As soon as he finished answering the others, someone called him.
Ning Qingze turned around and saw a group of seven or eight people walking towards him.
These seven or eight people gathered together and caused a great sensation in this small martial arts arena. Others stepped back one after another to make way for them.
They walked up to Ning Qingze, and the leader was very handsome and impressive.
However, there is a trace of arrogance hidden between his eyebrows, which makes people feel that he is not easy to get along with.
"Ning Qingtao." Ning Qingze called out the person's name with a calm expression.
For the other people, he only had a clear look in his eyes.
His indifferent attitude made the other people look displeased, but for some reason they kept silent.
"Now we have a good show, Ning Qingze and Ning Qingtao are facing each other again!"
"Well, Ning Qingze is the number one master of our young generation, Ning Qingtao is naturally not convinced."
"Although the other people are all well-known people from the Qing generation, they are all led by Ning Qingtao."
"What are you afraid of? Have they been tortured less by Ning Qingze?"
"..."
The whispers from others revealed the bad relationship between them.
Ning Qingtao sneered, "Don't worry, I'm not here to fight with you today."
Ning Qingze was noncommittal.
Ning Qingtao's eyes flashed and asked him: "The little girl from all over the world wants to choose someone from among us to be her bodyguard, can you swallow this?"
Ning Qingze still said nothing, just glanced at them, turned around and left.
Not far from them, another group of people gathered together to watch.
Seeing Ning Qingze leaving, one of them said to the leading woman: "Sister Qingke, what does Ning Qingtao mean?"
The woman is not very old, but she is tall and has a pair of straight and slender legs. Her long hair is tied high behind her head, giving her a somewhat heroic appearance.
She held the sword with both arms, watched Ning Qingze leave, and sneered: "The Zhili people haven't shown up in Anyang for so long, Ning Qingze almost thinks of himself as a Zhili."
As soon as these words came out, the people standing behind her fell silent.
The branch where Ning Qingze belongs is indeed the strongest among their many branches.
"Sister Qingke, do you want to go to the southwest?" Someone asked bravely.
Ning Qingke remained silent, but there seemed to be sparks burning in her eyes.
The Southwest Realm... is much bigger than the small Anyang Town under Cangmu City.
"Huh! I don't know how to appreciate it." Ning Qingtao's eyes flashed with evil thoughts.
…
Ning Qingyan didn't know what happened on the martial arts field.
However, even if she knew, she wouldn't take it seriously.
She sat in the rocking chair, enjoying the service of Bai Wei and Banxia, and basking in the sun.
Next to her, Ning Qinglin and Ning Qing each occupied a table and were busy writing.
Fuchuan and Zhao Xingmeng stood aside, looking at Ning Qingyan's laziness, their mouths twitching slightly.
It seemed that there was a little bit of curiosity in his heart, and Ukawa took the initiative to talk to someone for the first time.
"Have you really decided?"
Zhao Xingmeng looked sideways into his eyes, pursed his lips and nodded.
Fukawa thought of the conversation he had with Ning Qingyan yesterday after he left, and reminded him again: "Before everything starts, you have room to regret it."
"Why do you regret it?" Zhao Xingmeng asked back.
Fukawa was silent.
Zhao Xingmeng smiled: "Is it just because of his status as a 'demon cultivator'? But I don't think that martial arts can determine whether a person is a human or a demon. It's like evil is never determined by weapons, but by the human heart."
Fukawa was startled. He looked at the third prince Dahao carefully, as if he was meeting him for the first time.
The conversation between the two was very quiet, and even Ning Qing, who was relatively close, did not hear it.
But they didn't know that Ning Qingyan's five senses were stronger than ordinary people, let alone her body after breaking through the first transformation of "Immortal and Demonic Transformation".
Therefore, Ning Qingyan, who heard the conversation between the two, raised an almost undetectable smile on her lips.
‘Oh, so boring.’ Ning Qingyan sighed in her heart.
The clan meeting started in a few days, and she was too lazy to go out for a walk, so she could only bask in the sun here.
I don’t know what’s going on with someone in China?
Suddenly, Ning Qingyan's lazy expression froze, and she realized that she was actually thinking about Zhao Yun!
‘Haha, why would I miss him? I must be thinking about how the food preparations are going.’ Ning Qingyan quickly made an excuse for herself.
…
Zhongdu, Dingwangfu.
Zhao Yun coughed twice and looked at the Minister of Hubu who was kneeling in the hall. "It has been ten days. Tell me, how long do you have to wait?"
"I'm afraid, I'm afraid it will take...a few days." The Minister of Household Affairs lowered his head, not daring to look at Zhao Yun.
"What day, what day is it?" Zhao Yun said slowly.
The Minister of Household Affairs was trembling slightly, and he was extremely frightened.
Before he came, he never thought that such a sick and frail prince would put so much pressure and shock on people.
"It still needs...five days...no, three days!" Halfway through the words, the Minister of Tobe noticed the chill and immediately changed his words.
"Three days? That's too long. I only give you one day."
One day?!
The Minister of Household Affairs raised his head suddenly and wanted to refuse, but he met Zhao Yun's deep eyes.
"...Yes." The Minister of Household Affairs succumbed to the pressure brought by Zhao Yun.
After seeing off the Minister of Household Affairs, Shifang brought a medicine bowl and handed it to Zhao Yun.
Zhao Yun took a look and said, "Let it go."
Shifang followed the instructions and placed the medicine bowl on the table.
Zhao Yun did not drink, but took out the small medicine jar Ning Qingyan gave him, took out a pill and put it into his mouth.
…
Anyang Ning's old house.
When Ning Qingyan was drowsy, she heard someone calling her.
In the haze, she seemed to see Zhao Yun, calling her name with a smile.
‘Zhao Yun? Why are you here?’ Ning Qingyan was startled and woke up from her dream.
However, as she woke up, the picture of Zhao Yun dispersed like water waves, and what appeared in front of her was Banxia's face.
"Master?" Banxia called softly.
Ning Qingyan pinched the bridge of her nose and woke up. "What's the matter?"
"They've written it." Banxia said.
Ning Qingyan put down her hand and took the paper filled with ink from Banxia's hand.
There are two people's handwriting on it, one is elegant and neat, the other is casual and public.
The black characters on a white background are filled with people worthy of attention from the Ning family's Qing generation, as well as the current situation of each branch family.
Ning Qing and Ning Qinglin disappeared again.
Banxia whispered: "They saw that the master was asleep, so they left first."
Ning Qing nodded again, not paying attention.
After reading the paper in her hand at a glance, she murmured a few names: "...Ning Qingze...Ning Qingtao...Ning Qingke..."