The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, Becomes a Disciple of Yue Buqun

Before Huang Ying opened her eyes in confusion, the hand had already slid from her cheek to her neck, pinched her neck and lifted her up.

At the same time, a voice with a hint of laughter sounded.

"Your martial arts are very familiar. Did Ren Yingying teach you? Where is she now? Tell me, otherwise, I will crush your head."

Chapter 317: I never accept threats

Huang Ying opened her eyes upon hearing that, only to see Jiang Ning looking at her with a smile on his face.

Jiang Ning's tone was very light, even with a smile on his face, but it made her feel chilled to the bone.

Huang Ying stared at Jiang Ning blankly.

She did not see any lust in Jiang Ning's eyes, only coldness and murderous intent.

"Let go of my daughter!"

Seeing Jiang Ning pinching Huang Ying's neck, Huang Boliu's eyes were bloodshot. He struggled to get up from the ground and tried to stop him, but his injuries were too severe and he could not stand up.

Jiang Ning just glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, not moved at all. He continued to look at Huang Ying and found that she still didn't speak. The smile on her face faded a little. He slowly exerted force with his palm, tightening the force and lifting her higher.

"Uh……"

Huang Ying's feet left the ground, a trace of pain appeared on her face, and her brain gradually lacked oxygen.

"Let her go! Let her go!!"

Huang Boliu's eyes were bloodshot and he roared at the top of his lungs.

Jiang Ning let go of her hand and Huang Ying fell to the ground.

"Cough...cough..."

Huang Ying lay on the ground and started coughing wildly, with an abnormal color on her face.

"Tell me Ren Yingying's location."

Jiang Ning's calm voice sounded.

"It's useless even if I tell you. You can't kill the Saint."

Huang Boliu's voice was weak.

"You are indeed very skilled in martial arts, but in today's martial arts world, you can't do whatever you want just because you are skilled in martial arts."

Huang Boliu raised his head and looked at Jiang Ning with difficulty: "Do you know why so many people went to Shaanxi to deal with your Huashan Sect last year? Because they were poisoned by the Three Corpses Brain Pill."

"We took the Saint Aunt's Sanshi Brain Pills, and every year we have to rely on the antidote she gives us to suppress the corpse worms in our bodies, otherwise we will surely die."

Huang Boliu said intermittently: "You hunted down the Saint Aunt and almost killed her. If the Saint Aunt died, all of us would die. When the corpse worms attack, we will not recognize our relatives and will be like a demon. If you really kill the Saint Aunt, we will not let you go. We will definitely drag the Huashan Sect to die with you."

"In fact, Saint Aunt didn't ask all of us to go to Shaanxi before. Those thousands of people are just the tip of the iceberg of Saint Aunt. If Saint Aunt dies in your hands, you and Huashan Sect will definitely incur our crazy revenge."

Huang Boliu did not threaten Jiang Ning, he was just stating the consequences of Jiang Ning killing Ren Yingying.

There was no expression on Jiang Ning's face, as if he was not frightened by Huang Bolu's words.

Seeing that Jiang Ning insisted on asking about Ren Yingying's whereabouts, Huang Boliu gritted his teeth. He looked at Huang Ying, who was barely breathing, and fell into an inner struggle.

He was hit by the Sanshi Brain Pill, but Huang Ying was not.

After struggling for a long time, Huang Boliu looked up at Jiang Ning with bloodshot eyes.

"I can tell you, but you have to let my daughter go."

"father."

Seeing this, Huang Ying looked at Huang Boliu.

"I only have this one daughter. You must let her go. Otherwise, I won't tell you."

Huang Boliu spoke in a firm tone.

Jiang Ning looked calm when he heard this.

"You said."

Huang Boliu stared at him intently: "You must promise in person to let my daughter go!"

Jiang Ning laughed.

"I have never been threatened or blackmailed by anyone. You have no right to bargain."

Huang Boliu's face became extremely ugly when he heard Jiang Ning's words.

People are knives and servants, and I am fish and meat.

Jiang Ning is telling him this truth now.

At this time, Huang Bolu was struggling again.

After a long time.

"The Saint did come to my place."

Huang Boliu gritted his teeth and said, "In January of this year, the Saint Lady came to me and asked me to prepare a boat. I don't know where she was going, but I saw that she was heading towards Hangzhou."

January? Hangzhou?

Jiang Ning's eyes moved slightly.

He was still in Huashan at that time.

It's almost May now, and Ren Yingying may no longer be in Hangzhou.

"Where could she be now?"

Jiang Ning asked.

"I do not know."

Huang Boliu shook his head, as if he was afraid that Jiang Ning would think he was lying, and then continued: "We are all subordinates of the Saint Lady. I dare not ask where the Saint Lady is going."

Jiang Ning glanced at Huang Ying and said, "Ren Yingying also knows her martial arts."

The meaning is self-evident.

Huang Boliu smiled bitterly and said, "Ying'er's martial arts were given to me by Saint Auntie, and I taught Ying'er to learn."

A long time ago, he helped Ren Yingying do something, and Ren Yingying rewarded Huang Ying with a martial arts secret book, and nothing else.

Jiang Ning didn't say anything, just looked at him.

The atmosphere in the air is becoming increasingly dangerous.

Huang Boliu had sweat on his forehead: "I really don't know. If I knew, I would definitely tell you."

At this point, Huang Boliu seemed to remember something and said, "I remember now. When the Saint Lady came, she was followed by two people. One of them was Ping Yizhi and the other was her wife. They left with the Saint Lady and came back later."

One finger flat?

Jiang Ning knew this person.

He is known as a famous doctor who kills people and saves one person.

"Where is he now?"

Jiang Ning asked.

Huang Boliu shook his head: "Ping Yizhi left Kaifeng last month and went to Luoyang. You can go to Luoyang to find him. He may know the whereabouts of the Saint Lady."

Luoyang?

Jiang Ning narrowed his eyes.

Seeing Jiang Ning was thinking, Huang Boliu said hurriedly: "I have told you everything I know, let my daughter go!"

Jiang Ning came back to his senses, heard Huang Boliu's words, and looked back at Huang Ying.

Huang Ying still felt a little breathless at this time, and she leaned against the pillar and breathed with difficulty.

Jiang Ning looked at Huang Boliu and asked, "Where is Ping Yizhi in Luoyang?"

Anyway, Jiang Ning will go to Luoyang eventually, so he can go look for him.

"This...I don't know."

Huang Boliu hesitated for a while.

It’s not that he didn’t say it, it’s that he really didn’t know.

Jiang Ning said directly: "Draw their appearance."

Although Jiang Ning knew about Ping Yizhi, he didn't know what he looked like.

Huang Bolu got up with difficulty after hearing this, picked up the brush and paper from under the fallen desk, dipped the brush in ink, laid the paper flat on the ground and began to paint.

Huang Bolu was an excellent painter and he was able to quickly sketch out a person's appearance, making it come alive.

Jiang Ning took a closer look and saw a creature with a very large head, rat-like whiskers, and a very ugly appearance.

After drawing this person's appearance, Huang Boliu began to draw another person's appearance.

This is a woman's appearance.

Huang Boliu put away his pen and looked up at Jiang Ning.

"This is a portrait of Ping Yizhi and his wife."

After saying that, Huang Boliu said again.

"Let my daughter go."

Huang Boliu stared at Jiang Ning closely.

"If you want my daughter, you can let her serve you tea and water, and do anything you want. I just ask you to spare her life."

Jiang Ning looked at the two portraits carefully and memorized them.

After hearing Huang Boliu's words, Jiang Ning did not look back, but swung his sword, and the tip of the sword cut across Huang Ying's neck.

"Uh……"

Huang Ying opened her eyes.

"Yinger!!"