Marquis Qinghe's loyalty to Great Xia has never been doubted. This old Marquis was named Martial Marquis by the late emperor. He spent his whole life guarding Great Xia's territory in the borderlands. He worked hard and made great achievements without complaining.
Great Xia's peace was fought by generations of Martial Marquiss at the risk of life and death. Great Xia's frontier is too big. Without these Martial Marquiss, it would have been trampled into wasteland by the cavalry of other dynasties.
As the only surviving Martial Marquis of the previous generation, Marquis Qinghe's prestige among Great Xia is unparalleled. In this regard, even Marquis Kaixuan, who is the leader of ten Martial Marquiss, cannot match it.
However, what Xia Emperor has done recently has really chilled the heart of old Marquis.
Martial Marquis Estate, Marquis Qinghe stood in the hall, with four generals kneeling in front of them, looking ashamed.
"Three months' salary, go back," Marquis Qinghe said calmly.
"Yes!" The four generals bowed respectfully, then stood up and left.
After the four people left, Marquis Qinghe looked at Martial Marquis Estate quietly, a look of deep exhaustion flashing in his calm eyes.
Great Xia, who had been invincible for thousands of years, was reduced to relying on a young man for support. How sad and ridiculous.
He learned from Wuyou that Ning Chen had already sent the news of Northern Martial Marquis's rebellion to the imperial city. However, what he didn't expect was that Xia Emperor In order to lure out the rebel forces in Great Xia, actually watched as Yan Returning City was defeated, which ultimately led to the massacre of 170,000 soldiers and millions of civilians in the city by the Northern Mongolian army.
It can be said that half of Great Xia's current precarious situation is caused by Xia Emperor himself.
As a courtier, he must be loyal to Xia Emperor, but he is even more loyal to Great Xia, whom he has protected for his whole life.
He is very clear about what Ning Chen has done. It can even be said that if it were not for this young man, Great Xia would be even more embarrassed in this war.
He believed in his own judgment, and even more so in his daughter's vision of people, so he was willing to take a gamble.
Ten years of cultivation is nothing to him. It is impossible for him to reach innateness in this life, so he might as well help this young man once. He only hopes that his decision will bring Great Xia hope of new life instead of the beginning of destruction.
Ning Chen doesn't know what old Marquis is thinking, but he knows that he owes a favor, a favor that can never be replaced.
Ten years of martial arts is not something that any warrior can throw away at will, not to mention that old Marquis is already old. Losing ten years of martial arts will inevitably severely damage his vitality and even cause permanent damage to his own foundation.
Mingyue has been watching quietly by the bed, with worry always on his delicate face.
"It's okay"
Ning Chen woke up from pranayama, rubbed the little girl's hair, and said softly.
Although the injuries on his body were not minor, they were nothing compared to what he had gained.
He and Little Mingyue must leave as soon as possible.
He wasted a lot of time recovering from his injuries, and the sky outside was getting dark, but this was a good thing for them.
This time of day is when people who leave early and come back late go home. There are relatively many pedestrians on the street, and the sky is dark, which makes it easier for them to leave.
"Let's go"
Thinking of this, Ning Chen put on his coat, held Little Mingyue in his hands, and walked out the door.
Along the way, pedestrians came and went, and the two of them walked among them, inconspicuously, and soon disappeared into the night.
In the next two days, Xingchao Pass was under martial law, especially the places where Ning Chen appeared, were checked over and over again.
No one knew that at this time Ning Chen had taken Little Mingyue to another city three hundred miles away from Xingchao Pass, and stayed there for five days.
His injury can no longer be delayed and he must calm down and heal. Moreover, he also needs time to practice the skills given to him by the old Marquis as soon as possible.
This is the martial arts of Changsun Lineage. It has mental methods and moves. He does not lack mental methods, but what he lacks is the method of practicing the moves.
Changsun Lineage's martial arts skills include few sword moves, and neither old Marquis nor Marquis Taiping are good at using swords.
Fortunately, he doesn't have to learn sword moves. He is not a sword-mad person like Prince Yan. He doesn't mind any martial arts as long as it is useful.
In the art of martial arts, the most taboo thing is to have quick success. Ning Chen did not dare to learn more, so he only chose one sword and one of the three palms.
The old Marquis only passed one Sword Three palm, presumably because he was afraid that he was young and energetic, and would be greedy for more and give up.
Every martial art in the world has its own unique way of doing things. It took Ning Chen even practicing with the healing belt for five days before he could initially master this Sword One palm.
Five days later, Ning Chen took Little Mingyue on the road again, and they needed to get to Heaven's Gate Pass as soon as possible.
Three more days later, the two of them arrived ten miles away from Heaven's Gate Pass and stopped moving forward.
Ning Chen looked at the mighty Great Xia pass in front of him, knowing that this was the last problem before him.
Forcibly breaking through will definitely not work. Fan Lingyue must have left a truly strong person in this extremely important place. If you forcefully break through, you are just courting death.
The only option is to pass through the Qizhou Mountain Range on both sides of Heaven's Gate Pass.
Qizhou Mountain Range stretches for nearly ten thousand miles, cutting the territory of Great Xia in half. The place where Heaven's Gate Pass is located has the gentlest mountains among them, but it also took Great Xia who knows how much manpower and material resources to build it.
Qizhou Mountain Range is the real Primeval Land, and few people dare to set foot in it. However, Ning Chen has no choice but to go through.
"Are you afraid?" Ning Chen looked at the little girl beside him and asked.
"Not afraid." Mingyue nodded firmly. She was the emperor of Northern Mongolia, how could she be frightened by such a small difficulty.
"Good job" Ning Chen praised with a thumbs up.
While talking, the two of them had already embarked on the road over Qizhou Mountain Range.
The mountain road is rugged and every step is difficult. The little girl is still very weak and will be exhausted after walking only a few steps. Therefore, she is carried by Ning Chen most of the time.
Primeval Land, it is thousands of miles long and winding, lying on the earth, with ancient trees covering the sky and the sun, and old roots intertwined, spreading vertically and horizontally, overflowing with the breath of time.
This is a sacred land that gathers the essence of heaven and earth and has nourished it for tens of thousands of years. It has existed for a long time. From time to time, there are roars of giant beasts and birds singing. It is full of vitality, and there are also dense ups and downs. It is uncertain, and the source cannot be seen. It is somewhat mysterious and unpredictable.
It was a cold month at the beginning of the month, bright and clear, with gusts of cold wind blowing gently, and the branches and leaves rustling. The whole mountain range was gloomy and scary, and even the roar of beasts shaking the sky could not hide the eternal loneliness.
"Is it cold?" Ning Chen asked softly while walking on the mountain road.
"It's not cold." Mingyue leaned on the former's back and shook his head gently.
The bad guy was warm and she was wearing thick clothes.
"If you feel sleepy, take a nap. We still have to walk for a long time," Ning Chen said.
"Yeah" Mingyue responded, but he was not sleepy, and his big pearl-like eyes were wide open.
"How about I tell you a story?" After walking for a while, Ning Chen saw that Little Mingyue was still not sleepy, and suggested that she was afraid that she would be bored.
"Okay!" Mingyue nodded, agreeing very much.
"Let me tell you a story about Snow White." Ning Chen recalled it carefully. I haven't told it for many years, so I don't know if I can still remember it all.
"Once upon a time, there was a king..."
The beginning of the story is very vulgar, the middle is very twists and turns, and the ending is very beautiful. It is a typical fairy tale of a prince, a princess and a bad guy. Ning Chen can tell a dead story, let alone a complete story.
Little Mingyue listened very immersedly, Ning Chen smiled in his heart, she was a little girl after all.
"Does Fan Lingyue look like the bad guy Empress?" Ning Chen took the opportunity to instill in Little Mingyue the idea that Fan Lingyue is a bad guy.
"You are the bad guy, sister Lingyue is a good person"
Little Mingyue has a strong ability to distinguish right from wrong. He could see Ning Chen's intention at a glance, curled his lips and answered.
Ning Chen touched his nose helplessly, the strategy failed and needs to be improved.
"If Fan Lingyue and I fell into the water together, who would you save first?" Ning Chen once again used his trump card.
"Sister Lingyue" Little Mingyue said without hesitation.
"I hurt you for nothing." Ning Chen was very hurt. The little girl answered too quickly, even if she pretended to hesitate.
"You are so good at martial arts, you can last for a long time. Sister Lingyue doesn't know martial arts, so you must save sister Lingyue first." Mingyue hugged the bad guy tightly and explained in a low voice.
"Ha" Ning Chen laughed softly, Fan Lingyue If he didn't know martial arts, then there would be no martial arts masters in the world. That palm almost didn't kill him.
However, these things cannot be told to Little Mingyue.
"How about you tell me a story?" Ning Chen suggested.
"I can't," the little girl said in embarrassment.
"Then let me tell you a joke" Ning Chen said with a weird smile
"Okay" Mingyue nodded.
"There once was a eunuch," Ning Chen started to say, and then stopped talking.
"What's down there?" Mingyue asked curiously.
"No more" Ning Chen replied.
Mingyue was stunned for a long time before he realized what was happening. He hit the former hard with his little hand and said with a blushing face:
"You are the bad guy!"
"Haha, I'm just kidding." Ning Chen laughed and continued, "How about I tell you another story?"
"No, I want to hear a story," Mingyue said with a pout.
"What does it sound like?" Ning Chen asked.
Little Mingyue thought for a while and said, "How about you tell me about yourself?"
She knows that there are not many people in this world who can make sister Lingyue take her seriously. Since the bad guys are so powerful, they must have many stories to tell.
Ning Chen didn't refuse either, isn't it just telling heroic stories, he's the best at it.
"Once upon a time, there was a young, handsome, dashing, kind and lovely boy who entered the palace..."
The story is very long, mainly because someone shamelessly added too many exaggerated adjectives, so that the story could be written on a piece of paper as big as a palm, and it took more than an hour to get to the part where he fell off the cliff.
"You don't know how big the strange bird I saw when I fell down was. Its wings were as wide as four or five feet."
Ning Chen was eloquently expressing his enthusiasm, but was interrupted by Little Mingyue in a shameless manner, "You are lying, how can such a big bird exist?"
"Other plots may be slightly exaggerated, but I am not exaggerating this point at all." Ning Chen was about to explain, but suddenly he heard a nine-day deep roar coming from the sky, and his calm face instantly darkened.
This time, no need to explain!