Chapter 12: Sweet and sour fruit, blood between the lips

Ding Ning looked at the unspeakable eyes of Song Shenshu and said softly: "It is a matter of righteousness to pay back debts. There is nothing to be dissatisfied with."
Because he knew he had enough time, he didn't rush to leave the awning boat and began to search for every pocket in the Songs of God.
In the pocket inside the sleeve, he found a few things.
A note full of handwriting, a money bag, a Dan bottle and two copper letters.
Ding Ning opened the notes and looked at all the above is the speculations of Song Shenshu on the cultivation of Chiyang Shenque and some subsequent speculations. He couldn't help but shook his head and stuffed it into his sleeve.
The money bag is very light, but after opening, Ding Ning saw that there were a few large Qin mica knife coins with beautiful luster. This kind of coin is made of a rare mica shell in the deep sea overseas. It is the unique coin of the Daqin Dynasty, and one piece is worth five hundred gold.
Ding Ning did not think too much, and did not care to put it away.
However, at the moment when the red-brown rough porcelain bottle was opened, he was obviously surprised.
At the bottom of the Dan bottle, lying alone with a white pill, it is like a dead fish eye.
"Is it ready to use it? I don't think you have prepared this condensed Yuan Dan. Thank you for your real yuan. Thank you for this condensate Yuan Dan."
Ding Ning really said this sentence to the unspeakable Song Shenshu. He thought about it seriously and determined that he did not need the two passages of the Shiku, and he again referred to the sword at the bottom of the cabin. Stabbed.
A hole appeared on the board, and the muddy mud quickly poured in from the hole and entered the cabin.
Ding Ning bowed his body and quit the awning. His feet were lightly touched, and he fell halfway on one side, half of which was submerged, and half of the wooden road on the water.
This is the route he chose after several years of observation, so no one at this moment noticed that the body of a Daqin practitioner was in the shadow behind him, with a slow-moving boat. Sink into the bottom.
After passing through several riverside piers in a row, there was a sound around them, which gradually became more and more lively.
Ding Ning walked into the dark alleys along the river, but his breathing became a little rush, and a rouge-like red color gradually appeared in his tight lips.
Feeling the strong bloodyness between the lips and teeth, Ding Ning's face was still calm to the extreme. He took out a copper coin and bought a bunch of candied fruit from the hawker who walked to the front.
He draped his head slightly and chewed the sweet and sour fruit. The crumbs of red rock sugar mixed with the blood between his lips and teeth could no longer be seen.
I thought that with the Song of the Song of the Umbrella in the lonely sinking water, I thought of the rough porcelain bottle lying in my sleeve. The effort spent in these years was not in vain, and I got some super He was a little happy with the return of his value.
However, when I think of more things, I think that some people will be more desolate than Song Shenshu, and his nose will not be sour.
He now wants to go back to the old woman's squatting house and eat a hot cake, but he knows he still has something to do.
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The awning boat in the shadow has completely disappeared into the water, only a series of bubbles, with some of the agitated mud constantly floating up the water.
A tub floats above the bubbles.
Inside the tub, a 40-year-old man with a shawl was sitting. The fisherman dressed up. After seeing these unusual bubbles, the man’s face was cold. He squinted and looked down to make sure there were no surroundings. After the rest of the people, he drank the water with one hand and let the tub float to the side of an abandoned stake. Then he easily pulled the stake that was nailed to the mud at the bottom of the river.
The stakes were heavy, and even though most of them were still dragged into the water by him, the tub under him was still unable to carry this extra weight, and the upper edge was almost flush with the water.
He did not care, holding the stake back to the top of the bubble, and then forced the pile down.
Hearing the abnormal sound from the bottom, he identified the problem and loosened the hand holding the stake. At the next moment, the tub flew out at an alarming speed, dragging an amazing water on the intricate dark water. Water waves.
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Ding Ning finished all the candied haws and swallowed the last trace of blood.
He has been walking non-stop, without repeating the place, but if someone has a complete map of the ghost city, he will find that he is passing straight through an area, and then in the next half of the incense time, In fact, it has been circled around a place.
There is a dock there.
The sound of "砰" sounded softly.
A slight rubbing of the decaying stakes on the edge of the tub and the pier.
Ding Ning heard the sound from the water on the side of the street. He quietly accelerated some steps and walked through a shop that was hitting the iron. He saw that he came up from the hidden pier. The man in the hair.
He silently followed the man who was wearing a hair.
This is his plan for two birds with one stone.
Everyone knows that the underground kingdom in this darkness must have a strong master, but for many years, who is the master, and what kind of big man is standing behind it, very few people know.
Song Shenshu will come here almost every month. Even if he can get through the eyes and ears of outsiders, the people inside will definitely know his true identity.
An official of a dynasty, a cultivator who stabbed here, will certainly cause a small shock.
The trader who discovered that Song Shenshu did not take the fire turtle on time, will soon find out that Song Shenshu had an accident, and he would understand that such an accident is likely to cause a lot of inventory and cause a disaster.
So he will definitely use the fastest speed to tell the controller here.
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The fisherman dressed in a fisherman's mood was extremely dignified. He hurriedly hugged his head and did not think that someone behind him was far behind, and Ding Ning seemed to have a strange ability. His figure would never appear in this man. Will be alert and alert.
The man in the rushed into a shop.
Ding Ning did not even approach the shop.
In these years, he was not familiar with the secrets of some houses, and he was familiar with every corner of the fish market.
He knows that there are several courtyards behind the shop and there are three exits that can be accessed.
So he just went uphill and headed for a junction where he could see two of the exits of the area.
Suddenly, his brows were undetectable.
Three figures appeared in the corner of his eyes.
The road that the three figures walked out was extraordinarily muddy, and even the unique squeak of the soles in the mud was heard.
The muddy road is one of the exits that extend to the area of ​​the pawnshop.
There are a lot of people around Ding Ning's place at the moment, so he just turned around very often and looked at it inadvertently.
Just a glance, his eyelids are not noticeably shrunk.
It was a sly old man with a black bamboo stick, a short, handsome young man, a young man dressed as a foreigner.
The old man holding the black bamboo stick walked in the front, then turned around at that crossing and walked back.
The young man and the young man with thick eyebrows continued to move forward, and they walked through a lane below Ding Ning. Their figures were looming in the gap of the canopy.
Ding Ning did not go to see the old man or the two young people. He took a deep breath and a bitter smile appeared in his mouth.
No matter who is old and even waisted, it seems that the old man will fall down at any time, or the two young people, there is no breath of any practitioner.
Even the practitioners above the five borders, passing them by, I am afraid that they are not aware that they are practitioners.
However, Ding Ning can be sure that all three are powerful practitioners.
Because he knows the old man with a black bamboo stick.
As for the other two people he has never seen before, and he is not sure which sect of the sect is, but he feels that the old man respects the two.
The old man will only have this respect for powerful practitioners.
Being able to control the body's five gas to the point where he can't clearly feel the spirit of the practitioner, the two young people's cultivation is a real horror.
At this moment, letting Ding Ning a slight glimpse is that he feels a hegemonic and dry atmosphere.
Following this breath, he saw a butter paper umbrella.
It seems that even the sporadic drops of water don't want to be drenched on the body. The thin man with a buttered paper umbrella holds the umbrella in it.
The umbrella surface covered his face, only to see that each of his knuckles is very large, and they are extraordinarily powerful.
This is obviously a practitioner.
Ding Ning is more sophisticated than most practitioners, so through the overbearing and dry atmosphere, he easily judged the origin of this person.
Looking at the route of this person, Ding Ning knows that the wilderness of Changling will definitely have the body of a practitioner.