The five hundred black-clothed guards of the Ning family came with a lot of people, and in the end they only took away a corpse.

Ning Cong, the second son of Ning Zhixiao, still couldn't escape the same fate as Ning Xuan, and died on the bank of the Mohe River.

As the night gradually sank, five hundred war horses crossed the mountains and rivers, passed through Beichuan City, and entered the plain area in the rear, Guo Zixu deliberately slowed down, occasionally moving his gaze sideways, aiming at the deputy leader next to him.

A young man whose real name is Jiang Jun.

Three years ago, the young marshal of the Ning family accidentally 'died', and the power fell to the side, and many high-level leaders of the Ning family began to expand their personal power on a large scale, and at the same time interspersed henchmen into the core positions of the Ning family.

For example, their current black-clothed guard just installed Ning Zhixiao's henchman, Jiang Jun, a year ago.

That is, the deputy chief.

When Mohe was shocked to meet Ning Chen just now, Jiang Jun could be regarded as witnessing the young hero, almost one person under ten thousand people, although he was unwilling, but he dared not speak out.

Now that the centaurs have returned to the northern plains, their somewhat settled hearts can no longer be restrained.

"Hmph."

The man, whose status in the team was second only to Jiang Jun, snorted coldly and said with a monstrous grievance, "If there is such a result today, how can I explain it when I go back?!" ”

"Ning Da is in charge of the house, but he has clearly given instructions, and he can't save people, so he came to see him, but you Guo Zixu ......" Jiang Jun turned his head and said gloomily, "I was the first to kneel down after seeing Ning Hetu, and ordered the black-clothed guard to put away his sword and give up the charge, if you disobey the order so openly, Ning Da will definitely not let you go." ”

The master of Ning in his mouth is Ning Zhixiao.

Guo Zixu glanced at the other party with a sneering look in his eyes, and said lightly, "Aren't you kneeling too?" ”

Jiang Jun, "......"

"I'm forced by the situation, otherwise, do you think Lao Tzu wants to kneel? The entire Ning family, except for the Ning family and the six princes, who is qualified to make me Jiang Jun kneel and bow with sincerity? Jiang Jun hammered his chest with his right hand, pretending to be arrogant.

At this time, the team of more than 400 war horses walking side by side pulled the reins of the horses slightly, stayed in place for dozens of seconds before continuing to follow.

These dozens of seconds of pause allowed Guo Zixu and Jiang Jun to advance the entire team, at least ten meters.

Such a subtle change, Jiang Jun did not notice it immediately.

Guo Zixu knew it.

"Guo Zixu, when you return to the Ning family, I must report to the Ning family, and let him condemn you to death." Jiang Jun didn't realize the change in the situation, but he was still indignant and angry.

Guo Zixu looked up at the dark starry sky with a smile, then touched his nose and muttered, "You, you can't go back......"

"Huh?"

Jiang Jun suddenly felt a killing intent, turned around suddenly, and found that the team behind him was at least dozens of meters away, and they were all staring at him with a calm face.

Jiang Jun gasped, his pupils widened, and cold sweat rolled down his forehead like droplets.

"Sonorous."

Guo Zixu's eyes flashed, his hand rose and fell, a big head, soared into the sky, and finally rolled into the grass next to him.

Away from home!

Because the speed was so fast, Jiang Jun's stiff body for a moment didn't have time to fall off the war horse, and he was silent for a few seconds before falling into the grass on his back.

"Well killed, Lao Tzu has long seen that he is unhappy, do you really think that Ning Zhixiao will be able to use chicken feathers as arrows to show off his power by inserting him into our black-clothed guard?"

A northern man with thick eyebrows and big eyes in the back opened his mouth and quenched a mouthful of saliva, calling out that he was better killed, and he was more happy than his mother getting drunk.

"I'm waiting for this Ning family's black-clothed guard, although I am not qualified to become the young marshal's descendants, but there were many people in the team who followed the young marshal back then, how could they easily mutini and become other people's loyal subordinates? Right? ”

"That's heartwarming!"

In the back team, there were subtle discussions and hearty laughter one after another.

Guo Zixu wiped the blood stains on the surface of the blade, and after sending the knife back to the sheath, his face was still calm, and he only dropped one sentence halfway, "Continue to hurry." ”

As for Jiang Jun's corpse, no one cares about it at all, it seems that he is going to bury the corpse in the wilderness and become the food for the falcon.

After walking forward for a few minutes, a person caught up and asked, "Brother Guo, let's go back, how do you explain?" ”

"Well."

Guo Zixu showed a smile and said indifferently, "Let's just say that we can't win the battle, and finally snatch back Ning Cong's body at the cost of one of our casualties...... Well, that's fine, do you understand? ”

"Haha, this reason is perfunctory, isn't it? Will Ning Zhixiao believe it? ”

Guo Zixu took a long breath and said seriously, "You don't need Thaksin, the sixth prince just needs to believe it." ”

Mention the Six Princes.

The whole team suddenly became solemn, and their expressions gradually became solemn, or they were puzzled.

Today's Ning family is almost shaking up and down, and the Manchus are shocked, only the high sixth prince is always as stable as Mount Tai, and he lets the people below make a mess.

"I don't know what attitude the sixth prince has towards the young marshal?"

"But this time Ning Cong is also dead, the sixth prince, you should have to open your mouth to make a statement......"

Since then, nothing has been said.

Near Mohe, Ning Chen, Bai Qi, Shen Jianjun and a few others have not left yet.

Bai Qi seemed to have something to say.

He hesitated for a few seconds, and finally knelt down on one knee in front of Ning Chen, and said in a deep tone, "Young Marshal, about Senior Huang's matter, it was indeed planned by Bai Qi and Senior Huang. ”

"After all, you are the boss who I swore to follow all my life, and now the old wounds are riddled with precariousness, and I can't bear it in vain, and my conscience is even more ashamed, so my subordinates can do whatever it takes for the sake of the young marshal."

"When Senior Huang secretly informed me, it was Bai Qi who single-handedly blocked the news about you in Gusu City, the purpose was to let Senior Huang feel at ease under Old Huang Monster's Xingtian Sword...... Hit the road. ”

"If the young marshal is to blame, he can return his life for nothing!"

In the battle in Gusu City, if there was no Bai Qi to operate in advance, the Huang Old Monster of the Xishu Sword Pavilion would definitely not dare to kill the killer, if so, the wisp of martial arts luck that belonged to the Huang Cripple and would only be released after death would not be successfully passed on to Ning Chen.

Ning Chen looked at his palm in a trance, his brows twisted into a line.

Although Huang Cripple was already old and decrepit, and his time was short, but in the end, he left him Ning Chen in such a way, in the end, he was still very sad in his heart, very sad......

"The green pear is dead, and the yellow cripple is gone, and from now on, I will not allow any of you to have anything to do with it." Ning Chen turned his back to Bai and said in a deep voice.

After Bai Qi stood up, he gently patted Ning Chen's shoulder and comforted, "Young Marshal, what Senior Huang wants to see most is actually that you are making a comeback, and the king is back, and you can't let him down." ”

Ning Chen hummed, closed his eyes, and murmured silently in his heart, "Cripple, I still owe you a beautiful funeral, you wait, Hetu will personally carry the coffin for you!" ”