In the hall, Ning Chen was eating when he suddenly stopped and turned to look at the shopkeeper. A terrifying green light rose in his eyes," Shopkeeper, the dishes haven't been served yet, right?"
"I…I'll go get it now."
Being stared at by this terrifying gaze, the shopkeeper's entire body was immediately covered in sweat as he stammered.
After the shopkeeper left, Ning Chen looked at the few people beside him. His murderous aura was overflowing, scaring the few of them away immediately. They went back to serve the dishes.
The rest of the dishes were quickly served. The innkeeper, the waiter, the chef, the vegetable cleaners, and so on began to watch, and there was a trend of more and more people surrounding.
The helpers who were sleeping in the back hall were also shocked by this scene. Out of curiosity, they came over to take a look. Then, their jaws dropped in shock.
No matter how one described it, the way a man and a horse ate was simply like swallowing mountains and rivers, insane…
There would always be such an unforgettable scene in one's life. However, the pitiful memories of everyone present were destined to be imprinted with a terrifying scene by the pair of hungry ghosts in front of them. This scene was even more terrifying than today's snow. It was a once-in-a-century scene.
An hour later, the man and the horse finally stopped. They looked at each other and grinned. They were equally satisfied and happy.
The battle stopped, and Chef and the others went back to sleep in a daze. They could not come back to their senses along the way.
The little white horse was brought to the stable by the waiter to rest. Ning Chen booked a room and prepared to have a good night's sleep.
He had experienced too much these days. His brain had been stuffed with many unimaginable things, and he was already somewhat overloaded.
After all, he was still an ordinary person. He had his own thoughts and could not accept so many unimaginable concepts at once.
That night, it was unprecedentedly quiet. The little white horse in the stable and Ning Chen in the guest room were sleeping so soundly that they could not be woken up by lightning.
The next day, when the sun was high up in the sky, Ning Chen pushed open the door of his room and woke up the little white horse that was still sleeping. He wanted to continue on his journey.
The little white horse was not fully awake and was in a bad mood, or rather, it was quite bad. Therefore, it threw a tantrum and rolled around, refusing to leave.
Ning Chen sat at the side and sneered as he watched the former throw a tantrum. A moment later, he pulled out his black sword and stabbed it into the stone slab. He said indifferently," Are you going or not?”
Seeing the black sword stuck in the ground, the little white horse shuddered, and its mind cleared. Xilulu called out and immediately got up.
" At least you know what's good for you." Ning Chen put away his sword and said with a fake smile.
Some horses couldn't be treated well. If you gave them a little bit of color, they would jump on you and get ready to start the dye house.
Ning Chen made up his mind to go back to the palace and see his eldest grandson.
This decision was very difficult to make. He did not know how to go back, but he had to go back.
The letter in his hand was of great importance. More importantly, the continuous pursuit of the West Palace had made him very angry.
In the palace, the only person he trusted was Zhangsun. If he wanted to make the West Palace wary, this letter was most suitable to be in Zhangsun's hands.
However, although he was determined, the thought of meeting his eldest grandson made Ning Chen feel guilty. Trust and fear were two completely different things. If he had no other choice, he would not dare to go back.
She wondered if the anger in Zhangsun's heart had subsided after so much time had passed.
Ning Chen was afraid. As he walked, he muttered to the little white horse beside him," Little White, I'll take you to see someone in two days."
" Huff huff." The little white horse was surprised. It turned its head and blinked its eyes, asking again," Who is it?"”
Ning Chen's body trembled slightly and he laughed dryly." You'll know when you see him."
For half a day in the morning, Ning Chen spun his wheelchair around the city. He bought a lot of things along the way and threw them all on the little white horse.
In the past, they were not familiar with each other. Now that they were so familiar with each other, there was no need to differentiate between them.
Moreover, this fellow had to pay a price for eating and drinking his food.
The little white horse accepted the oppression and did not dare to resist. The threat from this morning was still fresh in its mind, so it could only silently swallow this loss.
Half a day later, the man and the horse set off, heading south. That was the direction of the Imperial City.
Before that, he had to go back to the Academy. After meeting Zhangsun, he wanted to go to the Sword City in the east.
The Academy and the Imperial City were not far from each other. For a few people, they were even close.
The Dian Peak of the Great Xia was not very powerful. The reason why it could still dominate the world was because of the invincible military strength of the Great Xia and the existence of the Academy.
The Dean of the Academy was one of the five strongest people in the world. Even though there was a sixth Inborn expert now, it still did not change the fact that the Dean was one of the five strongest people.
Inborn experts also needed time to accumulate. It was not possible to reach the world-shaking strength of the five people in the world once they entered the Inborn realm.
Although the sixth Connate was extremely talented, he still needed time to settle down.
In this world, probably no one except Ning Chen could be sure who the sixth Inborn was. The Barren City in the east was too mysterious, and even the powerful Great Xia did not want to provoke it easily.
One of the most powerful marquises of Great Xia had been stationed there for many years, causing the world to be even more curious about the origins of that city in the east.
However, none of the spies that had been sent to the city over the years had returned alive. When the swordsmen of the world looked at the city, their hearts would always feel heavy because they saw a sword in the city.
Or rather, they saw the entire city as a sword.
Therefore, the Barren City was also known as the Sword City by all the swordsmen in the world.
It was a supreme sword. Its sharpness was completely restrained, but it made all the swordsmen in the world submit to it.
It was rumored that there might be a powerful swordsman in Sword City, a swordsman that even Inborn experts feared.
The rumors were ridiculous. Everyone knew that the Connate Realm was the Saint Realm of martial arts. It was completely different from the Postnatal Realm. If someone could fight with a Connate, then that person must be a Connate.
However, even such an absurd rumor still convinced many swordsmen. They believed that those who had attained the Sword Dao were able to fight against Connate Cultivators even if they had not broken through to the Connate Realm.
Regardless of whether this rumor was true or false, the strength of Sword City was unquestionable. It forced Great Xia to send a Martial Marquis to lead troops to guard it for a long time. It could be seen how terrifying the deterrence of martial power was when it reached a certain level.
The Vastheaven Academy, the Temple of Distress, the Divine Palace of Eternal Night, the Golden Tent of Northern Meng, and Sword City were all forbidden areas for martial artists. No expert dared to enter without permission.
Ning Chen didn't know what relationship Mu Chengxue had with Sword City, but he had to go there sooner or later, perhaps after he returned to the palace.
He wanted to see what had happened to that woman. He could not forget the aura from that day. It was a coldness that could cut through everything. It was so cold that it made him feel a little cold.
Mu Chengxue was the first person he had met in this life, and he had an extraordinary meaning to him. He hated the feeling that floated in his heart that day. If he could not confirm with his own eyes whether his premonition was true or false, he would never be able to let go of the stone that was pressing down on his heart.
His purpose of returning to the Academy was simple. Whether he went back to the palace or to the Sword City in the east, he might encounter unimaginable dangers. He needed to be faster, and the wheelchair he was in was indeed too slow.
There was a Mr. Lu in the Academy who was best at the art of craftsmanship. At that time, Mr. Lu said that it was the first time in his life that he was using a wheelchair. It was inevitable that he would be a little rusty, so he would make do with it.
Although Ning Chen had always thought that this wheelchair was far beyond what Elder Lu had said, it was already too slow. He had to go back and change it.
Originally, he wanted to wait until his strength was a little stronger, until he was strong enough to protect himself, before going to the Sword City in the east to look for Mu Chengxue. However, he was ultimately not a patient person. Being able to endure for so long was already his limit.
He listened to the Headmaster of the Academy and went to the north. It was also a kind of experience to untie the knot in his heart. He had been living under the protection of his eldest grandson. He had experienced a lot but had not grown much. After all, everyone had to walk their own path, and he was no exception.
Now that he had a clear goal on his way back, he was much faster than when he came. Every time he passed by a new place, the little white horse would be very excited. However, Ning Chen's mood could not be better because he found that the golden paper he had obtained on the altar was really driving him crazy.
The cultivation technique recorded on the paper was very powerful, but the requirements were also scarily high, especially the moves. They directly required one to be at least at the Connate Realm to cultivate.
Ning Chen was indignant. If he was at the Xiantian Realm, why would he practice such a lousy move? He could just rely on his cultivation to slap the enemy to death.
He could not practice the moves, but he could refer to the mental cultivation method. The cyclone space in the human body's dantian was very large. As long as he was not afraid of death, he could accommodate any type of true qi.
Unfortunately, the essence of this page was in the moves recorded at the end. Although the mental cultivation method was extraordinary, it could not unleash much of its power without the coordination of moves.
The only good news was that the two golden pages did not conflict with each other, which meant that even if he practiced it, he would not die.
Then, he started practicing.
Of course, he still focused on the cultivation technique on the first page of the golden paper. This cultivation technique was also used just in case.
Ten days later, Feng Pupu and his horse finally returned to the Academy.
At this time, the students of the Academy had also started school.
After returning, Ning Chen first paid his respects to the Headmaster. It had only been a month, and the Headmaster had aged even more. However, he still looked quite energetic.
The Headmaster liked the little white horse very much, so Ning Chen decided to keep it and went to find Mr. Lu himself.
Elder Lu's residence was not in the Academy, but in an orphanage about three miles away from it.
Elder Lu liked silence, especially when he was researching new ideas. He hated being disturbed, but Ning Chen felt that his temper was very compatible with this strange old man.
When Ning Chen arrived at Mr. Lu's residence, the door of the orphanage was closed. It was obvious that no one was welcome to enter.
He knew that the strange old man was probably still studying his frames at this time, so he was not in a hurry. Instead, he sat outside the door and waited quietly.
Not long after, a grumpy voice came from the courtyard,"Come in!"
Ning Chen smiled and pushed the door open. He saw a messy old man fiddling with a pile of wood.
"Elder Lu!"
"You're not dead yet?"
Elder Lu didn't even raise his head, but he already knew who it was. He was sitting in a wheelchair, so he could tell from the sound.
Ning Chen couldn't help but laugh and replied," Elder Lu, you're worrying too much. I don't want to die yet."
However, before he could finish his sentence, Ning Chen's eyes suddenly narrowed. His right hand instantly drew the black sword in front of him, and with a bang, his body and wheelchair slid back more than ten meters.
"Not bad, you've improved quite a bit."
Elder Lu clapped his hands and roughly understood why Ning Chen had come over. This wheelchair was indeed slow.
"Cough cough."
Ning Chen's chest felt stuffy and he vomited a mouthful of blood. He glared at the old man in front of him and said angrily," Old Lu, haven't you passed your menopause yet?!”
Menopause?"
Old Lu did not understand and asked in puzzlement.
Ning Chen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said,"I'm praising you for being smart."
Elder Lu nodded." Oh, then your whole family is going through menopause."
“……”
Ning Chen shut his mouth. He knew that this old man was much harder to deal with than he looked on the surface. He was old and shrewd. He was not lying at all.
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