The Sword Dynasty - 158. Chapter 157

It’s just that those big people’s things don’t need him to worry too much.

Qiu Zaixing asked the number of people in the carriage in a very small voice, then turned and looked at Ding Ning.

In today’s assassination, the opponent dispatched a powerful runemaster, three extremely skilled sword masters, and even a “fly pool” practitioner. The final decision was made by the three Baiyangdong. Juvenile, especially Ding Ning’s performance.

Without Ding Ning’s incredible performance, he would be killed in the first place, just like his colleagues who did not appear. When the practitioners of the seven realms arrived, the result was already doomed.

“Your performance today can only be described as perfect. Anyone who is your teacher will be proud of you.”

Qiu Zaixing said this to Ding Ning solemnly, and then bowed to the courtyard where Xue Wangxu was.

He was a practitioner who came out of the Lingxu Sword Sect in Yuanwu three years ago. Both his identity and qualifications are seniors to Ding Ning, so he would comment on Ding Ning in the first sentence, and then, It is to express the most sincere respect to Baiyangdong and Xue Wangxu who can teach such disciples.

“I owe you my life.”

Next, he said to Ding Ning quietly and seriously.

This is his personal gratitude, which stands entirely on his personal standpoint.

“You didn’t owe me.”

Ding Ning calmly watched Qiu Zaixing, and watched several civilian practitioners who had swept into this street. Those cultivators must be stronger than the supervising Tiansi and the gods supervising people, and they have not been close to Qiu Zaixing and this carriage for a while, but from these aspects, he vaguely guessed the identity of the people in the carriage. “Although I don’t know what happened to these people, it is clear that they also want to kill us.” Ding Ning shook his head, and then said: “If there weren’t strong people like you, we would all die here.”

Qiu Zaixing smiled slightly, did not argue with Ding Ning, but said: “Maybe I can try to recommend you to study at the Lingxu Sword Gate.”

Hearing this, both Zhang Yi and Shen Yi were shocked, but Ding Ning shook his head again and said, “I have decided to participate in the Minshan Swordsmanship.”

Qiu Xingxing was stunned, but he laughed again and nodded approvingly: “Cultivation must first be in your mood. Since you think that the Minshan Sword Sect is the first choice, entering the Minshan Sword Sect is the first choice for you in the future. Practice is indeed more beneficial.”

After a pause, he also shook his head, and said, “I am worrying too much. With your performance today, I think the Sword Sect of Minshan will be able to win in the future.”

Ding Ning pondered for a moment, looked at the figures of the flowing practitioners around, and whispered softly: “If you really want to help me, don’t let many details of today’s battle go out.”

Qiu Zaixing was not surprised.

He didn’t expect Ding Ning to have many deeper thoughts. He just thought about Ding Ning’s method of condensing the sword into a sword. It was indeed amazing. He just went straight, and compared with Feijian, there were a lot of changes. If you face those real strong players, This method is known in advance and it is indeed extremely unfavorable in the match.

“I understand.” Qiu Zaixing nodded seriously, and said: “I will do my best.”

While Qiu Zaixing and Ding Ning were talking softly, the two teenagers in the carriage were also talking softly.

These two teenagers are Fusu and Meng Qihai, one is the prince of Qin who will become a prince next year, and the other is the eldest son of Menghou Mansion.

No matter which of these two died, the entire dynasty would make waves, not to mention that both of them were assassinated here.

At this time, Fusu’s complexion was a little pale, and his breath was a little unstable, but his eyes were filled with admiration and excitement.

Meng Qihai’s forehead was slightly wet, covered in cold sweat, and his face was slightly paler than Fusu.

“Qihai…what do you think of Ding Ning now?” Fusu smiled gently, looking at Meng Qihai, who was still lingering.

Meng Qihai took a deep breath and whispered softly, “I didn’t expect it to be so strong.”

Fusu smiled and said: “Then you still feel unconvinced, do you still think his pretentious posture is annoying?”

“I can’t match the two of his performances today. I have naturally taken it.” Meng Qihai lowered his head in shame, but immediately raised his head and said, “It’s better to go out and thank you.”

Fusu shook his head gently, and said, “It’s better to have another day.”

Meng Qihai didn’t understand, and asked, “Why?”

“Going out now, there are so many people, it’s a bit of trouble after all.” Fusu looked at him and said softly: “And after all, we and him are too different in identity. I don’t want to make them feel that we are too high at the beginning of the relationship.”

Meng Qihai heard the deeper meaning in Fusu’s words, and his eyes lit up: “You mean, we hide our identity and associate with them?”

Fusu sighed lightly, frowning rarely, “I don’t know how this happened today, and I don’t know if this kind of thing will change the minds of the mother and father, but even if they I’m still allowed to participate in the Minshan Sword Meeting, and even if I don’t want to… my whereabouts and identity must be hidden even more.”

…

Ye Ce Leng, dressed in white, sat in the carriage and waited.

Logically speaking, she is the practitioner who should appear above the seven realms near Wutongluo.

However, not far from the carriage where she was at this time, layers of canopies overlapped, endless, but it was a fish market.

The fish market is already open, but today it is quieter and quieter than the few days in the New Year.

Many shop doors are still open, but not only people, but even ghosts seem to have disappeared a lot, and the originally crowded and narrow dirt road seems to have become a little empty.

A man wearing a white fox fur coat with a handsome face like the tender brother of a rich man wandered through the lanes of the fish market.

In the distance centered on him, there seemed to be countless whispers that sounded like ghosts, but as he moved forward, these voices disappeared in fear.

He didn’t go too deep, just walked more than a hundred steps. He seemed to be tired of seeing almost the same scenery, stopped, and said with a slight irony: “I don’t know whether these heavy rain sheds are used to cover up ghosts or to cover up. The breath of the seven realms, but do you really want me to remove all of these before you are willing to come out?”

“Mr. Bai, you are a real dragon in the river. This is just a small mud pond. I don’t know where it angered Mr. Bai. Mr. Bai did not ride the wind and waves in the river, but he wanted to demolish this small mud pond that could only be accommodated.” An old voice said. Sounded in the darkness.

A rickety old man leaned on a black bamboo stick and slowly walked out of the shadow of a narrow alley.

“This should not be what you asked me, but what I asked you.”

Bai Shanshui looked at the black bamboo stick in the hands of this rickety old man. In his mind, there were already many black bamboos swaying around, and a strong irony appeared on his jade-like face: I have been to Changling more than once, but I have never entered the fish market before. The reason for this is that each has its own way and everyone does not offend the river. However, you have done too much.”

He paused slightly, and looked at the rickety old man indifferently: “Although Fan Zhuo serves as my master, he is my brother. You can kill my brother, but you still rob me of Yunshui. Palace stuff, do you really think I’m dead?”

The rickety old man’s face was slightly stiff, and he said solemnly, “Mr. Bai, you must have misunderstood.”

“Sorry.” Bai Shanshui said, looking at the old man.

The rickety old man was startled, not knowing what he meant.

A character like Bai Shanshui is like a dragon king to pull clouds and rain, it is not trivial, how could he feel wrong because of his words.

“Baoqian.” Bai Shanshui repeated it, then looked at him lightly, and said: “If I have a misunderstanding, it is better for you to tell me that all the cultivation sects in Changling, all the cultivation sites, except the fish market. In addition to the master of Changling, who else in Changling will master the secret technique of the ghost bamboo gate, and who else is a practitioner who knows such a secret technique and has a cultivation base that has broken through the seven realms?”

The rickety old man completely understood what he meant.

“I don’t know who else exists in Changling. In fact, if we know that Changling suddenly has such a practitioner, we will be shocked.” The old man Rickett raised his head and looked at Baishan. Shui said very seriously: “But we don’t know that your brother was killed, let alone that he died in the hands of a seven-level practitioner who practiced the ghost bamboo Yin mysterious technique…this matter is really not us. made.”

Bai Shanshui shook his head and said: “I am here today not to listen to such a weak explanation. If you can tell that there are such practitioners in Changling, I might believe you, but it’s a pity that Changling has nothing else to do. Where there are such practitioners.”

After a pause, he slightly mocked: “Changling has only the old merchants, and they are the rebels of the Guizhumen of the Daqi dynasty.”

The rickety old man suddenly became angry and said sternly: “Bai Shanshui, don’t be too presumptuous, I respect you as a great individual, don’t you really treat me as a fish market and fear you won’t succeed!”

“You are from the Qin, I am from the Wei, originally an enemy, you respect me, and you are afraid of my strength. As for me, the reason why I was destroyed by Wei has nothing to do with your business. If it weren’t for you The business reforms have made your Great Qin power prosper, how can you have the power to destroy the three dynasties? So I don’t like your business as much as you think.”

Bai Shanshui smiled coldly, looked at the old man and shook his head, and said: “You are not my opponent, you are too old… you can’t even take one of my swords.”