Ning Chen finally stood up with a disappointed face, looked up to the southwest, and was silent.

Hongyao got up at the same time, still holding a handkerchief in his hand.

Ning Chen couldn't bear it, rubbed Hongyao's face, and forced a smile, "I'm fine." ”

"Yellow ......"

Hongyao is not good at words, twisting and pinching a few times, I don't know how to ask, although I can't speak, but I don't know in my heart, the old man who helps himself from time to time to ride a horse and watch the flowers, may never go back.

Ning Chen took the red medicine.

The red medicine burrowed into Ning Chen's chest, hugged it with both hands, and suddenly, his eyes were inexplicably red, and tears the size of beans rolled down.

"Don't cry, we're all fine." Ning Chen looked at the southwest position from afar, and raised his head stiffly, not letting anyone see his sad and lonely appearance.

Hongyao put his hands behind his back, wiped his red eyes, and buried his face deeply in Ning Chen's clothes.

Who at the scene didn't know that the saddest thing at the moment was actually him Ning Chen.

The bad old man who laughed and was sinister, the bad old man who always had a belly of crooked truths and bad ideas, after all, he had been with him for decades, and the depth of his feelings was unmatched.

"Bring the wine."

After a long time, Ning Chen took a deep breath and opened his mouth.

Chen Qingzhi and the others looked at each other, did not dare to delay, and immediately ordered the white-clothed guard to serve wine.

The wine is the most famous rice wine in the south, with a sticky color and a sweet mouth.

"Young marshal, we will drink this glass of wine with you." Shen Jianjun's eyes were blood-red, and with a wave of his big hand, he motioned to all the white-clothed guards, everyone served wine, and faced southwest.

Ning Chen spread out his five fingers and hung in the void.

Chen Qingzhi respectfully handed over the white porcelain bowl, poured it full of rice wine, and finally quickly poured a bowl for himself.

After that, including the two women of Hongyao and Nalan Guanyin, each of them had a glass of wine in their hands, and their expressions were solemn, facing the southwest position, the distant Gusu City.

"If you are born, they will all rejoice."

"If you die in that Gusu City, Lao Tzu will set foot in the Xishu Sword Pavilion."

"Ning Hetu, do what you say!"

Ning Chen faced the sky on his back, opened his mouth and poured it down, and finally raised his right arm and smashed the porcelain white bowl fiercely.

"Stepping on the Xishu Sword Pavilion!"

"Stepping on the Xishu Sword Pavilion!"

"Stepping on the Xishu Sword Pavilion!"

Bang bang bang.

In the end, the porcelain in the courtyard cracked, one by one, like a white lotus blooming in a pond, the breeze blowing, and the fragrance of wine overflowed.

It's just that this magnificent picture has a solemn and solemn atmosphere.

Ning Chen clenched his hands and stared at the sky in a daze, with a resolute expression.

……

Three days ago, Huang Cripple led the old horse that was as thin as himself and appeared outside Gusu City.

He quietly stared at the now prosperous Gusu City, a pair of slender eyes that were already cloudy, full of memories and sentimentality.

Thirty years ago, he made a name for himself here, fought with a sword, and lost everything here as well.

Thirty years later, this sword genius who had broken his right leg and expelled from Gusu City had already become one of the strongest swordsmen in the deep mansion compound of the Ning family.

The north once made a force value assessment of the major rivers and lakes, mentioning the Ning family, not counting the six princes and the young man's edge, including the talented Ning Hetu, the first force value is the killing god Bai Qi.

This peerless general, to some extent, is more appropriate to call him the god of war.

As everyone knows, the entire Ning family, except for the six princes and Ning Hetu, who was too demonic in his early years, the strongest person has always been the sword ghost Huang Lao Xie, but the small is hidden in the wilderness, and the big is hidden in the city, and the outside world rarely understands it.

"Back then, you cut off my martial arts foundation and ruined my good future, hoping that I would not die well in this life, but I must not have expected that your own brother would have an epiphany and hold the sword again one day, right?"

The yellow cripple smiled, revealing a mouth full of yellow teeth.

It's just that after that, he shook his head and said helplessly, "It's a pity that you have also gone one step further and ranked among the top ten people in the world in terms of force value......

Jianghu martial arts.

Ten people are the strongest.

Huang Laowei, the founding master of the Shushan Sword Pavilion in Gusu City, had increased by leaps and bounds in force decades ago, and sat in the top ten in one fell swoop.

Nine of the top ten in the world deserve their name.

There is only one person, which is incredible, and even rare in a century.

At the age of less than twenty, in the battle of the Red River in eight hundred miles, holding the Great Liang Dragon Sparrow, he killed thirty-three swordsmen in one battle, and took away the sixth name in the world, and this is still the estimated force value.

Since then, it has been famous in the north and extremely prominent!

His surname is Ning, and his name is Hetu.

If it weren't for the well-planned and unpreventable murder a few years ago, perhaps the current young marshal of the Ning family would have been on an equal footing with Huang Laowei, or even surpassed.

Once, this young man surnamed Ning solemnly promised him Huang Lame that when Lao Tzu is free one day, he will take a trip to the Shushan Sword Pavilion in Gusu City for you.

This is not a joke.

It's a pity, the will of heaven is created, fate is tricked, Huang Cripple has witnessed the rise of the demon of the Ning family in the whole process, and also witnessed him fall from the altar and lose everything, and now he is watching him be riddled with dark wounds, living day by day and earning day by day.

I can't bear it.

"Jianghu martial arts, the force value is enhanced, first, you need innate qualifications, and then you need to work hard the day after tomorrow, and in the end, you have to rely on a little martial arts luck."

"Now that the life and death line in the palm of the young master's palm is completely broken, the popular drugs in the world can only be contained, not eradicated, the only feasible way is to fight for that wisp of martial arts luck with my life, and take my life for the young master!"

"Since Heng and Zhu are all bent on death, why do you want to come to Gusu City to turn over the river and the sea, right?"

The yellow cripple squinted, patted the back of the old horse beside him, and looked up at Gusu City in the long yellow sand.

The old horse, whose real name is Aman, seemed to be able to understand the words of the yellow cripple, and rubbed his palm quite spiritually, and his eyes the size of a jujube core were filled with a lingering sadness.

"I've arrived in Gusu City, you can go back."

The yellow lame man untied the reins of the horse, patted the ass of the skinny horse that had followed him for many years, and urged.

The thin horse cocked his tail and bowed his head around the yellow cripple, unwilling to leave for a long time.

Huang Cripple didn't make a sound, pulled the sword box behind his back, and walked straight to Gusu City.

Aman, who was still on the spot, suddenly raised his voice and hissed, and his tone was sad.

Huang Cripple stood in the rolling yellow sand, turned his head, glanced at Ah Man deeply, and showed his signature smile, "Bad old man, I don't have a chance to see the young master holding the big cool dragon sparrow again, and it is rare to meet opponents in the rivers and lakes, but you have ......"

100 meters later, Huang Cripple stepped into the city of Gusu in one step.

In an instant, the heavens and the earth changed color, and the wind surged.

On both sides of the street, passers-by in a hurry suddenly felt that today's weather was quite strange.

Even in the void, there is an invisible, intangible, oppressive atmosphere.