Practice martial arts.

Losing to a master on the Tianlist is not embarrassing or shivering.

What's more, I fought with Qu Xie last night and had been able to survive over a hundred moves. After using the self-sacrifice, I could still hurt this real-life top spot. This proves that my martial arts are steadily improving.

Although each progress is small, it takes ten times more sweat and effort than before.

But that's OK.

Chen Qiu’s creed is that you don’t need to take too much every step. As long as you keep walking on the right path, you will reach the end one day.

With sword and jade in hand, time is not a problem at all.

He walked out of the room, stretched his waist wide, raised his fingers, and looked at the Xueji true energy and Shuoxue cold energy that were wrapped around his fingers, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Yin and Yang are really strange."

"Huh? Zhang Lan, why are you so miserable? You ran out to fight with the tiger last night?"

Chen Qiu just stretched his waist and saw Zhang Lan with exhaustion on his face, as if he had been squeezed out. He teased him, but Zhang Lan glared at him fiercely. The slutty man gritted his teeth and said:

"The mountain ghost is a monster! It's a damn thing! This young master can't avoid his strange sword with ten thousand Xiaoyaoyou! What's going on with his sword skills?"

"Okay, Zhang Lan, you've really gained your skills."

Chen Qiu patted Zhang Lan on the shoulder and said:

"You dare to practice against my Shangui Brother. Before you can be stabbed to death by Chengying's sword, your hand-held technique is definitely a unique martial arts world."

“It’s really good.”

In a hoarse voice, the mountain ghost holding the sword jumped down from the eaves and landed lightly beside Shen Qiu. Under the mask, there was a hint of praise in his eyes. He said to Zhang Lan:

"I underestimated you before, your silly light skills are good!"

Although Zhang Lan was praised by the mountain ghost, although she didn't know what the "sand sculpture" meant, she also showed a look of pride on her face.

He opened the fan with a silence, swayed, and walked towards several war horses.

The same praise, if you are spoken by different people, will naturally feel different.

Zhang Lan is also proud to be recognized by a master like Shan Gui.

However, Zhang Lan is in good condition, while Xiao Tie is in very poor condition.

He walked out of the house with two dark circles and yawning.

This scene made Chen Qiu frown, and he said:

"I'm having a weird dream again?"

"Um."

Xiao Tie rubbed his forehead and whispered:

"I don't know what's going on, but it seems that every time I sleep, I get closer to my elder brother, and there will be strange dreams."

The eyes of Shan Gui changed here. He looked at Xiao Tie, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he still didn't speak.

The speaker is unintentional, and the listener is intentional.

Hearing Xiao Tie's words, Chen Qiu glanced at Juque Sword and touched the sword jade on his wrist. His doubts in his heart once again aggravated a little.

However, Xiao Tie is now on the ground list, and such a strange dream cannot affect his physical strength.

The four of them brought some dry food, rode on horseback, and led by the mountain ghost to the northern foot of Taihang.

This Taihang Mountain was originally not divided into north and south.

The 800-mile Taihang Mountains start from the west mountain of Yanjing in the north and reach the Wangwu Mountain in the central plains in the south, and divide the terrain of the land of China. However, since the strange beasts came to the world twenty-five years ago, the Taihang Mountains have been separated from the center.

It was as if a giant beast took a bite into the center of the mountain range.

Not only did the mountains be cut off out of thin air, but it also created a rift of hundreds of miles long at the junction of north and south, like a cliff, extending all the way to the ground.

No one dared to go underground to see how deep the crack was, and the mountain people in the mountains never dared to come here, for fear of rushing to the mountain god.

However, there is no mountain god in Taihang Mountains.

But there is a murderous mountain ghost.

Four days later, at midnight, Datong, Shanxi Province, with less than 30 miles of boundary left with the grassland, in a post station on the border of the Northern Dynasties, the princess of the Northern Dynasties, Yelu Wan, was preparing to rest.

The princess was very tired after rushing to the road for several days.

Logically speaking, the matter of marriage between the eldest princess is naturally a major event in the country. It is not an exaggeration to pay attention to the face of a country.

But at this time most of the national strength of the Northern Dynasties was used to support front-line wars.

And this time, in order to avoid the emergence of extravagance, it is a secret marriage.

So Yelu Wan had to surrender to noble destiny and was very low-key all the way. Of course, she was the eldest princess after all, with a noble status. Although she was low-key, she was escorted by a large group of chariots and horses, and a group of maids and eunuchs who were dowrying.

Including the masters of the Tongwu Sect protected along the way and the Liaodong shamans, the number of people reached nearly 500.

They want to rest at this border station for a night. When tomorrow morning, an envoy from the Mongolian Golden Tent will come here to welcome the bride. By then, the momentum will be even greater.

But tonight, although Yelu Wan was tired, she had just taken a hot bath with poor conditions. She should have fallen asleep quickly, but she couldn't fall asleep.

On the one hand, getting close to the grassland means going further away from her future husband.

Which girl is not in love with spring?

Yelu Wan was seventeen years old. She liked to think too much and was worried about the girl. When she lay on the bed, she kept imagining the appearance of the Mongolian Khan.

Well, it was said that it was a knight, but in fact it was just a 14 or 15-year-old child, only one year older than his younger brother.

Such a match always makes Yelu Wan feel strange.

When she thought of herself, she would marry a child as old as her younger brother in a few days, and her bad feelings became even worse.

On the other hand, Yelu Wan was also worried about her younger brother.

In Yanjing, she could always give advice to her younger brother or simply comfort her.

My younger brother was young. If he had no support from her, what if he annoyed the old thief and was killed by an unknown life, just like his elder brother, what would he do?

Thinking of this, Yelu Wan felt a palpitations.

She also had a feeling of grief and anger in her heart. Since she had reached this point, she had to serve the little Mongolian Khan with her body and exchange for some power, so as to gain some help from her younger brother in the court.

As for yourself...

Alas, if you suffer, you will suffer a little more.

As long as my brother is safe and grows up safely and can continue the bloodline of the Yelu family, I will no longer ask for anything more.

But thinking about this, the eldest princess felt sad and it became even more difficult to fall asleep.

After several days of traveling, she was a little tired, and she even felt that she had auditory hallucinations...

Why is it so noisy outside the window?

There seemed to be screams and fighting.

Hmm?

Not auditory hallucination?

There are really people fighting outside!
Chapter completed!