Listening to Ding Ning's words, the net glass did not say anything, but after looking at the money man who fell to the ground, at the moment of turning around, she said to Ding Ning softly: "How will your attitude towards him be too cold? A bit. After all, 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 may not eventually like the majority of Changling's likes." Ding Ning took the carriage and looked at his injured left hand and said seriously: "I am already tired, so I can't take care of these people's ideas."
The brows of the net glass slightly picked up, thinking about the practice of Ding Ning in those days, and then thinking about the decision of the hand to stop the sword, she dropped her head, no longer said anything, just started driving. ````Fiction```
The surnamed maid stood waiting for her majesty.
The summer sun shines on the golden roof tiles, which are somewhat glaring.
She knew that Ding Ning went to the Huangyang Taoist Temple.
When the carriage left the ink garden, she knew that something must happen today.
On weekdays, in fact, she does not pay much attention to the money, and even some people forget the money, 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 can't really have no emotions.
Before being accepted as a disciple by the money-doers, she was just an orphan who was on the streets. There were only two kinds of finals in the end. They either fell to the streets or became the tragic prostitutes in the brothel.
The money Taoist has not only the grace of teaching, but also the grace of parenting.
Just like Qian Dao, although he gradually forgot her on weekdays, when he saw Ding Ning, he still wanted to help her kill Ding Ning for the first time.
When Ding Ning really found the money, the former favors, all kinds of jealousy and good thoughts began to fill her body.
She does not want money to cause trouble.
The buzz in the courtyard stopped.
Someone is coming.
A yellow robe middle-aged practitioner appeared at the door of her courtyard and leaned against her: "The money is dead."
The heart of the surnamed palace lady suddenly fell, and fell to somewhere, like falling into an invisible abyss below her body.
The middle-aged practitioner of Huangpao slowly stood up straight, and there were some bright lights in his eyes. However, the attention of the surnamed lady at this time was not on his body, so he did not notice his strangeness.
The glare of the middle-aged practitioner of the yellow robe quickly dissipated, then bowed, and then said: "The carriage did not go back to the ink garden, and was going to a tea plantation."
When the surnamed palace lady heard the death of the money-walker, she was still stiff. However, when she heard the words of the middle-aged practitioner of the yellow robe, she was incredibly angry and looked up and shouted. Get up: "How could this be!"
In the eyes of many people in Changling who know the name of the palace, the surname of the palace is a muddy couple who has not much emotion. It is as cold as the empress of the queen. Such a voice is exclaimed and falls on her. It is even more unimaginable.
The middle-aged practitioner of Huangpao lowered his head a little more and then said: "The maiden makes you not to go out."
The body and face of the surnamed palace lady froze again.
There is no trace of blood on her face, like a snowman piled up in the winter in the palace.
......
Near the southern suburbs, tea gardens.
When the carriage driven by the net glaze went to the tea plantation, a man wearing a bamboo robes and a black silk shirt was walking from a path toward the tea plantation.
He and the tea garden have more than a dozen miles, including a bamboo forest and a small stream. There is a wooden bridge on the creek, which is covered with many green vines. The green vines even grow into the water. It looks very watery.
There is no one in the man’s sight.
But he suddenly felt something and stopped.
At the moment he stopped, the bamboo raft on top of his head was suddenly split by a few sharp tools, cracked open and fell to the ground.
Below the bamboo pole, it is a pampered face. The unusually clean and dark long hair is bundled with a white jade ring. The facial features are clear and beautiful. I don’t see the old man’s face, giving the impression that the eyebrows have been trimmed. Not only gives perfection but also gives people an unusually refined feel.
“Do you really want this?”
The man's delicate eyebrows provoked slightly, and at the moment of speaking, a pure black sword suddenly appeared in front of him.
The blade is obviously very hard, but at this moment, it slowly wraps around his body, but it gives a special agility and soft feeling.
Sometimes the sword is in front of the body, sometimes the sword is behind, but no matter which angle, the pure black sword and the man give an innocent feeling.
"It doesn't have to be like this."
The sound of Shao’s murder sounded.
Before his voice sounded, there was no figure on the wooden bridge that was covered with many green vines, but his figure appeared on the wooden bridge when his voice sounded.
"As long as you stop here and wait for the tea garden to end, you don't have to."
Shao murdered the man and looked at the man with a blank expression.
"You will kill." The black man narrowed his eyes and looked at Shao’s murder. He shook his head and said, "But you may not be my opponent."
Shao murderer looked at him indifferently and said: "I don't think who is the opponent... I only know whether to kill or be killed."
After the pause, Shao murder saw the pieces of bamboo shards under the man's feet, and the corners of his mouth showed a hint of ridicule and provocation: "Xu Zengqin, if you have faith, your bamboo pole will not broken."
The black man smiled with a trace of arrogance and looked at him: "Maybe I was deliberate?"
Shao’s murderer’s eyes sank. He looked at the black man’s black sword with a cold look. “You know I don’t like to make jokes, so you can try.”
The black man’s smile disappeared and his brow provoked, but he stopped talking, and the black sword was always swimming, not moving forward.
"In fact, we don't have much meaning here."
After the count, the black man shook his head and said.
Shao murderer glanced at him and said: "There is no point, because the carriage will eventually enter the tea garden, because she alone does not want the carriage to enter the tea garden, but there are many people in Changling who want to make the carriage. Enter the tea garden."
......
The carriage is close to the tea plantation.
For the net glaze, this carriage is a smooth road from the Huangyang Road, and there is no obstruction.
Like the last tea garden, Ding Ning got out of the chariot outside the tea garden and then walked along the fields to the bamboo raft in the tea garden.
The owner of the tea garden, Zhang Luyang, the quiet middle-aged man, was picking water. When he saw Ding Ning and Jing Liuli coming, he put down the burden and greeted Ding Ning and the net glass dagger.
Ding Ning bowed his first gift and said: "You lied."
"The money man is dead and killed by me."
"Now I am going to challenge you."