The Sword Dynasty - 377. Chapter 376 I'll Challenge You

Listening to these words of Ding Ning, Jing Liuli didn’t say anything, but after another glance at Taoist Qian who fell on the ground, she turned around and said softly to Ding Ning: “Will your attitude towards him be too cold? A little bit. After all, it was killing a 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 might not like the majority of Changling people in the end.” Ding Ning got into the carriage, looked at his injured left hand, and said seriously: “I’m already tired, so I can’t take care of these people’s thoughts.”

Jing Liuli’s brows frowned slightly, thinking about Ding Ning’s practice these days, and thinking about his decision to block the sword with his hand, she lowered her head, said nothing, just started to drive.

…

The maid named Rong stood under the eaves and waited.

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

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

When the carriage left Mo Garden, she knew something must happen today.

On weekdays, she doesn’t really value the Taoist Qian, and some even forget the Taoist Qian. Just like many young people who have been away from home for a long time, when they are very old, they even gradually forget their parents and forget those things. The same as relatives.

But after all, people can’t really have no emotions.

Before being regarded as a disciple by Taoist Qian, she was just an orphan who lived on the street. There were only two kinds of fate in the end. Either she died on the street, or she became a tragic underage prostitute in the brothel.

Taoist Qian gave her not only the grace of teaching, but also the grace of nurturing.

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

When Ding Ning really found the Taoist Qian, all the blessings, guilt and kind thoughts from the past began to fill her body.

She didn’t want Qian Daoren to have an accident.

The cicadas in the courtyard stopped.

Someone is coming.

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

The heart of the maid surnamed Rong suddenly fell, falling somewhere unknown, as if it had fallen into an invisible abyss under her body.

The middle-aged cultivator in yellow robes stood up slowly, and there was some light in his eyes that he didn’t usually have, but the attention of the maid surnamed Rong was not on his body at this time, so he didn’t notice his strangeness at all.

The strange flame in the eyes of the middle-aged cultivator in yellow robes quickly faded, then he bowed his head, and then said, “The carriage has not returned to the ink garden, it is heading for a tea garden.”

When the palace lady surnamed Rong heard the news of Qian Daoren’s death, her body was still stiff. However, when she heard the words of the middle-aged practitioner in Huangpao, she suddenly raised her head in disbelief and cried out in exclamation. Get up: “How could this happen!”

In the eyes of many people who knew the palace lady Rong in Changling, the palace lady Rong was a clay puppet with little emotion, as cold as the empress, and it was even more unimaginable that such a cry of exclamation fell on her.

The middle-aged cultivator in yellow robe lowered his head again, and then said, “The mother told you not to go out of the palace.”

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

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

…

A tea plantation in the suburbs of the south of the city.

When the carriage that Jing Liuli was driving towards the tea plantation, a man wearing a bamboo hat on his head and a black silk shirt was also walking towards the tea plantation from a path.

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

There was no one in the sight of this man.

But he suddenly felt something and stopped.

The moment he stopped, the bamboo hat on top of his head was suddenly split by several sharp tools, split open, and fell to the ground.

Under the bamboo hat, there is a pampered face. The very clean and dark long hair is tied with a white jade ring. The facial features are beautiful. The face of a man who can’t see how old is, it feels like even the eyebrows have been trimmed. It is not only perfect but also very delicate.

“Is it really going to be like this?”

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

The sword body is obviously very hard, but at this moment it slowly flies around his body, but it gives people a particularly agile and soft feeling.

Sometimes this sword is in front of you, sometimes this sword is behind you, but no matter from which angle you look at it, this pure black sword and this man feel like there is no time to strike.

“It doesn’t have to be this way.”

Shao’s murder sounded.

Before his voice sounded, there was no one 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 garden business to end, that doesn’t have to be the case.”

Shao Murder looked at the man and said blankly.

“You are good at killing.” The black-clothed man narrowed his eyes to look at Shao Murder, shook his head, and said, “But you may not be my opponent.”

Shao Murder glanced at him indifferently, and said: “I don’t think about who is whose opponent… I only know that I will either kill or be killed.”

After a pause, Shao Murder looked at the few pieces of bamboo hats at the feet of the man, and a faint mocking and provocative expression appeared at the corners of his mouth: “Xu Fenqin, if you are really confident, your bamboo hat will not break.”

The black-clothed man laughed with a hint of arrogance, looked at him and said, “Maybe I did it on purpose?”

Shao’s murderous gaze sank. He looked at the black sword of the man in black, and said, “You know I don’t like to make jokes, so you can try it.”

The black-clothed man’s smile disappeared and his brows raised, but he didn’t say much anymore, and the black sword was always just swimming, not moving forward.

“In fact, we don’t have much meaning here.”

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

Shao Murder glanced at him and said, “It really doesn’t make sense, because the carriage will enter the tea garden after all, because she alone does not want the carriage to enter the tea garden, but there are many people in Changling who want to let the carriage enter the tea garden. Enter the tea plantation.”

…

The carriage is approaching the tea plantation.

For Jing Liuli, the carriage from Huangyang Taoist Temple to here is a smooth journey without any obstacles.

Like the last time he 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 cottage in the tea garden.

The owner of the tea garden, the quiet middle-aged man Zhang Luyang was carrying water. Seeing Ding Ning and Jing Liuli walking by, he put down his burden and nodded to Ding Ning and Jing Liuli.

Ding Ning nodded in response, and then said: “You lied.”

“Daoren Qian is dead and killed by me.”

“Now I will challenge you.”