For a city where rains were not much in the past, the rainstorm that had not been prepared at all fell, crooked the fences, leaked the roofs, and the goods that were wet enough to transport were always annoying.

The streets and alleys of Wutong fall into this literal meaning is that there are many dilapidated places where sycamore trees are planted.

In Changling, the dilapidated house is a small stall vendor and a doctor who travels to the countryside. There is no general term for tenants who help or even idle people with their own land and houses. The environment of such a place where people live is naturally more difficult to feel elegant than ordinary streets and alleys.

In addition to the fallen leaves swept by the wind and rain, there are some foam mixed with vegetable leaves and chicken manure floating in the puddles on the bluestone pavement on the street.

Ding Ning, whose feet were soaked, seemed a little anxious, but the Qiangong butter cloth umbrella in his hand was much better and heavier than the ordinary umbrellas on the market. This put a lot of burden on him. He often had to change his hands to hold umbrellas and lift the oil bottle, and to prevent the umbrella from being blown aside by the wind and rain, so he couldn't get up any faster.

The street shops in front of them are all hidden in the dark shadows of the heavy rain and the sycamore trees. Only a blue wine flag with no words can be seen floating helplessly inside.

Below the blue wine flag is a small wine shop, and the layout is no different from the ordinary home-brewed wine shop. There are several crude square tables in the hall on the street. In addition to the wine jar, there are coarse porcelain jars for peanuts, pickles and other side dishes on the counter. As soon as you enter, there are places where the wine shop uses to make wine and the house where you live.

After walking to the rain eaves of the wine shop, Ding Ning finally breathed a sigh of relief. He put away his heavy umbrella, shook his already sore arms, and casually scraped the sludge on the soles and uppers of the shoe on the door ridge, and walked in.

The wine shop was empty and there was no one drinking man.

It’s not that the business is cold on weekdays. Just looking at the corners of tables and chairs that are rounded and shiny by the sleeves, you can know how many times these tables and chairs will be rubbed in a day.

But rich and elegant drinkers may not be as happy as traveling in this kind of weather, while those who do not need elegance may be busy dealing with their leaking roof in a sudden heavy rain.

"You can't rub off the shoe mud on the stone steps outside, and you have to rub against the door?" A woman who was obviously unhappy shouted out from the inner courtyard, like a cold autumn wind that swept across the empty tables and chairs.

Ding Ning smiled indifferently, "Anyway, you don't want to do business well. Even if you subtract a few of the original dozen basic brewing processes, you will do it casually, and are you afraid of more mud on the door?"

The courtyard was silent for several seconds, and then a gentle footsteps sounded, and the curtain separated from the inner courtyard was lifted.

"If I had known that there would be so many idle people to open a wine shop in such a place, I would never have listened to your ideas." The cold voice of the woman who lifted the curtain contained a strong anger: "What's more, whether there is sludge at the door is related to personal feelings and has nothing to do with business."

Ding Ning thought about it and said seriously: "I can apologize for the part about personal feelings, but the business is too good and there are too many idle people. What does it have to do with me? It's just because you are too beautiful. Besides, it's always safer to open a wine shop than if you wanted to live in Huajie and Liuxiang at the beginning to ask for news. When did you hear that a good woman from a good family who is still alive and wants to take the initiative to join the Hualou Building? Either she is born a slut, but she is a slut, but she is not a slut, and she is not a slut, so it's unusual... Are you all fools in the slut and the Shendujian? "

The woman didn't say anything more because she knew that everything Ding Ning said was true.

Including the saying that she is so beautiful.

The beauty of most women comes from makeup and charm. Most of them have particularly beautiful parts or unique temperaments. Some women's facial features are not good-looking separately, but together, they give people a particularly pleasing feeling.

But at this moment, the woman standing quietly in the cold wine shop was beautiful.

Her facial features, appearance, posture, demeanor, are extremely beautiful whether you look at a certain part or all of them.

She is not too young, but what's even more terrifying is that she is just between immature and maturity. These are both charms. Even if there is anger in her eyes at this moment, her expression is a bit too cold, but she is wearing the most ordinary plain linen clothes, which gives people the feeling that they are too beautiful.

The ordinary clothes worn on her looked like the most beautiful and most expensive clothes in the world.

Anyone who sees this woman will believe that the beautiful face of the beautiful and beautiful face recorded in the book exists.

She stood there coldly, wearing the most ordinary clothes, but every part of her body seemed to be glowing, and could stir up the distracting strings.

Her face is very unusual, and the conversations she and Ding Ning are also unusual.

Because on the preparatory volume of Shendujian, her name is Changsun Qianxue, and her identity is Ding Ning's aunt. However, no aunt would have such an atmosphere of competing with her nephew who depended on each other.

The wine shop was quiet for a while and looked cold.

Ding Ning's face gradually became sobbing. He began to recall the five priests who surrounded Zhao Zhan's courtyard. When he thought of the courtyard that turned into countless fragments in an instant, many complex meanings began to spread in his clear eyes.

"Zhao Zhan is dead, Ye Ce Leng is back." He said softly.

After a long period of quietness, all the beautiful women frowned slightly and asked coldly: "Ye Celen made a move alone?"

Ding Ning guessed the woman's thoughts and said seriously: "It was her alone, but the formation formed by the five enshrined enshrinements in the Jiantiansi made Zhao Zhan's vitality pour into the sky a lot, and Ye Celeng was also injured."

"She was injured?" Changsun Qianxue frowned slightly.

"I can't tell the severity of the injury, but I'm definitely injured." Ding Ning looked at her eyes and said, "Ye Celeng was born in Tianyi Sword Pavilion and majored in Lishui Divine Arts. In such heavy rainy weather, she is much stronger than usual, so although she killed Zhao Zhan alone, since she was injured, it only means that her cultivation is actually almost the same as Zhao Zhan."

Changsun Qianxue thought for a while, "That's the lowest level of the seventh level."

The tone of conversation between her and Ding Ning at this time was already very calm, just like a casual chat. However, if the officials of the Shendu Supervisory Commission could hear it before, they would definitely be shocked to an unimaginable extent.

Although dozens of practitioners appeared in that shabby alley today, several of the sword masters were even scattered by the energy that was released, and they could not stand up and looked extremely desolate. However, on weekdays, any of the sword masters could easily sweep more than ten streets and alleys like this in half an incense stick.

Only those with talent, encounters and unique physique can enter the ranks of practitioners.

For ordinary people, the word "practice" is itself an unattainable existence. Those who can practice to the six realms are destined to leave a strong mark in the history books of later generations.

Especially those who are like gods like Ye Sishou, their background and practice techniques are extremely mysterious. Even the offerings of Jiantiansi may not be clear. However, for these two people, they do not seem to be a secret!

And if the plain old man in plain clothes and elegant young people on the corner tower could hear the conversation at this time, they would definitely be even more shocked.

They are one of the best-sighted people in this city, but if they can hear such a conversation, they will find that these two people can see more thoroughly in their cultivation level than them!

The wind blew into the wine shop, messing up Changsun Qianxue's long hair.

The woman, who was all beautiful, casually closed her scattered hair and said seriously and in an orderly tone: "You go and rinse it, then go to bed and wait for me, I'll close the shop."

Even Ding Ning was obviously stunned, and then he felt bitter: "Now... it's too early, right?"

Changsun Qianxue glanced at him and turned coldly: "Maybe the coldness of this heavy rain is a bit too heavy, and my true energy is a little unstable."
Chapter completed!