In the wind and snow, the young man in the wheelchair walked alone, and the lonely figure was so inconspicuous in the snow, but so clear. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The wheelchair was crushed in the snow, and there was a gurgling sound, Ning Chen had taken the Heavenly Frost Grass, and the true qi in his body was also cold, so he was not afraid of the cold than most people, but the constant pain in his legs made his face a little pale.

Unknowingly, it has been almost half a year since he came to this world, not for a long time, but he has experienced ups and downs.

The northbound road has no purpose, wherever Ning Chen goes, he has the silver issued by the academy and the wood on him.

Sometimes he spent the night in the wilderness, and when he was hungry, he would eat some dry food or hunt a hare or something, and when he was thirsty, he would eat a mouthful of snow, and on a snowy day, the most important thing was water.

It had been snowing for too long, pedestrians had rarely traveled, caravans were waiting for a sunny day, and the whole world seemed so quiet that the silence was a little scary.

Loneliness is the only and constant scenery, gradually, Ning Chen got used to loneliness, used to the pain on his legs, so he didn't feel lonely, and he didn't feel pain.

Habit can be a scary thing sometimes, and it can make everything take for granted over time.

The Shu Road is difficult, it is difficult to go to the blue sky, Ning Chen is not walking the Shu Road, but for him, the snow road under him is no less difficult than the Shu Road.

Only when people lose it, do they know how to cherish, the once young and frivolous, now it has become a retrospective, every day Ningchen can do is just keep walking, sitting in a wheelchair, keep walking.

The martial arts entered the realm much faster than in the past, and the cold and snowy days seemed to help him a lot in his cultivation, and between the flips, the frost condensed, like a small snow.

The cultivation of the four grades of the day after tomorrow is already good in this world, not to mention, his cultivation days are less than half a year.

He was lucky, since he practiced, he has been guided by rare powerhouses in the world, and he even contacted the dean, although he was still in a coma at that time.

After Ning Chen walked for five days, he finally stopped seeing an endless wasteland in front of him, and he came to an ancient city, Falling Moon City.

The name of the ancient city is very special, I heard that there is a moon stream outside the city, it is very steep, but it is also the nearest road from north to south, most of the caravans in the past choose to pass between the mountain streams, and there is a lot less trouble to detour.

The snow gradually stopped, and the sky had not yet cleared, however, people who had been holding back for more than a month still went out of their houses to clear the snow and go to the streets.

The ancient city gradually became lively, with the cries of things being sold, the bargaining of passers-by, the quarrels of husbands and wives, and the cries of children when they were beaten.

Ning Chen sat in a wheelchair, quietly looking at the world, his mood was calm, like a passerby, in fact, he was really just a passerby.

"Driving"

Suddenly, a rapid sound of horses' hooves broke the calm, and on the corner of the street in the distance, a man and a horse galloped on the street quickly, and in an instant, passers-by panicked, chickens and dogs jumped.

Ning Chen was in the middle of the street, and he could have had time to dodge, but just as he was about to turn his wheelchair to dodge, his hands stopped again.

Why is he hiding?

In his life, isn't it enough to hide?

On the street, the people have dispersed, only the galloping horse, or Ning Chen sitting in the middle of the road.

Some exclaimed, some worried, and others gloated.

In front of the crowd, there was a woman in a light blue shirt, with beautiful eyebrows and a sad face, and she also curiously calmed down and looked at the young man in the middle of the road.

The black horse galloped up, and the young man above had a mockery on his face.

"Bang"

There was a terrifying loud bang, the black horse screamed, and among the snowflakes flying in the sky, the young man in the wheelchair sat there steadily, not moving.

The young man's hand was pressed on the black horse's face, so the black horse couldn't move an inch.

The young man on the black horse fell down with a thud, and fell badly, with a bloody face.

"Looking for Death"

The young man immediately got up, his face was full of hideousness, he pulled out the sword on his waist and slashed at Ning Chen.

"Alas"

Ning Chen sighed lightly, not knowing what he was sighing about.

The next moment, an ordinary wood knife swung down the most perfect edge.

Why do you say perfect, because, this knife Ning Chen has been swinging for more than two months, I don't know how many thousands of times.

"Ding"

There was a crisp sound, and the sword in the young man's hand broke in response, without any suspense.

The young man was stunned, and the pedestrians on the side of the road were also stunned, only the young man quietly turned his wheelchair and slowly left.

The curiosity in the beautiful woman's eyes was even stronger, a strange young man.

Ning Chen felt the curious gaze of the woman in the crowd, and after taking a look, he continued to leave, a very beautiful woman, but she looked a little sick, although she covered it up well, but the faint tiredness could not be concealed.

On the road, the encounter between people is fate and providence, Ning Chen turned his wheelchair and passed by the woman, no longer looking at each other, no longer looking back, and gradually moving away.

"Miss" beside the woman, an old woman called softly.

"He's like me," the woman said softly, with a hint of tiredness flashing in her eyes.

"Miss is the smartest person in the world, and there is no one who can compare to Miss Miss," the old woman affirmed.

"He's like me"

The woman said it again, in a flat tone, but with an unmistakable majesty.

Hearing this, the old woman was silent and did not dare to refute again.

"Let's go"

The woman spoke, and immediately walked in the opposite direction to the boy.

A short interlude can't change anything, one is going north, the other is going south, and passing by each other is already the fate of the previous life.

The scenery of the northern country is the most beautiful, Ning Chen stayed in the Falling Moon City for a day, and at night, looking at the prosperity of this ancient city and the imperial city, his calm heart actually had a trace of nostalgia.

"There's a ghost."

Outside the city, a terrible cry came, and soon, the whole city was frightened, and a ghost sedan chair appeared from the Falling Moon Stream, black and white impermanence opened the way, the bull head and horse face opened the way, and the gloomy atmosphere shocked the entire Falling Moon City.

Many people witnessed this horrific scene, and one by one they ran back like crazy.

Ning Chen was originally the most disbelieving in ghosts and gods, however, now he was confused.

If there are no ghosts and gods in the world, then what is his experience?

To deny the ghosts and gods is to a large extent equivalent to denying his existence.

Ning Chen pushed the wheelchair in the direction of the Falling Moon Stream, he really wanted to see if there were any ghosts and gods in this world.

There were obviously people in the city who thought the same way as him, but when ordinary people couldn't escape, they rushed over curiously.

The woman in the light blue shirt was one of them, and she was already about to leave the city, but she turned back.

"Miss, you are weak, you shouldn't go near these ghostly things," the old woman said softly with a worried face.

"There should be no ghosts in this world," the woman's beautiful face did not change much, and she replied calmly.

The old woman knew that she couldn't persuade her, so she could only follow up, she was not afraid of ghosts, but the young lady's body was too weak.

The cold wind blew, the woman's face was slightly pale, and she coughed lightly a few times, but the pace under her feet still did not stop.

At night, the mountain stream outside the city is very cold, especially after more than a month of heavy snowfall, the snow covers the mountain, the road of the mountain stream is also blocked, and the snow in the shallowest part is also knee-thick, making it difficult to move forward.

When everyone came to the mountain stream, the ghost sedan chair had disappeared, the bull head and horse face, black and white impermanence were gone, and only the cold and evil breath lingered in the mountain stream, which did not disperse for a long time.

The "ghost girl" woman looked at it for a long time, and then said two words lightly.

"There should be no ghosts in this world"

At this moment, a confused voice came, responding.

A sneer flashed on the woman's beautiful face, and she said, "There are even innate monsters in this world, why can't there be ghosts?"

Ning Chen was silent, and replied after a while, "I was also a human before."

The woman snorted coldly and said, "How do you know that ghosts were not human before?"

Ning Chen was silent again, not knowing how to answer.

I didn't see what I wanted to see, in front of the mountain stream, most of the people were disappointed, and Ning Chen also turned his wheelchair and walked towards the city.

The woman stepped forward and stood behind Ning Chen, a pair of slender and beautiful hands pushing the wheelchair, without saying a word, just quietly pushing.

The old woman's eyes flashed with surprise, not because of the identity of the young lady, she was surprised that this scene seemed too natural, as if it should be like this.

"Thank you," Ning Chen said softly.

"Hmm," the woman accepted calmly.

The two of them went one after the other, Ning Chen sat in a wheelchair, the woman pushed the wheelchair, and did not say much, but walked quietly, in the night, the moon covered by dark clouds occasionally revealed a trace of moonlight, and shrank back very shyly in the blink of an eye.

"May I ask the girl's name?"

"Moon Spirit"

"Childe, what about you?"

"Ning Fan"

The two said their names, Ning Fan was said by Ning Chen at will, and Yue Ling was also said by the woman at will.

For the two of them, the name is just a name, and what is the difference between true and false.

"Ning Gongzi, where do you want to go?" asked Yue Ling.

"North, what about the Spirit Girl," Ning Chen asked casually.

"South," Moon Spirit replied.

"It's not a coincidence"

"yes"

The two walked casually in the city, and the old woman followed behind, not too close.

The night of the Falling Moon City is very beautiful, in front of the river in the city, the lights are bright, and the cold weather can't stop the talented and beautiful women from playing words on the riverside.

The land of fireworks is always lively.

"Childe seems to like this kind of place"

Yue Ling looked at Ning Chen and spoke, his words were calm, there was no sarcasm, he was just expounding a fact.

"I just remembered some old people," Ning Chen replied.

This time, a touch of difference flashed in Yue Ling's eyes, Ning Chen didn't look like a person who was nostalgic for fireworks, how could there be an old man in such a place.

Ning Chen didn't explain, today, he saw soap being sold in some places in the city, the price was not expensive, and ordinary people could afford it, it seemed that the woman in Yue Hanyi was not incorrigibly bad.

For some reason, he just didn't have a good impression of Yue Hanyi, even though he knew that Ling Yan Pavilion was already good to the woman in it.

"I haven't been here for a long time, but I didn't expect that there was an extra thing called soap in the Central Plains" It seemed that he had a heart, and Yue Ling looked at the prosperous scene in front of him and couldn't help but sigh.

"Isn't the girl from the Central Plains?" asked Ning Chen.

"Huh" Yue Ling shook her head, not wanting to say any more about the problem.

"Ning Gongzi, can you let Yue Ling take the pulse for you?"

"The girl still knows how to heal?"

Ning Chen asked strangely, but he still obediently stretched out his arm.

"It's just a long illness to become a doctor"

Moon Ling replied calmly, and quickly put her finger on the former's wrist.

After a while, Yue Ling withdrew his right hand and said, "Childe seems to have been extremely seriously injured, and he also fell from a height, causing serious injuries to the meridians and bones of both legs."

"The girl is really a divine doctor," Ning Chen said softly in appreciation.

"The divine doctor doesn't dare to be it, but Yue Ling is a little curious, it's a miracle that Gongzi can survive his injury, I don't know which divine doctor has such a clever medical skill?"

Yue Ling asked curiously, in the world, she had never heard of anyone with such medical skills.

Ning Chen was silent and did not answer.

Yue Ling didn't ask again, but said slowly, "Actually, Childe's injury is not completely hopeless, as far as Yue Ling knows, there are at least three things in the world that can cure Childe's leg injury."

"What is it?" Ning Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked.

"The Heavenly Book of the Eternal Night God Sect, the Heavenly Pond of the Northern Mongolian Royal Court, and the Innate Pill of the Great Xia Palace" Moon Spirit Zhengse said.

"Heh" Ning Chen chuckled lightly and said, "The girl said she was laughing."

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