Changsun thought for a long time, and in front of him, Qingning and Jian Gonggong knelt for a long time.

"Lime, prepare the pen and ink"

After a long time, Changsun sighed and spoke.

"yes"

Qingning stood up, then quickly took the pen and ink and placed it on the table beside Changsun.

Changsun quickly wrote two letters, folded them, handed them to Qingning, and said seriously:

"Two letters, one is sent to the Marquis of Triumph's Mansion, and the other is placed on Ning Chen, and it is handed over to the dean of Tiancang Academy."

Qingning took the letter and immediately went out to make arrangements.

The sword worshiper thanked him, and a trace of relief flashed across his tired face. If the one was willing to take action, Ning Chen would be saved.

The two left, Changsun looked at Ning Chen in front of him, his eyes full of complexity. No matter what, you won 20,000 war horses for Daxia. If you don’t hide your merits, I will help you again.

After a while, Qingning walked back, took Ning Chen away, and then left the palace.

Not long after Qingning's side left, an urgent order came from the north, causing Changsun's expression to change drastically.

The Northern Meng Royal Court sent troops!

This is a major event that has changed dramatically, and the peace that has been maintained for nearly twenty years has finally been broken.

However, this time the person who led the troops was no longer the former Marshal of Northern Mongolia, but a woman named Fan Lingyue.

The people's customs are bold and unrestrained, and the Northern Meng royal court, who worships the strong, can let a woman lead the troops? This puzzles many people in Daxia.

However, Changsun, who has been paying attention to the changes in the Northern Meng royal court in recent years, knows very well how terrible this woman named Fan Lingyue is.

This time, Daxia really encountered the strongest opponent.

The Northern Frontier has the command of Beiwuhou, which should not be a problem in a short period of time, but this time the Northern Meng royal court is coming in full force, which will definitely be extremely difficult to resist.

In the distant Kitajohara, Fan Lingyue was in front of the army, watching one war machine slowly moving forward, a faint sadness flashed across her beautiful and pale face.

"Ahem"

The cold wind blew, and Fan Lingyue covered her mouth and coughed several times. Seeing the slight blood redness of her palms, she immediately covered it without saying a word.

"Military advisor, please pay attention to your health"

The young general who was always following Fan Lingyue said with a sad look on his face.

"kindness"

Fan Lingyue nodded, looked at the direction of the Daxia Imperial City in the distance, sighed lightly, and then turned around and walked towards the commander's tent.

Unfortunately, Daxia's fortune has not yet reached its worst time. However, Wu Jun from the first hall of the Eternal Night God Sect has come out of seclusion, and the issue of sending troops can no longer be delayed. The most important thing is that she has not much time left...

The country where she was born was so scarce that most people lived in poverty for many years. If they wanted to solve this problem, they could only invade and invade everything.

The marshal of the Northern Meng Royal Court is old, and the current king is still young and cowardly. She can only lead the troops herself to help the Northern Meng Royal Court conquer a huge dynasty as much as possible.

And Daxia was the biggest obstacle in front of her, and she had no choice.

The only shameful thing is that the few secret chess she set up before was disrupted, otherwise, the current situation would be more beneficial to the Northern Meng Royal Court.

The little eunuch named Ning Chen appeared too suddenly and too strangely. No matter what, it must be removed.

What she dislikes the most in her life is variables!

"How is Qing Wuyou talking to the Eternal Night Sect?"

In front of the tent, Fan Lingyue paused slightly and asked softly.

"Ye Wujun agreed to send out ten thousand pantheon heavy armor, but put forward the conditions to increase the original 20,000 war horses to 30,000," the young general replied respectfully.

"Change, tell Qing Wuyou not to waste time any more, and transport the heavy armor back as soon as possible."

Fan Lingyue narrowed her eyes slightly and said softly that the most important thing in the Northern Meng Royal Court is horses. In comparison, the heavy armor of the Ten Thousand Pantheon has a much greater effect in her hands.

Not only did she become bigger in the Eternal Night God Cult, she had to have the courage to pull her teeth when she wanted to make a skin with a tiger. Now the biggest enemy of both sides is Daxia, and the Beimeng Royal Court and the Eternal Night God Cult are far from conflict in a short time.

"Yes," the young general nodded, and then watched Fan Lingyue walk into the tent.

The military advisor’s account is not allowed to enter as long as it is not summoned or matters of great importance. This is the rule, the rule set by the military advisor.

There were coughing sounds in the military tent from time to time, which were slight, but so clear.

...

When the Northern Meng royal court sent troops, to the west of Daxia, the First Temple of Eternal Night was located on high stone steps. The previous desolation had long disappeared, and in turn, one majestic side hall after another appeared.

After the ban is lifted, the world-famous temple of the Eternal Night will reappear on earth, which will undoubtedly bring the most drastic changes to the world's pattern.

In the first temple guarded by the temples, a tall figure sat on the throne, staring at the distance with a look of disgusting eyes, and the powerful aura made the surrounding space twist.

This is the most powerful person in the world, the first temple master of the Eternal Night Divine Sect, a powerful existence that transcends the acquired boundary.

In an ancient city not far away, a man wearing blood clothes and difficult to tell the age opened his eyes at the same time, looking towards the West, and his expression gradually became solemn.

He knew that the Wujun of the Eternal Night Sect was about to go to war.

The martial lords of the Eternal Night God Sect have been brave and good at fighting, and warlike people will surely rise once they leave the customs.

The Blood-Clothed Marquis got up, summoned the deputy general, gave a few instructions, and then walked to the city alone, waiting for the war to start.

The Wuhou of Daxia also existed for war.

The Great Xia Palace was sent to the Tianyu Hall one by one secret report after another. The Xia Emperor, who was sitting on the dragon throne, looked as calm as water. His eyes kept flashing with cold splendor.

The war has not officially begun, but the atmosphere of war has spread rapidly in the Daxia Imperial City. In just three days, one whistle horse after another came from the West and the northern border, and other secret contact means told in detail about the situation on the front line.

The people of the imperial city did not panic much. Daxia has been prosperous for thousands of years and invincible for thousands of years, which has also made the people of Daxia develop an indescribable self-confidence. They have not hesitated from the heart that Daxia will not lose.

No matter whether this confidence is good or bad, at least it will relieve the soldiers who maintain the Imperial City.

The people still live as usual, at most they have more topics of conversation after having enough food and meals.

Of course, the wonderful rumors about the envoy of the heroic eunuch in the palace still account for most of the chapters of Storyteller and Tavern waiter.

So legend, so popular, this is the truth that will never change.

No one knew that the protagonist they mentioned had already walked around the Huangquan Road, but in the end he was rescued by the more legendary director of Tiancang Academy.

However, although his life was saved, Ning Chen was broken because his legs were damaged too seriously and his legs were broken.

Whether it is acceptable or not, this has become a fact, so there is a young man who often sits in a wheelchair and stares blankly in the academy.

The academy does not support idle people, and Ning Chen is reluctant to enter the academy with relatives who cannot be far away from the Triumph Marquis' Mansion, so he has no privileges.

So, the academy arranged for him the only job he can do now, chopping firewood!

Most of the students in the academy are sons of aristocratic families. The worst ones are also in the name of a genius that is rare in ten years. They are full of talents and there are so many geniuses all over the streets. Ning Chen is naturally the least conspicuous among such a group.

The Triumph Marquis Mansion is famous, but Ning Chen, a relative who is obviously inseparable from all sides, is destined not to be affected by the military gods.

Changsun thought so too, so he didn't plan to arrange a dazzling identity for Ning Chen.

The dean who treated Ning Chen's injuries disappeared when he woke up, and all the remaining arrangements were made by a middle-aged man.

It is obvious that the middle-aged man looked down on Ning Chen very much, but he did not make any sense of embarrassment. He left after arranging his job.

Over time, Ning Chen became a very special existence in the academy. Students are not students, and gentlemen are not gentlemen.

Simply put, it is a messenger who can freely enter and exit the academy.

Since her legs were broken, Ning Chen became silent, and his former smile never saw him again. Many times, he sat there and stared in a daze for an hour.

During my days in the academy, I was just chopping wood and practicing every day, and I rarely talked. Over time, the students in the academy even thought that this was a mute.

Chopping firewood is a very monotonous job. Ning Chen has a foundation in martial arts and is easier to chop than ordinary people. By chopping, each knife can chop two almost the same size.

Time passed day by day, and the firewood-slicing knife was dull and silent, and the people in the academy were used to having such a weird person, which was not surprising.

The academy is actually very big. Ning Chen is located in the quietest corner. There are not many students and there are less trouble.

There are several gentlemen and a master in the academy. The master is old and rarely teaches and rarely listens to them.

However, Ning Chen likes Master’s class and listens to every class, and listens very seriously.

The Master is an old man who is even more silent than him, with white beard and white hair. He is really old and it takes a long time to finish a class, so the young students don’t have the patience to listen.

The Master was very knowledgeable and proficient in poetry, calligraphy, etiquette, and in the words of the Master, he naturally knew more after living for a long time.

Since Ning Chen's legs became crippled, he has slowed down, walked slowly and learned slowly, so he liked the same slow Master.

Sometimes, the Master finished teaching a day after a class, and everyone was finished, leaving Ning Chen alone in the simple classroom, and the Master would slowly finish the class.

At night, Ning Chen went back to chop the firewood that had not been chopped during the day. The rest of the time was either to practice or sleep, and there was nothing else to do.

...

This autumn, the Great Xia promulgated a new calendar, recording the beginning of the war.

In the autumn of the New Year, the King of Beimeng raised troops and dispatched 300,000 troops to Beizhangyuan, preparing to launch a large-scale attack on Daxia.

However, a heavy snow that had been ahead of schedule for nearly a month changed all this and delayed the war that should come for four months.

This was a sudden heavy snow, no one expected it, the Imperial Heaven Supervision of Daxia, and Fan Lingyue of the Northern Meng Royal Court did not expect it, the arrival was so sudden that it disrupted everyone's plans.
To be continued...