Chapter 3: Just Because You're Too Beautiful
For a city that doesn't get much rain in the past, it's always annoying when the torrential rains without the slightest preparation bring down the bananas, skew the fence walls, leak the roofs, and wet the goods that can't be transported.
Wutong Lu this street, according to the literal meaning of the meaning of the ragged families have planted a lot of sycamore trees to live in.
In Changling, the broken family is a small stall vendors, go Fang Langzhong, do not have their own house tenants and maids and even the idlers of the collective term, such people's settlement, the environment than the ordinary streets and lanes naturally more difficult for people to give rise to a sense of elegance.
In addition to the fallen leaves swept down by the wind and rain, some foam mixed with vegetable leaves and chicken droppings floated in the puddles on the uneven green stone pavement of the street.
Ding Ning, whose feet were already completely wet and whose body was covered in mud and dust, seemed to be in a bit of a hurry as well, but the Thousand Workers yellow tarpaulin umbrella in his hand was much better than the usual umbrellas on the market, and just as much heavier. This placed a considerable burden on him, and he had to switch his hands from time to time between the umbrella and the oil bottle, and also had to prevent the umbrella from being blown aside by the wind and rain, so his footsteps couldn't get any faster.
In front of the street stores are all hidden in the rainstorm and the dark shadow of the sycamore trees, can only vaguely see a wordless green wine flag in the inside of the helpless fluttering.
Below the green wine flag is a small wine store, the layout and furnishings and ordinary home-brewed wine store is not any difference, when the street in the hall set up a few crude square table, in addition to the counter wine cans, is placed in the peanuts, pickles, and other small dishes such as wine coarse porcelain jar, the inside of the first into the place is used for wine brewing and the house of the winemaker to live in.
Walking to the rainy eaves of the wine store, Ding Ning finally breathed a sigh of relief, put away his heavy umbrella, shook off his arms which were already a bit sore, and casually scraped the sludge on the soles and uppers of his shoes on the doorway, and then walked in.
The liquor store was empty, without a single drinker.
It's not that the business on weekdays is cold, just look at the corner of the table and chair that is rounded and shiny by the sleeves, you know that these tables and chairs are usually rubbed how many times a day.
It's just that the rich and elegant drinkers may not be in the mood to travel in this kind of weather, while those who don't need elegance may be busy coping with their leaky roofs in the sudden rainstorm at the moment.
"Couldn't you have rubbed the mud off your shoes outside on the stone steps and had to rub them on the doorway?" A clearly displeased woman's chorus rang out from the inner courtyard, like a cool autumn wind that rolled across the empty tables and chairs.
Ding Ning smiled with disinterest, "You don't want to do business properly anyway, even the original dozen or so basic brewing processes, you will casually subtract a few, still afraid of more mud on the doorway?"
The courtyard was silent for a few seconds, then there was the sound of soft footsteps, and the cloth curtain separating it from the inner courtyard was lifted.
"If I had known that there would be so many idlers coming to open a wine store in such a place, I would never have listened to your idea." The cold voice of the woman who lifted the cloth curtain contained thick anger: "Not to mention whether or not there's sludge at the door, it's a matter of personal feelings and has nothing to do with business."
Ding Ning thought for a moment and said seriously, "The part about personal feelings, I can apologize for, but what does too much business and too many idlers have to do with me, just because you look too beautiful. Besides, opening a liquor store is more secure than trying to inhabit the flowery streets and alleys to ask for information in the first place. When have you ever heard of a good woman with a decent life wanting to take the initiative to join a flower house? Either they're natural born sluts, but sluts and sluts sell their art and not their bodies, such an unusual... do you think the people of the Supervisory Heavenly Division and the Divine Metropolis Supervisors are all fools?"
The woman didn't say anything more because she knew that every word Ding Ning said was the truth.
Including that sentence about her being too beautiful.
The vast majority of women's beauty came from makeup and poise, and most of them had a particularly beautiful part of their body or a unique temperament, and there were even some women whose features didn't look good when viewed separately, but when put together, they were what gave people an extraordinarily pleasing feeling.
However, the woman standing quietly in the cool wine store at this moment was beautiful in every way.
Her features, her appearance, her posture, whether you look at a certain part of her individually, or look at all of her, all of them were extremely beautiful.
Her age is not too young, but what's worse is that she is in between youth and maturity, this is two kinds of charm, even if her eyes contain anger at the moment, her look is a little too cold, just wearing the most ordinary plain hemp clothes, giving people the feeling that it is too beautiful.
That ordinary hemp clothes on her body, are like the world's most beautiful, and the most expensive clothes.
Anyone who saw this woman would believe that the kind of face recorded in the books of the country, full of powder and no color existed.
She stood there in a clear and cold manner, wearing the most ordinary and mundane clothing, but every part of her body seemed to be glowing with light, and was able to stir the strings of the piano that made people's hearts flutter.
Her appearance was unusual, and her conversation with Ding Ning was also unusual.
Because on the Divine Capital Supervisor's docket, her name was called Changsun Shallow Snow, and her status was that of Ding Ning's sister-in-law, yet no sister-in-law would have such a contentious atmosphere with a nephew who was dependent on her.
The wine store was serene for a moment, appearing cool.
Ding Ning's face grew solemn as he began to recall the five Supervisory Heavenly Division Providers who had surrounded Zhao Zhan's small courtyard, and when he thought of the small courtyard that had been reduced to countless fragments in a single instant, his clear eyes began to be suffused with a lot of complicated meanings.
"Zhao Zhan is dead, and Night Ce Leng has returned." He spoke softly.
After a long period of silence, the woman, who had no place for beauty, frowned slightly and asked indifferently, "Night Ce Leng struck alone?"
Ding Ning guessed the woman's mind and said seriously, "It was her alone, it's just that the formation formed by the five Provisioners from the Supervisory Heavenly Division who were present caused Zhao Zhan's Yuan Qi to dump quite a bit of it into the sky, and Night Ce Leng was also injured."
"She was injured?" Changsun Shaxue frowned slightly.
"I can't tell if the injury is light or heavy, but it's definitely injured." Ding Ning looked into her eyes and said, "Night Ce Leng came from the Tianyi Sword Pavilion and majored in the Divine Skill of Leaving Water, and in such torrential rain, 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 not that far from Zhao Zhan."
Changsun Shaxue thought for a moment, "That would be the lower level of the seventh realm."
The tone of her and Ding Ning's conversation at this point had been very calm, as if it were usual casual conversation, however, if those Divine Capital Supervisor officials from earlier had been able to hear it, they would have definitely been shocked to an unimaginable degree.
Although today, in that ugly alley, dozens of cultivators appeared at once, several of the sword masters were even shocked by a venting out of Yuan Qi to the point where their mouths were spewing blood and they could not stand up, looking incomparably miserable, however, on weekdays, any of those sword masters could easily sweep away more than a dozen of those streets in half a column of incense's time.
Only those who possessed talent, chance, and a unique physique could step into the ranks of cultivators.
The word "cultivation" is in itself an unattainable existence for ordinary people, and those who can cultivate above the sixth realm are destined to be able to leave a strong mark in the history books of later generations.
Especially like the head of the night division such fairy-like characters, origin and cultivation method, are not mysterious to the extreme, even if the Supervisor of the Division of heaven's worship may not be clear, however, for these two people, it seems to be not a hidden secret!
If the old man in plain cloth and the elegant young man on the corner tower could hear the conversation at this time, their hearts would definitely be even more shocked.
They were one of the people with the best vision in this city, yet if they were able to hear such a conversation, they would have realized that in terms of cultivation, these two people were even more thorough than they were!
A wind blew into the wine store, messing up Changsun Shaxue's long hair.
This woman, who was beautiful in every way, casually gathered the loose strands of hair and said in a serious and commanding tone, "Go rinse off, then get into bed and wait for me, I'll close the door to the store."
Even Ding Ning was visibly stunned, then bitterly said, "Right now...this is a bit too early, right?"
Changsun Shaxue glanced at him and turned around indifferently, "Perhaps the cold from this rainstorm is a bit too heavy, and my true essence is a bit unstable."
The relaxed look on Ding Ning's face disappeared, and he gruffly said, "This is a very pressing matter."
