The Sword Dynasty

Wang Taixu left this small courtyard.

Ding Ning was lying on the soft couch in the bedroom. The sensation of aging in the body and the exhaustion caused by the energy consumed when the wound healed should bring drowsiness, but in this quiet and silent room, he was Without the slightest sleepiness, the emotions became more and more anxious.

This is indeed his problem.

He knows that this emotion stems from the fact that his revenge has really begun. If an arrow shoots out, there is no room for recovery. This emotion also comes from the fact that he is waiting for Sun Qianxue.

In the quiet practice in the street of Changling Lane, waiting for the time for revenge to come, Changsun Qianxue was used to focusing only on practice and letting him think about the rest, and he was already used to Changsun Qianxue's wine shop in Wutong Wait for him here.Her coldness also seemed to be the source of his calm and quiet waiting these years.

With habits, there are weaknesses.

Feeling anxious and no longer calm, it is easier to think of more things, thinking of those who have been dying for a long time, thinking of Xue Wangxu who has just died, in this cold room, Ding Ning feels more and more lonely, but The sorrow and anger between the chest and the abdomen were burning like wildfire.

The cold and familiar footsteps sounded and passed into his pinna.

"Who is the man outside Jianshan Sect?"

Looking at Chang Sun, who pushed in the door and listened to the words she asked, Ding Ning's eyes stayed on her picturesque face, but she did not answer for a moment.

Long Sun Qianxue was a little displeased, and frowned between her brows.

Ding Ning took a deep breath and said, "Shao murdered, I remember mentioning it to you. The old patriarch of Minshan Jianzong picked up the disciples of the mountain, and he would kill the most. In addition to Baili Suxue, I am afraid that even Tantai Guanjian will die in his hands."

The elder Sun Qingxue frowned, remembering for a moment, his voice slightly coldly said: "Why don't I remember you and I mentioned Shao murder?"

Ding Ning suddenly froze.

He noticed that there was indeed a big problem with his state today, and he accidentally said a very serious wrong thing.

It's just that today's Chief Sun Qianxue is also a little irritable. She didn't make too many associations. She didn't struggle with this problem, but she looked even colder and said, "Baishanshui came to Wutongluo that night and found me."

Ding Ning's body was colder. He raised his head hard and looked at Changsun Qianxue. He said: "Wang Taixu told me that the people in Jiantiansi often appeared around Wutongluo these days. I didn't understand the reason before, now Come to think, it must be that Baishanshui passed Wutongluo that night... and Wutongluo, besides me, seems to have nothing to pay attention to Baishanshui, so Jiantiansi will surely investigate what Baishanshui has to do with us."

A layer of frost slowly enveloped on the face of Chang Sun Qingxue, "Ye Ce-Leng will definitely associate with Fan Zhuo's death, so...should she soon realize my true identity?"

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

Changsun Qianxue was silent for a while, and said, "I will not leave Changling."

Ding Ning's face suddenly turned red, but because his emotions were too excited, he opened his mouth but was speechless, accompanied by a fierce cough.

"Leave Changling, and then continue to escape?" Chang Sun Qianxue's face returned to calm, said coldly: "I want to gamble."

Ding Ning finally panted a little and said angrily: "How do you gamble?"

"Everyone wants to see Ye Celen's true attitude." Chang Sun Qianxue said coldly: "Everyone wants to know whether Ye Celen is the Emperor of Yuanwu, or the one who always wants to teach her swordsmanship."

"Then? In case she is Emperor Yuanwu, are you waiting to be besieged by the army like Bai Shanshui? Not everyone has the same luck as Bai Shanshui, not everyone has a master like that. Die for her!" Ding Ning was so angry that he almost roared.

"This is my business. If you feel hopeless, you will leave Changling yourself."

Long Sun Qianxue gave Ding Ning a cold look and said slightly: "Don't you always want to figure out who Ye Celen is going to?"

Ding Ning was speechless.

He knew that what she decided could not be changed.

"This is your thing."

Chang Sun Qingxue took a copper-green compact box from his sleeve and handed it to Ding Ning.

Ding Ning looked at the copper box containing the person Wang Yubi in silence.

"You rushed back to Changling in such a hurry, and you didn't want to talk when you saw me?" Chang Sun Qianxue looked at Ding Ning, who was rarely so low. Gamble, at least tell me what to do next."

Ding Ning took a deep breath and slowly said: "Since Jiantian Si has already noticed that, if you don't want to leave Changling, then you have to wait here for the result...and help me heal."

The grandson Qianxue glanced at Ding Ning, and without further uttering, motioned for Ding Ning to aside, and then she gathered the silk tent and walked beside Ding Ning.

Like many high-cold female practitioners, she actually has serious cleanliness. Today, Ding Ning's body is not clean. Various plasters even contaminated on the bed through gauze, but she did not say anything this time. Just when lying down, his tight lips shivered slightly.

She was lying sideways with her clothes as usual, and Ding Ning could not see her face. At this time, all he thought about was his own injury and cultivation.

He asked Chang Sun Qingxue to wait, but he must be able to go out and make some preparations.

Countless subtle voices sounded in his body.

The yellow spot in the pure white jade in his palm kept jumping.

A sweltering vitality ran wildly in his meridians, and the burning meaning made the meridians inside him seem to be burning, but at the moment when his meridians seemed to be burning, Chang Sun Qianxue was refreshed. The ice-cold breath always suppressed it, and then the two blended perfectly.

These vital energies circulated in his body according to Minshan Jianzong's practice route. The damage in his body was like a dry land suffered by Yu Lin, repaired at an unimaginable speed by ordinary practitioners.

The first step of his revenge is always from the beginning of the Minshan Jianzong, because the Minshan Jianzong’s Zhenyuan practice and the nine-dead silkworm he cultivated have an amazingly complementary effect. With the help of the double cultivation of Chang Sun Qianxue, his speed of healing and practice has reached a speed that he has never had before, and he can never imagine the speed.

Even if he didn't know it himself, the residual sword at the end of his body was immersed in his breath, and it lighted up automatically as he felt the old man.

...

A thunder sounded in the sky, and the dull rumbling fell.

The sunny summer days were expelled by thick rain clouds, and a rainstorm poured down when many people were still prepared for it in the future.

The rain eaves are falling like water, Ye Ce is cold and bare feet, like a pure girl sitting on a short backrest bamboo chair with her knees, she looked at the dark sky and the lightning inside. Thunder, looking at the direction of Mo Yuan.

The coldness radiating from the elder Sun Qianxue was only a few feet of space around the body, and even Shao Murder in the carriage outside the gate of Moyuan could not feel it. However, she seemed to feel the coldness from the depths of Moyuan. There was a strange blush on his face, but his body was trembling with a chill.

No one knows what she really thinks.

In these years, even Chen Jianshou, who is the closest to her, and even the old servant who has always followed her cannot understand what she really thinks in her heart.

She just lived in Changling's infinite scenery and was extremely difficult.

In the torrential rain last year, she was ordered to return from overseas, but Zhao Jianlu, who never entered Changling, actually entered Changling. It made her feel that Changling, with its white walls and black tiles unchanged, had begun to have an indescribable word. Change.

Now it proves that her hunch is right.

In the torrential rain last year, the change began, and what kind of change will happen in the torrential rain this year?

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

Ye Ce Leng Huo Ran looked up.

A bright light appeared in the rain curtain in front of me, and the falling raindrops suddenly stagnate, and it seemed that all of them would fly out horizontally and toward the person who pushed the door in.

However, at this moment, as she frowned, the raindrops fell off the ground again.

Someone pushed in and closed the door.

This is a tall woman wearing a cyan cloth.

The cyan dress on her body was overly generous and wet on her body, but what made her look most embarrassed was her messy and tangled hair.

Her skin was fair and smooth, but she couldn't see any blood.

She looked like an ordinary traveler who had been showered for a long time without any strong breath.

However, Ye Ce-Leng knew who she was, and she was able to attract her attention when she pushed the door, not only because she was fascinated, but also because the other party could be integrated into the rain.

Ye Ce-Leng stood up, his face wrinkled, and sneered: "This rain suddenly fell, and stopped when it stopped, Bai Shanshui, are you really dead or are there too much water in your head, dare to come to me to find me ?"