Wang Taixu left the small courtyard.

Ding Ning was lying on the soft couch in the bedroom, the feeling of aging in his body and the exhaustion caused by the vitality consumed when the injury was healed should bring drowsiness, but in this quiet and silent room, he did not have the slightest sense of sleepiness, and his feelings became more and more anxious.

That's really his problem.

He knew very well that this kind of love originated from the fact that his revenge had really begun, like an arrow shot out and there was no room for retraction, and this kind of love also came from the fact that he was waiting for his eldest grandson Qianxue now.

In the quiet practice in Changling Alley, waiting for the opportunity for revenge for so many years, the eldest grandson Qianxue is used to only practicing, used to letting him think about the rest of the things, and he has long been accustomed to the eldest grandson Qianxue waiting for him in the wine shop in Wutongluo. Her coldness also seemed to be the source of his calm and quiet waiting all these years.

With habits comes weakness.

The mood is restless, and if he is no longer calm, it is easier to think of more things, thinking about those who have been dead for a long time, thinking about Xue Wangxu, who has just died, in this cold room, Ding Ning feels more and more lonely, but the sadness and anger in his chest and abdomen are like wildfires constantly burning.

The sound of cold, familiar footsteps rang out into his ears.

"Who is that person from the Minshan Sword Sect outside?"

Looking at the eldest grandson Qianxue who pushed the door in, listening to the words she asked, Ding Ning's gaze stayed on her picturesque face, and he didn't answer for a while.

The eldest grandson Qianxue was a little displeased, and her eyebrows frowned slightly.

Ding Ning took a deep breath and said: "Shao kills, I remember mentioning to you, the disciples of the old sect master of the Minshan Sword Sect who picked up the mountain are the best at killing, if it is really a life-and-death fight, among all the people in the Minshan Sword Sect, except for Baili Suxue, I am afraid that even the Shantai Guan Sword will die in his hands." ”

The eldest grandson Qianxue frowned, recalled for a moment, and said in a slightly cold voice: "Why don't I remember that you mentioned Shao killing people to me?"

Ding Ning's body was suddenly cold.

He found that there was indeed a big problem with his current state, and he inadvertently said a very strict wrong word.

It's just that today's eldest grandson Qianxue was also a little irritable, she didn't make too many associations, she didn't dwell on this problem, but her expression was a few points colder, and said: "Bai Shanshui came to Wutongluo to find me that night. ”

Ding Ning's body was even colder, he raised his head with difficulty, looked at the eldest grandson Qianxue, and said: "Wang Tai told me that the people who supervised the Heavenly Division often appeared around Wutongluo these days, I didn't understand the reason before, but now that I think about it, it must be that Bai Shanshui passed through Wutongluo at night... And Wutongluo doesn't seem to have any objects worthy of Bai Shanshui's attention except for me, so the Heavenly Supervisor will definitely investigate what Bai Shanshui has to do with us. ”

A layer of frost slowly appeared on the face of the eldest grandson Qianxue, "Ye Ce Leng will definitely think of Fan Zhuo's death, so... She should soon find out who I really am?"

Ding Ning was silent for a moment, "You must leave Changling." ”

The eldest grandson, Qianxue, was silent for a moment and said, "I will not leave Changling." ”

Ding Ning's face suddenly turned blood-red, but because he was too excited, he opened his mouth but couldn't speak, accompanied by a violent cough.

"Leave Changling, and then keep fleeing?" Eldest Sun Qianxue's face became calm, and he said coldly: "I want to gamble." ”

Ding Ning finally gasped a little, and said angrily: "How do you bet?"

"Everyone wants to see Ye Celeng's true attitude. The eldest grandson Qianxue said coldly: "Everyone wants to know whether Ye Ce Leng is the person of Emperor Yuanwu, or the person who has always been interested in teaching her swordsmanship." ”

"And then, if she is Emperor Yuanwu's person, are you waiting to be surrounded and killed by the army like Bai Shanshui? Not everyone has the same luck as Bai Shanshui, and not everyone has such a sword master to die for her!" Ding Ning was extremely angry and almost roared.

"This is my business, if you feel hopeless, you can leave Changling by yourself. ”

The eldest grandson Qianxue glanced at Ding Ning coldly, and said sarcastically: "Haven't you always wanted to find out who Ye Ce Leng wants?"

Ding Ning was speechless.

He knew that what she had decided could not be changed.

"It's your stuff. ”

The eldest grandson, Qianxue, casually took out a copper-green secret box from his sleeve and handed it to Ding Ning.

Ding Ning looked at the copper box containing the human Wang Yubi and was silent.

"You are in such a hurry to rush back to Changling, and you don't want to talk when you see me?" The eldest grandson Qianxue looked at Ding Ning, who was rarely so low, and said coldly: "If you don't want to leave Changling and want to stay and gamble with me, then at least tell me what to do next." ”

Ding Ning took a deep breath and said slowly: "Since the Heavenly Supervisor has already noticed something, if you are unwilling to leave Changling, then you can only wait for the result here... Also, help me heal. ”

The eldest grandson Qianxue glanced at Ding Ning, didn't say anything more, motioned for Ding Ning to step aside, and then she put down the silk tent and walked down beside Ding Ning.

Like many cold female cultivators, she actually has a strict habit of cleanliness, and today's Li Ding Ning's body is not clean, and all kinds of plasters even faintly stain the bed through gauze, but she didn't say anything this time, but when she lay down, her lips trembled slightly.

She was lying on her side as usual, Ding Ning couldn't see her face, and he was only thinking about his own injuries and cultivation at this time.

He asked the eldest grandson, Asayuki, to wait, but he himself had to be able to go out and make some preparations.

Countless subtle voices resounded in his body.

The pure white jade in his palm kept jumping up and down.

Streams of hot vitality ran wildly in his meridians, and the scorching meaning made the meridians inside him seem to burn, but every time his meridians seemed to be burning, the cold breath from the body of the eldest grandson Qianxue always suppressed it, and then the two blended perfectly.

These vitality flowed through his body according to the cultivation path of the Minshan Sword Sect, and the damage in his body was like a dry land suffering from rain, repairing at a speed unimaginable to ordinary cultivators.

The first step of his revenge has always been since he entered the Minshan Sword Sect, because the True Yuan cultivation method of the Minshan Sword Sect and the Nine Dead Silkworms he cultivated have amazing complementary effects, and at this moment, with the assistance of the human king Yubi and the double cultivation of the eldest grandson Qianxue, his healing and cultivation speed has reached a speed that he has never had before, and it is unimaginable.

Even he didn't know that the remnant sword on his side automatically lit up as if sensing the old man under his breath, and the sword body continued to bloom with sporadic and beautiful white flowers.

......

A thunderclap sounded in the sky, and a dull rumble fell.

The summer sunshine was instantly expelled by thick rain clouds, and a torrential rain poured down before many people could prepare for it.

The water fell like a curtain under the rain eaves, Ye Ce Leng was barefoot, like an innocent girl sitting on a low backrest bamboo chair with her knees crossed, she looked at the dark sky from afar, looked at the lightning and thunder inside, and looked at the direction where the ink garden was.

The coldness on the body of the eldest grandson Qianxue was only a few feet around her body, and she couldn't even perceive Shao Killing in a corner of the carriage outside the gate of the Ink Garden, but she seemed to feel the coldness coming from the depths of the Ink Garden, and there was obviously a strange flush on her face, but her body continued to tremble like a chill.

No one could know what was really in her heart.

Over the years, even Supervisor Chen, who was closest to her, and even the old servant who had been following her couldn't understand what she was really thinking in her heart.

She is just in Changling, and she is extremely difficult to live.

In the rainstorm last year, she was ordered to come back from overseas, but Zhao Jianlu, who never entered Changling, really entered Changling, which made her feel that Changling, which seemed to have unchanged white walls and black tiles, had begun to have an indescribable change.

Now it turns out that her hunch is right.

In last year's rainstorm, change began, and what kind of changes will occur in this year's rainstorm?

The heavy door of the courtyard in front of her was slowly pushed open from the outside.

Ye Ce Leng Huo Ran raised his head.

A bright light appeared in the rain curtain ahead, and the falling raindrops suddenly stagnated, as if they were all about to fly out sideways, flying towards the person who pushed the door in.

However, at this moment, with her frowning, the raindrops fell to the ground as if they were free from their restraints.

Someone pushed the door open and closed it.

It was a tall woman dressed in a blue cloth robe.

Her teal clothes were overly wide and wet against her body, but what made her look wolf the most was her messy and tangled hair.

Her skin was fair and shiny, but there was no blood to be seen.

She looked like an ordinary traveler who had been in the rain for a long time, without any powerful aura on her.

However, Ye Celeng knew very well who she was, and she knew very well that she was able to attract her attention when she pushed the door, not only because of her own distraction, but also because the other party could be one with this rain.

Ye Ce stood up coldly, his face was cold, and he sneered: "This rain fell suddenly, stop when you say stop, Bai Shanshui, are you really dying, or do you have too much water in your brain, dare to come to me to find me?" R1058