"Does he like forgiveness so much?"

Deep in the courtyard of the Xia family, there is a lotus pond. In front of the lotus pond, a man in green clothes stood.

This man in blue clothes obviously has lived in Nanquan Town for a long time, and even spoke with a certain accent of Nanquan Town. However, his clothes were no different from those of Changling people.

To be precise, the clothes and accessories he wore, including the hair-tied cloth belt, were all styles from Changling more than ten years ago.

His face also has the distinctive characteristics of the Changling people. His face is a bit square, his figure is as tall as a sword, his shoulders are wide, and his skin is a bit yellow, unlike the handsome and exquisite people in the middle of Chu. &p⌒↗⌒↗⌒↗,★.≮.≮;

However, the aura on his body was completely different from that of ordinary Changling practitioners.

As he spoke slightly coldly, the vitality of lotus flowers in front of him quietly withered, and some fresh breath turned into a faint blue airflow, and finally turned into a light black cold energy that flowed into his palm.

This kind of practice that quietly devours the vitality of living beings is considered an evil method by many practitioners even in the Great Qi Dynasty.

The most important influence of practicing this kind of exercise is life span.

In other words, if you forcibly plunder too complicated energy into the body, you will easily die earlier than others.

"Since he brought Bashan Sword Field back to the world in this way, since he likes to be public so much, I will see him publicly."

The man in blue-shirt who seemed to lock himself in more than ten years ago slowly turned around and looked at several people from the Xia family who could no longer bear the pressure and said lightly: "Send me to see him."

This sentence is a kind of relief for the people of the Xia family.

A carriage soon arrived in front of the man in blue.

The inside of the carriage is exquisite and gorgeous, but the appearance is shabby.

The man in the green shirt knew why the Xia family did this.

Because Ding Ning arrived in the Nanquan Town in an ordinary carriage, and now when his identity is no longer objection, since he met him, the Xia family dared not even look more arrogant than Ding Ning's carriage.

The Xia family has actually surrendered for a long time and has long been unable to withstand the pressure.

The man in blue didn't care, but when he closed his eyes slightly in the carriage, there was a slight irony on the corner of his mouth.

After going around and around, it seems that the group of people from that time are still trapped in conflict.

In the final analysis, the battle between those people was still continuing.

The next moment, a hint of sadness and anger appeared on his face, but then it quickly disappeared and turned into indifference.

On the road where the carriage wheels were crushed, the green grass quickly withered and yellow, and the energy that turned green first and then turned black was wrapped around the carriage wheels.

The black intention on the wheel of the carriage was initially inconspicuous, and gradually became like countless black vines growing continuously.

Bubbles are constantly emerging in the gutters on both sides of the road.

No matter how cold and calm the face of the man in the carriage was, the natural reaction of these vitality could not conceal his extremely chaotic emotions.

Looking at these amazing appearances, all the practitioners gathered in the towns of Nanquan were enough to determine the strength of the practitioners in the carriage, but they could not guess the identity of this man.

Could this be a practitioner from the Great Qi Dynasty?

How could such a practitioner hide in the Xia family? Why should he stand firmly opposite the Bashan Sword Field?

The most important thing is that the aura he showed seemed to have no intention of surrendering to Ding Ning.

"The resentment is condensed. It is more difficult than I thought, because I owe him what I owe him. You don't have to come out."

When he saw the carriage coming from the Xia family clearly, Ding Ning's face became very heavy. He left the village alone, walked to the outermost bridge, and met the carriage.

The moment when the practitioner driving in the Xia family saw Ding Ning appearing on the bridge, he naturally pulled the horse and wanted to stop the carriage far away.

However, the moment his hands were exerting force, he was already irresistibly shaken from the carriage by a cold force and landed behind the carriage.

A rapid breathing sounded.

The carriage did not slow down and rushed to the bottom of the bridge. Even when many people thought that the carriage was about to hit Ding Ning on the bridge, the carriage stopped.

Ding Ning's expression did not change. He bowed solemnly and bowed to the person in the carriage who had not yet appeared.

People who saw such a picture were silently shocked.

What kind of person is he who deserves to be the first to salute?

"It seems you've guessed who I am."

The man in blue clothes sounded, and he appeared at the front of the car, but he did not get off. Just as Ding Ning looked at Li Jiaoyue before, he looked down at Ding Ning from a high position.

His voice was very calm, but when such a sound rang out, the black gas wrapped around the wheels of the carriage flew out towards the surrounding sky like countless frightened bats.

"You should be the eldest disciple of Lord Shang, Wenguanyue." Ding Ning took a deep breath and replied.

The man in blue did not deny it. He looked at Ding Ning and continued, "You can forgive others, but who will forgive you? You are still alive, but my teacher is dead, and he has no way to forgive you."

After pausing, he continued to say word by word: "I don't forgive you either. Even if you can kill me today, killing people is a reason. If you think there is a reason, you will kill me."

The man's voice was like thunder thunder that kept blew in the minds of everyone around him.

In the past, when Bashan Sword Field promoted reform, the first thing they depended on was merchants.

However, in order to weigh the trade-offs, the merchants became victims. For the practitioners in Changling, they might also know that the merchants had saved an orphan. For the practitioners outside, the merchants were destroyed and no one was left behind.

"It's great that you can live."

Ding Ning looked at Wenguanyue's eyes and said quietly: "I thought you were dead, but I didn't expect you to escape. I learned the news too late. When I came back, I had only time to rescue her."

"Even if she is the only one left, you still keep one person, but do you think it's all your credit? If my junior sister hadn't pretended to be her and led many practitioners to chase her away, if so many of my friends sacrificed their lives and deaths, would you have the time and opportunity to save her?"

Wenguanyue laughed loudly, "Don't forget that you personally asked my teacher to help you, but have you fulfilled your promise to my teacher? I don't owe you and you Bashan Sword Field, only you and Bashan Sword Field owed our merchants. So I will not forgive you."

"Don't tell me that you have tried your best. The end result is that my teacher and my friends will die because of you, but you are still alive."
Chapter completed!