A sword cuts open the mountains and rivers and waterfalls.

Snatch the sword.

Press the hat downward and put on a chic posture. If you don’t look back, you will know that the waterfall is cut off by the sword energy and half of the mountain will collapse.

Jing Ning held down the wooden sword and prepared to turn around.

A warm big hand fell on his forehead. Jing Ning, who was dozing like a chicken pecking at rice, suddenly woke up and quickly wiped the saliva from the corners of his lips with his sleeves. The people who came and went in the inn had a bad temper. He was dozing off in broad daylight. If he annoyed any master, he would be in trouble.

Jing Ning raised her head, her eyes were drowsy, and she saw a vague and clear smile.

"Pour me a pot of tea, thank you."

He subconsciously responded, and was ready to stand up in a daze, then his hair exploded and his body was stiff.

I saw the man's face clearly.

Ning Yi asked with a smile: "What's wrong?"

"No... nothing."

The boy tried hard to squeeze out a smile to make himself look very simple. Then he got up and trotted all the way, serving tea and water, and his movements were extremely slick. At the same time, he looked out the window of the inn. It was already noon. He had been busy all morning and had finished most of the work. He quickly took the time to lie on the table and take a nap.

Jing Ning is really too tired.

I rushed back from Wangyue Well last night and was cautious all the way. I came back only at the third hour. I had to hide from my father and slip back to my room. After sleeping for about an hour, I was woken up when the rooster crowed. I first went downstairs to feed the horses in the stable, and then brought tea, water and porridge to make.

The tourists in the inn have a high density of contact. Some people stay in the hotel when they come and leave in dust early the next day. There are few guests who get up at noon and come downstairs to have dinner... And this man and woman have a gentle and gentle demeanor, as if they are not in a hurry at all, and they are not in a hurry, coming to this desolate desert, like a vacation.

Jing Ning muttered in her heart, how could there be such a strange person?

It looks like a pair of fairy couples, without any trace of fireworks on them.

But he could see clearly last night that these two people were terrifyingly high in cultivation. The second leader who went to the mountain to die was instantly killed by the flying sword... I'm afraid that he could only achieve this level of cultivation in his dreams?

My thoughts are trance.

Jing Ning went back and forth, served a plate of neatly cut braised beef, two dishes of side dishes, and a pot of tea, then woke up from the turmoil, squeezed out a simple smile, and prepared to bow and leave.

“What’s the name?”

桌那边忽然开口.

Jing Ning was startled.

He lowered his eyebrows and didn't dare to look at Ning Yi's eyes.

The young man said honestly: "Aning."

Ning Yi raised his eyebrows and said, "Aning?"

The boy whispered softly again: "Jing Ning."

Aning, Jing Ning.

"Don't worry, I'm not a bad person..." Ning Yi nodded softly and smiled: "You and I are quite destined to be. I also have the word "Ning" in my name, but it's just a surname."

"Mr. Ning..." The boy suddenly realized that the other party was not as terrible as he imagined, at least he smiled kindly.

Jing Ning also showed a kind smile.

Then he heard Ning Yi's next sentence.

"Of course, I'm not a good person either."

Jing Ning's smile was a little stiff.

At the bottom of the table, Pei Yatou pinched Ning Yi helplessly.

Ning Yi immediately sat upright, patted Jing Ning's shoulder, which was a little scared, put some broken silver on the table, and said softly: "Don't worry, sit down, leisure

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Let's chat for a while when you're bored."

Jing Ning was a little worried and looked towards the counter.

The boss smiled at Ning Yi. After his eyes touched the broken silver placed on the table, he nodded and waved, and quickly waved his hand to signal Aning to sit down and chat with the rich guest for a while. He quickly packed up the rag and went to another table to work hard to serve tea and water.

Jing Ning's eyes were a little disgusted.

He would not be polite to that humble man, nor to Yinzi.

The young man directly grabbed the broken silver into his waist bag, sat down openly, and asked in a pretentious manner: "What do Mr. Ning want to talk about?"

"Nothing. I'm new to you and I'm not familiar with you. I want to ask what fun places are around you."

Ning Yi spoke with a smile.

"I'm familiar with this. I travel fifteen miles east, there is an oasis and a market. There are many people and lively. Many people come to the inn to make top-notch hotels and stay in the market. Most of them have to go to the market to do some small business, and occasionally there are big caravans." The young man collected the silver liang and sat on the bench honestly, with a sense of guidance on the country. He started to talk. He lived here for more than ten years, knowing every grain of dust, and speaking with some vicissitudes of life. "There is a small town in the north, and there are teahouses and taverns in the city, but it's too far away, about forty miles? And the prices there are expensive, and it's ridiculous. The desert is full of sky, but I know there is a place at the junction of the desert, which is so outrageous. There is a beautiful mountain and waterfall. It is said that there was a sword immortal who had left a stone tablet there before, which was so beautiful."

Ning Yi smiled and didn't say anything. He grabbed the beef with chopsticks and chewed it slowly.

Pei Lingsu wore a white curtain hat. Today, she was not wearing a purple dress, but a white gauze, with a sword standing beside her, leaning gently against the legs of the chair, like a quiet and outspoken fairy.

Jing Ning didn't realize it, talking from the south to the north, and from the east to the west.

Until he finished speaking.

Ning Yi still has that smiling face.

Jing Ning was a little confused and blinked.

"I've finished speaking?" Ning Yi smiled and poured him a cup of tea and slowly pushed it over. "I heard that there is a 'Wangyue Well' around it, which is very famous. Why didn't you say it? Forgot?"

Cold sweat oozed out of Aning's forehead, and his fingers that took the teacup began to tremble.

Ning Yi continued to laugh and said, "And it doesn't seem to be peaceful here. Last night, someone told me that the mountain of death is the largest gang leader here...is that true?"

Aning cried and simply stopped pretending, and said in a weak voice: "Did you all see it?"

Think about it, too.

These two young men and women are obviously powerful characters.

Ning Yi shook his head and said as if nothing had happened: "No, remember, I saw nothing, and you didn't see anything... Walking in the world, you should be strict with your words, otherwise you might get into big trouble."

Jing Ning felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief.

He clenched his sleeves, and at this time he realized that the back of his clothes was completely wet.

"Brother, don't scare the child." Pei Lingsu couldn't help laughing.

With their cultivation level, they knew from the beginning that the boy hiding in the town was hiding from the beginning.

Ning Yi and Pei Yatou have such a strong soul. Where can we accommodate other people who are watching within a radius?

Even his place of residence could be seen clearly. There was nothing in the dilapidated wooden house, only a monument... This poor child rushed to the night road all night and poured incense on his mother's monument.

Ning Yi patted Jing Ning's little head and said lightly: "Don't take those words before to heart. I'll stay here for a few days, will your father open an inn?

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It's easy, and if I get to die, I can pat my butt and leave. This inn will not be able to escape the trouble at that time."

Aning was a little confused, and then immediately understood what Ning Yi meant.

He nodded desperately, like a chicken pecking at the rice, and then smiled foolishly, "Mr. Ning... can I call you Mr. Ning?"

Ning Yi shook his head and looked stern, "No."

Aning was stunned again.

This young man has a very unique temperament, smart and dull, and struggles to survive in the yellow sand of the desert. He has learned to guess people's hearts and be careful, but he has never had any evil thoughts, like a piece of uncensored jade.

Ning Yi rarely "funny" a person like this.

He smiled and said, "Just call me Brother Ning, don't be so disgusted."

"Ningxian...Brother Ning." Jing Ning scratched his head. He took out the broken silver from his arms, counted one by one, and placed it on the table. He said seriously: "You should keep these silvers, you should not receive any rewards without any merit. I would not say what happened last night. As for introducing the surrounding scenery, it is just a trivial matter."

Ning Yi raised his eyebrows and said lightly: "Am I short of money?"

This is said lightly.

In the past decade, when Ning Yi was poor in Xiling, she dreamed of saying such words as rich and generous today.

He saw the reluctance and embarrassment in his eyes when the boy placed the broken silver on the table.

And decisive.

Aning did not move the silver on the table. He straightened his body and asked seriously: "Brother Ning, are you... a practitioner?"

Ning Yi asked with a smile: "What do you think?"

Jing Ning's eyes swept over the sword beside Pei Lingsu and the paper umbrella around Ning Yi's waist.

Tell yourself intuition.

This elder brother Ning is a very powerful practitioner.

In fact, that night, it was not Ning Yi who drew the sword at all, but Pei Yatou in the carriage. It was just the technique of flying swords, killing people at a distance. How could a young man who had never been exposed to the starry-light practice clearly? Even if Aning's eyesight was different from ordinary people, he could only see a series of blood lines shot out from the throat of the second leader of the Death Mountain.

In his opinion... this elder brother Ning is obviously the one who killed people by controlling the sword.
To be continued...