The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

Xiaomingyue doesn't adapt to the cold of beizhangyuan. Ningchen carries it up and leaves soon.

He planted the seeds of peace for xiaomingyue, hoping that one day she would have teeth.

He can't change fanlingyue, he can only try to change the future monarch of northern Mongolia.

This is the world has been devastated by war for too long, can not fight.

After beizhangyuan, it's not far from xingchaoguan in Daxia. Ningchen takes xiaomingyue for a night. Before noon the next day, he finally arrives at his destination.

Ning Chen takes the mask that has been prepared for a long time, incarnates as a middle-aged man, and leads xiaomingyue into xingchaoguan.

Today's Xingchao pass is guarded by Marquis Qinghe. Before the end of the war between the two dynasties, this Marquis Wu, who has the longest generation in the great Xia Dynasty, should always guard here.

Daxia has lost Yan Guicheng, can't Lianxing chaoguan has lost.

Ning Chen came to Xingchao pass, first with xiaomingyue found an inn, and then let the little girl help him make a mask.

"What are you going to do?" Mingyue helps the bad guys make up and asks curiously.

"Go to Wu Hou Fu" Ning Chen honest way.

The old Marquis in Xingchao pass is the father of his eldest grandson. He has received too much kindness from his eldest grandson. Since he came here, he must pay a visit.

"Oh" Mingyue nodded and didn't ask again. After hearing this, she knew she couldn't go with her.

"Be careful," said the moon.

"All right" Ning Chen calmly returns a way, although hear old Marquis Ye some old-fashioned, but this time of courtesy he can't lose.

After the mask is finished, it will take half an hour to dry. Ning chenjing thinks about it. He immediately takes the pen and ink, takes out the moon shaped jade pendant in his arms, dips it in the ink and prints it on the paper.

Mingyue is worried all the time. She always feels that the bad guys will not go well this time.

Seeing the worry in the little girl's eyes, Ning Chen rubs the latter's hair and says in a soft voice, "don't worry, it will be OK"

after waiting for a while, Ning Chen puts off the mask on her face, changes into the old middle-aged man's appearance, and then gets up and walks towards the door.

"Wait for me to come back"

with an admonition, Ning Chen leaves slightly, hoping nothing will happen.

It's about an hour's journey from the inn to the temporary residence of marquis Wu in Xingchao pass. Before arriving at the residence of marquis Wu, Ning Chen went out of his way to find a deserted place and put on his mask. When he reappeared, he was a young man with an ordinary face.

Half an hour later, Ning Chen finally came to the house of marquis Wu. In front of the house, two bodyguards stood upright in battle armor.

"I have something to ask to see Marquis Wu, and I hope the general can inform me." Ning Chen takes out the letter and hands it to one of the guards, politely.

"Waiting here"

the bodyguard took the letter, without any nonsense or embarrassment, turned and walked towards the mansion.

A moment later, the bodyguard came back and respectfully said, "please, marquis"

Ning Chen thanks the bodyguard, and then walked into Marquis Wu's house.

In the hall of marquis, Hou Jing of Qinghe sits on the main seat. He looks a little old. He looks like he is in his fifties, but he has a strong air, which is very compelling.

"You are Ning Chen?" Qinghe Hou looked up and down at the young man in front of him and said calmly.

"Exactly" Ning Chen nodded.

"It's not like the portrait of Wuyou. Take off the things on your face," Qinghe Hou said lightly.

"Oh, you can't hide it from the marquis." Ning Chen reached out and untied his mask, showing his true colors, and immediately saluted respectfully, "younger generation Ning Chen met the Marquis"

"not bad" Qinghe Marquis nodded, calm with a little praise.

"You robbed the little emperor of northern Mongolia, didn't you?" Qinghe Hou tone not too many accidents, asked.

"Is" rather Chen didn't deny, nod a way.

"Here are two letters, one is from your majesty, and the other is carefree. Please have a look for yourself"

as you speak, marquis Qinghe moves his hand, and the two letters turn into streamers and fly to ningchen.

Ning Chen stretched out his hand to receive two letters. After opening them, he saw them one by one, and there were no waves on his face.

The attitude of emperor Xia and his eldest grandson has been in his mind for a long time. Now, if you look at it again, you won't be surprised.

The letter of the Xia emperor clearly stated that once he was found to enter the xingchaoguan pass, he would immediately stay at all costs, regardless of life or death, while the little emperor of northern Mongolia must return to the imperial city alive.

As expected, Chang sun's letter politely begged for love. Between words, he tried to explain that he would voluntarily hand over the little emperor. Finally, he repeatedly told his father that he should not be forced.

The two letters with different tone represent the final attitude of the emperor and Empress of the great Xia Dynasty, which is unfortunate and honored for Ning Chen.

"How do you feel" the Qinghe Marquis road.

"No feelings, already expected things" rather Chen hand wave, the letter back, answer.

"This is the Xia emperor's world, and your Majesty's words are the imperial edict," said Marquis Qinghe.

"This is the Xia world, not the Xia emperor's world. As for the imperial edict, it's meaningless to me." Ning Chen said coldly."Rebellious" Marquis Qinghe's face immediately sank, and he snorted, "come on, catch this boy for me"

"yes" words fell, four generals entered, and quickly surrounded Ning Chen.

"Old Marquis, I come to visit you, just because you are the mother's father, this is my due courtesy, but it doesn't mean I will give up." Ning Chen's face also sinks down, slowly way.

"Then let me see what you can do, and do it," he cheered coldly.

Keng, Keng, the four generals draw their swords, and the fierce blood is coming. The generals of hundred battles are extremely powerful, and each of them has at least eight grades of strength.

Ning Chen Mou son becomes extremely dignified, the foot moves, takes the lead to move, the figure flashes, behind is wrapped by the cloth belt ink sword appears, the sword light cuts down, grasps to one of the generals.

"Bang"

when the swords collided with each other, Ning Chen forced the general back half a step by virtue of his unparalleled foundation. However, at the same time, the three swords behind him had already arrived, and in half a step, he could not get away.

Ning Chen body a Lin, sword light turn round, swing open two knife light, strong afterwave counter bite, immediately lead to a burst of blood in the body.

The last knife is unavoidable. Ning Chen's left hand coagulates his sword finger, and his real Qi overflows. He regrets the general's move.

"Dang" Dao is connected with each other, and the final points are as strong as if. It's hard for Ning Chen to transform the force in the Dao. The Dao Qi enters the body, and the mouth overflows with bright red.

Seeing that a long battle is futile, Ning Chen makes a quick decision. His sword moves and the snow floats all over the sky.

"A feather of Feihong, a sword of heaven and earth"

a sword as fast as a startled goose once again swept towards the general who had retreated half a step. Immediately, the general took the move and retreated several steps.

Ning Chen steps on the foot and wants to go. However, just at this time, the Marquis of Qinghe on the main seat gives his hand. His body is like green light. He comes to him and points his finger through his eyebrows.

Bang, Ning Chen's whole body is like a huge shock. He flies out suddenly. His mouth is red and bloody.

At the moment of desperation, Ning Chen tries to endure the pain all over, stomps on his feet, and with the help of the rest of his strength, turns and sweeps out of the Marquis's house.

"Chase, we must capture alive, ask the whereabouts of the little emperor of northern Mongolia," the Marquis of Qinghe said with a calm face.

"Yes" the four generals took orders and immediately caught up with them.

Seeing that the four disappeared, marquis Qinghe glanced at the darkness, sighed, and immediately turned to walk into the hall.

Worry free, that's all you can do for your father. The rest depends on his own nature.

Ning Chen, who escaped from Hou's house, immediately put on a mask, with blood flowing in his mouth, and staggered toward the crowd.

After that, four generals followed closely, chasing more than ten streets in a row, but lost them in front of an inn.

"Search inside," one of the generals said in a low voice.

"En" the remaining three generals nodded and went in together.

As soon as the innkeeper was about to stop him, he saw that there were four generals in armor and immediately kept silent.

On the second floor, in a room, the door was pushed open with a thump. Xiaomingyue was startled. When she saw that it was Ning Chen, she was relieved.

"Wait for someone to come, help me to cover up" rather Chen endure the injury, quickly explain a way.

"Good" moon see the former face is not right, hasten to answer.

Ning Chen takes off the clothes outside and puts them in the cupboard at the head of the bed. Then he lies down on the bed.

"Dangdang"

the next moment, the door is knocked. Before xiaomingyue opens the door, a general pushes the door in.

"Jun, Jun Ye" Mingyue retreats two steps in panic, timid.

The general saw that it was a little girl with a frown. He walked into the room and swept left and right. When he saw the pale, sick middle-aged man on the bed, he gave up his doubts and turned to leave.

The bright moon goes up to close the door, just walk to the bedside, then see rather Chen a mouthful of blood vomit out, cover mouth to suppress ground cough.

"What's the matter with you? Don't scare me"

xiaomingyue is flustered and keeps wiping the blood around her mouth with her sleeve, but she can't finish it.

last resort, Qinghe Hou did not leave his hand, Hou Fu had too many eyeliner to watch, he could not keep his hands.

"I'm OK"

Ning Chen gently pushes xiaomingyue away and immediately sits on the bed and closes his eyes to breathe.

Just now, he really thought that he might not be able to come back.

He thought that the conversation would not go smoothly or even break up unhappily, but in the face of his eldest grandson, marquis Qinghe should not do too much.

He did not expect that the attitude of marquis Qinghe would be so fierce.

It was only after that point that he suddenly realized that Marquis Qinghe was acting for those people in the dark.

That finger is merciless, but it has a lot more.

The cultivation of the eldest sun Yimai and the cultivation of the old Marquis for ten years.

This is the limit he has to bear. The Marquis is the top of nine grades, even half a step ahead of his natural strength. Ten years of cultivation is enough to put an ordinary person without any foundation on top of five grades.

In Dantian, two cyclones are swallowing the power of constant influx, and Ning Chen's cultivation is also constantly climbing, including the late seven grades, the peak of seven grades, the early eight grades, the middle eight grades, the late eight grades, and the peak of eight grades. However, just when his cultivation is about to break into the ninth grade, Ning Chen stops the expansion of the cyclones and presses down the realm.He can't break through the nine grades now, otherwise his foundation will be unstable, which will affect his later cultivation.

A moment later, rather Chen slowly opened an eye, in the heart a sigh, old Hou ye this human feelings send of too big.