Book of Heaven, what Tianchi is Ning Chen doesn't know very well, but the innate pill of Great Xia is a magic medicine that all martial artists in the land of heaven yearn for, and it is said that each one can make a strong man at the peak of the day after tomorrow have a thirty percent chance of entering the innate realm. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

There are only three such anti-heaven things left in Great Xia, and they have not been successfully refined in a hundred years.

It can be said that these three innate pills are the treasures of Great Xia to attract the world's strongest, and the vast majority of the offerings in the palace are willing to bend to the palace for a long time for the sake of this innate pill.

Ning Chen had never had the luxury of expecting it, so there was no disappointment.

"Ahem"

Suddenly, Yue Ling covered her mouth and coughed, and not far away, the old woman's expression changed, and she immediately stepped forward and stuffed a pill into the former's mouth.

"Miss, it's windy outside, let's find a place to stay overnight."

"Hmm" Yue Ling nodded, a sickly pale flashing across her beautiful face.

"What is the disease of the Moon Girl?" Ning Chen asked with a hint of concern on his face.

"The root of the illness that has fallen since childhood, it is not in the way" Yue Ling smiled tiredly and replied.

"Since that's the case, let's rest in this Qifeng Tower" Ning Chen glanced at the pavilion behind him and spoke.

The old woman looked unhappy and was about to speak, but was stopped by Yue Ling raising her hand, and said softly, "Just listen to the son."

After a while, the three of them asked for two rooms in the building, one for Ning Chen, and one for Yue Ling and the old woman.

Back in the room, the old woman finally couldn't help it, and said the dissatisfaction in her heart, "Miss, with your identity, how can you spend the night in this land of fireworks!"

"He can do it, why can't I" Yue Ling asked rhetorically.

"He's a man, besides, how can his identity be compared with Miss" The old woman was unwilling.

"Men, women, huh"

Yue Ling smiled faintly, if she cared about this, she wouldn't have done so many things that the world seemed to be rebellious, as for identity, although this thing was useful, it was also the most annoying.

In this strange place, she didn't want to be bound by these boring things anymore.

"Miss, rest quickly, we have to hurry after dawn," said the old woman.

"Hmm"

Yue Ling nodded, and immediately walked to the bed, lay down with a tired face, covered the quilt and clothes and slept on.

The old woman blew out the lamp and sat quietly on another bed in the middle of the room, pranayama and meditating.

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

"Ding"

In the middle of the night, the bustling streets fell silent, and at this moment, a crisp bell rang in the distance, so clear that it was as if a silver needle had fallen from the ice.

Ning Chen's eyes shrank, looking at the black shadow coming from afar, and his heart was raised.

"Ding"

In the gloomy atmosphere, a ghostly sedan chair came from afar, black and white impermanence opened the way, the bull head and horse face raised their feet, one step and ten feet, extremely weird.

Seeing such a strange phenomenon, Ning Chen suddenly couldn't calm down, and was shocked in his heart, could there really be ghosts and gods in the world?

With a bang, Ning Chen slapped the table with both hands, and flew out of the second floor with a wheelchair.

After landing on the ground, Ning Chen grabbed the black impermanence in front of the ghost sedan chair, but passed through it without hindrance as if passing through a shadow.

"How can this be"

Ning Chen's eyes shrank, his body worked, and the firewood knife swung over, slashing towards the ghost sedan chair.

"Bang"

The firewood knife slashed on the cow's head, and a spark gradually appeared, but the ghost sedan chair was still moving forward as before, and it was ten zhang away in a blink of an eye.

Seeing the ghost sedan chair leaving, Ning Chen turned his sword into a sword, slapped the wheelchair, and his body turned into a silver light.

"A flying feather, a sword in heaven and earth"

As fast as Feihong's sword, he slashed towards the ghost sedan chair, however, the horse face blocked the way, looking back at the moment, hooking the soul, Ning Chen's spirit was suddenly hit hard, and he fell to the ground suddenly, vomiting vermilion.

"Maniac"

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

Ning Chen ignored her, patted the ground with both hands, and his body flew up and fell back on the wheelchair, and then slowly walked towards the building.

After this short encounter, Ning Chen's heart was even more confused, the previous black and white impermanence, the bull head and horse face were obviously not the pretense of a martial artist, if so, wouldn't there really be ghosts and gods.

"Ahem"

Mentally traumatized, Ning Chen coughed violently, his brain ached sharply, and there was an indescribable emptiness in his drowsiness.

"Ning Gongzi, you are too reckless this time"

Yue Ling was also awakened by the movement outside the house, came to Ning Chen's side, stuffed a pill into the latter's mouth, and said reproachfully.

"I have to do it, just to understand the doubts in my happiness"

Ning Chen did not refuse Yue Ling's kindness, and when the pill was entered, a spicy clear stream suddenly turned into a spicy clear stream, and the sharp pain in his brain immediately improved a lot.

"Disturb the girl's rest"

Looking up and seeing the exhaustion on Yue Ling's face, Ning Chen said apologetically.

"Yes"

Yue Ling nodded, Ning Chen did disturb her rest.

Hearing Yue Ling's untactful answer, the corners of Ning Chen's mouth showed a rare trace of embarrassment, the real thing was not the habit that had been hanging on his face before.

After tossing for a long time, the old woman took Yue Ling back to her room to rest, and Ning Chen also returned to her room to meditate and breathe.

At dawn, Ning Chen opened his eyes, pushed open the door, saw Yue Ling and the old woman in front of the door, and knew that the two were here to say goodbye.

"Leaving?"

"Yes"

"There will be a date later"

"There will be a date later"

The two said goodbye, there was no reluctance to part, and there was no sadness of parting.

"I saw that the son used a sword move last night, and now I will leave this sword, which should be a gift of acquaintance"

Yue Ling took an ink-colored sword from the old woman's hand and gave it to Ning Chen, saying.

Ning Chen didn't answer, and said softly, "I already have a firewood knife."

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

Ning Chen didn't refuse again, brushed his hands over the body of the ink sword, and sighed lightly, "Thank you"

"No, I'll see you soon"

As soon as the words fell, Yue Ling turned around and left, walking so freely and freely, without a trace of nostalgia.

The old woman glanced at the ink sword in Ning Chen's hand, her expression changed and changed, and in the end, she didn't say anything, turned around and followed.

The ink sword is unsheathed, the blade is not exposed, it is not a peerless sharp sword, and it is also very heavy in the hand, and it can be used by very people at will.

However, Ning Chen likes it very much, there is no reason, it is simply like it.

The road to the north still has to go, and Ning Chen found a blacksmith shop in the city to build a scabbard, which is also as black as ink, and there is no edge.

The wood knife and the ink sword were placed side by side behind the wheelchair, tied with cow tendons, Ning Chen's face showed a hint of doubt, now, is he considered a confluence of swords.

Note that no one will give him this kind of answer, Ning Chen went on the road, going north from the Falling Moon Stream, knee-high snow, very deep, and it was very difficult to walk.

The wheels of the wheelchair were mostly submerged, and Ning Chen turned the wheels with both hands, one at a time, one at a time, unusually insisting, refusing to stop.

The wheels were covered with snow, and two rows of footprints could be faintly seen on them, perhaps they were also left by pedestrians who were in a hurry, thirty miles of falling moon streams, Ning Chen walked for two days and one night, and finally walked out at sunset the next day.

Leaving the mountain stream, the willows and flowers are bright, and there is no obstacle from the cliffs on both sides, and the field of vision is much wider.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Ning Chen's eyes shrank fiercely, and in front of him, corpses were all over the field, and blood stained red and covered with snow.

The elderly, women and children, and children are no exception.

Ning Chen was rarely angry and angry now, but when he saw this scene, the anger in his heart burned through the Nine Heavens, and his eyes were full of murder.

The wheelchair ran over the blood-stained snow, stained with the blood of the deceased, and also stained with the resentment of the deceased, the more Ning Chen's heart became colder, the colder his eyes became, and the more the green tendons of his hands were revealed.

The stab wounds on the corpses were uneven, and the belongings on the bodies were also looted, apparently not by the warriors, but by robbers.

For more than 1,000 years, the Great Xia Dynasty dealt a very severe blow to the mountain bandits, and even sent a Wuhou to conquer more than 100 years ago, so that the mountain bandits in the territory of Great Xia almost disappeared for a while.

No one thought that in this snowy mountain, there would be such a scene of dehumanization here.

The horse's hoof mark is still there, showing that the mountain bandits have not gone too far, however, the mountain bandits have horses, and Ning Chen not only has no horses, but even his legs are disabled.

Ning Chen is a very stubborn person, he was, and still is, and he has not changed in any way because of his crippled leg.

The wheelchair walked on the snow, leaving a trail of blood, and the farther it went, the lighter the blood stains became.

The mountain bandits want to rest, with such a heavy snow, the horse can't go fast, Ning Chen doesn't rest, no matter how slow he goes, there will be a day when he catches up.

That's it, one day, two days passed, 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, thirteen, there were men and women.

Men are fierce and women are charming.

There was something roasted on the bonfire, and the smell of meat overflowed and wafted far away.

More than a dozen horses were tethered in the forest, not far from the mountain bandits, in Daxia, horses are very valuable goods, and the mountain bandits looked very closely.

Ning Chen's arrival attracted everyone's attention, there was a young man in a wheelchair in this barren mountain and wilderness, no matter how you look at it, it was a strange thing.

The leader of the bandits was a very vigilant person, and he subconsciously sensed that something was wrong.

However, not all of them are people with eyesight, and the charming woman among the mountain bandits got up and twisted her body to Ning Chen's side.

"Little brother, why are you here, your family?"

The woman's arm wrapped around Ning Chen, and her whole body almost pounced.

"Excuse me, did you kill the people before the moon stream?"

Ning Chen didn't break free, but looked up at the charming woman who was close at hand, smiled slightly, and asked.

Seeing the shy smile of the young man in front of her, the woman felt a chill all over her body for some reason, unconsciously let go of her arm, and took half a step back.

"Excuse me, did you kill the people before the moon stream?"

Ning Chen asked again, his voice still shy and calm, without a hint of threat.

"Yes, no, no, not ......"

The woman nodded first, and then felt that something was wrong, and was about to deny it, however, she had no chance, but when she saw an ink light crossing, the last two words were suddenly stuck in her throat, and she couldn't say it anymore.

The ink sword was stained with blood, it was Ning Chen's first time killing people, he didn't feel anything, and he didn't have the disgusting reaction of the legend, it was very strange, as if he had done something insignificant.

When the wheelchair walked by, the woman just fell, the ink sword was not sharp, but Ning Chen's sword was very fast, and the sword sealed the throat, leaving not much pain.

The remaining bandits finally reacted and picked up the knife in their hands to resist.

However, mountain bandits are ordinary people after all, even if they are ruthless and ferocious, they cannot be the opponent of a martial artist of the four grades of martial arts.

The ink sword was ruthlessly waved, and the eleven mountain bandits quickly fell one by one, and the leader of the mountain bandits wanted to escape, but he was pierced through the chest by a speeding wood knife and fell into the snow.

Ning Chen's coldness made people feel cold, and none of the thirteen mountain bandits were alive, along with a charming woman.

Ning Chen never thought of himself as a soft-hearted person, he had said before that what he believed in was that I would not go to hell and let others go to hell.

When he said this, he meant it, not jokingly.

Perhaps, it was right that Twilight Chengxue and Lime were reluctant to teach him martial arts, but he eventually embarked on this path.

The blood on the ink sword was still hot, and Ning Chen wiped the blood off the sword with cold snow, and at the same time colded the sword body.

He knew that he didn't regret it......