The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

In the early morning, the sun was shining. In the open space in front of the tribe, the sound of sword collision was heard all the time, attracting most people to watch.

In the competition, it was Ning Chen and Ming Cheng.

The ink sword dances in the sun, blocking every angle of the machete attack. Ning Chen suppresses his body to the same level as Mingcheng, but still has an overwhelming advantage.

Prince Yan was also watching. He was not surprised at the result. Although Ning Chen didn't learn martial arts for a long time, he fought as many times as anyone else. Moreover, most of his opponents were people whose accomplishments were much higher than him. In terms of combat experience, he was very rich.

The ratio of martial arts to Taoism is nothing more than cultivation, foundation and moves. Besides, experience is the most decisive factor.

"Ka"

in the battle, there was an accident. At the moment when the swords collided again, there was only a click. At the next moment, Ning Chen's wheelchair crashed and flew out.

Suddenly, Ning Chen frowned, ink sword on the ground, his right hand turned, his body upside down.

In a moment, the machete came face to face, cold as the moon, fast as lightning.

Facing the light of the unavoidable sword, Ning Chen's left hand coagulates his fingers and clangs to hold the machete. He takes advantage of the situation and releases his force to the invisible. He immediately releases the blade, cuts his sword finger and points to Mingcheng's shoulder.

He points his strength through his body and hides nine dew one. Ning Chen has a good move. He doesn't attack any more. He pats the handle of the ink sword with his right hand and withdraws from the battle.

At the same time, with a wave of Prince Yan's hand, a chair flew out of the tent and landed just where Ning Chen landed.

This hand is so casual that no one even notices it, and no one even thinks that this young man with no martial arts atmosphere is one of the most terrible congenital strong men in the world.

In the field, the machete in Mingcheng's hand has fallen to the ground. The numbness on his shoulder has been lingering for a long time, and he can't even lift it.

"Brother Ning is a good swordsman. I feel inferior to him." Mingcheng is not a stingy person either. If he loses, he will lose. His left hand will gradually bend a machete and admit defeat.

"Brother Pei is polite." Ning Chen sits on the chair, grabs his hand, and the ink sword and scabbard fly back. With a clang sound, the ink sword goes into the scabbard and is inserted on the ground.

"Brother Pei's Sabre technique is as sharp as electricity, but it's not like orthodox martial arts." Ning Chen frowned with pity and said nonsense.

"It's impossible. Qingjia's Sabre technique is the most orthodox martial art in northern Mongolia. How can it be an ornamental move?" sure enough, Mingcheng was deceived and immediately denied it.

"Alas"

at this moment, Ning Chen and Prince Yan both sighed that they were too tender.

"I've lost, but I'm not good at learning. Brother Ning, don't slander the Qing family's Sabre technique any more." Mingcheng doesn't know if it's deceitful and continues to look solemn.

"Brother Pei, don't blame me. I've been impolite!" Ning Chen bows a gift, apologizes a way, the attitude is right can't be right again.

The tone that sees rather Chen apology is sincere, the facial expression of Ming City this just looks good some, no longer care about the former's impolite words.

When the fight was over and the excitement was over, the crowd applauded and then came to an end, going back to their homes and doing their own work.

"Big brother AHU, don't forget my wheelchair." Ning Chen can't move, can only sit on the chair, toward the far away AHU came a voice.

"Know" a Hu also loudly a voice return a way.

For a whole morning, Ning Chen sat in a daze in the open space outside. He couldn't go anywhere. He could see the beautiful grassland scenery directly.

"Do you want to get up for a walk?" I do not know when, Prince Yan came over, light way.

"No, you are busy with your" Ning Chen refused without hesitation.

"Then you go on" and Prince Yan turned and walked towards the tent.

"Master, what did you say to that girl yesterday?" The fire of eight trigrams in Ning Chen's heart is hard to press, can't help but shout toward the former's back.

When he returned to the account last night, he happened to meet Peiyan, who went out with red eyes. He was very curious. He thought of midnight all the time, and almost lost sleep.

"I didn't say a word," Prince Yan replied without looking back.

Ning Chen a Leng, then can't help bursting out a word, depend!

No wonder the girl almost cried. He wanted to leave space for them. How could the elder refuse? No matter how hard it is, it's OK to refuse directly.

Yesterday, through AHU, he knew that the identity of Peiyan was not ordinary. Her grandfather was the leader of Pei's tribe, which was the chief of this area.

He had a good impression of this girl. She was a little weak and sentimental, but she was still a good kind girl.

Such a gentle woman is more like a lady of the Central Plains than a girl on the grassland.

He also heard that Pei Yan is proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and she likes the culture of Daxia very much.

He also heard that this Peiyan girl has a heart ache, the whole grass original Lin Daiyu.

He also heard that Peiyan's mother died just after she gave birth to Peiyan because of her heartache.He also heard that Pei Yan might not live to be 25 years old, and more than one doctor said so.

Ning Chen thought more and more and felt very angry. Yesterday afternoon, he went to great lengths to collect information outside. He was willing to find out Pei Yan's birthday, but he drank tea in the tent for a long time.

At this time, a little girl's voice sounded in the grassland, anxious tone, suddenly let many people pay attention to it.

"Miss fainted"

as soon as the voice fell, the old man with white beard in the tent not far away immediately walked out, looked gloomy, and quickly walked towards Pei Yan's tent.

Then there were Mingcheng, the doctors on the grassland, and a lot of people.

Ning Chen's head thinks hard that the heart disease should be a heart disease in his world, and the girl is congenital, so the possibility of cure can be ignored.

Rhombic crystal flower has a wonderful effect on heart injury. Unfortunately, he's gone.

As for whether he would take out the crystal flower if he had it, only the last genius knows.

There is no hypothesis in this world, so the girl is probably dead.

Cruel as it is, this is the reality.

Pei Yan account, the doctor is for its pulse, look more and more dignified, showing that the situation is not optimistic.

"How's Yan'er?" asked the old man with white beard.

"Patriarch, I've tried my best." the doctor sighed softly and continued, "the young lady's body was already very weak. Before, I suggested to cheer for the young lady, just to see if there was any miracle. Now it's no longer necessary"

"how can I" smell the words. The old man with white beard faltered under his feet and turned pale. Yan'er hasn't married yet. How can I So I left.

"Chongxi, yes, Chongxi!"

At this time, the old man with white beard only had this idea in his mind, but he couldn't manage so much chaos. He directly calmed down and ordered, "come on"

"Zai" several men to walk in.

"Go and get the wedding dress of the young lady, and let the young lady get married tonight, and take good care of the two people"

"yes" several men are ordered to leave.

On one side, Ming Cheng's face showed a touch of worry and said, "patriarch, is it wrong to do this? The young man named Ning fan is very powerful. It's better not to offend him"

"I can't manage so much, Yan'er's business is the most important thing." the old man with white beard said in a deep voice.

What happened inside the account, Ning Chen outside the account didn't know at all. At the moment, he was still waiting for his wheelchair to finish.

The scorching sun from east to south, and then to west, Ning Chen sat there, about to be bored to crazy, suddenly found that the atmosphere in the tribe gradually became a little unusual.

Several girls on the grassland keep walking around with all kinds of things in their hands, and even red candles, red paper and so on, which are only used in festivals and weddings.

Ning Chen didn't take it seriously at first. Later, he felt that it was wrong. A thought flashed by and he couldn't help opening his mouth.

Forced marriage, isn't it?

It's a big deal. Ning Chen has a headache. Prince Yan of Daxia is forced to marry. Who will believe it when it's said?

"Brother Ning, your wheelchair is ready"

just when Ning Chen has a headache, he suddenly hears ah Hu's loud voice coming from afar. He can't help but feel very happy. Now he can run quickly.

However, when he saw the wheelchair, he almost didn't cry. He was wrong. He shouldn't believe that Zhang Fei could embroider.

Where is this wheelchair? This is a chair with wheels.

"Brother AHU, thank you Ning Chen gnashes his teeth to thank a way.

"Ning little brother is too polite" AHU is a thick line, very happy to accept the former's thanks.

Ning Chen sat up and felt that he would not fall apart in a short time. Then he was a little relieved. Let's go and buy another one at the king's Court of northern Mongolia.

"Brother AHU, what are they doing?" Ning Chen points to the busy grassland girls and asks in a low voice.

Ah Hu looked around, immediately lowered his head and whispered, "I tell you, don't say it's me"

"it's necessary" Ning Chen's head is like a chicken pecking rice.

"I hear my mother-in-law say that Miss Peiyan is seriously ill, and the patriarch is going to celebrate for her tonight," AHU said in a low voice.

"Rely on, true false, you don't deceive me" rather Chen intentionally reveals surprised way.

"Is there a fake? "It's true." ah Hu patted his chest and almost swore.

"AHU elder brother, you go back first, I won't say it's you," said Ning Chen.

Ah Hu left contentedly. Ning Chen immediately turned his wheelchair and came to the tent where Prince Yan was. He said, "elder, ah Hu said that you are going to be forced to marry. Can we run?"

in the tent, Prince Yan glanced at Ning Chen and said, "this is the solution you have been thinking about all day?"

Ning Chen is a little ashamed, but in the twinkling of an eye, no, he is ashamed of fart, this matter is not he provokes."Hurry up, surround the tent and don't let them run away"

at this time, there is a thick voice of prairie men outside. Immediately, the sound of hasty footsteps comes. Listen, there are No. 100 people.

"Well, it's too late to run now." Ning Chen sighed helplessly. He was very upset. How could he fight all day long.