Qinghe Hou's loyalty to Daxia has never been doubted. This old man was a Marquis of Wu, who was appointed by the late emperor. He spent his whole life guarding the territory of Daxia in the wilderness. He worked hard and made great achievements without complaining.
The peace of Daxia was fought down by generations of Wuhou who did not hesitate to sacrifice their lives. Daxia's frontier was too large.
As the only surviving Marquis of the previous generation, Marquis Qinghe's prestige in Daxia was unparalleled, and even the Marquis of Triumph, who was the head of the Ten Martial Marquis, could not be compared.
It's just that what Emperor Xia has done recently has really chilled the old man's heart.
In Wuhou Mansion, the Marquis of Qinghe stood in the hall. In front of him, the four generals knelt down and looked ashamed.
"Three months of fines, go back," the Duke of Qinghe said lightly.
"Yes!" The four generals bowed respectfully and immediately got up and left.
After the four of them left, the Marquis of Qinghe quietly looked outside the Marquis of Wu's mansion, and a deep exhaustion flashed in his calm eyes.
Da Xia, who has been invincible for thousands of years, has been reduced to the point of being supported by a young man, how sad and ridiculous. He knew from Wuyou that Ning Chen had already sent the news of Beiwuhou's mutiny to the imperial city. However, what he did not expect was that Emperor Xia would watch Yanguicheng be destroyed in order to draw out the rebel forces in Daxia. 170,000 in the city
Soldiers and millions of civilians were slaughtered by the Northern Mongolian army.
It can be said that the current precarious situation in Daxia is half of the reason caused by Emperor Xia himself.
As a courtier, he has to be loyal to Emperor Xia, but he is more loyal to the Great Xia for whom he has guarded his whole life.
He knew what Ning Chen had done, and he could even say that if it wasn't for this young man, Da Xia would be even more embarrassed in this war.
He believed in his own judgment, and even more in the way his daughter saw people, so he was willing to gamble once.
Ten years of cultivation is nothing to him. It is impossible for him to enter the innate in this life. It is better to help this young man once. He only hopes that his decision this time will bring Da Xia hope for a new life, not The beginning of destruction.
Ning Chen didn't know what the old man was thinking, but he knew that he owed a favor, a favor that could never be replaced.
Ten years of practice is not something that any martial artist can give up at will, not to mention that the old man is old, losing ten years of practice will inevitably damage his vitality, and even cause permanent damage to his own foundation.
Mingyue has been quietly guarding by the bed, with worry always on her delicate little face.
"never mind"
Ning Chen woke up from breathing, rubbed the little girl's hair, and said softly.
Although the injury on his body was not minor, it was nothing compared to what he got.
This inn can no longer stay, he and Xiao Mingyue must leave as soon as possible.
He wasted a lot of time in healing, and the sky outside was gradually darkening, but it was a good thing for them.
This time of day is when people who leave early and return late go home. There are relatively more pedestrians on the street, and the dark sky makes it more favorable for them to leave.
"Let's go"
Thinking of this, Ning Chen put on his coat, grabbed Xiao Mingyue, and walked out the door.
Along the way, pedestrians went back and forth, and the two of them walked among them, inconspicuous, and soon disappeared into the night.
In the next two days, Xingchaoguan was under martial law, especially the place where Ning Chen appeared, was checked again and again.
No one knew that Ning Chen had already brought Xiao Mingyue to another city three hundred kilometers away from Xingchao Pass, and he stayed there for five days.
His injury can no longer be delayed, he must calm down and heal, and he still needs time to practice the exercises given to him by the old marquis as soon as possible.
This is the martial art of the eldest grandson's lineage. There are mental methods and moves. He does not lack mental skills, but he lacks the cultivation methods of moves.
In the martial arts of the eldest grandson's lineage, there are very few sword moves, and neither the old marquis nor the Taiping marquis are swordsmen.
Fortunately, he doesn't have to learn swordsmanship, he is not a person who is obsessed with swords like Prince Yan. As long as any martial arts are useful, he will not mind.
The way of martial arts, the most taboo is to rush into it quickly, Ning Chen didn't dare to learn more, and only chose the only sword in it, and one of the three palms.
The old marquis only passed on one sword and three palms, presumably because he was afraid that he would be too young and greedy to give up.
Every martial art in the world has its own unique way of locating the pulse. It took Ning Chen five full days to cultivate the healing belt before he could be considered to have mastered this sword with one palm.
Five days later, Ning Chen took Xiao Mingyue on the road again, and they needed to get to Tianmen Pass as soon as possible.
After another three days, the two came to ten miles outside Tianmenguan and stopped moving forward.
Ning Chen looked at the mighty Daxia Xiongguan in front of him, knowing that this was the last problem before him.
Forced entry is definitely not possible, Fan Lingyue will definitely leave a real strong person in this extremely important place, and if you force it, it is just courting death.
The only option is to pass through the Qizhou Mountains on both sides of Tianmen Pass.
The Qizhou Mountains stretch for nearly 10,000 miles, dividing Daxia's territory into two halves.
The Qizhou Mountains are truly primitive places, and very few people dare to set foot in them. However, Ning Chen has no choice but to go through it.
"Are you afraid?" Ning Chen looked at the little girl beside him and asked.
"Not afraid" Mingyue nodded firmly, she was the emperor of Beimeng, how could she be frightened by this little difficulty.
"Good job" Ning Chen praised with a thumbs up.
While speaking, the two had already embarked on the road to cross the Qizhou Mountains.
The mountain road is rugged and every step is very difficult. The little girl is still very weak, and she will not be tired after walking a few steps. Therefore, Ning Chen is carrying it on her back most of the time.
Primitive land, thousands of miles, rolling ups and downs, lying prone on the ground, ancient trees plastered, covering the sky and sun, and old roots intertwined, spreading vertically and horizontally, overflowing with the breath of time.
This is a piece of divine soil, which gathers the essence of heaven and earth, nourishes for tens of thousands of years, and lasts for a long time in ancient times. From time to time, there are giant beasts roaring, hundreds of birds chirping, and the vitality is flourishing. , somewhat unpredictable.
The cold moon hangs, bright and clean, the cold wind blows slightly, the branches and leaves rustle, and the whole mountain range is gloomy and terrifying.
"Is it cold?" Ning Chen asked softly as he walked between the mountain roads.
"Not cold" Mingyue leaned on the former's back and shook her head gently.
The bad guy is warm and she's very thickly dressed.
"If you're sleepy, you'll sleep for a while, and you'll have to walk for a long time," Ning Chen said.
"En" Mingyue responded, but she was not sleepy, her big pearly eyes were bright.
"Should I tell you a story?" After walking for a while, Ning Chen saw that Xiao Mingyue was still not sleepy, and she suggested that she was bored.
"Okay!" Mingyue nodded in agreement.
"I'll tell you a story about Snow White." Ning Chen recalled it carefully. He hadn't told it for many years, so I don't know if he could remember it all.
"Once upon a time there was a king..."
The beginning of the story was vulgar, with twists and turns in the middle, and the end was beautiful. A typical fairy tale of a prince, a princess, and a villain, Ning Chen's mouth can be said to be alive, let alone a story.
Xiao Mingyue listened very deeply, Ning Chen smiled in her heart, it was a little girl after all.
"Does Fan Lingyue look like the bad guy queen?" Ning Chen took the opportunity to instill in Xiao Mingyue that Fan Lingyue is a bad guy.
"You are the bad guy, Sister Lingyue is a good person"
Xiao Mingyue's ability to distinguish right from wrong is very strong, she could see Ning Chen's intention at a glance, she pouted and replied.
Ning Chen touched his nose helplessly, the strategy failed and needs to be improved.
"If Fan Lingyue and I fell into the water together, who would you save first?" Ning Chen took out his trump card again.
"Sister Lingyue" Xiao Mingyue said without hesitation.
"I hurt you in vain." Ning Chen was very hurt, the little girl answered too quickly, even if she pretended to hesitate for a while.
"Your martial arts are so good that you can last for a long time. Sister Lingyue doesn't know how to do martial arts, so you must save Sister Lingyue first." Mingyue clenched the villain's arms and explained in a low voice.
"Heh" Ning Chen smiled softly, if Fan Lingyue didn't know martial arts, then there would be no martial arts in the world, and that palm almost killed him.
However, these things cannot be told to Xiao Mingyue.
"Why don't you tell me a story?" Ning Chen suggested.
"I won't" said the little girl embarrassedly.
"Then let me tell you a joke?" Ning Chen said with a weird smile.
"Okay" Mingyue nodded.
"There used to be an eunuch," Ning Chen said, and then stopped talking.
"What about next?" Mingyue asked curiously.
"No," Ning Chen replied.
Mingyue was stunned for a moment, and after a long time, she just realized that she hit the former with her little hand, and said with a blushing face:
"You are a bad person!"
"Haha, just kidding" Ning Chen laughed and continued, "How about I tell you another one?"
"No, I want to hear the story," Mingyue pouted.
"What do you hear?" Ning Chen asked.
Xiao Mingyue thought for a while and said, "Why don't you tell me about yourself?"
She knew that there were not many people in this world that Sister Lingyue could pay attention to. Since the bad guys are so powerful, there must be many stories to tell.
Ning Chen didn't refuse, isn't it just telling heroic stories, he is the best at it.
"Once upon a time, a young, handsome, dashing, kind and lovely boy entered the palace..."
The story is very long, mainly because someone shamelessly added too many exaggerated adjectives, resulting in a story that can be written on a piece of paper the size of a palm. .
"You don't know how big the strange bird was when I fell, and its wings were as wide as four or five feet."
Ning Chen was trying to be vivid, but he was interrupted by Xiao Mingyue, "You lie, how can there be such a big bird"
"Other plots may be a little exaggerated, but I'm not exaggerating at all, then" Ning Chen was about to explain, but suddenly heard a nine-day roar coming from above the sky, and his calm face instantly turned gloomy. Now, no need to explain!