In Fengming Palace, the Holy Lord of the Ji family came in person, and knew his orders and followed. Yun Ji looked at the two of them and ordered someone to come to the tea for entertainment.

"King Qi is in seclusion, it seems that I am really unfortunate to come here," Ji Yuechu said.

"Your Highness has some understanding of his cultivation, so he decided to go into seclusion temporarily," Yun Ji explained softly.

"Brother Ning has reminded me, but I didn't expect King Qi to be in seclusion, but it's a pity," Ji Yuechu said with regret.

In the seat opposite, Ning Chen picked up the tea and took a sip, without saying anything. This excuse is not very clever, but it is enough. At least, if he sits here, the Holy Lord of the Ji family will not easily cause trouble.

"Did King Qi say when she will come out of seclusion?" Ji Yuechu said in a narrow voice.

"It can be as little as more than a month, and it can be as much as a year or two," Yun Ji replied.

Ji Yuechu frowned, glanced at the young man opposite him who had never spoken, and had to give up the fleeting thoughts in his heart.

Although he was unwilling to admit it, this young man who was in the same era as his daughter already had the strength to compete with these old guys.

Such a person is not willing to be an enemy easily.

"Brother Ning, please consider what I told you before. My Ji family will definitely remember this relationship," Ji Yuechu mentioned again.

"Saint Lord, I understand your feelings as a father who wants to save your daughter. However, if the Ji family does not use those hidden powers, even if I agree to help, it will be difficult for Miss Ji to regain her divine bloodline," Ning Chen replied.

"What if the current strength of my Ji family, plus the help of Qilin Pavilion and Butian Pavilion?" Ji Yuechu said seriously.

"oh?"

Ning Chen heard this and a strange color flashed in his eyes, saying, "Saint Lord, please make it clear."

"Qilin Pavilion and Butian Pavilion each agreed to send a late-stage True Realm master to help with four early-stage True Realm masters. If Brother Ning also agrees to take action, I will be 90% sure that I can regain Yuqing's blood power," Ji Yuechu said seriously.

Ning Chen was silent when he heard this, looking at the tea floating in the cup, he never replied.

"Brother Ning, that Miss Murong should be from the Yingui Sect of the Hongluan Star Domain, right?" Ji Yuechu said.

Ning Chen paused his hand and calmed down, saying, "It seems that the Holy Lord knows it."

Ji Yuechu nodded and said, "When Lord Butian mentioned the girls around you, I guessed that it was you, and deliberately concealed this matter. Brother Ning, I said that these are not to threaten you, but just to say that the Ji family is willing to be your friend, and I hope Brother Ning can also help the little girl this time."

Ning Chen sighed softly and said, "When?"

"Five days later," Ji Yuechu spoke.

Ning Chen shook his head and said, "Wait for another five days, and in ten days, I will devote my efforts to help the Holy Lord regain Miss Ji's bloodline power."

"Ten days?"

Ji Yuechu heard this and frowned slightly, weighed for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay, I will wait ten days later, brother Ning, ten days later, I will wait for you to come at Ji's house."

"It must" Ning Chen nodded.

"Then I will say goodbye first. Miss Yun, I will ask His Highness Qi for you, and I will disturb you."

Ji Yuechu got up, looked at the woman not far away, and said politely.

"Yun Ji will bring you the Holy Lord's words, so let's go slowly." Yun Ji stood up and went forward to show off.

Ji Yuechu nodded, and did not stay any longer, turned around and walked out of the hall.

Yun Ji sent her out of the hall and looked at the former's back as she left. After a moment, she looked back at the young figure in the hall and said, "Young Master Ning, do you really want to help the Ji family attack the Nether Palace?"

"Um"

Ning Chen nodded and said, "When I first arrived at the Hongluan Star Domain, I had already become a grudge with the Ming Palace. Even if I don't go to find them, they will come to me sooner or later."

"Young Master Ning, be careful. I heard from Your Highness that the strength of the Underworld Palace was once ranked at the peak of many inheritances in ancient times. Except for the underworld, it is unparalleled. Although it has declined now, no one knows how much strength this giant still retains," Yun Ji reminded seriously.

"I will pay attention, thank you Miss Yunji for reminding me," Ning Chen replied.

After Yun Ji walked to the throne in the hall, she reached out to take out a simple and beautiful sword and said softly, "This is Your Highness's Fengming Sword. Your Highness said, if you encounter a strong enemy, I will temporarily lend this sword to the young master. The young master has a Fengyuan. With this Fengming Sword, his strength will be higher."

Ning Chen looked at the sword in the woman's hand in front of him, and after a moment, he reached out to take it and said, "Thank you."

The sword came out three inches, and the red clouds filled the sky. A strange light flashed in Ning Chen's eyes, and the phoenix essence surged in his body, pulling each other.

Seeing this, Yun Ji's face flashed with surprise, a strong aura flashed across her face.

As the sword tip returned to the sheath, Ning Chen's aura gradually subsided. He nodded and then turned around and left the palace.

Looking at the figure gradually fading away in front of her, Yun Ji sighed in her heart. Since she met, she couldn't see through this person. Regardless of her strength or thought, this person seemed to be hidden in the fog and never showed it to others in reality.

Perhaps, only the women around him can understand him.

In the West Courtyard, Ning Chen took out the Fengming Sword and handed it to Qingning, and said softly, "This is the Fengming Sword that His Highness, Princess Qi, asked Miss Yun Ji to borrow from me."

"You agree to the request of the Holy Lord of the Ji family?" Qingning took the sword and spoke.

"Um"

Ning Chen nodded and said, "Miss Ji has taken care of Ruo Xi and Wulei after all, and the grudge between Ming Palace and me, this time, let's end it together."

Qingning heard it, was silent for a moment, nodded, "If you agree, you agree. Ten days later, Ruoxi and I will return to Zhongzhou with Wuxi. This girl's injuries need to be recuperated for a long time and stay in the palace of Qi. It is not suitable."

"Take Yin'er with you, she hasn't been back for a long time. Senior Sword Master and Yin'er's mother must have missed this girl too," Ning Chen said softly.

"Okay, but this girl is unlucky and can't stay idle. She probably will be shouting to come to you in a few days after returning home," Qingning said helplessly.

"If she wants to come back, she can just come by herself. She has the sword moves I sent, plus the Western King's hairpin. As long as she doesn't encounter too powerful enemies, she will be able to save her life." Ning Chen replied.

Qingning nodded slightly, with a gentle look on her face and said, "When you first brought her, she was just a little girl who couldn't afford to stay in bed. I didn't expect that her cultivation is already higher than you now, and time passes really fast."

"Yin'er has a good talent, a simple mind, and is quick to practice. If the original awakening given to her by the senior Tianyuzhe in the future, I might not be able to beat this girl," Ning Chen sighed.

Qingning smiled and said, "No one will be able to control her by then. You, a master, have to work hard, don't be surpassed by this girl."

"If you exceed it, you will exceed it"

Ning Chen smiled gently and said, "As a teacher, don't you just hope that your disciples can surpass you and surpass you? If Yin'er can really surpass me one day, and she will be famous all over the world, my master's face will be shining."

"Young Master, Murong is awake"

Not far away, the door opened, Ruoxi walked over and said.

"Go and spend more time with her," Qingning said softly.

Ning Chen nodded and walked towards the room ahead.

"Little Sister"

Ruoxi called out, and tears unconsciously lingered in her eyes, making her sadness unstoppable.

Qingning sighed lightly and said, "Ruoxi, this is something that no one can change. Murong understands, Ning Chen also understands that Murong chose freedom at the beginning, at least, she never regrets it."

Ruo Xixian held his hands tightly, and there was hatred in his tears. Yin Guizong and Butian Pavilion were extremely hateful to sacrifice an innocent woman in order to maintain the so-called alliance.

In the room not far away, Ning Chen sat by the bed, looked at the woman who had just woken up on the bed, and said with a gentle expression, "How do you think?"

"It's much better." Murong smiled weakly and replied.

"Sleep a little longer. More rest will be helpful to your body," Ning Chen said softly.

"I won't sleep anymore. I've been in the house for too long. I'm a little bored. Can I help me get up? I want to go out for a walk." Murong looked at the view outside the window, and his voice was faintly heard.

"Um"

Ning Chen responded lightly and stepped forward and carefully helped him up. His movements were so gentle that he seemed to be worried about breaking the porcelain doll in his arms.

Murong stood up, walked out of the room with the help of the people around him, and walked outside.

The Fengming Palace in autumn is extremely beautiful, with maple leaves flying in the sky, fiery red like flames, which makes people fascinated.

Murong looked at the maple leaves in the yard and showed a bright smile on her face. She missed too much in this life, but she didn't expect that in this last day, she would get another happiness that she would never dare to hope for in her life.

The epitome of the ten-day day gradually passed among the red maple falling all over the sky. On the ten-day day, Ning Chen never left Murong a step, accompanied him day and night, watching day and night.

The body-eating of the Yellow Spring, the toxicity spreads. Murong's beautiful eyes gradually lost their brilliance, and they could not see the maple leaves or the sunset. However, with the company of the people around him, Murong always had a smile on his face.

"Young Master, you have to remember me..."

As the words fell, Murong leaned on the shoulders of the people beside him and fell asleep forever, with a hint of satisfaction, a hint of reluctance, and a hint of regret.

Ning Chen sat there quietly, no longer seeing any fluctuations in his eyes. Perhaps it was too deep and he no longer knew what the pain was.

Behind, Ruoxi's body kept trembling and turning, tears fell down, wetting her clothes.

On the side, Qingning looked dim. Is this the will of heaven? It’s the will of heaven that cannot resist or the fate that cannot be defied. So what’s the use of their practice?

The cold wind blew, and red maples were flying all over the sky. Ning Chen got up, picked up the woman beside him and walked forward, and said softly, "Sister Qingning, help me bury Murong well. The agreed time with the Ji family is approaching, I'm leaving."

"Um"

Qingning nodded, took out the Fengming sword and handed it to the person in front of her, and said, "Be careful all the way."

Ning Chen responded lightly, took the Fengming sword, and without saying anything, he walked out of the courtyard.

Looking at the young master's departure, Ruoxi flashed with sadness. Why, this time, she could no longer feel any emotional fluctuations in the young master. Isn't it really painful?

Outside Fengming City, the figure in red clothes was moving forward with a terrible calm look on his face, and he could not see any turbulence.
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