Chapter 38: Bloody Ink Sword

Tianshu, what is Tianchi Ningchen is not very clear, but Da Xia's congenital pill is a magic medicine that all martial artists in the universal land yearn for. May enter a congenital realm.
In this way, Daxia has only three pieces left, and it has not been refined in a century.
It can be said that these three Innate Pills are the treasures that attract the strongest people in the world. Most of the offerings in the palace are for this Innate Pill to be willing to bow down to the palace for many years.
Ning Chen had never had any ambitions, so there was no disappointment.
"Cough"
Suddenly, Yue Ling coughed up his mouth, and not far away, the old woman's expression changed, and she immediately stepped forward to insert a panacea into her mouth.
"Miss, it's windy outside. Let's find a place to stay for the night."
"Um" Yueling nodded, and a trace of morbid paleness flashed on Xiu Mei's face.
"What's wrong with Moon Girl?" Ning Chen asked with a little concern.
"The root cause of illness since childhood has not hindered me," Yue Ling smiled tiredly and replied.
"In this case, let's take a rest in Qifeng Tower" Ning Chen glanced at the pavilion behind him and said.
The old lady was unhappy, she was about to speak, but she was stopped by Yueling's hand, and she whispered "Just listen to the son"
After a while, the three asked for two rooms in the building, one for Ning Chen and one for Yueling and Lao.
Back in the room, the old lady couldn't help but finally expressed her dissatisfaction, "Miss, in your capacity, how can you spend the night in this firework place!"
"He can do it, why can't I do it," Yue Ling asked back.
"He is a man, and how can his identity be compared with that of a young lady?" The old woman refused.
"Man, woman, huh"
Yue Ling smiled faintly. If she cared about these things, she wouldn't do so many things that people seem to be irresponsible. As for identity, although this thing is useful, it is the most annoying.
In this unfamiliar place, she no longer wants to be bound by these boring things.
"Miss, you have a rest soon, we have to hurry after dawn," said the old woman.
"Ok"
Moon Spirit nodded, and immediately walked to the bed. He lay down with a tired face, covered with quilt and clothes and slept.
The old lady blew the lamp and sat quietly on another bed in the house, meditating.
In the other room, Ning Chen was sitting in a wheelchair, looking out the window, in a daze.
"Ding"
In the middle of the night, the bustling streets also fell silent. At this moment, a crisp bell rang in the distance, so clear, as if a silver needle had fallen on the ice.
Ning Chen narrowed his eyes and looked at the black shadow coming from afar, and a heart was raised.
"Ding"
In the eerie spirit, a ghost ghost sedan came from afar, black and white impermanently opened the way, the bull head raised his feet, one step ten feet, very strange.
Seeing such a weird image, Ning Chen could not calm down at once, and was shocked in his heart. Is there really a ghost in the world?
With a loud bang, Ning Chen patted the table with both hands, and flew out of the second floor with a wheelchair.
After landing, Ning Chen grabbed the black impermanence in front of the ghost car, but passed through unimpeded as if crossing the shadow.
"How could this be"
Ning Chen's eyes shrank, the body was running, the hatchet was swung across, and he slashed towards the ghost ghost chair.
"Bang"
The hatchet was chopped on the bull's head, and a spark gradually started, but the ghost ghost sedan was still moving as before, and his eyes were ten feet away.
Seeing the ghost chair leaving, Ning Chen turned the sword into a sword, slapped a wheelchair, and turned into silver light.
"One Feihong, One Sword in the World"
As soon as Feihong's sword slashed towards the ghost sedan, however, the horse face blocked the road, looking back at the moment, and hooked his eyes. Ning Chen's spirit was suddenly hit hard, and he fell to the ground, vomiting vermilion.
"madman"
I don't know when, the old woman appeared beside Ning Chen, and said ironically.
Ning Chen ignored her, patted the ground with both hands, flew up and fell back on the wheelchair, and slowly walked towards the building.
After this brief encounter, Ning Chen was even more confused. The previous black and white impermanence, the ox-horse face was obviously not a warrior posing, if so, would there really be a ghost.
"Cough"
The spirit was badly hit, Ning Chen coughed violently for a while, the brain was sore, and there was an unspeakable emptiness in the faint.
"Master Ning, you are too rash this time"
Moon Spirit was also awakened by the movement outside the house, and came to Ning Chen's side, and put a Elixir into the latter's mouth, reproachfully.
"It's not enough, just to understand the doubts in happiness"
Ning Chen didn't refuse Yueling's kindness. The entrance of the Elixir medicine melted a spicy clear stream, and the severe pain in his brain immediately improved a lot.
"Disturb the girl to rest"
Looking up at the fatigue on Yue Ling's face, Ning Chen apologized.
"Yep"
Yueling nodded, and Ning Chen did bother her.
Hearing Yue Ling's non-euphemistic answer, Ning Chen's mouth showed a little embarrassment, real, not the habit of hanging on his face.
After tossing for a long time, the old woman took Yueling back to her room to rest, and Ning Chen returned to her room to meditate.
At dawn, Ning Chen opened his eyes, pushed open the door, saw Yueling and the old lady in front of the door, and knew they were coming to say goodbye.
"Got to go?"
"Yep"
"There will be a period"
"There will be a period"
The two said goodbye, there was no reluctance to parting, and there was no sadness to parting. The gentleman's friendship was as light as water.
"Last night I saw that the son used a sword trick, and today I will leave this sword as the gift of acquaintance"
Moon Spirit took a black sword from the old lady and gave it to Ning Chen.
Ning Chen didn't pick it up and said softly, "I already have a hatchet"
Yueling still put Mo Jian in Ning Chen's hands and insisted, "The hatchet is not used for fighting after all"
Ning Chen did not refuse anymore, his hands flicked the body of Mo Jian, and sighed "Thank you"
"No, goodbye"
When the words fell, Yueling turned away, so free and easy, without a trace of nostalgia.
The old woman glanced at the ink sword in Ning Chen's hand, her expression changed and changed, and she finally said nothing, and turned to follow.
The ink sword has no sheath, and the blade is not exposed. It is not a peerless sharp sword. It is also very heavy in the hand, and it is very human-friendly.
However, Ning Chen likes it very much. There is no reason to simply like it.
The road northbound still has to go. Ning Chen found a blacksmith shop in the city and built a scabbard.
After the hatchet and the ink sword were lined up side by side in the wheelchair and tied with beef tendons, Ning Chen's face showed a trace of doubt.
Note that no one will give him this kind of answer. Ning Chen takes the road and goes north from Luoyuejian. The snow on his knees is very deep and he walks very hard.
Most of the wheels of the wheelchair were confined, and Ning Chen turned the wheel with both hands. After a while, he insisted abnormally and refused to stop.
The wheels were rolling over the snow, and there were two rows of footprints vaguely visible on it. Perhaps it was also left by pedestrians who were in a hurry. The moon fell 30 miles, Ning Chen walked for two days and one night, and at sunset, he finally left Went out.
Leaving the mountain stream, the willow is dark and bright, without the obstruction of the cliffs on both sides, the view is much wider.
"Ok?"
Suddenly, Ning Chen's eyes narrowed fiercely. In front of him, there were corpses everywhere, blood stained with red snow.
The elderly, women and children, children are no exception.
Ning Chen is now seldom angry and angered, but seeing this scene, his anger burned into the ninth heaven, and his eyes were murderous.
The wheelchair ran through the blood-stained snow, contaminated with the blood of the deceased, and also with the grievances of the deceased. Ning Chen's heart was colder and his eyes colder, and the green muscles of his hands were more exposed.
The knife wounds on the corpse were uneven, and the belongings were also looted. Obviously not the warriors, but the robbers.
Daxia Lichao attacked the mountain bandits and robbers for more than a thousand years. He even sent a martial arts warrior more than a hundred years ago, so that the mountain bandits in Daxia almost disappeared for a while.
No one thought that in this snow-capped mountains today, such a scene of annihilating human nature appeared here.
The mark of the horseshoe is still there, showing that the mountain bandits did not go too far. However, the mountain bandits had horses. Ning Chen not only had no horses, but even had legs broken.
Ning Chen is a very stubborn person. It used to be, and it is now, and there was no change because of a broken leg.
The wheelchair traveled on the snow, leaving blood all the way, and the farther away, the blood stains became lighter.
The mountain bandits had to rest. The horse could not walk fast in such heavy snow. Ning Chen did not rest. He walked slowly, after all, there was a day to catch up.
In this way, one day and two days passed, Ning Chen caught up with the mountain bandits. Outside a barren forest, the mountain bandits were setting fire outside the forest. There were not many people, thirteen, men and women.
Men are tough, women are charming.
There was something roasted on the campfire, the meat was overflowing, and it drifted far away.
More than ten horses were in the forest, not far from the mountain bandits. In Daxia, the horses were very valuable goods, and the mountain bandits looked very closely.
Ning Chen's arrival attracted everyone's attention. It was a weird thing to see a teenager in a wheelchair appear in this wild mountain and wild mountains.
The leader of the bandit is a very alert person, subconsciously feeling that something is wrong.
However, not everyone is a sighted person. The charming woman in the mountain bandits got up and twisted to Ning Chen.
"Little brother, why are you here again, your family?"
The woman's arm was wrapped around Ning Chen, and the whole body was almost thrown up.
"Excuse me, did you kill the people before Luoyuejian?"
Ning Chen didn't break away, but looked up at the charming woman in close proximity, UU read a book www.uukanshu.com smiled slightly and asked.
Seeing the shy smile of the teenager in front of her, the woman somehow felt cold all over, unconsciously released her arm, and took a step back.
"Excuse me, did you kill the people before Luoyuejian?"
Ning Chen asked again, his voice still shy and calm, without a hint of threat.
"Yes, no, no, not ..."
The woman nodded first, and immediately felt wrong, and was about to deny it. However, she had no chance, but when she saw a flash of ink, the last two words were suddenly stuck in her throat, and she couldn't speak anymore.
The ink sword stained blood was the first time Ning Chen had murdered. There was no feeling, nor the disgusting reaction in the legend. It was strange that it seemed to have done a trivial thing.
When the wheelchair passed, the woman fell down. The ink sword was not sharp, but Ning Chen's sword was very fast, and the sword sealed the throat without leaving much pain.
The rest of the mountain bandits finally reacted and picked up the knife in their hands to resist.
However, after all, the mountain bandits are ordinary people. Even if they are fierce and cruel, they cannot be a martial arts opponent of the four martial arts.
The Mo Jian waved mercilessly, and the eleven mountain bandits soon fell down one by one. The leader of the mountain bandit wanted to escape, but a flying hatchet penetrated his chest and fell into the snow.
Ning Chen's coldness made people feel cold, and the thirteen mountain bandits had nothing to say, along with a charming woman.
Ning Chen never thought of himself as a soft-hearted person. He once said that he believed that I would not go to and let others go to hell.
When he said this, he was serious, not a joke.
Perhaps, it was right that Cheng Muxue and Liming did not want to teach him martial arts, but he finally took this path.
The blood on the ink sword was still hot. Ning Chen wiped the blood off the sword with cold snow, and also cooled the sword body.
He knew that he did not regret it ...