Five hundred black-clothed guards, laughter like thunder.

Take another look, on the other side of the Mohe River, Ning Chen, with an ethereal posture and a transcendent temperament, everyone's hearts seemed to have something heavy, and it disappeared without a trace, just like a dark cloud dissipating and seeing the sun.

A few years ago, that accident indirectly led to a great shock in the entire north, and the Ning family was even more troubled internally and externally, although in recent years, they have continued to recuperate and recuperate, and their vitality has recovered.

But, Ninghetu is three words.

It has always been a heart disease for the three generations of the Ning family.

After all, this young marshal used to be the backbone of the Ning family, the pillar, and the leading figure in the northern rivers and lakes.

At this moment, the young marshal of their Ning family, who was once in the middle of the day, stood close to him alive again, still as he was back then, clear and beautiful, peerless.

Just ask, how many people are not excited?

Guo Zixu let out a sigh of relief, raised his head, and muttered casually, damn that the wind and sand were too big tonight, and they actually fascinated his eyes.

Actually, where is the wind tonight?

It's just that the mood is so excited that I unconsciously wet my eyes and almost burst into tears.

Bai Qi, Shen Jianjun, Song Que and Hongyao were lined up and stood behind Ning Chen.

The stars and the moon are shining brightly, slowly falling.

They looked at the five hundred black-clothed guards on the other side of the Mohe River, who still maintained their awe after seeing the Ning River map again after three years, and sighed with emotion.

The family is big and has many members.

But there is never only one real pillar.

Since the sixth prince of the Ning family has grown old, the real leader of the huge Ning family has always been the young man in his early twenties who has been sharp.

Three years apart.

No matter how long he is away and how much he loses.

There are some things that can never be forcibly possessed by outsiders.

For example, the human heart.

At the beginning, when Ning Chen had not recovered his memory, Nalan Guanyin clearly told him that even if you are no longer in the Ning family and no longer in the north, but now and today, as long as you raise your arms, there are still countless people who will work tirelessly, step through the ice, and come for you.

In the front, there is the killing god Bai Qi, and in the back, there is Chen Qingzhi, a white horse and a silver gun, Xiao Li Guanghuarong, and his henchman Ning Hetu's henchmen back then, one hundred and eight white-clothed guards.

And also...... Majestic, high-spirited and generous to death, the sword broke the Huang Tianci of Gusu.

"Young marshal, when we were on the way, we had some mare's milk wine, and it was rare to go back to the north, can you drink it?" Guo Zixu and the others obviously had no intention of turning around and leaving.

Ning Chen nodded.

Guo Zixu immediately drew his knife to cut off the reins that bound the mare's milk wine, and respectfully handed it to Ning Chen.

Ning Chen didn't say a word, opened his mouth and poured it, the liquor was burning, and it was really hearty.

"For the first time in three years, I left home...... So close. Ning Chen raised his head and looked up at the brightest Big Dipper in the starry sky, his gaze slowly descended, staring at the far north.

There.

It used to be his hometown.

It used to be the place where he made a name for himself in World War I.

It is also a place where oneself is broken and sunk in the sand, and success is lost.

"It's a pity that some people in the Ning family haven't been frightened yet, and they need to go north to join the clan after a while...... But no matter what, sooner or later, the young marshal will kill back. ”

Bai Qi stood behind Ning Chen, his voice was as calm as ever, he also looked at the northern position, and his eyes were shining, it was a lingering killing intent.

He is the confidant of Ning Chen's henchmen, and he has always known his young marshal best.

Therefore, there are some potential purposes, Bai Qi can see through them at a glance, but Ning Chen has always stood still and never mentioned the agenda of going north to enter the clan, and this is the reason.

Ning Chen remembered something, so he mentioned, "The list of all the forces involved in the murder of me that you scavenged at the beginning, remember to prepare another one, and when I am free one day, I will visit them one by one." ”

Bai Qi didn't reply, and stood quietly behind Ning Chen.

"Young marshal, this glass of wine, we salute you!"

On that side, the five hundred Ning family sons and daughters fought side by side, lined up, across the other side of the Mohe River, raised the wine bag high, and said in a sonorous tone.

Ning Chen's gaze swept over these young faces one by one, with an indifferent smile on the corner of his mouth, and then raised the wine bag high, and said loudly, "I, Ning Hetu, respect you together." ”

Originally, he came to rescue Ning Cong, but at this moment, the five hundred black-clothed guards of the Ning family were all drinking and laughing.

I don't know, how will the so-called big man of the Ning family, Ning Zhixiao, who thinks he is in power and covers the sky with one hand, feel?

The breeze is coming, and the sound of the waves is still the same on the Mohe River.

Ning Chen took a long breath, quietly feeling the soft breeze on his cheeks, and his expression gradually became intoxicated.

Clear water wild horses, boiling wine world.

The sword is romantic.

Three years later, Ning Hetu's heart once again captured the artistic conception of freedom and happiness of the year.

He closed his eyes, shook his head slightly, and while enjoying the mellow liquor in his lips and teeth, he subconsciously murmured, "The world is above me...... As soon as he entered the rivers and lakes, the emperor was laughing and talking, not like a drunk in the world. ”

"It's not like a drunken ...... in the world"

Bai Qi touched his nose, looked at the wine bag in his hand, and the corners of his mouth flashed with a smile that was finally relieved, when the young marshal had an accident and could not be rescued, in fact, he was the most guilty, so that he lived in the world for three years, it seemed to be beautiful, but there was always a lifelong regret in his heart.

Now with the return of Ning Hetu's iron blood, this regret is naturally gone.

Bai Qi, who finally let go of the burden in his heart, really wanted to get drunk, so that he could vent the depressed emotions accumulated for three years cleanly and thoroughly.

Sonorous.

At the same time, the Great Liang Dragon Sparrow suddenly trembled, slowly hissing, and seemed to be catering to Ning Chen.

On the other side of the Mohe River, five hundred hot-blooded sons suddenly heard Ning Chen's muttering, and he was stunned at first, and then everyone laughed, and they were emotional for a while, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

They know that their young marshal was not only peerless and strong in martial arts, but also talented and rich in five cars, at the age of seventeen, a song "Jianghu Into the Array", famous in the north.

Therefore, the three generations of the Ning family, almost all of them are familiar with this song from the hand of Ning Hetu.

When Ning Chen softly pressed down the last word 'drunk', Guo Zixu raised his head and stared at Ning Chen, his tone was excited, high-pitched as thunder, "Today I am drunk with my sword, and I have never washed right and wrong in the sea." ”

Sonorous.

The five hundred members of the Ning family suddenly drew their knives and sang in unison, "The white bones are like mountains and knives are like the moon, and several people from the rivers and lakes have returned to the ...... since ancient times"

"How many people are back?"

Our young marshal is back!

"Young marshal, we are in the north, waiting for you to come back and say goodbye."

Drive~

Five hundred war horses, looking up to the sky and neighing, bursts of iron hooves, rolled up.

Ning Chen looked at the five hundred black-clothed guards of the Ning family, gradually drifted away, and finally bowed slightly, and muttered in a low tone, "All live well, and when I Ning Tu goes north to enter the clan, we will have another hangover." ”

A hangover.

If you don't get drunk, you can't go home!