Zhangsun pondered for a long time, while Qing Ning and the Sword Consecrator knelt in front of him for a long time.
"Qingning, prepare a brush and ink."
After a long time, Zhangsun sighed and said.
"Yes, sir."
Qing Ning stood up and quickly fetched a pen and ink, placing them on the table beside Zhangsun.
Zhangsun quickly wrote two letters, folded them, and handed them to Xiaoning. He said seriously,"
"Two letters. Send one to the Triumph Marquis Residence, and the other to Ning Chen. Pass it to the College Chief of Vastheaven Academy."
Qing Ning took the letter and immediately went out to make arrangements.
Exalt Sword kowtowed and thanked him. A hint of relief flashed across his tired face. If that person was willing to help, then Ning Chen would be saved.
The two of them left. Zhangsun looked at Ning Chen in front of him, his eyes filled with complicated emotions. No matter what, you won 20,000 warhorses for Great Xia. You didn't cover up your credit. BenGong will help you again.
A moment later, Qing Ning returned and brought Ning Chen away before leaving the palace.
Not long after Qing Ning left, an urgent order came from the north, causing Zhangsun's expression to change drastically.
The Royal Court of North Meng had sent out their troops!
This was a major event. The peace that had been maintained for nearly twenty years was finally broken.
However, this time, the person leading the army was no longer the former Marshal of North Mongolia. Instead, it was a woman called Fan Lingyue.
Why would the Royal Court of North Mongolia, which had a bold and unconstrained culture and worshipped the strong, allow a woman to lead an army? This puzzled many people in Great Xia.
However, Zhangsun, who had been paying attention to the changes in the Royal Court of North Mongolia in recent years, knew very well how terrifying this woman named Fan Lingyue was.
This time, Great Xia had truly encountered their strongest opponent.
With Marquis Beiwu guarding the northern border, it shouldn't be a problem for the time being. But this time, the Royal Court of North Mongolia was coming at them menacingly, and it would definitely be difficult to resist.
In the distant Beizhang Plains, Fan Lingyue was sitting in front of the army, watching the war machines slowly advance one after another. A faint sorrow flashed across his beautiful and pale face.
"Cough cough."
As the cold wind blew past, Fan Lingyue covered his mouth and coughed a few times. He looked at the faint blood on his palm and immediately covered it up without showing any signs.
"Military Advisor, please take care of your body."
Beside Fan Lingyue, the young general who always followed him had a worried look on his face as he spoke.
"Yeah."
Fan Lingyue nodded his head. He glanced at the direction of the Grand Xia Imperial City in the distance and sighed lightly. He then turned around and walked towards the commander's tent.
It was a pity that Xia's fortune had not reached its worst. However, the Martial Lord of the First Hall of the Eternal Night Cult had come out of seclusion. She could not delay the dispatch of troops. Most importantly, she did not have much time left...
The resources of the country she was born in were so scarce that most of the people lived in poverty all year round. If she wanted to solve this problem, the only way was to invade, invade everything.
The marshal of the Royal Court of North Mongolia was old, and the current king was still young and weak. She could only lead the troops personally and help the Royal Court of North Mongolia conquer a huge dynasty.
Great Xia was the biggest obstacle in front of her, and she had no other choice.
The only pity was that the few hidden chess pieces she had set up earlier had been messed up. Otherwise, the current situation would be more favorable to the Royal Court of North Mongolia.
That little eunuch named Ning Chen had appeared too suddenly and strangely. No matter what, he had to get rid of him.
What she hated the most in her life was variables!
"How's the negotiation between Carefree and the Eternal Night Divine Cult going?"
In front of the tent, Fan Lingyue stopped in his tracks and asked softly.
" Lord Ye Wu agreed to give me one Pantheon Heavy Armor, but he has a condition. He wants to increase the original 20,000 warhorses to 30,000," the young general replied respectfully.
"Change. Tell Carefree not to waste any more time and transport the heavy armor back as soon as possible."
Fan Lingyue narrowed his eyes and said softly. The Royal Court of North Mongolia had no lack of horses. In comparison, the Pantheon Heavy Armor was much more useful in her hands.
Not only did she want the Eternal Night Divine Sect to grow bigger, but she also wanted to have the courage to pull out a tooth from the tiger's mouth. Now that the biggest enemy of both sides was Great Xia, it was far from the time for the Royal Court of North Meng and the Eternal Night Divine Sect to have a conflict in the short term.
" Yes." The young general nodded and watched Fan Lingyue enter the tent.
As long as there was no summons or something extremely important, no one was allowed to enter the military counselor's tent. This was the rule, the rule set by the military counselor.
Coughing sounds could be heard from time to time in the tent. It was light, but it was so clear.
When the Royal Court of North Meng sent out their troops, the First Palace of Eternal Night was situated on a tall stone staircase in the west of Great Xia. The previous desolation had long disappeared, and in its place were majestic side halls.
After the restriction was lifted, the once awe-inspiring First Temple of Yongye reappeared in the human world. Without a doubt, it would bring about the most drastic change in the world.
A tall figure sat on a throne in the First Shrine surrounded by the other palaces. He stared into the distance with a disdainful gaze. His aura was so powerful that it distorted the surrounding space.
This was the strongest man in the world, the First Hall Master of the Eternal Night Cult, a powerful existence that surpassed the Postnatal Realm.
In an ancient city not far from here, a man dressed in blood-red clothes, whose age was difficult to determine, opened his eyes at the same time. He looked to the west, and his expression gradually became solemn.
He knew that the Martial Lords of the Eternal Night Divine Sect were about to set off.
The Martial Lords of the Eternal Night Divine Sect were all brave and warlike people. Once they came out of seclusion, there would be a war.
The Blood Red Marquis stood up and summoned the deputy general. He gave a few instructions and then walked to the front of the city alone, waiting for the flames of war to ignite.
The marquises of Great Xia existed precisely for the sake of war.
In the imperial palace of Xia, secret reports were delivered to the Revelation Hall one after another. Emperor Xia, who was sitting in a long chair, looked as calm as water. His eyes flickered coldly as he read the secret reports.
The war had yet to officially begin, but the aura of war had already spread rapidly throughout the Great Xia Imperial City. In a short three days, one sentry horse after another rushed over from the west and the northern border. In addition to other secret means of communication, they reported in detail the situation at the front line.
The commoners of the Imperial City did not panic too much. Great Xia had been prosperous for a thousand years and invincible for a thousand years. This had also caused the commoners of Great Xia to develop an indescribable confidence. They did not hesitate to believe that Great Xia would not lose.
Regardless of whether this confidence was good or bad, at the very least, the soldiers who maintained the security of the Imperial City heaved a sigh of relief.
The commoners continued to live their lives as usual. At most, they had more to talk about after eating and drinking.
Of course, the story of the young eunuch named Yingyong fighting the envoy of the Zhen Ji Kingdom still occupied most of the storyteller and the waiter's pages.
It was a truth that would never change.
No one knew that the main character they were talking about had already walked a full circle on the road to the netherworld, and was finally saved by the legendary College Chief of Vastheaven Academy.
However, although his life was saved, because his meridians were severely injured and his leg bones were broken, Ning Chen was disabled.
Whether he could accept it or not, it was a fact. Therefore, there was a young man who often sat in a wheelchair in a daze in the Academy.
The Academy did not take in idlers, and Ning Chen was forced to enter the Academy through the back door by his distant relatives in the residence of the Marquis of Triumph, so he had no special privileges.
Therefore, the Academy arranged for him to do the only job he could do now, chopping firewood!
Most of the students in the Academy were the sons of aristocratic families. The worst of them had entered the Academy with the title of a rare genius. It could be said that there were many talents and geniuses everywhere. Ning Chen was naturally the least eye-catching among such a group.
The triumphant marquis 'residence was famous, but Ning Chen, who was obviously unrelated, was destined to not be able to bask in the glory of the War God.
Zhangsun had thought so too, so he didn't plan to arrange a dazzling identity for Ning Chen.
The dean who treated Ning Chen had disappeared when he woke up. The rest of the arrangements were made by a middle-aged man.
It was obvious that the middle-aged man looked down on Ning Chen, but he did not deliberately make things difficult for him. He left after arranging the work.
As time passed, Ning Chen became a very special existence in the Academy. A student was not a student, and a teacher was not a teacher.
Simply put, he was a handyman who could enter and leave the Academy freely.
Ever since his legs were crippled, Ning Chen had become silent. His usual smile was no longer there. Many times, he would sit there in a daze for two hours.
During his days in the Academy, he only chopped firewood and cultivated every day. He rarely spoke. After a long time, the students of the Academy even thought that he was a mute.
Chopping firewood was a very monotonous job. Ning Chen had a foundation in martial arts, so it was easier for him to chop firewood than ordinary people. As he chopped, he could chop two pieces of firewood that were almost the same size with each slash.
Time passed day by day, and the chopping knives became blunt one after another. The people of the Academy were used to the presence of such a strange person, so they were not surprised.
The Academy was actually very big. The place where Ning Chen was at was the quietest corner. There were not many students, so there was less trouble.
The Academy had several teachers and a Headmaster. The Headmaster was old and rarely taught, and few people went to listen.
However, Ning Chen liked the teacher's lessons. He attended every class and listened very seriously.
The Headmaster was an old man who was even quieter than him. He had a white beard and white hair. He was really old. It would take a long time to finish a lesson, so the young students did not have the patience to listen.
The Headmaster was very knowledgeable and was proficient in poetry, books, etiquette, and Yi. In the words of the Headmaster, the longer one lived, the more one would know.
Ever since Ning Chen's legs were crippled, he had slowed down. He walked slowly and learned slowly. Therefore, he liked the teacher who was also very slow.
Sometimes, the teacher would take a whole day to finish his lesson. When everyone had left, Ning Chen was left alone in the simple and crude hall. The teacher would also slowly finish his lesson.
At night, Ning Chen went back to chop the firewood that he hadn't chopped during the day. He spent the rest of the time either cultivating or sleeping. It was very simple. There was nothing else to do.
In the autumn of that year, Great Xia issued a new calendar to record the start of the war.
In the autumn of the first year of the new calendar, the Royal Court of Beimeng sent out 300,000 troops to Beizhang Plain, preparing to attack Great Xia.
However, a heavy snowfall that was brought forward by nearly a month changed all of this, delaying the war that was supposed to come by four months.
This was a sudden snowfall. No one had expected it. The Imperial Astronomical Supervisor of Great Xia had not expected it. Fan Lingyue of the Royal Court of North Mongolia had not expected it either. It came so suddenly and disrupted everyone's plans.
It was snowing in the Academy. It might not be a big deal for others, but it was a big problem for Ning Chen. It was difficult for him to walk in the snow, so he slowed down.
Later on, he realized that the Headmaster was also slower. Because of the heavy snow and the old age of the Headmaster, both classes and lessons were much later. The two of them happened to be walking at the same pace.
The only thing that Ning Chen did not expect was that ever since his legs were crippled, his cultivation had actually progressed faster than before. In two months, his cultivation had already advanced to Houtian fourth grade.
Of course, this price was not what he wanted.
Moreover, when it snowed, his legs would hurt a lot. It was a heart-wrenching pain that pierced into his bones. It was a pain that made him die.
From that day on, Ning Chen began to dislike the snow.
However, things did not go as he wished. The snow had no intention of stopping. It had been snowing intermittently for more than a month, but it had not cleared up yet.
In the snowstorm, the Academy's annual year-end assessment arrived.
Ning Chen wasn't a student and didn't need to take the test, but he was caught by a teacher and forced to work hard.
The teacher was old, so naturally, he couldn't be the invigilator. Therefore, Ning Chen was caught to invigilate the teacher's class.
Moreover, this was requested by the Headmaster.
Ning Chen became the first invigilator since the establishment of the Academy.
Fortunately, there weren't many students who chose to listen to the teacher's lessons, so invigilating the exam didn't seem difficult…
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