The bright moon is rising, the night is slightly cool, and in the southeast of Three Imperial Cities, in an inconspicuous small courtyard, the lights are brightly lit and the aroma of wine overflows.
The potent Marching Wine, when drank into the throat, a burning sensation comes, making people intoxicated.
After three rounds of drinking, everyone becomes intoxicated even if the wine is not intoxicating. The two people have very different personalities and huge age differences, but they sit together bizarrely and drink heartily.
Ning Chen, who has always been scheming, did not play any scheming this time. He drank jar after jar of strong wine in his stomach, feeling the overwhelming burning sensation, and his fatigue was reduced a lot.
Xuan Mo looked at the young man in front of him, his mentality and opinions gradually changed. When they met for the first time, he had a general impression of this young man because he couldn't understand him.
A young man who can Jiang Xin completely hide his thoughts shows how terrifying his scheming is. His intuition tells him that this disciple of Nine Nether King is not simple.
He has been stationed at Three Imperial Cities for too long and has seen countless young geniuses. He has never had any good impression of these dignitaries who are approachable on the outside but as deep as the sea on the inside.
When he first met this boy, he felt the same way, but because of Nine Nether King, he still had reservations.
Goodbye today, this man came to him for a drink with two jars of wine. His impression of this young man was even worse. Over the past hundreds of years, more than one Imperial Prince has come to win over him, with different methods, but the final goal is the same.
He holds Imperial Guards in his hand and is in charge of the safety of Three Imperial Cities. For all Imperial Prince, he is a powerful bargaining chip in the fight for unity. Just because he doesn't like Yellow Springs fighting does not mean that he does not understand these things.
Therefore, when facing this disciple of Nine Nether King, he did not want to beat around the bush and directly explained his attitude.
However, what he didn't expect was that this man denied and dismissed his concerns with just a few words.
Imperial Prince, who has a distinguished status but is not qualified to inherit the throne, why should he win over Imperial Guards, the commander.
He came to him just for a drink.
"When I was drunk, I lit up the lamp and read the sword. I dreamed of the horn-blowing company. Eight hundred miles away, my subordinates moxibustion, the sound of fifty strings turning over the Great Wall, and the autumn order of troops on the battlefield.
The horse moves very fast, and the bow is as frightening as a thunderbolt. To end the affairs of the king and the world, to win the reputation before and after death, the misfortune happened in vain! "
With strong alcohol burning his heart and drunkenness rushing to his brain, Ning Chen looked at the night scene outside the window and whispered softly.
A lifetime of fighting gradually turned into a memory. When he was young, he led the troops to protect Great Xia, fought bloody battles, and spent ten years in the army to protect every one of his cherished relatives and friends.
When he was young, the gods came to the world and faced Divine Continent catastrophe. When life and death were at stake, he had to give up everything and use 500 lifespan to borrow a century-old foundation from heaven to resist the power of the gods and send the gods back to heaven.
When he was in his prime, Five Domains merged into troubled times, and the world was invaded by Tianfu. In order to prevent Divine Continent from being robbed again, he had no choice but to pick up his sword and fight again to protect the safety of the lower world.
In middle age, he traveled far away from Outer Heavens to find a way to resurrect Ghost Maiden. He fought against immortals and thousands of arrogant people, and obtained Immortal Divine Tree and Yaochi water.
At the age of a hundred years, his head was full of white hair, Immortal Peach Tree blossomed and bore fruit, Ghost Maiden was resurrected, and under Heavenly Punishment, his life also ended.
However, Ghost Maiden saved him again and forcibly pulled him back from Ghost Gate Pass to live another life.
In this life, how will his path be taken?
Drinking wine poured into his stomach one mouthful after another, Ning Chen's eyes were a little confused, maybe one day, he woke up from a drunken dream, and everything returned to his youth, when he was in his prime and dared to break the sky.
Pity happens in vain, pity happens in vain!
A hundred years later, he should have been old.
On the side, Xuan Mo listened to the murmurs of the young people around him, and felt an inexplicable desolation in his heart for some reason.
To end the affairs of the king and the world, to win the reputation before and after death, the misfortune happened in vain!
This is a portrayal of a human general. Why does this son sigh like this?
Xuan Mo looked at the people around him for a long time, and his eyes shrank slightly.
It was only now that he noticed that this young man's long hair was completely white.
Among the hundreds of races, there is no race without white hair, so few people will notice this.
However, no matter he Heavenly Demon Clan or the human race, at this age and level, he will never be young and gray-haired.
In Three Imperial Cities, everyone has rumors that Thirteenth Prince is a demon from the human world. He has royal blood because he swallowed a Royal Heavenly Demon.
After watching for a long time, Xuan Mo sighed lightly. It seemed that this disciple of Nine Nether King had too many unknown pasts.
"Brother Xuan Mo, if one day we meet on the battlefield, I will not hold back on you."
After taking a sip of strong alcohol into his throat, Ning Chen suddenly spoke, his tone surprisingly serious.
Xuan Mo looked stunned when he heard this and did not react for a moment.
Ning Chen smiled slightly, said nothing more, and continued to drink in silence.
He is very clear about his identity and mission. Now the channel between the Primeval Demonic Realm and Outer Heavens has been opened. Although senior Prince Yan and the mysterious old man took action to scare Scaly Emperor and the first batch of powerful people from hundreds of races, there will be a battle sooner or later between the Primeval Demonic Realm and the human race.
This is a battle left over from the ancient times and cannot be avoided. Primeval Demonic Realm's tribes will not give up this opportunity to compete for more resources, especially Heavenly Demon Clan who owns Three Demonic Emperors. I am afraid that they have never given up their ambition to rule the world since the ancient times~.
"Your Highness, I have one final word of advice for you." Xuan Mo said in a deep voice.
"Brother Xuan Mo, it's okay to say whatever you want," Ning Chen said with a smile.
"Imperial Authority Fighting is always a battlefield without weapons. It is even more cruel than the battlefield. If Your Highness is not interested in this, it is best not to get involved in it." Xuan Mo said sternly.
"The tree wants to be still but the wind doesn't stop."
Ning Chen silently took a sip of wine and said, "How can I keep myself clean in this position? Brother Xuan Mo, does he know how many royal dignitaries have come to Nine Nether King's Estate in the past few days?"
"Your Highness's master is Nine Nether King. If Your Highness insists on not participating in the Imperial Authority fight, who dares to force His Highness?" Xuan Mo said in a condensed voice.
"First Prince, Third Prince, Seventh Prince, and all Imperial Prince, which one is not the heir of Third Prince? I don't want to fight, but it doesn't mean I can stay alone. Okay, brother Xuan Mo, we will only drink today and not talk about political affairs."
Ning Chen stretched out the wine jar and smiled.
Xuan Mo nodded, knocked the wine jar against it, said no more, and raised his head to drink.
The night was getting darker and darker, and around the two of them, empty wine jars were piled up one after another, forming a hill.
The woman came over, refilled the lamp with new oil, and then left quietly without disturbing the two of them.
At the middle of the month, Xuan Mo was half-lying in front of the door and fell asleep. He did not use his cultivation to resist the strong drinking power. Even Imperial Guards Commander, who was a king of cultivation, could not resist the strong drinking power of Marching Wine.
Ning Chen drank the last jar of wine, immediately put the jar aside and stood up.
Not far away, the woman waited quietly without resting.
"Sister-in-law, I'm sorry to bother you today."
Ning Chen stepped forward, bowed respectfully, and said, "It's getting late, I should go back."
"Your Highness, won't you rest here?" the woman asked softly.
"No"
Ning Chen shook his head and said, "With my current status, staying here for too long will only add unnecessary trouble to Brother Xuan Mo."
After saying that, Ning Chen bowed again and said, "Farewell."
The woman didn't hold him back anymore and watched the former leave.
After Ning Chen left, the woman walked to the door, carefully helped the man up, and said, "This young man is not bad, but he is too tired from living."
Xuan Mo opened his eyes, half drunk and half sober, and said, "Nine Nether King's disciple is not too bad."
Three Imperial Cities, Ning Chen walked forward, the night was slightly cool, the cold wind blew, and the plain clothes were flying.
At this moment, in the sky, the black moon covered his eyes, and a cold light broke through the sky, without any warning, and it was killing him mercilessly.
"It's finally here."
Ning Chen stopped, looking at the cold light coming from the sky, holding his right hand emptyly, Demonic Sword showing the front.
Killing millions, heaven and earth will not tolerate it, Peerless Under Heaven, Knowing Fate Martial Marquis!
With a sword moving backwards, the cold light suddenly shattered, plain clothes passed by, and the eyes were filled with a sad and residual red...