Outer King Inner Sage.

At this moment, Ning Chen can really afford these four words.

However, his expression did not fluctuate too much, it was very flat, as if he was facing a very ordinary thing.

Qingwu reacted, "You've been ready for a long time, use me as a whetstone?" ”

Ning Chen was silent.

That time, when Li Dangxin and Cao Xuanjia made a big fuss in Beichuan City, they fought with Cao Xuanjia several times halfway, and Ning Chen actually felt a trace of mystery.

However, to break through this kind of thing, one depends on chance, the other depends on comprehension, and in the end, it is fate.

Therefore, Qingwu's words are also reasonable.

He was indeed prepared to use the green black as a whetstone.

It's just that at the moment when the realm was pried just now, Ning Chen didn't expect that he could really go further.

Perhaps, it was the dead lame man who was protecting himself in the dark?

Ning Chen spread out his five fingers, looked at the complete line of life and death walking in his palm, smiled knowingly, and then clenched his fists tightly, "Cripple, when the door of the Nalan royal family is destroyed, I will go to Yanyun City to see you." ”

Laugh at!

The bright luster of the big cool dragon finch suddenly brightened.

The embarrassed Qingwu, his brows are twisted into a line, the more high-ranking people are, the more they will be exposed in their true form when facing life and death, where is there any backbone?

The trembling Qingwu almost knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

"You deserve death."

Ning Chen handed out a sword, and finally cut off Qingwu's head.

Blood bloomed all over the sky.

With a sword in one hand and the head of Qingwu in the other, in front of many peers in Taohuawu, he turned around and walked to the tomb of the fluttering catkins.

In fact, before breaking the realm, this young man was already covered with scars, and after successfully killing Qingwu, the breath that could not be lifted and fell finally collapsed like a torrent.

So that the pace is a little swaying.

After Lu Shen approached, he roughly inspected Xia Ning Chen's wounds, and his brows were deep, "It's a little troublesome." ”

"Take a few breaths and you'll be fine."

Ning Chen grinned, as bright as snow back then.

It's just that this battle, the killing of relatives and the great enemy, has indeed been resolved.

However, he did not have any sense of accomplishment, not even the slightest joy or even excitement.

It's as if everything has lost its reason to be happy.

From four years ago.

Single-mindedly avoiding the family power struggle until he was ambushed.

There was no green pear in the middle, and the white birch died.

Then there is Huang Tianci, the ancient three links, which are apologetic one by one.

Some people died for him, and some people went to die with all their hearts, but in the end, they were gone.

"I killed batch after batch of people, my hands were stained with blood, and now I have walked to the realm of Yasheng, this territory of 10,000 miles, almost invincible, but so what?"

"I'm living, unhappy ......"

Ning Chen sat in front of the fluttering tombstone, leaning against the stone tablet, muttering to himself.

There are some things that he only dares to say to his mother, even if the other party can't hear it, if he can say it, he will be satisfied.

Thin as a mosquito.

There were a lot of people standing outside, but no one approached, and Lu Shen also avoided it with interest.

He nudged with his thumb and opened the last jar of wine in front of him, and the former Chang'an boy sat there like this, drinking the liquor alone, spicy in his mouth, just like the state of mind at this moment, miserable.

Rouran, who had been quietly huddling in the corner, was finally the only one close to Ning Chen at the scene.

First, he moved slowly to pull out the silk scarf on the cuffs, and then wiped the blood and wine from the corners of Ning Chen's mouth, and his slender eyelashes blinked in the wind.

For a moment, it was very much like the green pear of the year.

Obviously, he was so angry that he was going to die the day before, and the next day he came to take care of Ning Chen with his cheeks puffed out, for fear that if he was negligent, his young master would not be able to eat and sleep well, and in the end he would be sad in vain.

"Are you alright?" Rou Ran looked at Ning Chen's shocking wound and wanted to help, but she didn't know where to start.

Ning Chen shook his head and didn't squeak.

The wind on the face is endless.

With the fragrance of peach and wine, they poured high into the sky together.

He lifted his head and clasped his hands around his knees.

Sit all afternoon.

Until, the soft sunlight gradually droops in the west.

Ning Chen, who is still in the world, would never have thought that this battle would have brought him the realm of Yasheng, but in fact, it had also changed his heart to a certain extent.

As a result, after successively destroying the Nalan royal family, smashing the old department of Ning Zhixiao, and easily breaking up the eight royal families, this young king, who was already at the peak of his life, disappeared completely overnight.

If you get revenge, you will leave.

The glory of the past and the prestige of the world were once again abandoned by him like dust and smoke.

It's a pity, this north, after all, can't live without him.

Many years later, the vast north fell into the second war, with foreign enemies attacking, tribes rising, dynasties vying for hegemony, and immortal generals sweeping the mountains and rivers.

In the end, it was impossible to hold out until the whole north was hit.

In desperation, a vast action of tens of thousands of people scattered all over the world to find Wang Ninghetu side by side gradually unfolded.

The king is back.

Such a magnificent picture has always belonged to only one person.

On that day, riding a heavy horse, wearing a python robe, and re-emerging from the mountain side by side, fighting for this beautiful mountain and river, and for the people in the world!

However, the current Ning Chen, after killing the Qingwu Sage, did have a little bit of boredom.

"Uninteresting."

When the sun set, Ning Chen pursed his lips, stood up, and bowed to his mother's tombstone.

The girl supported him softly and carefully, well-behaved and weak.

"Where's your home?"

Ning Chen knocked on his soft and smooth forehead and asked with a smile.

The girl immediately pressed her forehead, and by the way, she opened the five fingers blocking her eyebrows, and replied seriously, "My parents are no longer alive, and I have been a person in Taohuawu all these years." ”

When both parents die, everywhere is home, and everywhere is not home in the real sense.

"From now on, follow me." Ning Chen made the final decision, not giving Rou Ran the slightest room to refuse.

However, the girl still asked curiously, "Why?" ”

"Because, you're like her." Ning Chen muttered to himself, not loud.

……

When Ning Chen walked out of the peach blossom dock, it was already dusk.

He shook his body and felt that he was in good shape, so he gave up the soft support and walked in front.

At the top of the clouds, a little star began to appear.

In Beichuan, which was also under a piece of starlight, a certain towering man successfully reached the top almost at the same time that Ning Chen broke into the sub-holy realm.

In the past, the first in the world, the martial arts luck of Tuoba God General was finally turned into his own use by this ambitious killing god, and quickly broke through the sub-holy realm.

"Falling River, Cao Xuanjia."

After Bai Qi spit out six words in his mouth, his pupils lit up.

'The young marshal received three punches from you and almost died.

These three punches, I got up in vain, and I want to return them with my own hands! ’

At the end of the night, a ride left Beichuan City.

Dragged down the river, thousands of miles of reeds stretched into a line, and Cao Xuanjia, who commanded 50,000 iron hooves, felt uneasy for no reason.

Today there are only three watches.

It's too stuck.

It doesn't feel like the taste is right.

The more you write, the more biased it gets.

Then, on the 15th, it is recommended.

No. 17 needs to burst the score.

I don't know if I can do more, 10 chapters should be fine

Let me tell you in advance ...

(End of chapter)