Chapter 38

It's not clear what Tianshu and Tianchi are, Ning Chen. But Daxia's Xiantian pill is the elixir that all martial arts people yearn for. It's said that each one can make a strong man who is the highest after tomorrow have 30% chance to enter the Xiantian realm.

There are only three such things left in Daxia, and they have not been refined successfully for a hundred years.

It can be said that these three congenital dans are the most precious treasures to attract the world's strong people in the summer. Most of the offerings in the palace are for these congenital dans, and they are willing to bow to the palace for many years.

Ning Chen has never been extravagant, so there is no disappointment.

"Keke"

suddenly, Yueling covered her mouth and coughed. Not far away, the old woman's face changed and immediately went forward to put a pill into her mouth.

"Miss, it's windy outside. Let's find a place to stay for a night first"

"eh" Yueling nodded, and a morbid pallor flashed on her beautiful face.

"What's wrong with Miss Yue?" Rather Chen face dew a touch of concern, ask a way.

"Since childhood the root of the disease, not in the way," the spirit of the month tired to smile, replied.

"Since so, rest in this Qifeng building." Ning Chen glanced at the Pavilion behind him and said.

The old woman was not happy and was about to speak, but she was stopped by Yueling and said in a soft voice, "just listen to the young master"

a moment later, the three asked for two rooms in the building, one for ningchen and one for Yueling and the old woman.

Back in the room, the old woman finally couldn't help saying her dissatisfaction, "Miss, in your capacity, how can you spend the night in this fireworks place?"

"He's OK, why can't I?" asked the moon spirit.

"He is a man, and how can his identity compare with that of the young lady?" the old woman was unwilling to say.

"Man, woman, ah"

Yueling smiles faintly. If she cared about these things, she would not do so many things that people seem to be rebellious. As for identity, although it is useful, it is also the most annoying.

In this strange place, she did not want to be bound by these boring things.

"Miss, please have a rest soon. We'll be on our way after daybreak," the old woman advised.

"Well"

Yueling nodded, immediately went to the bedside, lay down with a tired face, covered the quilt and fell asleep.

The old woman blew the light and sat on another bed in the room, meditating.

In another room, Ning Chen sat in a wheelchair, looking out of the window, dazed and silent.

"Ding"

in the deep of night, the busy streets are also silent. At this time, a clear bell rings in the distance, so clear that it seems that a silver needle has fallen from the ice.

Ning Chen's eyes shrink, looking at the black shadow from afar, a heart then raised.

"Ding"

in the gloomy and ghostly atmosphere, a ghost sedan came from afar, black and white impermanent open road, ox head and horse face lift feet, one step ten Zhang, extremely strange.

Seeing such a strange image, Ning Chen can't be calm immediately. He is shocked in his heart. Is it true that there are ghosts and gods in the world?

Bang a, rather Chen hands a clap table, the body with wheelchair from the second floor fly out.

After landing, Ning Chen grabs the black Impermanence in front of the ghost sedan, but passes through the shadow without hindrance.

"How could it be like this"

Ning Chen's eyes shrank, his body turned, and the firewood knife waved and chopped to the ghost sedan chair.

"Bang"

the firewood knife cuts on the ox's head and gradually sparks, but the ghost sedan still moves forward as before, and it is ten feet away in a twinkling of an eye.

Seeing the ghost sedan car leave, Ning Chen turns the sword into a sword. As soon as he pats the wheelchair, his body turns into silver light.

"A feather of Feihong, a sword of heaven and earth"

as soon as Feihong's sword, he cuts to the ghost sedan. However, the horse's face gets in the way. Looking back, Ning Chen's spirit is hit hard and his mouth is red.

"Madman"

I don't know when the old woman appeared beside Ning Chen and said sarcastically.

Ning Chen didn't pay attention to her. She patted the earth with her hands and flew back to the wheelchair. Then she walked slowly towards the building.

After this short encounter, Ning Chen's heart is even more confused. The previous black and white impermanence, ox head and horse face is obviously not the disguise of a warrior. If so, there are ghosts and gods.

"Keke"

his spirit was severely damaged, and Ning Chen coughed violently, with severe pain in his brain, and an unspeakable emptiness in his lethargy.

"Young master Ning, you are too reckless this time"

Yue Ling was also awakened by the movement outside the house, came to Ning Chen, put a pill into his mouth, and reproached him.

"It's a must, just to solve the doubts in my heart"

Ning Chen didn't refuse Yueling's good intentions. He took the pill and turned into a pungent clear stream. The sharp pain in his brain immediately improved a lot.

"Disturbing the girl's rest"

looking up, seeing the fatigue on Yueling's face, Ning Chen apologizes.

"Yes"The month spirit nods, rather Chen really disturb her to rest.

Hear the month work properly not euphemistic answer, rather Chen mouth corner rare peep out a silk embarrassed, true, isn't the habit that used to hang on the face all the time.

After tossing for a long time, the old woman took Yueling back to her room to have a rest. Ningchen also went back to her room to have a rest.

At dawn, Ning Chen opens his eyes and pushes open the door. He sees the moon spirit and the old woman in front of the door and knows that they are coming to say goodbye.

"To go?"

"En"

"see you in the future"

"see you in the future"

when they say goodbye, they are not reluctant to part, nor sad to part. The friendship between a gentleman is as light as water. How can they be spared in parting.

"I saw you used a sword move last night. Now I'll leave this sword as a gift for my acquaintance"

Yueling took a black sword from the old woman and gave it to Ning Chen.

Ning Chen didn't answer and whispered, "I already have a firewood sword"

Yue Ling still put the ink sword in Ning Chen's hand and insisted, "firewood sword is not for fighting after all"

Ning Chen didn't refuse again. She brushed the body of the ink sword with her hands and sighed "thank you"

"no, I'll see you later"

after all, Yue Ling turned around and left, walking so free and easy, without a smile I miss you.

The old woman took a look at the ink sword in Ning Chen's hand. Her look changed again and again. Finally, she didn't say anything and turned to follow.

The ink sword has no scabbard and its edge is not exposed. It's not the most powerful sword in the world. It's also very heavy in the hand. It's very easy for people to use it at will.

However, Ning Chen likes it very much, without any reason, just like it.

The road to the north still has to go. Ning Chen finds a blacksmith's shop in the city to build a scabbard, which is also as dark as ink.

Firewood knife and ink sword and placed in the wheelchair, tied with cattle tendon, Ning Chen face a trace of doubt, now, he is not a sword confluence.

This kind of answer attention will not be given to him, rather Chen on the road, from the fall on the North stream, knee deep snow, very hard to walk.

The wheel of wheelchair is not live most, rather Chen hands turn wheel, once, once, abnormal insist, refuse to stop.

Two rows of footprints could be seen on the snow covered wheels. Maybe they were left by pedestrians who were in a hurry. Thirty miles down the moon stream, Ning Chen walked for two days and one night. The next day at sunset, he finally went out.

Leaving the mountain stream, the willows are dark and the flowers are bright, and there is no obstacle of the cliff on both sides. The vision is much wider.

"Well?"

All of a sudden, Ning Chen eyes mercilessly shrink, in front of me, corpses everywhere, blood dyed red, eyes covered with snow.

Old people, women and children, children are no exception.

Ning Chen is now rarely angry, angry, but see this scene, the heart of anger burned nine days, the eyes of the murderer.

The wheelchair ran over the snow stained with blood, stained with the blood of the dead, and also stained with the resentment of the dead. The colder Ning Chen was, the colder his eyes were, and the colder his hands were.

The wounds on the corpses were uneven, and all the belongings on the corpses were looted. Obviously, it was not the acts of the warriors, but the acts of robbers.

More than a thousand years after the founding of the great Xia Dynasty, the mountain bandits were severely attacked. More than a hundred years ago, a marquis Wu was even sent to fight in person, making the mountain bandits in the great Xia almost disappear.

No one thought that in this snowy day, there is such a scene of devoid of human nature.

The hoof mark still shows that the bandit did not go too far. However, the bandit had a horse, and Ning Chen not only had no horse, but even his legs were disabled.

Ning Chen is a very stubborn person. He used to be, and he is now. He hasn't changed anything because of his disabled leg.

Wheelchair on the snow, leaving a trail of blood, the farther you go, the lighter the blood.

Mountain bandits to rest, so heavy snow, the horse can't walk fast, rather Chen don't rest, walk slowly, eventually catch up with the day.

In this way, one or two days later, Ning Chen caught up with the mountain bandits. Outside a barren forest, the mountain bandits were making a fire outside the forest. There were not many people, including 13 men and women.

Men are tough and women are charming.

There is something roasted on the campfire, and the smell of meat is overflowing, flying far away.

More than ten horses were tied in the forest, not far from the bandits. In the summer, horses were valuable goods, and the bandits watched them closely.

Ning Chen's arrival has aroused people's attention. There is a young man in a wheelchair in this barren mountain. It's a strange thing to look at.

The leader of the mountain bandit was a very alert man. Subconsciously, he felt that something was wrong.

However, not all of them have eyes. The charming woman in the bandits gets up and turns to Ning Chen.

"Little brother, how can you stay here, your family"

the woman's arm was wrapped around Ning Chen, and her whole body almost jumped on her.

"Excuse me, did you kill the people in front of luoyuejian?"

Ning Chen didn't break away, but looked up at the charming woman close at hand, with a smile and asked.

Seeing the shy smile of the young man in front of her, the woman felt cold all over. She unconsciously released her arm and stepped back."Excuse me, did you kill the people in front of luoyuejian?"

Ning Chen asks again, the voice is still shy and calm, without a threat.

"Yes, no, no, no..."

The woman nodded at first, and immediately felt that it was wrong, and she was about to deny it. However, she had no chance, but she saw an ink light passing by, and the last two words were stuck in her throat, and she couldn't speak any more.

Ink Sword Stained with blood is Ning Chen's first time to kill people. There is no feeling, no disgusting reaction in the legend. It's very strange. It seems that Ning Chen has done a trivial thing.

When the wheelchair passed by, the woman just fell down. The ink sword was not sharp, but Ning Chen's sword was quick and closed her throat without much pain.

The rest of the mountain bandits finally reacted and took up the knife in their hands to resist.

However, mountain bandits are ordinary people after all. Even if they are cruel and ferocious, they can't be an opponent of four grades of martial arts.

With the merciless waving of the ink sword, eleven mountain bandits soon fell down one by one. The mountain bandit leader wanted to escape, but a fast wood knife penetrated his chest and fell into the snow.

Ning Chen's coldness makes people feel cold. None of the thirteen bandits is alive, together with a charming woman.

Ning Chen never thinks that he is a soft hearted person. He once said that what he believes in is that I don't go to hell, let others go to hell.

When he said this, he was serious, not joking.

Maybe it's right that Chengxue and Qingling didn't want to teach him martial arts in the past, but he finally took this road.

The blood on the ink sword is still hot. Ning Chen wipes the blood off the sword body with cold snow, and cools the sword body down at the same time.

He knew that he didn't regret

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