Ning Chen is not sure what Tianchi is, but the innate elixir of Daxia is a magical medicine that all warriors in the world of heaven yearn for. It is said that each one can make a strong man at the peak of the acquired world have a chance to enter the innate realm.

There are only three such amazing things left in Daxia, and they have not been successfully refined in a century.

It can be said that these three innate pills are the treasures that Daxia attracts the world's strong people. Most of the worshipers in the palace are willing to surrender to the palace for many years for this innate pill.

Ning Chen has never expected it, so there is no disappointment.

"Ahem"

Suddenly, Yue Ling covered her mouth and coughed. Not far away, the old woman's expression changed and she immediately stepped forward and stuffed a pill into the former's mouth.

"Miss, it's windy outside, let's find a place to stay overnight first."

"Yeah" Yue Ling nodded, and a sickly pale flashed across her beautiful face.

"What disease does Miss Yue have?" Ning Chen asked with a hint of concern on his face.

"The root of the disease that has been caused since childhood is not intrusive." Yue Ling smiled tiredly and replied.

"Since that's the case, let's rest in this Qifeng Tower." Ning Chen glanced at the pavilion behind him and spoke.

The old woman looked unhappy and was about to speak, but Yue Ling raised her hand to stop her and said softly, "Let me listen to the young master."

After a while, the three of them asked for two rooms in the building, one in Ning Chen and one in Yue Ling and the old woman.

When he returned to the room, the old woman finally couldn't help but express her dissatisfaction, "Miss, how can you spend the night in this fireworks place as you are!"

"He can do it, why can't I do it?" Yue Ling asked back and said.

"He is a man, and how can he compare his identity with the lady?" the old woman said unwillingly.

"Men, woman, ho"

Yue Ling smiled faintly. If she cared about these things, she would not have done so many things that seemed to be ruthless in the world. As for identity, although this thing is useful, it is the most annoying.

In this strange place, she no longer wants to be bound by these boring things.

"Miss, please rest quickly. We will still have to hurry after dawn," the old woman persuaded.

"Um"

Yue Ling nodded, then walked to the bed, lay down with a tired look on her face, covered her with a quilt and clothes and slept.

The old woman blew the light and sat quietly on another bed in the house, regulating her breathing and meditating.

In another room, Ning Chen sat in a wheelchair, looking out the window, staring blankly and silently.

"bite"

Late at night, the bustling streets fell into silence. At this moment, a crisp ringtone rang in the distance, so clear that it seemed as if a silver needle fell on the ice.

Ning Chen's eyes shrank, and he looked at the black shadow coming from afar, and his heart was raised.

"bite"

In the gloomy ghost energy, a ghost sedan chair in the underworld came from afar, with black and white impermanence opening the way, raising its foot with a cow head and horse face, and taking one step ten feet, which is extremely strange.

Seeing such a strange phenomenon, Ning Chen couldn't calm down immediately and was shocked. Is there really ghosts and gods in the world?

With a bang, Ning Chen slapped the table with both hands, and flew out from the second floor with his body and a wheelchair.

After landing, Ning Chen grabbed Hei Wuchang in front of the ghost sedan, but passed through without any obstacles as if he was traveling through a shadow.

"how so"

Ning Chen's eyes shrank, his body circulated, and he swung the hatchet and slashed towards the ghost sedan chair in the underworld.

"Bang"

The hatchet slashed on the cow's head, and a spark gradually emerged, but the ghost sedan chair in the underworld was still moving forward as before, and was ten feet away in a blink of an eye.

Seeing the ghost sedan chair leave, Ning Chen turned into a sword and slapped the wheelchair, and his body turned into silver light.

"A flying geese, a sword in the world"

A sword that was almost as close as Fei Hong slashed at the ghost sedan chair. However, the horse face blocked the way. When he looked back, he was caught in the soul and glanced at him. Ning Chen was suddenly severely injured and fell to the ground, and his mouth was vomited.

"madman"

At some point, the old woman appeared beside Ning Chen and spoke sarcastically.

Ning Chen ignored her, patted the earth with both hands, flew up and down onto the wheelchair, and then slowly walked towards the building.

After this brief encounter, Ning Chen felt even more confused. The previous black and white impermanence, the bull-headed and horse-faced face was obviously not a warrior. If this is the case, wouldn’t there really be ghosts and gods?

"Ahem"

The mentally damaged, Ning Chen coughed violently, suffered severe pain in his brain, and had an indescribable emptiness in his drowsiness.

"Young Master Ning, you are too reckless this time."

Yue Ling was also awakened by the movement outside the house, came to Ning Chen, stuffed a pill into the latter's mouth, and said with reproach.

"It's only necessary to understand the doubts in your heart."

Ning Chen did not refuse Yue Ling's kindness. The pill entered his mouth and suddenly became a spicy clear stream, and the severe pain in his mind immediately healed a lot.

"I've disturbed the girl and rested"

Looking up, Ning Chen said apologetically.

"kindness"

Yue Ling nodded, Ning Chen did disturb her from resting.

Hearing Yue Ling's uneasy answer, Ning Chen rarely showed a hint of embarrassment on his lips. The real thing was not the habit that had always been on his face.

After a long struggle, the old woman took Yue Ling back to her room to rest, and Ning Chen also returned to her room to calm down.

At dawn, Ning Chen opened his eyes, pushed open the door, and saw Yue Ling and the old woman in front of the door, knowing that they were here to say goodbye.

"You're leaving?"

"kindness"

"There will be a period later"

"There will be a period later"

The two said goodbye, without the reluctance of parting, nor without the sadness of parting. A gentleman's friendship is as light as water, so how can you act like parting and cherishing?

"I saw the sword move that the young master used last night. I will leave this sword now as a ritual of acquaintance."

Yue Ling took a black sword from the old woman and gave it to Ning Chen, saying.

Ning Chen didn't answer and said softly, "I already have a hatchet."

Yue Ling still put the Mo Jian in Ning Chen's hand and insisted, "A hatchet is not for fighting after all."

Ning Chen did not refuse anymore, brushed his hands across the body of the Mo Jian and sighed "Thank you"

"No, see you again if you are destined to be"

After the words came, Yue Ling turned around and left, leaving so freely without any nostalgia.

The old woman glanced at the ink sword in Ning Chen's hand, her expression changed again and again. In the end, she didn't say anything and turned around and followed.

The ink sword has no sheath and the sword edge is not exposed. It is not a peerless sharp sword. It is also very heavy in your hand and can be used at will by extraordinary people.

However, Ning Chen liked it very much, and there was no reason, just like it simply.

The road north was still about to go. Ning Chen found a blacksmith shop in the city and built a scabbard. It was also as dark as ink and could not see the sharp edge.

After the hatchet and the Mo Jian were placed side by side on the wheelchair, they tied them with cow tendons. Ning Chen showed a hint of doubt on his face. Now, is he considered a convergence of swords?

Please note that no one will give him this answer. Ning Chen set off on the road and went north from Luoyue Stream. The knee-high snow was very deep and it was very difficult to walk.

Most of the wheels in the wheelchair were lost. Ning Chen turned the wheels with both hands, and insisted very much, refusing to stop.

The wheels were covered with snow, and two rows of footprints could be seen vaguely on them. Perhaps they were left by pedestrians who were rushing to go. The moon stream fell for thirty miles. Ning Chen walked for two days and one night. At sunset the next day, he finally walked out.

Leaving the mountain stream, the willows are dark and the flowers are bright, and there is no obstacle from the cliffs on both sides, the view becomes much wider.

"Um?"

Suddenly, Ning Chen's eyes shrank fiercely, and in front of him, there were corpses everywhere, and blood stained the white snow.

The elderly, women, children, and children are all without exception.

Ning Chen is now rarely angry and angry, but when he sees this scene, his anger burns the Nine Heavens and his murderous intent in his eyes.

The wheelchair was crushed with blood stained with the blood of the deceased and the resentment of the deceased. The more Ning Chen was indifferent, the colder his eyes became, and the colder his eyes were, and the blue veins on his hands were revealed.

The knife wounds on the corpse were uneven, and the property on the body was also looted. It was obviously not done by the warriors, but by the act of robbers.

The Great Xia Dynasty was established for more than a thousand years and the attacks on the mountain bandits and bandits were extremely severe. More than a hundred years ago, a Wuhou even sent a personal expedition, which almost disappeared in the Daxia territory.

No one expected that this day when the mountains were blocked with heavy snow, such an inhumane scene would appear here.

The horse's hooves are still there, indicating that the bandits have not gone too far. However, the bandits have horses, and Ning Chen not only has no horses, but even his legs are broken.

Ning Chen is a very stubborn person. He used to be, but now he has not changed anything because of his broken legs.

The wheelchair was walking on the snow, leaving behind blood all the way, and the further he walked, the fainter the blood was.
To be continued...