In the early morning, the sun was shining brightly, and in the open space in front of the tribe, the sound of swords clashing could be heard endlessly, attracting most people to come and watch.
In the field, the people competing were none other than Ning Chen and Mingcheng.
Ink Sword danced in the sun, blocking the scimitar from every angle. Ning Chen suppressed his own body to the same level as Mingcheng, Houtian Realm Sixth-Rank, but still had an overwhelming strength advantage.
Prince Yan was also watching. He was not surprised at all by this result. Although Ning Chen had not been learning martial arts for a long time, he had fought as many times as anyone else, and most of his opponents were people whose cultivation was much higher than him. In terms of combat experience, he had already been very rich.
The comparison of martial arts is nothing more than cultivation, foundation, and moves. In addition, experience is the most decisive factor.
"Click"
During the battle, an accident occurred. The moment the swords collided again, there was only a crisp sound. The next moment, the wheelchair under Ning Chen shattered with a crash and flew out in all directions.
In the sudden situation, Ning Chen frowned, Ink Sword leaned on the ground, turned his right hand, and flew up upside down.
At that moment, the scimitar came towards me, as cold as the moon and as fast as lightning.
Facing the unavoidable sword light, Ning Chen focused his fingers on his left hand, clamped the scimitar with a clang, swung it aside, and released the force invisible, then released the blade, and the sword finger passed across, pointing towards Mingcheng's shoulder.
The strength of the fingers penetrated the body, and the nine hidden parts were exposed. Ning Chen succeeded in one move, and did not continue to attack. He slapped the Ink Sword hilt with his right hand, and his body immediately withdrew from the battle.
At the same time, Prince Yan waved his hand, and a chair flew out of the tent and landed exactly where Ning Chen landed.
This hand was done so casually that no one even noticed, and no one would think that this young man with no martial arts aura in his body could be one of the most terrifying innate warriors in the world.
In the field, the scimitar in Mingcheng's hand had fallen to the ground at some point. The numbness on his shoulders lingered for a long time, and he couldn't even lift it.
"Brother Ning's swordsmanship is superb, I am ashamed of myself." Mingcheng is not a stingy person. If he loses, he loses. He gradually raised the scimitar in his left hand and admitted defeat seriously.
"Brother Pei, you're welcome." Ning Chen sat on the chair, grabbed it with his hand, Ink Sword and the scabbard flew back, and immediately with a clang, Ink Sword was put into the sheath and inserted on the ground.
"Brother Pei's swordsmanship, although it is as sharp as lightning, is mostly about watching moves, unlike orthodox martial arts." Ning Chen frowned with pretense of pity and rambled nonsensically.
"Impossible, Qing Family swordsmanship is the most orthodox martial arts in Northern Mongolia, how can it be a showmanship?" Sure enough, Mingcheng was fooled and immediately denied it.
"Alas"
At this moment, Ning Chen and Prince Yan both sighed in their hearts, it was too tender.
"I lost because I wasn't good at learning. Brother Ning Don't slander Qing Family's sword skills any more." Mingcheng didn't know it was a lie and continued to say solemnly.
"Brother Pei, don't blame me, it's my younger brother who was rude!" Ning Chen bowed and apologized, his attitude couldn't be more correct.
Seeing the sincerity of Ning Chen's apology, Mingcheng's face looked better and he no longer cared about the former's rude words.
After the fight was over and the fun was over, the crowd applauded in unison and then dispersed, everyone went back to their homes to do their own work.
"Brother A'hu, don't forget my wheelchair" Ning Chen couldn't move and could only sit on the chair and shouted towards A'hu who was walking away.
"I know" A'hu replied in the same loud voice.
The whole morning, Ning Chen sat in a daze in the open space outside, unable to go anywhere, and directly saw the beautiful grassland scenery.
"Would you like to get up and take a walk?" At some point, Prince Yan came over and said calmly.
"No, you are busy with your business," Ning Chen refused without hesitation.
"Then continue." After saying this, Prince Yan turned around and walked towards the tent.
"Senior, what did you and that girl say yesterday?" Ning Chen couldn't suppress the flames of gossip in his heart, and couldn't help shouting at the former's back.
When he was returning to his account last night, he happened to see Pei Yan walking out with red eyes. He was so curious that he kept thinking about it in the middle of the night and almost lost sleep.
"I didn't say a word," Prince Yan replied without looking back.
Ning Chen was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but say one word, Damn!
No wonder the girl almost cried. He originally wanted to leave space for the two of them, but the senior declined politely. If not, he could just refuse directly.
Yesterday, he learned from A'hu that this girl Pei Yan has an extraordinary identity. Her grandfather is the leader of the Pei Clan Tribe, the leader in this area, and he is very good at it.
He had a pretty good impression of this girl. She was a bit weak and seemed a bit sentimental, but she was still a kind and good girl.
Such a gentle woman is more like a lady from Central Plains than a girl on the grassland.
He also heard that this Pei Yan girl is proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and she likes Great Xia culture very much.
He also heard that this girl Pei Yan has heartache, a grassland version of Lin Daiyu.
He also heard that the mother of girl Pei Yan died just after giving birth to Pei Yan because of heart attack.
He heard again and again that this girl Pei Yan would probably not live to be twenty-five, and more than one doctor said so.
The more Ning Chen thought about it, the more dissatisfied he felt. Yesterday afternoon, he went through all the troubles to collect information outside. He wanted to find out Pei Yan's birthday and birth date at the expense of his face. However, his senior was so good that he just drank tea in the tent for a long time.
At this moment, a little girl's voice sounded on the grassland, her tone was anxious, and many people immediately paid attention.
"Miss fainted"
As soon as he finished speaking, the white-bearded old man in the tent not far away immediately walked out with a gloomy expression and walked quickly towards Pei Yan's tent.
Followed by Mingcheng, the doctor on the grassland, and a lot of others.
Ning Chen thought hard in his head. Heartache disease should be heart disease in his world, but this girl was born with it, and the possibility of curing it was really negligible.
Rhombus Crystal Flower has a miraculous effect on heart injuries, but unfortunately, he is gone.
As for whether he would take it out if he had Rhombus Crystal Flower, only God knows.
There are no assumptions in this world, so this girl is probably incurable.
Although cruel, this is reality.
Pei Yan Inside the tent, the doctor was diagnosing his pulse, and his expression became more and more solemn, indicating that the situation was not optimistic.
"What's wrong with Yan'er?" the white-bearded old man asked anxiously.
"Patriarch, I have tried my best." The doctor sighed softly and continued, "Miss's body is already extremely weak. Before, I suggested to celebrate Miss's birthday just to see if a miracle would happen. Now it is no longer necessary."
"How could it be possible?" Hearing this, the white-bearded old man stumbled and his face suddenly turned pale. Yan'er hadn't gotten married yet, how could she just leave like that.
"Happy, yes, happy!"
At this time, the white-bearded old man only had this idea in his mind, and he couldn't care about all the mess. He calmed down and ordered, "Here comes someone."
"Are" several men walked in.
"Go and get the young lady's wedding dress. Let the young lady get married tonight. Also, keep an eye on those two people."
"Yes" the men took the order and left.
On the side, Mingcheng showed a trace of worry on his face and said, "Clan leader, is there something wrong with doing this? The young man named Ning Fan is very strong, so it's better not to offend him."
"I can't care about that much anymore. Yan'er's matters are the most important," the white-bearded old man said in a deep voice.
Ning Chen outside the tent had no idea what was happening inside the tent. At this moment, he was still waiting boredly for his wheelchair to be ready.
The sun was shining from the east, to the south, and then to the west. Ning Chen was sitting there, about to go crazy from boredom, when he suddenly found that the atmosphere in the tribe was gradually becoming a little unusual.
Several girls on the grassland kept walking back and forth, holding various things in their hands, including Hongzhu, red paper, etc., which were only used at festivals and weddings.
Ning Chen didn't take it seriously at first, but then he felt something was wrong, a thought flashed across his mind, and he couldn't help but open his mouth.
Forced marriage, right?
Things got serious, and Ning Chen had a headache. Great Xia's Prince Yan was actually forced into marriage. Who would believe this if told?
"Brother Ning, your wheelchair is ready."
Just when Ning Chen had a headache, he suddenly heard A'hu's loud voice coming from not far away. He couldn't help but feel overjoyed. Now he could run away quickly.
However, when he saw the wheelchair, he almost cried. He was wrong. He should not have believed that Zhang Fei could embroider.
Where is this wheelchair? This is clearly a chair with wheels.
"Brother A'hu, thank you!" Ning Chen thanked through gritted teeth.
"Brother Ning is so kind." A'hu was a thick line, and he happily accepted the former's thanks.
Ning Chen sat on it and felt that it would not fall apart in a short period of time. Then he relaxed a little and decided to just use it and buy another one in the capital of Northern Mongol Royal Court.
"Brother A'hu, what are they doing?" Ning Chen pointed at the busy prairie girls and asked in a low voice.
A'hu looked around, then lowered his head and whispered, "I'm telling you, don't say it was me who said that."
"It's necessary" Ning Chen nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice.
"I heard from my mother-in-law that Miss Pei Yan is seriously ill, and the clan leader is planning to celebrate her birthday tonight," A'hu said in a low voice.
"Damn, it's real or fake, don't fool me," Ning Chen said deliberately showing surprise.
"Is this still false? It's absolutely true." A'hu patted his chest and almost swore.
"Brother A'hu, please go back first. I will definitely not say it was you who said it," Ning Chen said with a grateful face.
A'hu left with satisfaction. Ning Chen immediately turned the wheelchair and came to the tent where Prince Yan was. The first thing he said after entering was, "Senior, A'hu said that you are going to be forced to get married. Can we run away?"
Inside the tent, Prince Yan glanced at Ning Chen lightly and said, "Is this the solution you've been thinking about all day?"
Ning Chen felt a little ashamed, but then he thought about it, no, he was so ashamed, he wasn't the one who caused this.
"Hurry up, surround the tent, don't let them escape."
At this time, the distinctive rough voice of a prairie man sounded outside, and soon, the sound of rapid footsteps came, and it sounded like there were hundreds of people.
"Okay, it's too late to run away now." Ning Chen sighed helplessly, feeling very unhappy because he had to fight all day long.
(ps: Thank you for the 600 reward from Mingyu. As soon as I came back, I saw people supporting me, and my mood for coding immediately changed!)