The team was rushing through the night, the wheels creaking, and the deputy leader of the Imperial Guard was temporarily on his behalf. There are only 400 people left in the 500-strong Imperial Guard, and most of the maids and eunuchs who sent their relatives lost more than half. happens so much
thing.
The most difficult thing for everyone to accept is that they still don't know who it is who secretly shot.
Even why the Son of God of the Eternal Night Sect appeared here is difficult to understand.
In the carriage, the sword worshiper closed his eyes to heal his wounds, and beside him, Ning Chen leaned on the carriage, quietly digesting everything that happened today.
Compared with the assassination in the daytime, the impact brought by the appearance of the Son of God tonight was what shocked him the most, allowing him to experience the horror of martial arts powerhouses up close.
The manpower is against the sky, and it seems that it is not just a legend.
"How about it"
Jian Eng opened his eyes, looked at Ning Chen who had been silent, and said.
"Unbelievable," Ning Chen said honestly.
In the past, he underestimated martial arts. Whether he was ignorant, or whether he was watching the sky, he never thought that martial arts could bring him such a great impact.
Jun Shaoqing, the Son of God, is worthy of the name of the Son of God.
Jian Eng nodded. In his opinion, Ning Chen's performance was good enough. When he first came into contact with the real martial arts, his performance was far less calm than the latter.
"He is the Son of God and deserves any praise"
The sword worship said a word, and immediately closed his eyes and continued to run the infuriating healing.
The road of martial arts needs to be walked by himself. He can mention a sentence, but there is no need to say it too clearly.
Ning Chen savoured the old man's words carefully. The meaning of the sword offering was not difficult to understand. The greatest glory of being a son of God was not his identity, but the amazing strength behind it.
In other words, Jun Shaoqing's reputation came out of battle, standing on the bones of countless strong men.
Now, it is normal for him to look up at Jun Shaoqing, because the Son of God has stood too high.
Thinking of this, Ning Chen closed his eyes and began to practice silently. If he wants to stop looking up, he must redouble his hard work from now on, otherwise, he will have to look up at that person for the rest of his life.
The change in his mood made Ning Chen put away his usual casual attitude and concentrate on cultivating the mental methods on the scroll of life.
Since Jun Shaoqing perceives the existence of the scroll of life, he will not stop there. Although this time, he has restrained his breath in time after his breakthrough, but he may not have such good luck next time.
In front of a strong man like Jun Shaoqing, it is impossible for thousands of troops to stop his footsteps. If he really wants to keep the secret of the scroll of life, he must make himself stronger.
Feeling the changes in the young man in front of him, a strange look flashed in Jian Eng's eyes. If Ning Chen was still a piece of jade before, at this moment, the jade has begun to show a beautiful brilliance.
The most crucial factor in the journey of martial arts is talent. But what really matters after embarking on this path is determination and perseverance. When he was young, his talent was not good, but he also got to where he is today by perseverance.
The five high-ranking congenitals in the world do have innate talents far beyond ordinary people, but then again, there are only five congenitals known in the world.
Most martial artists have mediocre talents. Ning Chen didn't know that whether he met Li Ning, Mu Chengxue, or even Xia Miaoyu, he was a rare martial arts genius. At the age of 20, he had already cultivated to the pinnacle of the ninth rank, which was unmatched by other lifetimes. In comparison, he does not
Outstanding qualifications are naturally nothing.
However, although he is far from a genius, in the category of "normal people", he seems very conspicuous.
After all, not everyone can be fortunate enough to receive guidance from more than one peak ninth-rank powerhouse.
Second-rank martial arts, if in the army, is also a master of centurion.
The only downside is that he is really not good at martial arts.
Of course, this was also related to Lime and Mu Chengxue's unwillingness to teach him moves.
If these reasons were removed, Ning Chen could barely be considered a martial artist now.
Under the night sky, the escorting team slowly moved forward. Who would have thought that nearly a thousand people were traveling at night because of only one person.
In a team, there were two peak nine-ranked powerhouses standing at the top of the martial arts, but they still couldn't stop the edge of the Son of God.
The journey continued until noon on the second day, when the team walked out of the wasteland and arrived at a mountainous area, and the temporary deputy leader of the forbidden army ordered to stop and rest.
Xia Miaoyu kept adjusting her breath in the carriage, and no one dared to disturb her. After the battle last night, everyone already knew how powerful this seemingly weak princess was.
The team rested for about half an hour, and the deputy leader in heavy armor had to come up to ask for instructions, because the road ahead is rough, if you hurry now, you may have to camp in the mountains at night.
"Keep going"
In the gorgeous carriage, there was a nice voice, calm but unquestionable.
The deputy leader clasped his fists to lead the order, and immediately walked to the front of the team and ordered to hurry.
After half a day, the sky was getting darker, and the tired team finally got a night's rest. Even in the wilderness, no one cared about it. Xia Miaoyu went back to her tent early in the morning and ordered no one to enter without her permission. Naturally, Ning Chen would not be full to provoke the former. He didn't have the cheapness of being a servant and serving others, as long as Xia Miaoyu didn't summon him, he was eager
Have fun all the way. When setting up the tent, Ning Chen deliberately placed his tent and sword closer, the bonfire was raised, and after simply eating the dry food, most of the imperial guards and eunuchs and maids who had been tired all day returned to the tent to rest, leaving only some of the night watchers. The forbidden army patrols back and forth to
Guard against assassins and beasts.
Jian Zong sat by the bonfire and did not return to the account to rest. The assassination and the Son of God that happened yesterday made him have to pay more attention. Everyone knew that this trip would not be easy, but he did not expect that the people who came would be more difficult to deal with.
After passing this mountain, it was not far from the city where the Duke of Bu Yi was stationed. Before that, he didn't want any accidents to happen again.
The sword worship did not rest, and Ning Chen did not go back to the tent, but stayed by the old man's side, silently cultivating his mind, and only opened his eyes until midnight.
"Senior, can you teach me to practice?"
Ning Chen opened his mouth, very abruptly, the practice in his mouth naturally refers to moves, he has his own mind, and is no worse than anyone else.
The sword worship was silent, neither refusing nor agreeing.
"Princess is better than me"
After a long time, the sword worshiper said hoarsely.
Ning Chen understood the meaning of the old man, Li Ning said that his body was really cold, and Xia Miaoyu's previous moves also made people feel the biting chill. If you give pointers to practice, Xia Miaoyu is indeed the best choice.
"She is a princess"
Ning Chen calmly said one sentence, and did not say anything else.
The old man was silent again, wondering what he was thinking.
Ning Chen was not in a hurry, and waited quietly by the side. Although he had a short cultivation time, he also knew how old-fashioned the concept of martial arts was.
This request is a bit rude. If there is no one around him to ask for, he will not ask the old man.
"One move, you won't fall, I'll teach you one move"
After about ten breaths, the sword worshiper said calmly.
"Thank you"
There was no joy in Ning Chen's eyes, after he solemnly thanked him, he immediately got up.
He knows how strong the old man is, so there is nothing to be happy about.
What the old man gave him was just a chance, a chance to teach him, and a chance to reject him.
After Ning Chen got up, the old man also got up, and then, Ning Chen's expression became more solemn.
The behavior of the old man shows that he does not release water.
One move for another move, fair and just, but not fair at all.
The night wind was very cold, even though there was a bonfire under the two of them, when the dead branches were burning, a crackling sound was heard, which seemed so clear in this silent night, and the guards who were watching the night not far away seemed to feel something and looked over.
At this moment of watching, the sword enshrined in the sword moved, and no one could see how it was unsheathed. When everyone recovered, the sword was clearly unsheathed.
A sword without contention and desire, without any warning, without a trace of True Qi, and without any True Qi.
This was the only chance he gave to Ning Chen. If the true qi of a peak ninth-rank powerhouse was moved, he would be cut open in a radius of ten feet, and this was no longer an opportunity.
Therefore, this unfair battle seems to be very fair.
The true meaning of the sword, but fast, accurate, concentrated.
The sword enshrined by the sword was fast enough, accurate enough, and concentrated enough. Originally, Ning Chen had no chance to avoid it.
However, after Ning Chen came to this world, he developed a character of fear of death and caution, especially in the face of his eldest grandson, he would subconsciously avoid half a step every time.
Facing the sword worship today, he also subconsciously took a half step back.
But he is not a sword enshrined, his half-step retreat is not accurate enough, so the sword enshrined by a sword is no longer accurate enough.
A sword entered his body, and he retreated several steps in a row. Ning Chen endured the pain, used the movement technique that Lime had taught him, and avoided three more steps.
The sword still pierced his body, Ning Chen still didn't avoid it, but he didn't need to avoid it, he didn't faint, every time he fell, he was a victory.
"From tonight, I will teach you to use the sword"
Jian Feng pulled out his sword, sealed Ning Chen's wound with one finger, and said lightly.
"Thank you senior"
Ning Chen covered his chest and coughed lightly.
"Don't thank me, you won it yourself"
While speaking, the sword worshiper sat cross-legged by the bonfire, put the sword on his knees again, and closed his eyes to rest.
Ning Chen also sat on the side and began to adjust his breath. The old man's sword had no killing intent, and the wound was not too deep. Compared with this sword injury, the arrow from yesterday was a bit heavier.
After another hour, the old man opened his eyes, and Ning Chen also woke up at the same time.
"Go swing your sword and practice until I say stop"
The sword worshiper moved, and on the carriage not far away, a black iron sword flew over and slammed into Ning Chen's body.
"Yes"
Ning Chen picked up the sword, walked to the side, and waved it again and again.
The sword enshrined eyes did not change, and immediately closed again.
Ning Chen didn't ask any questions, he waved the sword in his hand carefully, once, twice...
A simple swing of a sword is so simple that anyone can do it. However, Ning Chen has swung a lot, and after waving for a long time, he has found that swinging the sword is really difficult.
No two swords can swing to the same trajectory, and no two swords can swing the same force. Ning Chen swung all night, his arm almost lost consciousness, but he still insisted stubbornly.
After dawn, the team was on their way. Ning Chen practiced swinging his sword while walking. The infuriating energy in his body was working at this time, at least it could relieve the soreness of his arm in time.
"Tonight, practice rapier"
When night fell, the sword worship spoke again, but still did not teach Ning Chen the moves, but changed the practice to stab.
Ning Chen nodded, then practiced silently, without asking the reason or the result.
The road to the mountains was more difficult than everyone imagined. The team to send the relatives carried too many things. can go out. In three days, Ning Chen didn't learn any moves, but he learned to swing and stab...