Xiao Mingyue was not used to the coldness of Beizhangyuan, so Ning Chen carried it on his back and left quickly.
He planted the seeds of peace for Xiao Mingyue, and only hoped that one day in the future, he would grow his teeth.
He can't change Fan Lingyue, he can only try to change the future monarch of Northern Mongolia.
This is that the world has been devastated by war for too long and cannot be fought any longer.
After passing Beizhangyuan, it was not far from the Xingchao Pass in Daxia. Ning Chen took Xiao Mingyue for a night, and before noon the next day, he finally reached his destination.
Ning Chen put on the mask he had prepared, transformed into a middle-aged man, and led Xiao Mingyue into the Xingchao Pass in a fair and open manner.
Today's Xingchao Pass is guarded by the Marquis of Qinghe. Before the end of the war between the two dynasties, the Marquis Wu, the oldest in Daxia, should have been guarding here.
Daxia has lost Yanguicheng, unable to even Xingchaoguan has been lost.
After Ning Chen came to Xingchao Pass, he took Xiao Mingyue to an inn, and then asked the little girl to help him make a mask.
"What are you doing?" Mingyue asked curiously while helping the bad guy make up.
"Go to Wuhou Mansion," Ning Chen said honestly.
The old marquis in Xingchao Pass is the father of the eldest grandson. He has received too much kindness from the eldest grandson. Since he is here, he must visit.
"Oh" Mingyue nodded and didn't ask any more. As soon as she heard this, she knew very well that she couldn't follow.
"Be careful," Mingyue instructed.
"It's alright," Ning Chen replied calmly, although I heard that the old man was a bit old-fashioned, he couldn't lose his courtesy this time.
After the mask was finished, it took half an hour to dry. Ning Chen thought for a while, then took the pen and ink, took out the moon-shaped jade pendant in his arms, dipped it in the ink, and lightly printed it on the paper.
Mingyue's face has been a little worried, she always feels that the bad guy will not go well this time.
Ning Chen saw the worry in the little girl's eyes, reached out and rubbed the latter's hair, and said softly, "Don't worry, everything will be fine."
After waiting for a while, Ning Chen took off the mask on his face and put on his old middle-aged appearance, then got up and walked towards the door.
"wait me back"
After a word of warning, Ning Chen left with a slightly condensed expression, hoping that nothing would happen.
The temporary Wuhou Mansion in Xingchao Pass was about an hour away from the inn. Before arriving at the Wuhou Mansion, Ning Chen deliberately found a place where no one was there and put on a mask. When he reappeared, it was already an ordinary looking man young people.
After half an hour, Ning Chen finally walked to Wuhou Mansion. In front of the mansion, two guards stood in battle armor.
"I have something to ask to see Marquis Wu, and I hope the general can report it on your behalf." Ning Chen took out the letter in his hand and handed it to one of the guards, saying politely.
"waiting here"
The guard took the letter, no nonsense, no embarrassment, turned around and walked towards the mansion.
After a while, the guard came back and said respectfully, "Master Hou has a request."
Ning Chen thanked the guards, and then walked into Wuhou Mansion.
In the Hou Mansion, the Qinghe Hou was sitting quietly on the main seat. His face was a little old. He looked like he was in his fifties, but he had an upright aura, which was very compelling.
"You are Ning Chen?" Qinghe Hou looked up and down the young man in front of him, and said calmly.
"Exactly." Ning Chen nodded.
"It's a little different from the portrait given by Wuyou, take off the things on your face," the Duke of Qinghe said lightly.
"Oh, I really can't hide it from Lord Hou." Ning Chen stretched out his hand to remove his mask, revealing his true colors, and immediately saluted respectfully, "Junior Ning Chen has seen Lord Hou."
"Not bad" Qinghe Hou nodded, with a hint of praise in his calm.
"You stole the little emperor of Beimeng, right?" The Marquis of Qinghe asked without too many surprises.
"Yes" Ning Chen did not deny it, but nodded.
"There are two letters here, one is from Your Majesty and the other is worry-free, you can read it yourself"
While speaking, the Marquis of Qinghe moved his hand, and the two letters turned into streamers and flew towards Ning Chen.
Ning Chen stretched out his hand to take the two letters. After opening them, he looked at them one by one, but there was no wavering on his face.
The attitude of Emperor Xia and his eldest grandson had long been in his heart, and he would not be surprised if he looked at it again now.
Emperor Xia's letter clearly stated that once he was found to have entered the Xingchao Pass, he would stay at all costs, regardless of life or death, while the little emperor of Northern Mongolia must be returned to the imperial city alive.
As expected, the eldest grandson's letter begged for mercy tactfully. Between the pen and ink, he tried his best to explain that he should voluntarily hand over the little emperor. In the end, he repeatedly told his father not to use force.
The two letters with very different tones represented the final attitude of the current emperor and empress of Daxia, which was both unfortunate and an honor for Ning Chen.
"How do you feel?" Qinghe Hou said.
"I don't have any impressions, it was something I had already expected," Ning Chen replied with a wave of his hand, sending the letter back.
"This is Emperor Xia's world, His Majesty's words are the imperial decree," the Marquis of Qinghe said.
"This is the world of Daxia, not the world of Emperor Xia. As for the imperial decree, it means nothing to me," Ning Chen said indifferently.
"It's a big deal!" Qinghe Hou's expression immediately sank, and he snorted coldly, "Come here, arrest this kid for me!"
"Yes." The four generals entered and quickly surrounded Ning Chen.
"Old Marquis, I came to visit you just because you are the empress's father. This is the courtesy I should do, but it doesn't mean that I will be captured." Ning Chen's face also sank, and he said slowly.
"Then let this Marquis see your ability and do it," the Marquis of Qinghe said coldly.
Keng, Keng, the four generals drew their swords, and the powerful bloody aura came on the face.
Ning Chen's eyes became extremely dignified, he moved his feet and took the first shot, his figure flashed, and a black sword wrapped around a cloth belt appeared behind him.
"Bang"
The swords collided, and Ning Chen forced the general to retreat half a step with his unparalleled foundation. However, at the same time, three sword lights had arrived behind him, and within half a step, it was not enough to escape.
Ning Chen's body froze, the sword light turned, and swayed two sword lights, the powerful aftermath of the backlash, suddenly caused the blood in the body to churn.
The last blow was unavoidable, Ning Chen's left hand condensed the sword, his true energy overflowed, and he regretted the general's move.
"When" the knife's fingers were connected, and the final score was as strong as Ning Chen's strength in the knife.
Seeing that the long battle was unprofitable, Ning Chen made a decisive decision, and with a movement of the sword, snow drifted in the sky, and his stamina reached its peak.
"One Feather Feather, One Sword in Heaven and Earth"
A sword that was as fast as a frightening giant once again swept towards the general who had retreated half a step. Immediately, only a bang was heard, and the general took the move and retreated a few steps in a row.
Ning Chen stepped on his feet and was about to leave, but at this moment, the Marquis of Qinghe, who was on the main seat, shot, his body was like a blue light, and he instantly reached in front of him, his finger penetrated between his eyebrows.
Bang, Ning Chen's whole body was like a huge shock, and he flew out violently, his mouth was red and blood stained the sky.
At the moment of desperation, Ning Chen endured the severe pain all over his body, stomped his feet, and with the help of his spare strength, turned around and swept out of the Hou residence.
"Chase, we must capture and find out the whereabouts of the little emperor of Beimeng," the Duke of Qinghe said with a sullen face.
"Yes." The four generals took orders and quickly chased after them.
Seeing the four disappeared, the Marquis of Qinghe glanced at the darkness, sighed softly, and immediately turned around and walked into the hall.
Worry-free, this is the only thing the Father can do, and the rest depends on his own creation.
Ning Chen, who escaped from the Hou Mansion, immediately put on a mask, blood was flowing from his mouth, and he staggered towards the crowd.
The four generals followed closely behind, chasing after more than ten streets, but lost in front of an inn.
"Go in and search" one of the generals said solemnly.
"En." The remaining three generals nodded and walked in together.
The shopkeeper of the inn was about to stop him when he saw four generals in armor, and immediately fell silent.
On the second floor, in a room, the door was pushed open with a bang, Xiao Mingyue was startled, and when she saw it was Ning Chen, she breathed a sigh of relief.
"When someone is coming, help me cover it up." Ning Chen endured the injury and quickly explained.
"Okay" Mingyue quickly responded when she saw that the former's face was wrong.
Ning Chen took off his outer clothes in two or three times, stuffed them into the cabinet by the bedside, and immediately lay down on the bed.
"Dangdang"
The next moment, there was a knock on the door, and before Xiao Mingyue opened the door, a general pushed the door open.
"Jun, Jun Ye," Mingyue said timidly, pretending to be panicked and taking two steps back.
Seeing that it was a little girl, the general frowned, walked into the room, swept left and right, and when he saw the pale, sickly middle-aged man on the bed, he dispelled his doubts and turned to leave.
Mingyue went up to close the door, and as soon as she walked to the bedside, she saw Ning Chen vomited out a mouthful of blood, covering her mouth and coughing repressively.
"What's wrong with you, don't scare me"
Xiao Mingyue panicked and kept wiping the blood from her mouth with her sleeve, but she couldn't finish wiping it.
In the last move, the Marquis of Qinghe didn't keep his hand. There were too many eyeliners watching from the Hou Mansion, so he couldn't keep his hand.
"I'm fine"
Ning Chen gently pushed Xiao Mingyue away, and immediately sat on the bed and closed his eyes to adjust his breath.
Just a moment ago, he really thought that he might not be able to come back.
He thought that the conversation would not go well, or even broke up, but in the face of the eldest grandson, the Marquis of Qinghe should not do too much.
He did not expect that the attitude of the Duke of Qinghe would be so fierce.
It wasn't until after that finger that he instantly understood that the Marquis of Qinghe was acting, for those in the dark to see.
That finger showed no mercy, but there was a lot more.
The cultivation methods of the eldest grandson's lineage, and the ten-year cultivation of Laohou Ye.
This is the limit he can bear. The old man is at the peak of the ninth rank, or even a half-step innate powerhouse. Ten years of cultivation is enough to lift an ordinary person without any foundation above the fifth rank. In the dantian, two cyclones continued to devour the influx of power, and Ning Chen's cultivation was also constantly rising. , the peak of the eighth grade, however, just in
Just when the cultivation base was about to break into the ninth rank, Ning Chen forcibly stopped the cyclone expansion and forced the realm down.
He can't break through the ninth rank now, otherwise the foundation will be unstable, which will affect future cultivation. After a while, Ning Chen slowly opened his eyes, and sighed in his heart, the old man's favor was too great.