Listening to Ding Ning's words, Jing Liuli didn't say anything, but after glancing at the Qian Daoren who fell to the ground again, the moment she turned around, she opened her mouth and whispered to Ding Ning: "Your attitude towards him, will it be too cold." After all, it was killing one person in front of so many people... , you should know that most people in Changling don't like the queen because she is too cold. ”

"I may not end up pleasing the vast majority of people in Changling. Ding Ning got into the carriage, looked at his injured left hand, and said seriously: "I'm already very tired, so I can't take care of these people's thoughts anymore." ”

Jing Liuli's brows furrowed slightly, thinking about Ding Ning's cultivation over the past few days, and then thinking about his determination to block the sword with his hand, she lowered her head and didn't say anything anymore, just started driving.

......

The palace maid surnamed Rong stood under the eaves and waited.

The summer sun shines on the golden roof tiles, which is a bit dazzling.

She knew that Ding Ning had gone to the Huangyang Taoist Temple.

When the carriage left the Garden of Ink, she knew that something must happen today.

On weekdays, in fact, she doesn't pay much attention to Qian Daoren, and even some forget about Qian Daoren, just like many young people who have been away from their hometown for a long time, when they are very old, they even slowly forget their parents and forget those relatives.

But after all, people can't really be devoid of emotions.

Before being accepted as a disciple by Qian Daoren, she was just an orphan girl living on the streets, and there were only two final outcomes, either she died on the street or became a miserable prostitute in the Qinglou.

Qian Daoren not only has the grace of teaching her, but also the grace of nurturing.

Just like Qian Daoren, although he gradually forgot about her on weekdays, when he saw Ding Ning, he still wanted to help her kill Ding Ning for the first time.

When Ding Ning really found Qian Daoren, those past favors, all kinds of guilt and kindness began to fill her body.

She didn't want anything to happen to Qian Daoren.

The cicadas in the courtyard stopped.

Someone came.

A yellow-robed middle-aged cultivator appeared at the door of her courtyard and bowed slightly to her: "Qian Daoren is dead. ”

The heart of the palace maid surnamed Rong suddenly fell, falling into nowhere, as if it had fallen into some invisible abyss below her.

The yellow-robed middle-aged cultivator slowly straightened up, and some light appeared in his eyes that he didn't usually have, but the attention of the palace maid surnamed Rong at this time was not on him, so he didn't notice his abnormality at all.

The strange light in the eyes of the yellow-robed middle-aged cultivator quickly faded, and then he lowered his head, and then said, "That carriage has not returned to the ink garden, it is heading to a tea garden. ”

When the palace maid surnamed Rong heard the news of Qian Daoren's death, her body was still stiff, but when she heard the words of the yellow-robed middle-aged cultivator at this time, she was incredulous Huo Ran raised her head and exclaimed directly: "How can this be!"

In the eyes of many people in Changling who know the palace maid surnamed Rong, the palace maid surnamed Rong is a clay puppet without much emotion, as cold as the queen's mother.

The yellow-robed middle-aged cultivator lowered his head a little more, and then said, "Niangniang asked you not to leave the palace. ”

The body and face of the palace maid surnamed Rong froze again.

There was not the slightest trace of blood on her face, like a snowman piled up in the palace in winter.

......

The southern suburbs of the city, tea plantations.

When the carriage driven by Jing Liuli was heading towards the tea plantation, a man wearing a bamboo hat and a black silk shirt was also walking down a path towards the tea plantation.

He still has more than ten miles of land with this tea plantation, which is separated by a bamboo forest, and there is a small stream, and there is a wooden bridge on the stream, which is full of many green vines, and the green vines even grow into the water, which looks very watery.

The man didn't have anyone in sight.

But he suddenly felt something and stopped.

The moment he stopped, the bamboo hat above his head was suddenly split by several sharp weapons, cracked, and fell to the ground.

Underneath the bamboo hat is a pampered face, with unusually clean and dark long hair tied up with a white jade ring, with delicate facial features, and a man's face that is not much older, giving people the feeling that even the eyebrows have been trimmed, which not only gives people a perfect but also gives people an unusually delicate feeling.

"Do you really want to do that?"

The man's delicate eyebrows were slightly raised, and the moment he spoke, a pure black long sword silently appeared in front of him.

The sword body was obviously very hard, but at this moment, it was slowly flying around his body, but it gave people a particularly agile and soft feeling.

Sometimes the sword is in front of him, sometimes the sword is behind him, but no matter which angle you look at, the pure black sword and the man give people a feeling of immaculateness.

"It doesn't have to be this way. ”

Shao's murderous voice rang out.

Before his voice sounded, there was no figure on the wooden bridge covered with many green vines, but when his voice sounded, his figure had already appeared on the wooden bridge.

"As long as you stop here and wait for the tea plantation to be over, it doesn't have to be that way. ”

Shao Kill looked at the man and said expressionlessly.

"You're good at killing. The man in black squinted his eyes slightly and looked at Shao Killing, shook his head, and said, "But you may not be my opponent." ”

Shao Kill glanced at him indifferently and said, "I don't think about who is who's opponent... All I know is that it's either kill or be killed. ”

After a pause, Shao Kill looked at the fragments of bamboo hats at the man's feet, and a faint mockery and provocation appeared at the corners of his mouth: "Xu Yanqin, if you are really confident, this bamboo hat of yours will not break." ”

The man in black laughed with a hint of arrogance, looked at him and said, "Maybe I did it on purpose?"

Shao Killing's gaze sank, he looked coldly at the swimming black sword of the man in black, and said, "You know I don't like to joke, so you can try." ”

The man in black's smile disappeared, his eyebrows raised, but he didn't say more, and the black sword always just swam, not moving forward a single point.

"Actually, we don't have much meaning here. ”

After a few breaths, the man in black shook his head and said.

Shao Kill glanced at him and said, "It really doesn't make sense, because that carriage will eventually enter the tea garden, because she is the only one who doesn't want that carriage to enter the tea garden, but there are many people in the entire Changling who want to let that carriage enter the tea garden." ”

......

The carriage was approaching the tea plantation.

For Jingliuli, this carriage traveled from the Huangyang Taoist Temple to here, and it was a smooth road, without half an obstacle.

Like the last time he came to the tea garden, Ding Ning got off the carriage outside the tea garden, and then walked along the ridge to the bamboo house in the tea garden.

The owner of the tea garden, Zhang Luyang, a quiet middle-aged man, was carrying water, and when he saw Ding Ning and Jing Liuli coming over, he put down his burden and greeted Ding Ning and Jing Liuli.

Ding Ning bowed in return, and then said, "You lied. ”

"Qian Daoren is dead, I killed him. ”

"Now I'm going to challenge you. ”