Marquis of Grand Xia

Outside the imperial city, ten miles of maple forest, destined to live with ghosts and ghosts, return to ordinary days.

In the Imperial City, the seven martial arts princes of the Daxia Dynasty looked at the direction of Shilin Maple Forest, and their expressions were all dignified.

Da Xia has been peaceful for many years, and no one is allowed to break this tranquility, except that the one in Shili Maple Forest has an amazing breath.

Contemporary Triumphant Hou left the Imperial City personally and went to Shilin Fenglin.

The remaining six martial artists stood still in the imperial city, waiting for news of the triumphant marquis.

In ten miles of Maple Forest, Ning Chen played with ghosts and ghosts.

Outside the Maple Forest, Daxia Triumphant Hou stepped forward, his black armor clanging.

The title of martial arts passed down from generation to generation symbolizes the supreme glory of Daxia. In order to protect the safety of Daxia, generations of martial arts fight bloodlessly and never fear any crisis.

In the maple forest, Ning Chen felt the coming person's breath, patted his small head gently, and smiled, "Gui Gui, come to the guest, go and play for a while."

"Yes, dad."

Gui Gui milk whispered a whisper, and ran aside to play.

At this time, Daxia Contemporary Triumphant Hou came to Fenglin and saw the young man with white hair in front of him, his expression slightly condensed.

The two people who looked at each other were calm as water and the other was abnormally alert. However, no one spoke.

For a long time, Ning Chen smiled on his face and said, "You should call me Senior."

Triumphant Hou Wenyan, with a stunned look, quickly recovered, respectfully saluting, "Senior."

"Triumphant?"

Ning Chen looked at the armor on the former and asked.

"Exactly."

Triumphant Hou Zheng said.

Ning Chen looked in the direction of the imperial city and said softly, "You are good."

He thought that after so many years, Daxia had ceased to exist, and he did not expect that this dying dynasty could be passed down to this day.

Triumphant Hou looked at the white-haired man in front of him and became more familiar with it.

Why, he always felt that the person in front of him had seen him.

Suddenly, the triumphant Hou looked shocked, his face unbelievable.

The patron saint in the legend of Da Xia

In front of the Royal Palace, there is a statue. At that time, the Great Tribulation of the Divine State, the commander Hou and his party did not hesitate to live and die, and walked against the sky to save the Divine State from the catastrophe. This legend is almost well known on the Divine Land.

The man in front of him and the idol in front of the palace are too similar.

"Triumph, meet Senior Zhiminghou!"

Triumphant Hou returned to God, and performed a respectful respectfully, his heart was turbulent, like a surging wave.

Hearing these familiar three words, Ning Chen's face showed a look of nostalgia.

"You are all very good."

Ning Chen calmed his mind and said with emotion, "The most important thing to keep the honor of Wuhou is to keep this pure land."

"Yes." Triumphant Hou said respectfully.

"Go back, there is something you can come to me at any time." Ning Chen said calmly.

"Triumphant retreat."

Triumphant Hou paid a ritual and immediately turned away.

Triumphant Hou left, and Ning Chen walked to the ghost he was playing with, crouched down, and said softly, "What are you doing, ghost?

"Draw a picture."

Gui Gui held a small branch in his hand and drew pictures on the ground in response.

"What do you draw?" Ning Chen asked curiously.

"Niu Niu."

Ghost ghost childish voice.

Ning Chen squatted patiently and watched the ghost paintings without disturbing.

After painting for a long time, Gui Gui painted a strange, ridiculous Niu Niu, which looks a little ridiculous.

"Daddy, the painting is done."

Gui Gui raised his head, looking expectantly, and said.

"The painting is good."

Ning Chen chuckled and said, "Just, it can be better."

After finishing talking, Ning Chen picked up a branch from his side, added a lot to the painting of Gui Gui, and then added a finishing touch to it.

Guigui looked at the Niu Niu painted by his father, his big beautiful eyes were wide and bright.

"Look at it, doesn't it look like it?"

After the painting was completed, Ning Chen looked at the little fellow around him and asked softly.

"Like, Dad is so powerful."

Gui Gui said with a look of admiration.

Ning Chen smiled and said, "Gui Gui is also great, and it will get better and better in the future."

Exaggerated by his father, the smile on his face was like a flower, and he was very happy.

Father and son Tianlun, so warm, Gui Gui hugged his father, coquettishly said, "Dad, I want to eat candy gourd."

"Okay, Dad takes you to buy."

Ning Chen got up, stretched out his hand, and said.

Daxia Imperial City, Triumphant Hou Mansion, and seven martial arts princes gathered in Daxia. When they heard that Triumphant Hou said the identity of a young man in Shilin Maple, he was shocked.

The patron saint of Daxia legend

"The Zhiming Hou is still alive." The contemporary Wangchuan Hou said with a shocked expression.

"There is nothing wrong with that senior and the idol looks exactly the same, and he did not lie." Kaixuanhou said.

"To live in this era, how strong is that senior?" Wangchuan Hou Ning said.

"Not measurable."

Triumphant Hou responded, "In front of him, I can't even get the idea to shoot."

"It must be the fatalist."

At this time, among the seven martial princes, there was a woman who said, "The Shili Fenglin is buried with the empress of my old grandson. Legend has it that the empress of the grandson is the same as his mother and son. Because it is guarded by the power of the knight, it will never die. "

"Bloodcoat Hou's words are reasonable."

Wang Chuanhou nodded and said, "As soon as the senior appeared, he returned to Shilin Maple Forest, which is indeed a fathom."

"The senior came."

The woman, who is also a contemporary blood-dressed man, looks away from the Imperial City with a solemn look.

The other six martial artists also felt the strong breath coming from afar, and their hearts were slightly frozen.

In the summer city of Ningxia, Ning Chen led ghosts and ghosts. The prosperity of the imperial city was more than the original.

Ning Chen looked at the big Xiahuangcheng that was familiar but more strange in front of her, and the stream of light flashed in his eyes.

"Daddy, candied fruit."

Gui Gui stretched out his hand and pointed to the booth not far away, looking forward to it.

"Yes."

Ning Chen nodded and took Guigui to buy the sugar gourd.

At this moment, not far away, seven martial princes headed by the triumphant marquis came, ten steps away, and stopped.

Before the booth ten steps away, Ning Chen put a bunch of candied gourds in the hands of ghosts and ghosts and smiled, "Ghosts and ghosts, is that enough?"

"Enough."

Gui Gui responded, stretched the candied fruit in front of him, and said softly, "Daddy eats."

Ning Chen took a bite of sugar gourd, sweet and sour, the taste was exactly the same as it was then.

Ten steps away ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Seven martial artists looked at the white-haired young man in front of them, and no one dared to step forward to bother.

Like, it's too much.

On the street, Ning Chen turned around and saw the seven contemporary martial arts fighters. He smiled and said, "Don't be nervous. Ghosts want to eat sugar gourds. We will go back in a while."

"Senior Commander."

Bloodcoat Hou stepped forward, a blood-red tight-fitting battlesuit was so flamboyant, his eyes looked at the patron saint in the legend of Daxia in front, and respectfully said, "I have waited for the martial arts road for many years to stagnate.

Ning Chen looked at the seven people and sighed in his heart. It turned out that the shackles of Wuxia Xiuwei of Daxia still existed after such a long time.

During his lifetime of battle, he was entangled in the killing industry. Although the martial arts warriors of all generations in Daxia were astonishing, their cultivation practice was severely controlled and they struggled hard.

"If you have time, go to Shilin Fenglin to find me."

Ning Chen converged, said with a smile, and immediately left with a ghost.