In the early morning, the sound of horse hooves sounded in the quiet streets and alleys.

In Changling, it is the most normal thing to walk through the streets and alleys.

However, this sound comes from Moyuan.

Many practitioners who have a very deep mental cultivation skills on weekdays will suddenly raise their heads and look at the source of the sound.

Soon, it was the carriage that appeared in their sight.

The one who drives is still Jingliuli.

Three days ago, she dug out an osmanthus tree from the palace general's osmanthus forest, shattered the carriage with a sword, and transported the osmanthus tree back to Moyuan. Now the carriage has no carriage, so Ding Ning just sat on a carriage without any cover.

However, no one found it ridiculous, but a shocked and uneasy feeling rose in his heart.

Because every time this carriage came out of Moyuan, it would do something that shocked the entire Changling.

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There is a Taoist temple in the north of Changling City, and many tall boxwoods are planted in front of the gate.

There are few people coming to this Taoist temple on weekdays, but as the carriage drove out of the Mo Garden approached, the Taoist temple suddenly fell into the sight of everyone in Changling.

The carriage driven by Jing Liuli stopped at the door of this Taoist temple, and then her brows immediately frowned.

The black painted door of the Taoist temple was hidden, but no one came out to greet him.

The reason why Jing Liuli frowned was not because of her, but because she knew that the Taoist in this Taoist temple should know her identity. In a sense, she represented the Minshan Sword Sect.

Behind the carriage, many carriages and pedestrians followed one after another. The voices around this pure Taoist temple were gradually aroused, but the inside of the Taoist temple was still silent, and even the sound of footsteps was not heard.

Ding Ning sat in the carriage and had not gotten off.

Everyone's eyes fell on him, guessing the purpose of his coming here and what actions he would do next.

Jing Liuli's brows were still frowning, and she also turned her head to look at Ding Ning who was quietly sitting in the car.

She was thinking that this situation seemed to be spoken, but if she spoke, the people in the Taoist temple would still pretend to be dead and no one would pay attention to it, she would not know how to deal with it. Not knowing how to deal with it would be extremely embarrassing for her.

Just as she looked back, Ding Ning raised her head.

He looked at the tall boxwood tree with branches and leaves on his head, reached out to touch it, but picked up a wine bag.

There was really wine in this wine bag. When Ding Ning raised his head and drank it, Jing Liuli smelled the strong aroma of wine. This fragrance made her feel very comfortable and even made her feel a desire to drink this wine. But at this moment, Ding Ning had already spoken: "This boxwood tree should be there when this temple is here, right?"

There seemed to be an invisible magic in his voice, which made Jing Liuli subconsciously look up with his eyes.

The morning sun shone through the gaps between the leaves, making her eyes narrow slightly.

This is indeed a very old and tall boxwood.

Things that are old naturally have a unique beauty.

However, the reason why her eyes narrowed slightly was that she felt Ding Ning's murderous aura.

"Kill this tree."

Ding Ning put down his wine bag, licked the corner of his mouth, smiled, and showed off his white teeth rarely, and then said softly: "If no one has come out yet, cut all these boxwood trees."

Jing Liuli's eyes were slightly brighter.

She learned how to deal with this situation in the future.

She nodded and got out of the car.

A strange light fluorescence began to emit from her body. She stretched out her right hand, as if she wanted to caress the boxwood in front of her, but the moment the light on the edge of her palm touched the boxwood, a faint light appeared on the trunk of the boxwood.

In the next moment, the boxwood tree fell down crookedly like a drunken drunk man, and fell toward a boxwood next to it. The branches and leaves rubbed, making countless sounds that were not loud but particularly heart-wrenching.

Jing Liuli looked at the boxwood that was falling and felt a little regretful, but for some reason, she felt very happy when she smelled the smell of alcohol that came into her nose.

Without stopping at all, she walked straight to a boxwood tree next to everyone's shocked gaze.

"How did these trees mess with you?"

At this moment, a long sigh came from the Taoist temple.

Jing Liuli raised her eyebrows slightly and her steps paused slightly. However, at this moment, Ding Ning's voice came to her ears again: "Cut it."

Jing Liuli's eyes flashed violently, and she reached out and waved it again without hesitation.

The boxwood in front of her fell down with a clatter.

Two boxwood trees suddenly fell in front of the Taoist temple, and the venue suddenly became empty.

The Taoist temple door slammed and was pushed open from inside out. An elderly Taoist priest stood at the door. His face was originally very white, but now it has become even whiter.

"These boxwoods were planted by my master and have been growing for more than three hundred years."

The white-faced Taoist's beard trembled slightly, and he looked at Jing Liuli and Ding Ning: "I don't know what you are going to do!"

Ding Ning glanced at him calmly, her eyes fell to his waist, then shook her head, and said lightly: "You brought a sword...so you should be very clear about what I want to do."

Jing Liuli's brows frowned again. She saw that the white-faced Taoist's sleeves were very wide, so the scabbard on her waist was covered so that only a small piece was exposed outside.

It was a white jade-like sword sheath, very small, so it can be imagined that the sword in it must be very small.

This white-faced old Taoist is naturally the Taoist Qian.

Hearing Ding Ning's plain words, his eyes fell on the two falling boxwood trees. Looking at the scattered leaves all over the ground, his body began to tremble slightly, and he said, "You are too much."

"Don't use such a clumsy method."

Ding Ning smiled slightly mockingly and said, "If you really want to hide, you can close the Taoist temple and hide farther away. When you wait in the empty gate and the sword intent is full, you have long been thinking of killing me for her. You are so old that you should have seen through many things. The two boxwood trees will not make you feel so sad. It makes people feel that I am too forced to take action... Such a clumsy method is really meaningless."

Jing Liuli listened quietly, thinking about the details mentioned in Ding Ning's words, the expression on her face became more and more disdainful. When Ding Ning finished speaking, she snorted in contempt, "Shameless old thing."

Qian Daoren's face was already slightly stiff, but when he heard Jing Liuli's cold snorting, his expression suddenly became extremely ugly.

In just a breath, the trembling of his body stopped completely, and a cold and cold smile appeared from the corner of his mouth.

"You really..." He looked at Ding Ning and said softly, "Do you want to force me to kill you?"

Ding Ning looked at the cold smile on the corner of his mouth and laughed, without responding to his words in a positive way, but just said softly: "You should have a senior brother. Originally, this Taoist temple should belong to him... But now this Taoist temple belongs to you, just because the palace maid is your disciple, so I have a reason to kill you just because of this."

Daoren Qian took a deep breath.

He stopped saying anything, but just looked up at Ding Ning and said, "I accept your challenge."

His voice was very loud, and people within a radius of hundreds of feet could hear it.

Jing Liuli turned around and while walking behind Ding Ning, she asked Ding Ning softly: "Are you really going to kill him?"

Ding Ning glanced at her and said, "He has a reason to die. If he wants to kill me, then I will kill him."

Daoren Qian did not hear the conversation between Ding Ning and Jing Liuli, but he could feel Ding Ning's confidence.

"Actually, even if it is not for her reason, it is just your current attitude. I want to try to kill you." He restrained his cold smile and looked at Ding Ning and said seriously: "I have lived in Changling for so long and have seen so many powerful practitioners, but I have never seen a practitioner with such cultivation as you have the confidence to kill a practitioner like me. Just such curiosity is enough for me to give it a try."

"In other words, it is the reason for my disciple that limits my thoughts and makes me hesitate about what impact it will have on her if I lose to you and die in your hands."

After a pause, Qian Daoren continued to look at Ding Ning and said, "As a sword master in Changling, such a temptation itself is hard to refuse... Even if I die at your hands, such a battle will probably be recorded in history books."

"Then I will let you record it in history books."

Ding Ning smiled and said, "Because your cultivation is much better than mine, I will not give in. I will rush to take action...please!"

Ding Ning took action just as the word "please" sounded.

He held the hilt of the Mohua Sword and stabbed forward.

Daoren Qian was not surprised. The flying sword he had cultivated was mainly fast. He predicted that Ding Ning would rush to take action. Even if Ding Ning rush to take action, he didn't think Ding Ning could really seize the opportunity.

When Ding Ning just held the hilt of the Mohua Cancel Sword, there was a trembling sound on his waist, and a small sword hidden in the white jade scabbard had already flew out of the scabbard.

However, at this moment, what made him a little unbelievable was that he felt a sword intent appearing beside him, a sword intent that was completely different from Ding Ning.
Chapter completed!