Tianshu, what Tianchi is, Ning Chen is not quite sure, but Daxia's Xiantian Pill is the magic medicine that all warriors in the whole world yearn for. It is said that each one can make an acquired peak powerhouse 30%. May enter the realm of innate.
There are only three pieces of such heaven-defying things left in Daxia, and they have not been successfully refined in a hundred years.
It can be said that these three Xiantian Pills are the treasures that attract the strongest people in the world in the summer.
Ning Chen had never hoped so much, so he couldn't be disappointed.
"cough cough"
Suddenly, Yueling covered her mouth and coughed. Not far away, the old woman's expression changed, and she immediately stepped forward and put an elixir into the former's mouth.
"Miss, it's windy outside, let's find a place to stay for a night first."
"Yeah" Yueling nodded, a morbid pallor flashed across her beautiful face.
"What disease does Miss Yue have?" Ning Chen asked with a look of concern on her face.
"The root of the disease that fell from childhood is not in the way," Yueling replied with a tired smile.
"Since that's the case, let's rest here at Qifeng Tower." Ning Chen glanced at the pavilion behind him and said.
The old woman's face was unpleasant, and she was about to speak, but was stopped by Yueling raising her hand, and said softly, "Just listen to the son."
After a while, the three asked for two rooms in the building, one for Ning Chen and one for Yueling and the old woman.
Back in the room, the old woman finally couldn't help it and expressed her dissatisfaction, "Miss, as you are, how can you spend the night in this land of fireworks!"
"He can, why can't I?" Yueling asked back.
"He's a man, and how can his identity be compared with the young lady?" the old woman said unwillingly.
"Men, women, huh"
Yueling smiled lightly. If she cared about these things, she would not have done so many things that people in the world seemed to be outrageous. As for identity, although this thing is useful, it is also the most annoying.
In this strange place, she didn't want to be bound by these boring things anymore.
"Miss, take a rest, we have to hurry after dawn," the old woman advised.
"Um"
Yueling nodded, then walked to the bed, lay down with a tired face, covered the quilt and clothes and fell asleep.
The old woman blew out the lamp and sat quietly on the other bed in the room, adjusting her breath and meditating.
In the other room, Ning Chen was sitting in a wheelchair, looking out the window, in a daze and silence.
"Ding"
In the middle of the night, the bustling streets also fell silent. At this moment, a crisp bell rang in the distance, so clear, as if a silver needle had fallen on the ice.
Ning Chen's eyes narrowed, looking at the black shadow coming from a distance, a heart lifted.
"Ding"
In the gloomy ghostly atmosphere, a ghostly sedan chair came from afar, black and white impermanently opened its way, the bull-headed horse raised its feet, and took a step of ten feet, which was extremely strange.
Seeing such a strange phenomenon, Ning Chen couldn't calm down immediately, and was shocked. Could it be that there are really ghosts and gods in the world
With a bang, Ning Chen slapped the table with both hands, and flew out from the second floor with his wheelchair.
After landing, Ning Chen grabbed the black impermanence in front of the ghost sedan chair, but passed through it without any hindrance like passing through a shadow.
"how so"
Ning Chen's eyes shrank, his kung fu moved, he swung the hatchet, and slashed towards the ghost sedan.
"Bang"
The hatchet slashed on the bull's head, and a spark gradually appeared, but the ghost sedan still moved forward as before, and it was already ten feet away in the blink of an eye.
Seeing the ghost sedan leave, Ning Chen turned a sword into a sword, slapped the wheelchair, and his body turned into silver light and passed by.
"One Feather Feather, One Sword in Heaven and Earth"
The sword that was approaching Feihong slashed towards the ghost sedan chair. However, the horse's face blocked the way, and when he turned his head back, he gave Ning Chen's spirit a severe blow, and fell to the ground, vomiting vermilion.
"madman"
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, flew up and fell back onto the wheelchair, and then slowly walked towards the building.
After this short encounter, Ning Chen was even more confused. The previous black and white were impermanent, and the bull-headed horse-face was obviously not a warrior pretending to be a warrior. If so, wouldn't there really be ghosts and gods.
"cough cough"
His spirit was severely damaged, Ning Chen coughed violently, his brain was aching, and there was an indescribable emptiness in his drowsiness.
"Young Master Ning, you are too reckless this time."
Yueling was also awakened by the movement outside the house, came to Ning Chen's side, shoved a medicinal pill into the latter's mouth, and rebuked.
"It's a last resort, in order to understand the doubts in happiness"
Ning Chen didn't reject Yueling's good intentions, the medicinal herbs entered, a pungent clear stream melted, and the severe pain in his brain immediately improved a lot.
"I disturbed the girl to rest"
Looking up and seeing the tiredness on Yueling's face, Ning Chen apologized.
"kindness"
Yueling nodded, Ning Chen really disturbed her to rest.
Hearing Yueling's unpolished answer, Ning Chen showed a rare trace of embarrassment at the corner of his mouth. The truth was that it wasn't the habit of hanging on his face all the time.
After tossing for a long time, the old woman took Yueling back to her room to rest, and Ning Chen also returned to her room to meditate and adjust her breath.
At dawn, Ning Chen opened his eyes, pushed open the door, saw Yueling and the old woman in front of the door, and knew that the two were here to say goodbye.
"Got to go?"
"kindness"
"There will be a later date"
"There will be a later date"
The two said goodbye, without parting reluctance, and without parting sadness.
"Last night, I saw that the young master used a sword move, and now I keep this sword as a gift of acquaintance."
Yueling took an ink-colored sword from the old woman's hand and gave it to Ning Chen, said.
Ning Chen didn't answer, and said softly, "I already have a hatchet."
Yueling still put the ink sword in Ning Chen's hand and insisted, "After all, the hatchet is not for fighting."
Ning Chen didn't refuse any more, he brushed his hands over Mojian's body, and sighed, "Thank you."
"No, goodbye by fate"
When the words fell, Yueling turned around and left, walking so freely and without a trace of nostalgia.
The old woman glanced at the ink sword in Ning Chen's hand, her expression changed and changed, but in the end she didn't say anything, she turned around and followed.
The black sword has no sheath, and the blade is not exposed. It is not a peerless sharp sword. It is also very heavy in the hand, and very people can use it at will.
However, Ning Chen liked it very much, without any reason, just simply like it.
The road to the north still has to go. Ning Chen found a blacksmith in the city to build a scabbard, which was also pitch black as ink, with no sharp edges.
The hatchet and the ink sword were placed side by side behind the wheelchair, and they were tied together with beef tendons. Ning Chen's face showed a hint of doubt. Now, he is considered a confluence of swords and swords.
Be careful that no one will give him such an answer. Ning Chen set out on the road, heading north from Luoyue Stream. The snow was knee-high, and it was very hard to walk.
Most of the wheels of the wheelchair were blocked, Ning Chen turned the wheels with both hands, one click, one click, very persistent, and refused to stop.
The wheels were rolling over the snow, and two rows of footprints could be vaguely seen on it, which may have been left by pedestrians who were in a hurry. Ning Chen walked for two days and one night in the thirty-mile lunar stream. At sunset the next day, he finally left. out.
Leaving the mountain stream, the willows are dark and the flowers are bright, and there is no obstacle to the cliffs on both sides, and the view is much wider.
"Um?"
Suddenly, Ning Chen's eyes shrank fiercely, and in front of him, there were corpses all over the place, blood stained red and white snow all over his eyes.
The elderly, women and children, children are no exception.
Ning Chen is now rarely angry and angry, but seeing this scene, his heart burned with anger, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.
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 stab wounds on the corpse were uneven, and the property on the body was also looted. Obviously, it was not the actions of the warriors, but the acts of robbers.
For more than a thousand years, Daxia has attacked the mountain bandits and bandits very severely. More than a hundred years ago, he even sent a Marquis Wu to go on a personal expedition, so that the mountain bandits in Daxia almost disappeared for a while.
No one could have imagined that such a scene of dehumanization would occur here today when the mountains are covered by heavy snow.
The horseshoe mark is still there, showing that the bandit has not gone too far. However, the bandit has a horse, and Ning Chen not only has no horse, but even his legs are crippled.
Ning Chen is a very stubborn person. He used to be and is now. He hasn't changed anything because of his broken leg.
The wheelchair walked on the snow, leaving a trail of blood. The farther you went, the lighter the blood.
The mountain bandits need to rest, even in such heavy snow, the horse can't walk fast, Ning Chen doesn't rest, no matter how slow he walks, he will eventually catch up one day.
Just like that, one day, two days passed, Ning Chen caught up with the bandits. Outside a barren forest, the bandits were making a fire outside the forest. There were not many people, thirteen, including men and women.
Men are tough, women are charming.
There was something roasted on the bonfire, and the aroma of meat was overflowing, wafting far away.
More than a dozen horses were tied up in the forest, not far from the mountain bandits. In Daxia, horses were very valuable goods, and the mountain bandits watched closely.
Ning Chen's arrival attracted everyone's attention. It was a strange thing to see a young man in a wheelchair appearing in this barren mountain.
The leader of the mountain bandit was a very alert person, and he subconsciously felt that something was wrong.
However, not all of them are discerning people. The charming woman in the mountain bandit got up, twisted her body and came to Ning Chen's side.
"Little brother, why are you here again, what about your family?"
The woman's arm was wrapped around Ning Chen, and her entire body almost threw herself on it.
"Excuse me, did you kill the people in front of Luoyuejian?"
Ning Chen didn't break free, but looked up at the charming woman who was close at hand, smiled shyly, 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, and unconsciously let go of her arms and took a half step back.
"Excuse me, did you kill the people in front of Luoyuejian?"
Ning Chen asked again, his voice still shy and calm, without a trace of threat.
"Yes, no, no, no..."
The woman nodded at first, then felt wrong and was about to deny it. However, she had no chance, but when a light of ink passed by, the last two words were stuck in her throat, and she couldn't say it again.
The blood-stained ink sword was Ning Chen's first time to kill someone. He didn't feel anything, and he didn't have the disgusting reaction in the legend. It was very strange, as if he had 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 very fast, and the sword sealed her throat without leaving too much pain.
The rest of the mountain bandits finally reacted, picking up the knife in their hands and going to resist.
However, mountain bandits are ordinary people after all, even if they are ruthless and cruel, they cannot be a martial artist opponent of the fourth rank of martial arts.
The ink sword was mercilessly swung, and the eleven mountain bandits quickly fell one by one. The mountain bandit leader wanted to flee, but a flying hatchet pierced his chest and fell into the snow.
Ning Chen's ruthlessness made people feel chilling, none of the thirteen bandits survived, including one charming woman.
Ning Chen has never considered himself to be a soft-hearted person. He once said that what he believes in is that I will not go to hell and let others go to hell.
When he said this, he was serious, not joking.
Maybe it was right that Mu Chengxue and Li Ning were unwilling to teach him martial arts in the past, but he finally embarked on this path.
The blood on the ink sword was still hot, Ning Chen wiped away the blood on the sword with icy snow, and at the same time cooled the sword. He knows he doesn't regret it...