Red River.

The total length is 800 miles.

Here, it has always been a place where soldiers must fight, the territory is vast, the terrain is dangerous, and it can be attacked and defended.

The most magnificent battle took place two hundred years ago, a battle that took place in the winter and snow, with a total of 290,000 soldiers and armor facing each other, each belonging to the two major feudal kings.

In the end, one will succeed and ten thousand bones will wither.

The two major feudal armies won half of the victory, and the battle ended with hundreds of miles of blood.

Over time, the Red River got its name.

Two hundred years later, the north is still in turmoil.

But after several wars, this area was directly broken apart, and the only historical relic left was the 800-mile-long Red River.

On the riverside, there is a pavilion.

Weathered all year round, dilapidated, and crumbling.

Strictly speaking, this gazebo, which has become a historical ruin, should have been reduced to dust a long time ago.

But in fact, near this pavilion, there was an earth-shattering battle in the rivers and lakes.

There is a young man from Tianzong who was born on Chang'an Street, one person and one sword, and wiped out more than 20 leaders in the rivers and lakes in one battle.

Since then, he has become famous in the first battle, and is privately called the lord of the 800-mile Red River.

The Red River was once the famous place of the young man surnamed Ning.

It is also the best place to see the Forbidden City from afar.

……

After Ning Chen learned of Ning Zhichuan's movements, he rushed back in one breath and almost fell.

In a split second.

One hundred and eight white-clothed guards, all of whom appeared on both sides.

Even Shen Jianjun, who was busy with things and couldn't pull away, had a premonition that things were not good.

Sure enough.

After Ning Chen returned to his residence, he first closed the door and then refused to meet anyone.

Shen Jianjun, Song Que, and all the remaining white-clothed guards all stayed in the courtyard, facing the inner room, and no one left the scene halfway.

It's not that I don't want to, but I don't dare.

When, after a sharp sword roared from the house, Song Que and Shen Jianjun's expressions changed drastically at the same time.

"What should I do?" Song Que asked Shen Jianjun restlessly.

Shen Jianjun gritted his teeth, and only one word popped out of his mouth, "Stop." ”

"Can you stop it?"

Song Que hesitated, cold sweat flowed on his entire forehead, he looked back at the nearby brothers of life and death, almost none of them had normal expressions, all of them frowned, and their expressions were urgent.

"Send a message to Bai Qi, and release the news in the north within an hour, saying that my Ninghetu is coming back."

"At the same time, tell the north that the Tuoba God will dare to hurt my father in the slightest, and all the blood relatives and relatives who are related to his Tuoba God will be punished within the nine clans, and no one will be left!"

Song Que and Shen Jianjun choked in their throats and looked embarrassed.

What they were worried about was not these, but Ning Hetu, who was standing in the inner room and not coming out.

"Do it now." A break came from the inner room.

Song Que was stunned, waved his hand, and motioned to one of the white-clothed guards, "Pass the young marshal's order, notify Brother Bai Qi, and let him release the news to the outside world immediately, just say...... The young marshal is going back to the north. ”

After that, there was silence.

Shen Jianjun and Song Que had already predicted what would happen next.

Just like at the beginning, Huang Tianci died in Gusu City, this chivalrous young marshal, regardless of everyone's advice, dragged his body that had not yet recovered and perfected, and fought to death the old swordsman of Xishu in Gusu City.

In that battle, his vitality was greatly injured and he almost died.

At present, Ning Zhichuan will be on the bank of the Red River for eight hundred miles, against the world's No. 1 Tuoba God General.

With the temper of his own young marshal, he will definitely rush to the scene today.

It was precisely because they anticipated the result in advance that Shen Jianjun and Song Que were restless for a while.

"Click."

After a long time, the door of the inner room finally opened.

Ning Chen held the Great Liang Dragon Sparrow in his hand, sat lightly on the steps, and held a fine fine cloth in his right hand.

Without waiting for everyone's reaction, all the swords were out.

The sword flashed.

Everyone at the scene had unnatural expressions and blocked their sight with their hands.

"Boom."

Song Que was so shocked that he knelt down on the spot, and said in a heavy tone, "Young Marshal, we have no objection to you going back to the north now, but can you, don't go to the banks of the Red River?" ”

Ning Chen raised the dragon sparrow high in his left hand, from top to bottom, carefully observed, and muttered to himself at the same time, "Since you killed Huang Tianba in Xishu, you haven't had a seven-inch Qingfeng for a long time, and all of them are out of the sheath. ”

Then, Ning Chen took a muslin cloth and slowly wiped the sword body.

Shen Jianjun's brows jumped, especially when he saw Ning Chen's action of wiping the Great Liang Dragon Sparrow calmly, he felt that his entire limbs were cold.

"Young marshal, that's the Tuoba Divine General, it's useless for you to go."

Shen Jianjun knelt down and begged Ning Chen to think twice before acting.

"Young marshal, please, don't go."

"Young marshal, don't go."

The entire courtyard, all those present, knelt down and begged Ning Chen not to go his own way.

Ning Chen gently returned the sword to the sheath without saying a word.

Shen Jianjun and Song Que saw Ning Chen's movements, and they all stood up, forming a human wall, blocking Ning Chen's approach.

"Young marshal, no matter what you want today, we won't let you leave here unless you kill us cleanly." Shen Jianjun said in a deep voice, word by word.

Ning Chen glanced at Shen Jianjun lightly, and there was only one word, "Let!" ”

"Young marshal."

Song Que and Shen Jianjun stood side by side, blocking the road ahead.

Ning Chen took a deep breath, his deep eyes closed tightly, and when he opened them again, there was a blood red, with tears and blood light, echoing each other.

"That's my father, the father who gave birth to me and raised me, if he dies, even if I kill the Tuoba God for three generations, what's the point?"

Ning Chen's words were sonorous and powerful.

"Young marshal, you can't go." Song Que shook his head violently.

A human wall gradually retracted, densely blocking Ning Chen's front road.

Ning Chen's expression was decadent, and he said in a sad tone, "You, do you want me Ning Hetu to kneel down in person, begging you to let me go?" ”

"We don't dare."

Shen Jianjun, Song Que and other iron-clad hot-blooded men were afraid that the young marshal would kneel down in front of him at a thought, so they all knelt down in advance.

"Let's!"

Song Que slammed his fists on the ground and sighed.

Ning Chen took a step, did not dare to delay at all, and left directly.

……

At the same time, all kinds of news spread all over the north.

There is a white-clothed Qing Xiangning River, re-emerging from the rivers and lakes, hanging a knife and standing on the bank of the Red River, waiting for the Tuoba God to cross the river.

There are heavy troops from Beichuan City out of the customs and parade around the border stops.

There are 8,000 heavy horsemen, all of whom are wearing armor, and the army is moving.

Of course, the last one was even more shocking, and Ning Hetu was ready to come back.

The former Tianzhong young man, holding a sword and returning home!

At this time, on the bank of the Red River for 800 miles, the river is surging and sparkling.

A fluttering man in white was sitting in the gazebo, quietly flipping the books in his hands, occasionally seeing interesting content, his eyebrows rose slightly, and he was overjoyed.

A few minutes later.

Outside the long pavilion, on the side of the ancient road, on the other side of the Red River, another slightly old figure appeared!