Murong Qingyi stood up and wanted to get close to Ning Chen, but found that his legs seemed to be filled with lead and he couldn't move.

As soon as he raised his head, he stared at Ning Chen pitifully.

Ning Chen turned around and grabbed Murong Qingyi.

Murong Qingyi cried with joy, "I thought that Brother Ning hated me." ”

"Silly girl." Ning Chen knocked on Murong Qingyi's head and forced a smile.

Murong Qingyi was silent.

Now the situation in the north is becoming more and more chaotic and complicated.

Now it involves Li Banruo again, although a long time ago, when Ning Jian mentioned the former's tragic life experience, Ning Chen had a certain degree of psychological preparation.

However, Ning Chen, who realized it later, only discovered at this moment that the hidden truth behind this was far beyond his imagination.

Maybe one day, the eight royal families will all end up fighting in the future.

I'm afraid that even the Shangguan royal family, who has not come out of the world and has not allowed future generations to leave the royal city for thirty years, will be difficult to be alone.

"I vaguely heard Grandpa, mentioning a word." Murong Qingyi had a flash of inspiration and said quickly, "It seems to be ...... The other side of the mountain. ”

The other side of the mountain.

Ning Chen chuckled in his heart and frowned.

The master who had taught them a few children, after bidding them farewell, went to the other side of the mountain.

The so-called side of the mountain, according to Ning Chen's guess, should represent a mysterious place.

As for what exactly is implied, it is unknown.

"It seems that Prajna's identity is very implicated."

Ning Chen squinted his eyes and fell into deep thought.

His master, as a saint, left the north and lost all traces of him.

Now, mentioning that mysterious place twice in a row, and the eight royal families, they all know it.

Decades ago, in the eventful era of the Golden Iron Horse, what shocking secrets happened?

At this point, Ning Chen was clueless now.

"Brother Ning, Sister Panruo, she ......"

Murong Qingyi sulked Nunu's mouth, and finally suppressed his heart, and the topic that was about to move did not squeak again.

Ning Chen naturally didn't want to reply.

Outside the tent, after a brief stay of a few minutes, Chen Qingzhi, who was dressed in heavy armor, came out of the tent to greet him.

"Young marshal."

Chen Qingzhi pressed the hanging knife on his waist with one hand, his brows twitched slightly, and at the same time he looked at Murong Qingyi on the side with a complicated expression, and reminded Ning Chen with his eyes that there was a situation.

Ning Chen waved his hand and interrupted Chen Qingzhi.

Raising his gaze, Murong Xuan, who was fluttering in a purple shirt, was standing quietly not far away, his hands behind his back, and his posture was as majestic as a mountain.

Ning Chen looked at Murong Xuan with hesitant eyes, and said lightly, "Uncle Murong this time, it should be more than just to escort Tsing Yi, right?" ”

"Not bad." Murong Xuan turned his back to Ning Chen and took the initiative to admit it.

As soon as these words came out, Murong Qingyi's expression changed greatly.

"Father." Murong Qingyi ran towards Murong Xuan and bit his trembling lower lip.

"Don't meddle in matters between adults."

Murong Xuan pushed away Murong Qingyi's right hand on his arm, turned his body, and stared at Ning Chen with a bright look in his eyes.

"Borrow a step to speak?" Murong Xuan motioned to Ning Chen.

This sentence immediately caused two people to react at the same time.

Murong Qingyi grabbed his father.

Chen Qingzhi quietly blocked in front of Ning Chen, a pair of eyes, like a dragon and tiger, glaring at Murong Xuan, "Purple-shirted Shenhou, don't think that you can do whatever you want here. ”

"If you dare to have the slightest ill intentions towards the young marshal, the 20,000 men under Lao Tzu's command will make you regret coming here."

Murong Xuan ignored Chen Qingzhi's words.

He still looked at Ning Chen with a smile.

Ning Chen touched his nose, pushed away Chen Qingzhi, who was standing in front of him, and said with a smile, "Since Uncle Murong invited, how could you refuse it?" ”

"Young marshal."

Chen Qingzhi, as well as dozens of soldiers nearby, all stopped in front of Ning Chen.

Ning Chen glanced at him, and dozens of people were forced to move away in desperation.

At this time, the night is clear.

The stars shine like snow.

Not far away, there are herdsmen returning home at night, driving cattle and sheep, slowly moving forward.

It is really a picture, the sky is blue, the wilderness is vast, and the wind blows the grass and sees the beautiful scenery of cattle and sheep.

Murong Xuan and Ning Chen walked side by side.

The moment he was away from the camp, Murong Xuan took a step forward, and suddenly his five fingers grabbed Ning Chen.

Ning Chen immediately made a decision, slashed vertically with one palm, and then pushed horizontally, directly forcing this peerless master, who ranked third in the rivers and lakes, to retreat fifty meters away.

Murong Xuan's fluttering body, after quietly settled, seemed to casually stomp on the grass.

In an instant, there was a thunderstorm.

"Snort."

Ning Chen's eyes narrowed, and after quickly catching a mysterious aura, he immediately left the place, and sure enough, the next moment, the place where he had stopped suddenly cracked an adult-height crack.

"When my father left the royal family, he privately made an order, if you have the opportunity, you must be seriously injured, seriously injured for three months." Murong Xuan put his hands behind his back and said lightly.

Ning Chen smiled, and he didn't move at all from a distance of tens of meters.

Murong Xuan shook his head, "It seems that you won't give me this opportunity." ”

The master has made a move, and the point is up.

With Murong Xuan's realm, he could naturally capture the slightest wisp of sage aura through the brief battle just now.

"You kid, it's a little scary." Murong Xuan sighed.

Ning Chen shook his wrist, raised his head, and said with a smile, "Huang Tianci, the ancient three links have been added to the body with two qi lucks, if this king can't touch the slightest trace of the Sage Xuan Realm, then I'm sorry for them." ”

Murong Xuan nodded, "That makes sense." ”

The two looked at each other and fell silent.

After a long time, Murong Xuan said with a solemn look in his eyes, "Hetu, there are some things that I can't do, but there are some things that I can do." ”

Ning Chen saluted Murong Xuan, "Thank you Uncle Murong for your understanding." ”

"Hmm."

Murong Xuan regained his expression and pointed out, "This river and lake pays attention to martial arts luck, in fact, the battlefield is the same, luck, prestige and even strength are indispensable. ”

Ning Chen frowned, thoughtful.

"The Inner Saint and the Outer King." Murong Xuan looked at Ning Chen squarely and said four words.

Internally proclaimed holy, externally honored as the king.

Inside, alludes to the realm of one's own transcendence.

Outside, according to Murong Xuan's meaning, it should refer to this battlefield where there is no more turmoil.

Ning Chen's eyes lit up, and he pondered carefully, "Inner Saint, Outer King!" ”

"Since you have already claimed to be the king, why don't you take a step forward and confirm your reputation?"

Murong Xuan nodded Ning Chen's head in the air, "With your intelligence, you must be able to understand what it means." ”

Ning Chen clenched his fists and saluted Murong Xuan, "Thank you, Uncle Murong, for the light." ”

"Gone."

Murong Xuan pulled out his robe, rushed to the camp tent, took Murong Qingyi, and left overnight.

Following.

In the north, which has been in spring for a long time, there was a sudden heavy snowfall.

In addition, several major events that shook the plains of thousands of miles rose one after another.

First, the Murong royal family openly broke with Ning Hetu and drew a clear line from then on.

Second, the Yelu royal family made a comeback and began to recruit troops on a large scale.

Third, the royal family of Huangfu sent 50,000 troops out of the royal city, and the destination is unknown.

Fourth, the Shangguan royal family, who had been stationed in the garrison for thirty years and did not allow descendants to step out of the royal city, was finally ready to move.

(End of chapter)