In the early morning, the sun was shining brightly, and in the open space in front of the tribe, the sound of swords clashing could be heard, attracting most people to watch.
In the field, it was Ning Chen and Ming Cheng who competed.
The ink sword danced in the sun, blocking every angle of the machete attack. Ning Chen suppressed his power to the same level as Mingcheng's acquired rank six, but he still had an overwhelming strength advantage. Prince Yan was also watching, and was not surprised at all by the result. Although Ning Chen didn't learn martial arts for a long time, he fought no less than anyone else, and most of his opponents were people whose cultivation base was much higher than him, so he just fought. From experience, early
It is very rich.
The ratio of martial arts is nothing more than cultivation, foundation, and moves. In addition, experience is the most decisive factor.
"click"
During the battle, an accident occurred. The moment the swords collided again, there was only a crackling sound. The next moment, the wheelchair under Ning Chen shattered and flew out in all directions.
In the sudden situation, Ning Chen frowned, Mo Jian leaned on the ground, turned his right hand, and his body flew upside down.
Just at a moment, the machete came oncoming, cold as the moon, fast as lightning.
Facing the unavoidable light of the sword, Ning Chen pointed with his left hand, clamped the scimitar with a clanging sound, and deflected the force to the invisible.
Fingers penetrated the body, concealed Jiuluyi, Ning Chen succeeded in one move, and did not continue to attack, he slapped the hilt of the ink sword with his right hand, and his body immediately exited the battle.
At the same time, with a wave of Prince Yan's hand, a chair flew out of the tent and landed exactly where Ning Chen landed.
This hand was done so casually that no one even noticed, and no one would think that this young man with no martial arts breath would be one of the most terrifying innate powerhouses in the world.
In the field, the machete in Mingcheng's hand fell to the ground at some point, and the numbness on his shoulders lingered for a long time, and he couldn't even lift it.
"Brother Ning's swordsmanship is brilliant, and I am ashamed of myself." Mingcheng is not a stingy person, if he loses, he loses.
"Brother Pei, you're welcome." Ning Chen sat on the chair, grabbed his hand, and the ink sword and the scabbard flew back. Immediately, with a clanging sound, the ink sword was sheathed and inserted into the ground.
"Looking at Brother Pei's swordsmanship, although it's as sharp as electricity, it's always a matter of watching most of the moves. It doesn't look like an orthodox martial arts." Ning Chen frowned, pretending to be a pity, and said nonsense.
"Impossible, Qingjia swordsmanship is the most orthodox martial arts in Northern Mongolia, how can it be a viewing move?" Sure enough, Mingcheng was fooled and immediately denied it.
"Ugh"
At this moment, both Ning Chen and Prince Yan sighed in their hearts, they were too tender.
"I lost, it's just that I'm not good at learning. Brother Ning, don't slander the swordsmanship of the Qing family again." Mingcheng didn't know that he was cheating, and continued to say solemnly.
"Brother Pei, don't be surprised, it's the little brother who is rude!" Ning Chen bowed and apologized. He couldn't be more polite.
Seeing the sincere tone of Ning Chen's apology, Ming Cheng's face looked better now, and he no longer cared about the former's rude remarks.
After the fight was over, and the excitement was over, the crowd clapped in cooperation, and then ended the scene, each going back to their homes and doing their own work.
"Big Brother Ah Hu, don't forget my wheelchair." Ning Chen couldn't move, so he could only sit on the chair and shout at Ah Hu who was far away.
"I know," Ah Hu replied loudly.
For the whole morning, Ning Chen sat in a daze on the open space outside, unable to go anywhere, and saw the beautiful prairie scenery directly.
"Would you like to get up and walk?" I don't know when, Prince Yan came over and said lightly.
"No, you are busy," Ning Chen refused without hesitation.
"Then you continue." After saying that, Prince Yan turned and walked towards the tent.
"Senior, what did you and that girl say yesterday?" Ning Chen couldn't suppress the gossip in his heart, so he couldn't help shouting towards the former's back.
When he returned to the account last night, he happened to meet Pei Yan walking out with red eyes, which made him extremely curious.
"This king didn't say a word," Prince Yan replied without looking back.
Ning Chen was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but burst out a word, "Damn it!"
No wonder the girls almost cried. He originally wanted to leave the space for the two of them, but the seniors would politely refuse.
He knew through Ah Hu's mouth yesterday that the identity of this girl Pei Yan is not ordinary. Grandpa is the leader of the Pei clan, that is, the general leader in this area.
He had a good impression of this girl. She was a little weaker and looked a little more sentimental, but she was still a kind and good girl.
Such a gentle woman is more like a lady in the Central Plains than a girl on the grassland.
He also heard that this girl Pei Yan is proficient in painting, calligraphy and chess, and likes the culture of Daxia very much.
He also heard that this girl Pei Yan has a distressed disease, the whole prairie version of Lin Daiyu.
He heard again that the mother of this girl Pei Yan died just after giving birth to Pei Yan because of her distressed illness.
He heard again and again that this girl Pei Yan might not live to be twenty-five years old, and more than one doctor said so.
The more Ning Chen thought about it, the more resentful he felt. Yesterday afternoon, he worked hard to collect information outside, but he was willing to find out all the characters of Pei Yan's birthday. Tea for a long time.
At this moment, a little girl's voice sounded on the grassland with an anxious tone, which immediately attracted the attention of many people.
"Miss passed out"
As soon as the words fell, the white-bearded old man in the tent not far away immediately walked out, with a gloomy expression, and walked quickly towards Pei Yan's tent.
Then there are Mingcheng, the doctor on the grassland, and a lot of people.
Ning Chen's head pondered hard, the pain in his heart should be a heart attack in his world, and this girl was born with a congenital one, so the cure might be negligible.
Lingjinghua has a miraculous effect on the injury of the heart, but unfortunately, he is gone.
As for whether he will take out the crystal flower if he has it, only God knows.
There are no assumptions in this world, so this girl is probably dead.
It's cruel, but it's the reality.
In Pei Yan's tent, the doctor was diagnosing her pulse, and her expression became more and more dignified, showing that the situation was not optimistic.
"What's wrong with Yan'er?" the white-bearded old man asked anxiously.
"Patriarch, this old man has done his best." The doctor sighed softly and continued, "Miss's body is already extremely weak. Earlier, the old man suggested to cheer for the young lady, just to see if a miracle happened, but now there is no need for this. "
"Why?" Hearing the words, the white-bearded old man staggered under his feet, his face turned pale all of a sudden, Yaner hasn't gotten married yet, how could he just leave.
"Chongxi, yes, Chongxi!"
At this time, the white-bearded old man only had this thought in his mind, and he couldn't control all the mess, so he settled down and ordered, "come here"
"In" several men walked in.
"Go and get the young lady's wedding dress, let the young lady marry tonight, and take care of those two people."
"Yes." Several men led the way and left.
On the side, Ming Cheng had a worried look on his face, and he said, "Patriarch, is it inappropriate to do this? That young man named Ning Fan is very strong, so it's better not to offend him."
"I can't take care of that much anymore, Yan'er's business is the most important," the white-bearded old man said solemnly.
Ning Chen, who was outside the tent, didn't even know what was going on inside the tent. At this moment, he was boredly waiting for his wheelchair to be ready.
The scorching sun went from east, south, and west, Ning Chen was sitting there, and when he was about to get bored to the point of madness, he suddenly found that the atmosphere in the tribe gradually became a little unusual.
Several girls on the grassland kept walking up and down, holding all kinds of things in their hands, and even red candles, red paper, etc. that were only used at festivals and weddings.
Ning Chen didn't take it seriously at first, but later felt that something was wrong, a thought flashed through, and he couldn't help opening his mouth.
Forced marriage, no
When things got bigger, Ning Chen had some headaches, Prince Yan of Daxia was forced to marry, who would believe it when he said it
"Brother Ning, your wheelchair is ready"
Just when Ning Chen had a headache, he suddenly heard Ah Hu's loud voice coming from not far away.
However, when he saw the wheelchair, he almost didn't cry, he was wrong, he should not believe that Zhang Fei could embroider.
Where is this wheelchair? This is clearly a chair with wheels.
"Big Brother Ahu, thank you!" Ning Chen thanked him through gritted teeth.
"Brother Ning is too polite." Ah Hu was a thick-skinned person, and happily accepted the former's thanks.
Ning Chen sat up and felt that it should not fall apart in a short time, so he breathed a sigh of relief, make do with it, and buy another one in the capital of Beimeng Royal Court.
"Big Brother Ahu, what are they doing?" Ning Chen pointed at the girls in the grassland who were busy walking around, and asked in a low voice.
Ah Hu looked left and right, then lowered his head and whispered, "I tell you, don't say it was me."
"Must be" Ning Chen nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
"I heard from my mother-in-law that Miss Pei Yan is seriously ill, and the patriarch will celebrate for Miss tonight," Ah Hu said in a low voice.
"Fuck, if it's true or not, don't fool me." Ning Chen deliberately expressed surprise.
"Is this still fake? It's absolutely true." Ah Hu patted his chest, almost swearing.
"Big Brother Ahu, go back first, I definitely won't say it was you," Ning Chen said gratefully.
Ah Hu left contentedly, Ning Chen immediately turned his wheelchair and came to Prince Yan's tent, and the first sentence came in, "Senior, Ah Hu said that you are going to be forced to marry, let's not run away"
Inside the tent, Prince Yan glanced at Ning Chen lightly, and said, "Is this the solution you've been thinking about all day?"
Ning Chen was a little ashamed, but in a blink of an eye, he thought, no, he was ashamed, he didn't cause this.
"Come on, fence the tent and don't let them run away"
At this time, the peculiar rough voice of a prairie man sounded outside, and immediately, the sound of hurried footsteps came, and it seemed that there were hundreds of people. "Okay, it's too late to run now." Ning Chen sighed helplessly, feeling very unhappy in his heart, why does he have to fight all day long.