion, and the prince has instructed to invite Prince Zijing to come over." ”

Ping Yan's expression changed, and he said coldly: "Isn't the envoy of Youji still in Linxiang? How could it be now?"

Duan Yue replied: "This time the messenger who was ordered to come to pay homage to the prince is Ximen Rin, the commander of Yanshanwei, accompanied by the deputy commander Ling Chong, who encountered a sneak attack from Chunshui Hall on the way, and suffered heavy losses, so the commander of Ximen first came to Yueyang to ask for help just in case, and the commander of Ximen was very skilled, so there was no news coming, at this moment, the commander of Ximen wanted to see Zijing Gongzi first, and asked Fairy Ping to forgive me." ”

Pingyan looked at Yang Ning, only to see that his expression was solemn, and his eyes were even more cold, but there was no fear and reluctance, he sighed lightly, and said: "Zijing, you go, if you can be safe and sound, within three years, I will definitely go to you to compete in martial arts, if you don't have an inch in at that time, don't blame me for being ruthless." ”

Yang Ning only felt that his heart was excited, although it was not the first time he had seen Youji coming, but this time it was different, although he still felt that the future was uncertain, but he had a deeper desire in his heart, he hugged his fists, he saluted Ping Yan deeply: "Thank you Miss Ping for seeing me off, this time I can't stand you, repay virtue with resentment, and use the scoundrel method to die with you, the girl is not resentful, and the girl passes the sword before leaving, if there is a dispute in the future, I will definitely let the girl once." ”

Ping Yan couldn't help but laugh when he heard this, but his eyes fell on Yang Ning's face, and he saw that his expression was childish with incomparable solemnity, and he knew that such a promise was already extremely difficult for him, so he also got up and returned the salute, but there were no words.

Yang Ning smiled slightly, turned around and returned the long knife to Duan Yue, and walked out, looking at Yang Ning's lonely and lonely back, a wisp of sadness was born in Ping Yan's heart, but it passed in an instant, Yurong became calm and cold, and there was no trace of emotion revealed.