Xuanxia

Chapter 311: The Second Miss of the Ning Family (Part )
"Wuwang Arrow?"

Manar listened to what Ning Wushu said dozens of steps away, and was stunned when he saw the arrow on her bow shining coldly.

He heard "sword" as "arrow" and didn't react. After a moment of shock, he quickly sneered: "No matter what kind of martial arts you use, you can't hurt me!"

"Come on! The stronger you are, the stronger I will be!"

After saying that, he rushed towards Ning Wushu again, with a cold glow on his scimitar.

Ning Wushu took a deep breath and pulled the bowstring to its full extent. His expression was as calm as pure water, without any fluctuation at all.

There was a slight sound of the bowstring and the arrow was released.

The moment she let go of the bow, her expression became a little dull.

The arrow flew towards Mannar. It did not make any violent whistling sound, nor did it have any terrifying speed. It just flew so lightly, like an ordinary arrow shot by countless ordinary hunters and archers.

Mannar ignored it, even straightened his chest and took the initiative to face it.

Thus, this arrow, without any sound, hit Mannar's chest lightly.

Ding--

That was the sound of an arrow hitting the wolf-tooth necklace on his chest.

No...that's not right.

By the time Mannar reacted, he was already flying in the air like a sack!

He had no idea how he was blown away, nor did he know what had happened to him. Only when he was in mid-air did he realize that the slight sound he heard just now was the sound of the necklace on his neck breaking!
boom!
Mannar fell heavily into the field several feet away, covered in mud. He got up in fear and looked down at the necklace.

Sure enough, cracks appeared on several wolf fangs on the necklace!
He was still not injured and the necklace was still protecting him, but it failed to completely neutralize the power of the arrow!

"How, how is it possible?!"

Mannar's pupils trembled: "This arrow is so light, how is it possible?!"

"This arrow is indeed very light."

Ning Wushu's voice came slowly: "But this world is very heavy."

As she spoke, she loaded the second arrow onto the bow.

"More than 30 years ago, my mother, who had been diagnosed as infertile, finally became pregnant with my eldest brother after drinking the medicine that my father carefully prepared."

She said softly, "That day, my father finally had a son. He realized the true meaning of harmony between heaven and man, and studied it carefully for ten months. On the day my eldest brother was born, he created this sword."

With a humming sound, the bowstring sounded slightly and the arrow flew out.

Mannar was shocked. How could he dare to underestimate this arrow? He quickly swung the scimitar in his hand, trying to mobilize the power absorbed by the necklace when it just knocked away his arrow, and use the same method to retaliate and cut off the arrow!

But when he swung the knife, he was stunned.

"How come, no?"

"That arrow was able to shatter the fangs of the Ancestral Wolf, how could it not have any power..."

It was too late for him to react.

The second arrow came and landed on Mannar's chest again.

Ding!
There was another crisp sound, Mannar groaned, and was thrown away again!
He was like a powerless scarecrow, thrown dozens of steps away by this huge force. After landing, he rolled in the mud for a long time before he came to a heavy stop.

When he climbed up in pain, the wolf tooth necklace was already covered with cracks!

"The sword of Wuwang cannot be cultivated unless one is extremely wise but appears foolish, or extremely brave but appears timid; it cannot be obtained unless one has no worries in his heart and no attachments in his mind."

Ning Wushu said softly and put the third arrow on the nock.

"It requires no talent, no training, no need to open up the martial arts orifices, and even no need to wield a sword."

The bowstring was fully drawn again, and after Ning Wushu shot two arrows, although he was obviously much more tired, he was still calm: "Those who have no false thoughts, have no desires and no thoughts, and are in harmony with the will of heaven."

“Although he looks like a child, when he raises his hand, the power of heaven moves him; when he steps, the power of earth moves him. He can move mountains by playing with mud and sand; he can fill the sea by pushing stones and rolling logs!”

The string sounded again, and the third arrow flew away!

After the two arrows, Mannar was already scared to death. He no longer had any of his previous arrogance. When he saw the third arrow coming, he didn't even think of resisting and ran away.

But how could he outrun an arrow?
This time, when the light arrow landed on his back, the wolf tooth string on his neck finally broke!

The huge force threw him heavily into the mud in the field. His face was covered in dirt. When he looked up, he saw the wolf tooth fragments scattered around.

"No, it's impossible!" He stared at the fragments with a look of disbelief, and he was no longer speaking Dayan Mandarin, but Northern Yi dialect: "Ancestor Wolf's Fang, how is this possible..."

After shooting three arrows, Ning Wushu could no longer hold the bow. Her legs were soft and she struggled to hang the bow back on her back. She stepped deep and shallow in the mud and walked towards Manar.

Mannar knelt on the ground, holding the wolf tooth fragments.

As Ning Wushu got closer, the surprise in his eyes gradually faded.

"I see... This is the will of Changshengtian."

He sighed: "It seems that I am destined to die here, but it doesn't matter..."

He raised his head and looked at the huge flock of crows not far away.

"The ancestral spirits will return, and our Great Yi people will regain the heart of heaven!"

Snapped!
Ning Wushu had come behind him, swung the scabbard of his saber, and hit Mannar hard on the back of his head.

Although she was exhausted, she still had some energy in her body. This slap made Mannar's eyes roll back - he didn't faint, but he fell to the ground with a groan of pain.

"You should give up on this idea."

Ning Wushu said calmly: "Fu Qingzhou is more determined than you think. Your ridiculous plan will not succeed at all."

"Hehehe...really?"

Mannar slowly got up from the ground and laughed solemnly: "You don't know anything at all, you don't know anything at all!"

"Really?" Ning Wushu said calmly, "Do you want to taste the name of Wuwang Sword again?"

"?"

Manar was stunned for a moment, then gradually came to his senses: "Your last name is Ning, Wuwang... Ning Wuwang? The owner of Pai Shu Lou, Ning Wuwang? Who is he to you?!"

"He is my good-for-nothing elder brother."

Ning Wushu said calmly: "It's just that my father still likes him very much. He made him the head of the family and let him manage the Paishu Building."

"Ning Wuwang, is he your elder brother?!"

Manar's eyes widened and he said in a trembling voice, "You, you are the daughter of Dayan Xiangjian Master Ning Baimei?!"

Ning Wushu smiled weakly: "Tell me, do I understand your damn ancestral spirit?"

"..."

Manar was really a little scared this time, but he still forced a smile: "Even if you are Ning Baimei's daughter, you can't know..."

"Is it?"

Ning Wushu interrupted him: "Fu Qingzhou is from Bailu Mountain and Xijiao Village, right?"

Mannar's pupils trembled.

"You really shouldn't let him know these things." Ning Wushu said softly, "Now the time has not come yet. If you let him know some things in advance, it will not only be bad for you, but also for the world."

"You, you..." Mannar said in shock: "What does this mean?"

"Ah."

Ning Wushu chuckled and said, "How about this, you give out the traitors who helped you sneak into my Dayan territory, and I'll let you die knowingly?"

Manar was a little tempted at first, but he quickly reacted: "There is no traitor at all. I am the prince of Dayi and the commander of the military books. How difficult is it for me to sneak into your Yan Kingdom?"

"It seems so."

Ning Wushu smiled and said, "You are confused. I just lied to you and you let your mouth shut... Don't worry, I will interrogate you slowly later."

After that, she swung the scabbard again and struck hard.

This time she hit Mannar on the temple. Mannar didn't even have time to make a sound. His eyes rolled back and he fainted.

Looking at the little prince of Beiyi who had fainted on the ground, Ning Wushu did not show much joy in his eyes.

She raised her head and looked at the black cloud formed by a flock of crows in the sky, and a hint of worry flashed in her eyes.

Then she coughed loudly a few times, reached out and grabbed one of Mannar's legs, dragged him, staggering and walking towards the center of the village with heavy steps.

(End of this chapter)