The Sword Dynasty - 336. Chapter 335

Wang Taixu left this 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 wound was healed should be drowsy. However, in this quiet and silent room, he was drowsy. Without the slightest sign of drowsiness, his emotions became more and more anxious.

This is indeed his problem.

He knows that this emotion comes from the real beginning of his revenge, like an arrow shot and there is no room for recovery. This emotion also comes from the fact that he is now waiting for the grandson Qianxue.

After so many years of quietly practicing in Changling Alley and waiting for the time for revenge, Changsun Qianxue was accustomed to only practicing and letting him think about the rest, and he was already used to the wine shop where Changsun Qianxue fell in Wutong. Wait for him. Her coldness also seemed to be the source of his ability to wait calmly and quietly over the years.

With habit, there are weaknesses.

Feeling anxious, no longer calm, it is easier to think of more things, thinking of those who have been dead 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 sadness and anger between his chest and abdomen are constantly burning like wildfire.

The sound of cold and familiar footsteps rang into his ears.

“Who is from the Minshan Sword Sect outside?”

Looking at the grandson Qianxue who opened the door and listening to the words she asked, Ding Ning’s gaze stayed on her picturesque face, and there was no answer for a while.

Changsun Qianxue was a little unhappy, frowning between her eyebrows.

Ding Ning took a deep breath and said, “Shao killed people, I remember telling you that the disciples of the old Sect Master of the Minshan Sword Sect who picked up the mountain would kill most. Except for Baili Suxue, I am afraid that even Tantai Guanjian will die in his hands.”

Changsun Qianxue frowned, recalled for a moment, and said with a cold voice: “Why don’t I remember that you mentioned Shao’s murder to me?”

Ding Ning was suddenly cold all over his body.

He realized that there was indeed a big problem with his state today, and unexpectedly said a very serious mistake.

It’s just that the grandson Qianxue was also a little irritable today. She didn’t make too many associations, she didn’t get entangled with this question, but her expression became even colder. She said, “Baishanshui came to Wutongluo to find me that night.”

Ding Ning’s body was even colder. He raised his head with difficulty, looked at the grandson Qianxue, and said: “Wang Taixu told me that people from Jiantiansi often appeared around Wutongluo these days. I didn’t understand the reason before. When I think about it, it must be Baishanshui that passed by Wutongluo that night… and Wutongluo doesn’t seem to have any object worthy of Baishanshui’s attention besides me, so Jian Tianji will definitely investigate the relationship between Baishanshui and us.”

A layer of frost slowly formed on Qianxue’s face, “Ye Ce Leng will definitely think of Fan Zhuo’s death, so…she should soon be aware of my true identity?”

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

Changsun Qianxue was silent for a moment, and said, “I will not leave Changling.”

Ding Ning’s face suddenly turned blood red, but because of his emotions, he opened his mouth but couldn’t speak, accompanied by a violent cough.

“Leave Changling, and then continue to flee?” Changsun Qianxue’s face returned to calm, and said coldly: “I want to take a gamble.”

Ding Ning finally panted a little, and said angrily: “How do you bet?”

“Everyone wants to see Ye Ce Leng’s true attitude.” Changsun Qianxue said coldly: “Everyone wants to know whether Ye Ce Leng is Emperor Yuan Wu or the one who always wants to teach her swordsmanship.”

“What then? In case she belongs to Emperor Yuanwu, would you just wait to be besieged and killed by the army like Baishanshui? Not everyone has the same luck as Baishanshui, not everyone has a master swordsman like that Die for her!” Ding Ning was so angry that he almost roared.

“This is my business. If you feel hopeless, then leave Changling by yourself.”

Changsun Qianxue gave Ding Ning a cold look, and said with a slight sarcasm: “Don’t you always want to figure out who Ye Celen wants to?”

Ding Ning was speechless.

He knew that the things she decided could not be changed.

“This is your thing.”

Changsun Qianxue took out a patina secret box from his sleeve and handed it to Ding Ning.

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

“You rushed back to Changling in such a hurry, you didn’t want to talk when you saw me?” Changsun Qianxue looked at Ding Ning, who was rarely so depressed, and said coldly: “If you don’t want to leave Changling just now, you want to stay and gamble with me. Bet, then at least tell me what to do next.”

Ding Ning took a deep breath and slowly said, “Since Jian Tiansi has already noticed, if you are unwilling to leave Changling, you can only wait here for the results…and, help me heal.”

Changsun Qianxue glanced at Ding Ning, and said no more, and signaled Ding Ning to step aside, then she put the silk tent together and walked down beside Ding Ning.

Like many cold female cultivators, she actually has serious hygiene. Today, Ding Ning’s body is not clean, and various plasters are even faintly stained on the bed through the gauze. However, she did not say anything this time. But when he lay down, his tightly pressed lips trembled slightly.

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

He let the grandson Qianxue wait, but he himself must be able to go out and make some preparations.

Countless small voices sounded in his body.

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

A burst of scorching vitality ran wildly in his meridians, and the scorching heat made the meridians in him seem to burn, but every time his meridians seemed to burn, Changsun Qianxue felt The icy breath that came out always suppressed it, and then the two blended together perfectly.

These vitality circulated in his body according to the training route of the Minshan Jianzong. The damage in his body was like a dry land suffering from rain, and it was repaired at an unimaginable speed for ordinary practitioners.

The first step for his revenge has always been since he entered the Minshan Sword Sect, because the true essence practice of the Minshan Sword Sect and the nine dead silkworms he cultivated have surprisingly complementary effects. At this moment, the addition of Wang Yubi, plus With the assistance of Changsun Qianxue’s double cultivation, his healing and cultivation speed has reached a speed that he has never had before, and he can’t even imagine it.

Even he himself didn’t know that the Mohua Sword beside him was soaked in his breath, it automatically lit up as if he sensed an old friend, and the sporadic and beautiful white flowers continued to bloom on the sword.

…

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

The sunny summer days were driven away by thick rain clouds, and a torrential rain poured down before many people could prepare for it in the future.

The rain is falling like a curtain, Ye Ce Leng is bare-footed, sitting on a low back bamboo chair with her knees like an innocent girl, she looks at the dark sky and the electric flashes in the distance. Thunder, looking at the direction of Mo Yuan.

The coldness that came out of Changsun Qianxue’s body only wrapped around a few feet of space around her body, and she couldn’t even perceive Shao Murder in a carriage outside the gate of Moyuan. However, she seemed to feel the coldness from the depths of Moyuan. There was obviously a strange blush on her face, but her body kept trembling like a chill.

No one can know the real thoughts in her mind.

Over the years, even the Chief Minister Chen who was the closest to her, and even the old servant who had been following her, could not understand what she was really thinking in her heart.

She is just in the endless scenery of Changling, and she is living very hard.

In the torrential rain last year, she was ordered to come back from overseas. The people from Zhao Jianlu who never entered Changling actually entered Changling, making her feel that the white wall and black tiles of Changling had begun to have something unspeakable. Change.

Now proves her hunch is right.

In the rainstorm last year, the change began. What kind of changes will happen in the rainstorm this year?

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

Ye Ce looked up suddenly coldly.

A bright light appeared in the rain curtain ahead, and the falling raindrops suddenly stagnated, as if all of them were about to fly out sideways, toward the person who opened the door.

However, at this moment, with her frowning, these raindrops fell to the ground again as they got rid of the shackles.

Someone pushed in and closed the door.

This is a tall woman wearing a cyan cloth.

The cyan clothes on her body appeared to be too generous, and they clung to her body wet, but what made her most embarrassed was her messy, tangled hair.

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

She looked like an ordinary traveler who had been in the rain for a long time, without any strong breath.

However, Ye Ce Leng knew exactly who she was, and knew that she was able to attract her own attention when she pushed the door, not only because of her trance, but also because the other party could blend in with the rain.

Ye Ce Leng stood up, with a wrinkled face, and sneered: “This rain is falling suddenly, and it will stop when you say it, Baishanshui, are you really wanting to die or have too much water in your mind, dare you come to me to find me? ?”