The morning light is bright again.

A familiar aura appeared in Ding Ning's perception, he was a little incomprehensible, obviously it should be Wen Houling, why is it Ye Ce Leng who is coming now?

The door was pushed open.

He felt his gaze fall on him.

He looked at this gaze, only to see that Ye Celeng was still wearing a white dress, but for some reason, today's white dress seemed to have become much brighter.

It wasn't the first time Ye Celeng and he had met, but looking at him today, it seemed that there were too many differences from usual.

"Wen Houling is dead. ”

Ye Ce looked at him coldly and said softly, but it didn't look like he was going to leave soon, closed the door, sat down at the table opposite him, and watched his reaction.

Ding Ning was slightly stunned.

It was something he hadn't expected.

He was very familiar with Wen Houling, so he knew that there were few people in the entire Changling Tomb who could kill him.

Ye Ce Leng looked at his slightly frowning brows, looking at his puzzled but quiet appearance, this face was too far from someone in her impression, but for some reason, her heart was beating more and more, "It's the hand of the night owl." ”

"Can the night owl kill him?" Ding Ning's face was solemn, but when he thought of Supervisor Chen, he suddenly couldn't help but laugh at himself: "Changling Hidden Dragon Crouching Tiger, it seems that many people are too good at covering up on weekdays. Some people are so much more powerful than I thought. ”

"When Liang Lian was killed by the Nine Dead Silkworms, everyone in Changling knew that you were here. So now in the eyes of everyone in Changling, you can't have anything to do with the Nine Dead Silkworms, and now including those princes in Changling, they are just guessing that he has already accepted an apprentice, and that apprentice is already not young, otherwise it is impossible to comprehend the sword intent of the first line of heaven. Ye Ce looked at Ding Ning deeply, "But I know who you are, so, who are you?"

I know who you are, who are you really?

These sound very contradictory sentences, but Ding Ning's calm face is no longer calm.

Because a drop of crystal water fell on Ye Ce's cold cheek.

It was not the product of any condensation, but a crystal teardrop.

In this world, the most powerful force is always the most fiery emotion between people.

Ding Ning's heart was struck by this most powerful force, and he fell silent and hung his head.

"Does it make sense?"

He was silent for a long time, and did not answer Ye Celeng's question directly, but only answered such a sentence.

Ye Ce looked at him coldly and laughed, his smile was a little bleak, "You know why I have to be in Changling, you know how many things I didn't want to do in order to stay in Changling, do you think it makes sense for me to ask such words now?"

Ding Ning said: "You know he is dead. ”

"I thought so, too. ”

Ye Ce Leng also lowered his head, like a child who is a little cold in winter and needs warmth: "I just want to see if he has left a successor, and what the heir wants to do, until I see you." ”

"You are too young, I know that Shen Xuan will not be wrong at least looking at bone age. You were born three years after his death, and your current true cultivation is only up to the Five Realms, so how do you know so many things, how do you know so many people, and how can you have a glimmer of heavenly sword intent?"

Ye Ce Leng still didn't look up, but her tone became more urgent, "No one knows the sword intent of the first line of heaven better than me, and I don't believe that no one will be able to comprehend such a sword intent except for his personal inheritance." ”

"The body has turned to ashes, and nothing is left, is there any way to bring the dead back to life?" Ding Ning also laughed, and his smile was a little bleak: "Do you believe in such a thing as resurrection?"

Ye Ce Leng raised his head and looked at him, and said seriously: "I hope there is such a thing as resurrection." ”

"It still doesn't make sense. ”

Ding Ning's face hardened, and he said slowly: "Even if I come back to life, I won't be the person you are familiar with." ”

Ye Ce Leng suddenly laughed.

The sadness in her eyes disappeared, and she smiled like a real child.

"Some things will change, some things won't. ”

She looked at Ding Ning and said slowly: "It's really pointless to argue about this, I came here because I have an important matter to tell you, and the people who broke the prison have been gathered." ”

Ding Ning suddenly became nervous as if he had some premonitions, and asked, "Who is it?"

Ye Ce glanced at him coldly and said, "Fish market, Miss Merchant." ”

Ding Ning coughed painfully.

It was the last thing he wanted to hear, but it was the same as his hunch.

"Looks like you don't want her to be involved in something like this. ”

Ye Ce sneered more brightly, and even had a silky feeling: "But this is always her own choice, just like I stayed in Changling, but it was always my own choice, and it had nothing to do with you." ”

Ding Ning was stunned.

"Since many years ago, Zheng Sleeve has not suffered any losses since he entered Changling. But I have suffered too much in the past few days, and now Wen Houling is dead... She's going to do something else after all. ”

Ye Ce looked at Ding Ning coldly, and then said: "Night owl, the person who is the most reluctant to leave Changling, is willing to leave Changling, like me, I have long been tired of Changling, so if we are really worried about our safety, save Lin Cooking Wine, we must do our best, don't hesitate anymore." ”

Ding Ning nodded very slowly and said, "It's tomorrow." ”

......

Ye Celeng walked out of the hospital and got into the carriage waiting for her outside.

The carriage began to walk, and she did not lower the curtains, looking at the walls and roof tiles along the way.

The sun was rising, and the pale and golden sunlight shone on the gray walls and black tiles, reflecting a solemn luster.

Her gaze looked farther away, looking at the corner towers that stood like giants, and the corners of her mouth gradually flashed with a self-deprecating smile: "These layouts in the past have become a means to restrict themselves today..."

After a while, looking at these, she finally sighed, "Changling is really majestic, no matter what, the people who built such a majestic city back then were really amazing." ”

When those people became famous, she was still a young girl.

By the time she first fell in love, those people were dead.

She always felt like she was half a beat slower.

Now things are wrong, but after all, it's not too late.

Her hand tapped on the window of the carriage, which slowly walked through the streets and alleys until it reached an old bridge.

This is the old bridge that is rarely passed by horse-drawn carriages in Changling, but it is reserved for the convenience of some shops around it, even the bridge hole under the bridge has been dilapidated, and on the pier on one side, a pomegranate tree has rarely grown, and even this pomegranate tree is already very old.

On one side of the bridge, there is a sesame oil shop, next to which is a shop that makes tofu, and in a narrow alley between the two shops, there is a blind fortune teller sitting on a bamboo chair.

The blind fortune teller is not very old, only in his thirties, and he is also very fair, like a scholar, without the breath of gods, so he doesn't seem to have any business.

She walked straight up to the blind fortune teller, walked all the way behind him, and said, "Where's your stringless harp?"

The blind fortune teller did not respond.

She retreated all the way to the blind fortune teller, and then looked him in the eye, laughed, and said, "You are indeed a false blind man, a real deaf man." ”

The blind fortune teller looked at her, and his body suddenly trembled.

"Don't react in particular. ”

Ye Ce took a deep breath and quickly repeated, "Where's your stringless harp?"

"Come with me. ”

Without the slightest hesitation, the blind fortune teller stood up and walked towards the alley.

Inside the alley, there is a small courtyard.

All the way into this courtyard, into the only bedroom.

The blind fortune teller's body was finally relieved, and he trembled violently.

There was a light in his eyes, and he looked at Ye Ce's cold lips, so serious that it made people feel a kind of perverted.

"Nine dead silkworms. ”

Ye Ce Leng spit out three words very simply, and then said: "I need you to sue Sù Lin to cook wine, and I will save him tomorrow." I also need you to try to get someone into the big dungeon. ”

(Let's brew the plot today, write slowly, put one change to tomorrow, and three more tomorrow)