The two talked for a long time. When the sun sets, Xia Yanwu left. He had revealed enough sincerity and just waited for Ning Chen to give him an answer.

He believed that Ning Chen would make a correct judgment. Now that the situation is mixed in the battle for the throne, it has gradually become tilted. In the end, strength will definitely determine everything.

After the third prince left, Ning Chen still sat quietly on the seat, drinking the cup of tea, and pondering seriously.

He will make a choice at that time, no matter the third prince or the tenth prince, one person will always ascend to the throne.

"Mingyue, do you think who is the emperor of the third prince or the tenth prince?" Ning Chen looked at the little girl who was bored to play with Ye Mingzhu and asked softly.

"You are suitable," Mingyuetou said without raising her head.

"..." Ning Chen was speechless and had no more chatting.

At this moment, the old butler walked into the hall and said respectfully, "Marty, someone else sent this letter outside."

Ning Chen frowned, tore open the envelope and took out the letter inside. Seeing the signature of the letter at the end, his eyes narrowed slightly. It was him.

This is a letter of war, sent by Mu Qianshang.

He is about to enter the innate world, and before this, he wants to understand the unfinished battle.

He owed him a favor. In the past, if Mu Qianshang did not let him enter Qingshuang Valley, he would not have been able to get the Lingjinghua. He had to go this time to fight.

"Mingyue, I want to go out, are you going?" Ning Chen glanced at Xiao Mingyue and asked softly.

"Go" Mingyue jumped off the chair, put away the night pearl, and went forward to stretch out her hand.

Ning Chen held the little girl's hand, immediately gave a few instructions to the housekeeper, and left the Marquis' Mansion.

In the Haowu Palace, Xia Ziyi, as the first prince to be crowned as the king, is also the largest of several princes. It can be seen how much Xia Huang valued the eldest prince of Daxia during his lifetime.

When Ning Chen and Mingyue came, the Ninth Princess was about to leave. When she saw the two of them coming, she sat down again.

"How is the injury?" Xia Ziyi asked. He knew that Ning Chen's injury was much worse than the rumors outside.

"Not at the moment," Ning Chen replied.

"What's the matter when I come here?" Xia Ziyi said suspiciously.

"Can the ink sword be repaired?" Ning Chen said slowly.

Xia Ziyi shook her head and said, "It will take some time. Why do you suddenly ask about this? With your skills, even if you don't use a sword, it is enough to deal with anyone under your innate nature. Why bother to hurry up?"

"This time is different," Ning Chen sighed softly and said, "The opponent is Mu Qianshang, I have to move the sword."

"The Young Master of Cijiantian Pavilion?" Xia Ziyi frowned slightly. He had heard of this person. The swordsmanship was born, and even the elders of Cijiantian Pavilion were defeated by him. Now he was just waiting for the moment of entering the innate world to arrive.

"Yeah" Ning Chen nodded and briefly told them about the matter.

"It's indeed a bit troublesome." Xia Ziyi said with a sad face. It's okay for others to say that Mu Qianshang is a genius in the sword that has not been released for a hundred years. If Ning Chen had no sword, his chances of winning were too slim.

With the cultivation of the two, ordinary swords are definitely not good. If they don’t match a few moves, they will not be able to withstand it and collapse on their own. The autumn water in his hands is contaminated with too much righteousness in the Confucian school, which will have a significant impact on Ning Chen.

"Brother, have you forgotten that there is actually a sword in the palace, but I don't know if my mother is willing to lend it," Xia Xinyu reminded.

"Dayin Qingque Sword" After the Ninth Princess reminded him, Xia Ziyi also remembered and frowned again.

"This is the sword from the previous dynasty, and the queen may not agree," Xia Ziyi said with some uncertainty.

Ning Chen thought for a moment, stood up and said, "I can't care about that much anymore, I have to give it a try, bright moon, let's go."

"Go now?" Xia Ziyi was stunned and asked.

"Time is tonight," Ning Chen said helplessly.

Xia Ziyi was slightly shocked. It seemed that Mu Qianshang was about to step out, otherwise he would not have been so anxious.

"Xinyu, you can go back together, too," Xia Ziyi turned her head and said softly.

"Well" Xia Xinyu hesitated for a moment, but nodded.

The three of them walked towards the palace. Ning Chen never spoke because he had something to do. Xia Xinyu was slightly embarrassed. Since the last time she was accused of marriage, she has been very afraid of being alone with Ning Chen.

Mingyue is so heart-wrenching that she looks like a mirror in her heart, and she doesn't say anything, looking at the bad guy, then looking at Xia Xinyu, and then curling her lips.

She felt that this Ninth Princess of Daxia was not worthy of a bad person.

Xia Xinyu felt Mingyue's gaze even more embarrassed and deliberately avoided Xiao Mingyue's gaze.

Ning Chen also came to his senses at this time, glanced at the little girl, and immediately understood what was going on. He gently patted Xiao Mingyue's cloth hat and said, "Child, don't think too much."

Mingyue smiled foolishly, looking as pure as a little white flower.

The three of them quickly entered the palace. Logically speaking, it would be very troublesome to enter the palace at this time, but Xia Xinyu and Ning Chen had different identities, so no one dared to stop them. The guards at the palace gate immediately released the tokens in their hands.

Changsun was not in Tianyu Hall, but returned to Weiyang Palace. Ning Chen was not convenient to enter the harem, so he could only wait in Tianyu Hall.

After waiting for a while, Qingning came first and asked him and Xiao Mingyue to wait for a while.

It took a long time before Changsun and the Ninth Princess came over. Xia Xinyu was holding a mahogany box more than five feet long, engraved with dragon patterns and covered with yellow turbans, which looked extremely noble.

"Return it back immediately after use," said Changsun Zheng.

This is the sword from the previous dynasty. It is logical that it cannot be born again, but it is related to Ning Chen's safety, so she has to make an exception.

"Sure" Ning Chen promised.

Borrowing a sword was much smoother than I thought. Ning Chen did not stay for a long time and took Mingyue away.

"Be careful, if you can't beat it, you will admit defeat." When Ning Chen left the hall, Changsun spoke.

"Hehe" Ning Chen paused his feet, chuckled, and then continued to walk.

Give up? Maybe.

After Ning Chen left, Changsun looked at his daughter beside him and sighed, "Xinyu, my mother hopes that you can carefully consider your marriage with Ning Chen, don't wait until you miss it before regretting it."

Xia Xinyu was silent and nodded gently.

On the way back, Mingyue was tired and didn't want to walk. Ning Chen had no choice but to carry the little girl again. It took a long time since she carried it, and Xiao Mingyue sank a lot.

"Bad guy, are you sure to win?" Mingyue lay on Ning Chen's shoulder and said softly.

She doesn't understand these things, but it doesn't mean she can't see the worries in the eyes of others. The bad guys still have injuries on them. Since he returned from the Buddha Kingdom, he has not fully recovered.

Xiao Mingyue didn't know that Ning Chen was seriously injured again two days ago. Now he can be said to be injured in the old and the whole body.

"Of course I'm sure when did I lose?" Ning Chen said relaxed and smiled gently. He always showed his best side in front of Mingyue.

Mingyue tightened her arms and whispered, "I'm waiting for you at home, so I won't go and cause trouble for you."

Ning Chen smiled and said, "When did you become so sensible? It seems that our Mingyue is about to grow up."

"I don't want to grow up"

Mingyue didn't say anything later. When he grew up, he couldn't carry her.

The breeze blew past the two of them, and the little cloth hat was shaken. The long hair in it contained the most beautiful trust in the world. In just a few months, too many things happened, but this trust and dependence never changed.

The two returned home, Mingyue ate some food and went to bed. Tonight, she did not bother Ning Chen to listen to the story.

The Dayin Qingque Sword was inserted into the stone slab in the courtyard, Ning Chen stood quietly, nourishing his spirit, and lifted his fighting spirit to the peak of his life.

This is the fairest battle he has since come to this world. There is no grudge or profit, and he only competes for the best and worst in martial arts.

Prince Yan's Mansion, the contemporary legend of Daxia has been looking at the direction of the Zhiming Hou Mansion. The sword frame in front of him does not move. He thought he would come to borrow the sword, but he did not come. It would be fine. This is a fair battle. What kind of brilliant sparks will be created. He will wait and see.

The most important thing for a warrior is that Ning Chen is distracted by him too much. Since he entered martial arts, there has never been a battle for himself. Once the battle is mixed with conspiracy and interests, he loses too much.

He really wanted to see where Ning Chen could reach his full strength with his entire strength.

In the Marquis of Zhiming's Mansion, the fighting spirit became heavier and heavier. The Dayin Qingque Sword was windless and trembled gently. The next moment, the sword rushed into the sky and drew out the most beautiful light.

"Come"

A young man, a hundred miles away from the imperial city, slowly spoke after seeing this ray of light above the sky.

In the Daxia Imperial City, several eyes saw the sword full of fighting spirit, and their faces were shocked. This sword came from the Marquis of Zhiming's Mansion.

"Go and see" in Lingyan Pavilion, Su Feiyan got up and walked out of the Pavilion.

"Yes," Qiu Lan responded and immediately followed.

At the Ksitigarbha, Xia Yanwu left the tent, and after a moment of silence, he stepped out of the military camp.

At the same time, in other directions of the imperial city, everyone above the ninth rank, came out. They wanted to see with their own eyes whether this Daxia Zhiming Hou was really as powerful as the rumored one.

In Weiyang Palace, Qingning stood in front of the door with Changsun, looking at the West, and praying silently for this battle.

In the west hall of Taili Si, red candles swaying, Yin Wugui stood quietly in front of the window, wearing a charming big red robe, reflecting his ordinary look, without saying a word.

"Young Master, don't you go and watch it?" Shang Han said softly. He knew that the young master was concerned about this battle.

"No, the master of the Ministry will not lose." Yin Wugui shook his head and said calmly.

The moon is like a hook, and the lights of thousands of families are drawn out. Ning Chen leaves the mansion, stepping, neither hurry nor slow, and after a few steps, a faint shadow is left.

The Dayin Qingjue Sword in the sky fell and returned to the sheath with a loud bang.

The simple-clothed man with a sword is no longer bound by conspiracy tonight, and his fighting spirit is even sharper than a sharp sword.

A quarter of an hour later, the simple clothes appeared a hundred miles away from the imperial city, and the moon at midnight illuminated the entire world.

"please"

Under the mo white cloak, the demonic eyes were like the moon. This was the most handsome man in the world. His body and sword were all in the world.

"please"

He spread his hands in plain clothes, his tail was cold and windy, and his calm face was still as good as before, but he was full of fighting spirit, and he was sharp and sharp.

The two strongest under the innate nature finally officially stood facing each other. Tonight will be the most peak battle under the innate nature.

"Bang"

The next moment, frost and snow fell, and the two bodies were slamming...
Chapter completed!