The Sword Dynasty

After listening to Ding Ning's words, Jing Liuli didn't say anything, but after looking at the money Dao Ren who fell to the ground, at the moment of turning around, she spoke softly to Ding Ning: "Will your attitude towards him be too cold? That’s a bit. After all, one person was killed 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 like the majority of Changling people in the end." Ding Ning got into the carriage and looked at his injured left hand and said seriously: "I'm very tired, so I can't take into account these people's ideas."

Jing Liuli frowned slightly, thinking of Ding Ning's practice these days, and then thinking of his determination to stop the sword with her hand, she dropped her head and said nothing more, just started driving.

...

The Rong female servant stood under the eave and waited.

The summer sun shining on the golden roof tiles reflected off, a bit dazzling.

She knew that Ding Ning went to Huangyang Taoist Temple.

When the carriage left Moyuan, she knew that something must happen today.

On weekdays, in fact, she does not value Qiandao people very much, and even forgets Qiandao people, just like many young people who have left their hometown for a long time. When they are very old, they even slowly forget their parents and forget those. Like relatives.

But after all, people cannot really have no emotions.

Before being accepted as a disciple by Qian Daoren, she was only an orphan girl living on the street. There were only two kinds of endings. She either died on the street or became a miserable young prostitute in the blue building.

Qian Daoren not only taught her the grace but also the grace of nurturing.

Just as Qian Daoren gradually forgot her on weekdays, when he saw Ding Ning, he wanted to help her kill Ding Ning the first time.

When Ding Ning was really looking for money, the guilt and kindness in the past also began to flood her body.

She doesn't want Qian Daoren to have an accident.

The cicadas stopped in the courtyard.

Someone comes.

A middle-aged practitioner in a yellow robe appeared at the door of her courtyard and bowed slightly to her: "Qian Taoren is dead."

Rong's palace girl's heart fell suddenly and fell somewhere, like it fell into an invisible abyss beneath her.

The middle-aged practitioner in the yellow robe slowly stood up, and there were some bright lights in his eyes that were not usually seen. It was just that the attention of the maiden Rong at this time was not on him.

The strange flame in the eyes of the middle-aged practitioner of Huang Pao quickly subsided, and then bowed his head, and then said: "The carriage did not return to Moyuan, and was heading to a tea garden."

When the lady named Rong Rong heard the death of Qian Daoren, she was still stiff. However, when she heard the words of the middle-aged practitioner of Huangpao, she was incredulously Huo Ran raised her head and exclaimed directly. Get up: "How could this happen!"

In the eyes of many people in Changling who knew the surname Rong, the surname Rong was a mud puppet with few feelings, and was as cold as the empress queen. Such a cry of exclamation fell on her, and it was unimaginable.

The middle-aged practitioner of Huangpao lowered his head a little more, and then said, "The lady told you not to leave the palace."

The body and face of Rong, the surname Rong, froze again.

There was no trace of blood on her face, like a snowman piled up in the palace in winter.

...

Tea plantation near the south of the city.

When the carriage driven by Jing Liuli walked towards the tea garden, a man wearing bamboo hat and black silk shirt was walking towards the tea garden from a path.

He and this tea plantation still have more than a dozen miles, among which is a bamboo forest, and a stream. There is a wooden bridge over the stream, which is covered with many green vines. The green vines even grow into the water. It looks very watery.

There was no one in the man's sight.

But he suddenly felt something and stopped.

The moment he stopped, the bamboo lily above his head was suddenly cut by a sharp-handed sharp weapon, split open, and fell to the ground.

Under Zhuli, there is a nourishing face. The extremely clean and dark long hair is tied up with a white jade ring. The facial features are beautiful, and you can’t see the age of the man’s face. It feels like the eyebrows have been trimmed. Not only gives perfect but also gives a very delicate feeling.

"Really?"

The man's delicate eyebrows slightly raised, and at the moment of speaking, a pure black sword appeared silently in front of him.

The blade is obviously hard, but at this moment it is slowly flying around his body, but it gives a particularly flexible and soft feeling.

Sometimes this sword is in front of you, sometimes this sword is behind you, but no matter what angle you look at, this pure black sword and this man give people a flawless feeling.

"It doesn't have to be this way."

Shao's murderous voice sounded.

Before his voice sounded, there was no figure on the wooden bridge full of 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 end, it doesn't have to be this way."

Shao Shaman looked at the man and said blankly.

"You can kill people very much." The man in black narrowed his eyes and looked at Shao murder, shaking his head, said: "But you may not be my opponent."

Shao murdered him indifferently and said, "I don't think about who's opponent... I only know whether to kill or be killed."

After a pause, Shao murdered the pieces of bamboo hats under the man’s feet, and a hint of mockery and provocation appeared in the corners of his mouth: “Xu Fenqin, if you are really confident, your bamboo hat will not be broken."

The man in black laughed with a hint of pride, looking at him and saying, "Maybe I deliberately?"

Shao's murderous eyes sank. He looked coldly at the black sword of the man in black and said, "You know I don't like to joke, so you can try it."

The black man's smile disappeared and his eyebrows were raised, but he no longer spoke much, and the black sword always just swam, and did not move forward one point.

"Actually, it doesn't make much sense here."

After counting interest, the man in black shook his head and said.

Shao Sharen gave him a glance and said, "It really doesn't make much sense, because that carriage will eventually enter the tea garden, because she alone doesn't want that carriage to enter the tea garden, but there are many people in Changling who want to let that carriage Enter the tea garden."

...

The carriage is close to the tea plantation.

As far as Jingliu is concerned, the carriage from Huangyang Daoguan to here is a smooth journey without any obstacles.

Just like last time I came to the tea garden, Ding Ning got out of 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, the quiet middle-aged man Zhang Luyang was carrying water. When he saw Ding Ning and Jing Liuli coming, he put down his burden and bowed his head to Ding Ning and Jing Liuli.

Ding Ningxiu first saluted, then said: "You lied."

"Qian Dao Ren is dead and killed by me."

"Now I will challenge you."