Marquis of Grand Xia

On the banks of the river, the water waves beat the shore. It is quiet and full of vitality. The paintings in the lake are always drifting and never docked for a moment.

The dawn fell, and at the beginning of the day, inside and outside the painting, the quiet world gradually became more lively.

On the boat, the little girl who wanted to stay in bed was picked up and started to get angry.

"Can you practice later?"

Yin'er was wrapped in a quilt.

"What time is it, still asleep"

Ning Chen carried her little girl and said helplessly.

"Last night last night"

Yin'er tried hard to drill into the quilt, unwilling to get up.

"You are not shy, any martial arts person still sleeps every day until this time when he can't get up."

Ning Chen dragged the little girl out again and murmured softly.

"I'm already very powerful, I don't need to get up early and practice in the dark"

Yin'er rubbed his big eyes, dissatisfied.

"You're also embarrassed to say that you are powerful. You are a fool like me. I can beat you more than one hundred. Don't talk nonsense. Get up quickly and teach you to practice sword today." Ning Chen said angrily.

Yin'er rubbed his hair frantically, and immediately felt stupefied. He felt a little wrong. Looking at the person in front of him, he wondered, "How come this sounds so familiar?"

"Sleep too much, sleep silly"

Ning Chen pulled the little girl up, and immediately walked out of the boat, saying, "Hurry up, I will wait for you on the shore"

When the words fell, Ning Chen stepped out of the boat and flew towards the river.

Yin'er thought hard, but he never remembered when he had heard that sentence before, shook his little head, stopped thinking, and began to dress up.

On the banks of the river in Shushui, in the Huangquan Forbidden City, the **** tree is full of vitality and abnormality. It is getting closer and closer to complete recovery.

Before long, Yin'er walked out in front of the sail, and stepped on the lotus step, flying over the lake like a lotus.

Seeing the little girl coming, Ning Chen waved her hand, and on the surface of the water, a wave of water rose, and a water sword flew out across the front.

"Look good"

Ning Chen held the sword and swung it with a sword, but saw a dazzling sword light burst out into the sky, and with a bang, the whole water of the river was divided into two.

In an astonishing scene, the big river separates and the water flows upside down like a waterfall, which cannot be merged for a long time.

Seeing the sound, the exquisite little face was full of shock, shocked by the shocking scene.

Ning Chen scattered the water sword in his hand, looked at the little girl, calmly said, "Practice, when can a sword like this separate the river, you will basically get started"

Yin'er heard the words, recovered from the shock, looked at the former, swallowed, and said, "How long have you practiced?"

"Three years" Ning Chen said calmly.

"..."

Yin'er heard that the small face suddenly suffered, so long.

"Cultivation has no shortcuts, especially swordsmanship. There are countless geniuses who can't grow up in this world, not because of their lack of talent, but because their perseverance is not as good as others. Exclaimed softly.

"If you cheat, Aman and Madam don't practice much, and they are still very powerful," Yin'er mumbled.

"Don't shout"

Ning Chen murmured softly, with a somewhat helpless look, "Aman is an exception, her talent is something I only saw in my life, otherwise someone who is so proud of her predecessors will not be able to accept her as an heir."

"You don't count as the disciple of that predecessor?"

Yin'er was surprised, she always thought Ning Chen was the disciple of Prince Yan.

"No"

Ning Chen smiled softly and said, "I'm just a junior who was carried by my senior. It's impossible for me to learn something in my life, so I won't embarrass my senior."

"You are already very powerful, better than me," Yin'er looked at the former, very sure.

Ning Chen patted the little girl's head and smiled, "Okay, concentrate on practicing the sword, your qualifications are good, if you practice hard, you can reach the level just now in at most three months."

"Is there any reward for practicing?" Yin'er rolled his eyes wide and said softly.

Ning Chen thought for a while and said, "Don't you always want to learn the martial arts in the Heavenly Books, you have practiced and I will start teaching you"

The sound of "pull hook" was heard, his big eyes lit up, and he extended his small hand and said.

"It's hard to chase a horse after a word" Ning Chen stretched out his hand and the little girl hooked her finger and whispered.

After being assured, Yin'er smiled and ran to the riverside, holding his Zhu Jian, and began to practice hard.

Ning Chen stood aside and watched the little girl practicing sword quietly, showing a gentle color at the corner of her mouth.

Although he didn't say it, Yiner remembered all the things he ran around for.

The most difficult thing in this world is to ask for help. These days, this girl has eaten too much hardship, but never will.

On the riverside, the breeze is blowing, and the starting point is rippled. Before the riverside, the girl practiced the sword, the blue silk danced, and the beautiful scene made people feel relaxed and happy.

Zhu Jian Qingming, the heart of the sword is transparent, the sound of Jianming echoed on the riverside, accompanied by the breeze, nostalgic heart.

Ning Chen looked at the little girl's sword and nodded her head gently. Although a good talent qualification can't decide everything, it can indeed be more effective.

Whether Yin'er is talented or savvy, he must surpass him. If he can work harder, his training speed will surely become faster and faster.

Just as the little girl practiced the sword, in the distance, a mortal girl in plain clothes stood in front of the river bank, watching from a distance, daring not to speak out, and even less dare to disturb.

Ning Chen saw the girl, and he did not stop it, let him watch it.

Although he didn't want to accept any more disciples, but if the girl could learn something through her own efforts, she deserved it.

Martial arts, the most important thing is always inheritance, rather than limiting the concept of martial arts, making cars behind closed doors.

From the beginning of the day to the middle of the day, Yin'er waved his sword over and over again. Several times he was tired and wanted to sneak away. After seeing Ning Chen who was staring at her not far away, he had to dispel this. Unrealistic thoughts.

At noon, it was difficult to get through lunch time, Yiner put away the sword, smiled at the people on the side, and disappeared without a trace.

Ning Chen shook her head gently, this girl.

In the distance, the girl also left quietly, not daring to make a sound, fearing the heavens.

Ning Chen deliberately didn't look back. When he didn't see it, after the girl left, she stepped in and returned to the boat.

On the Mishui River, the scenery of the lake is so beautiful, but the red clothes in the painting are not as energetic.

At the next moment, in the painting, green light and red light rose, and Ning Chen used the power of the extreme yang to forcibly integrate the master's body of the double front.

Zichuan died in battle, Qi Huan and others also died in the hands of Mo Zhu, plus Xiang Yuan ’s life was dying, and the frustrated Luluo put all of their skills into their bodies, and entrusted all future human affairs.

Nine sons of Momen, who were once under the influence of the world, have almost all fallen. Now, Mo's next goal is no doubt.

Ning Chen understands that no matter whether the demon body and the body can get back in time, he must make the worst plan and preparation.

The power of Mozhu is undoubtedly, especially after swallowing Qi Huan and the other two peaks, the distance from the real world may be extremely close.

The next time Lord Mo is in trouble, it must be an extremely difficult battle. He must prepare with all his strength, otherwise, this robbery will become his last battle.

On the Qingzhou, the condensed true elements are constantly surging. Outside the Qingzhou, the surface of the water oscillates, and waves are sprayed one after another.

After going through all kinds of hardships and dangers, and finally reaching the summit, only one step away can enter the immortal. However, this step is the most difficult step in the world.

For tens of thousands of years in the world, almost no one can take this step. Although most of the reasons are due to the existence of the Pluto Enchantment, which limits the laws of heaven and earth in the world, there are also some reasons because this step is already beyond the imagination.

The green boat drifts, the waves are centered on the boat, and they continue to spread outward until they are beyond 100 feet.

Shocked several times, it was hard to beat the sky, Ning Chen opened his eyes, sighed gently, and condensed Zhenyuan. It seems that he was too anxious. He wanted to merge the skills of Lu Luo and Xiang Yuan to shock the fairyland. The right way.

Outside the boat, the sun went westward, and more than half of the day passed. There were no years of cultivation. Unconsciously, two hours passed.

On the riverside, Yin'er just returned shortly, without speaking, quietly began to practice sword.

On the east side of the river, the women who came to wash their clothes did not see the little girl who was practicing sword in the distance. No one dared to say anything. A river of water, as if there were a fairy, there were two completely different scenes.

Among the women, the young girl was also doing laundry, but her clear eyes looked away from time to time, her eyes full of envy and longing.

The mortal seeks immortality, however, when the immortal fate is in front of him, he does not dare to disturb the heavenly man.

In the red dress in the lake, standing quietly outside the boat, watching the little **** the river bank practice sword without interference.

In the process of cultivation, you still have to rely on yourself. Others should not interfere too much, otherwise it will produce the opposite effect.

Yin'er's sword can't be printed with too many shadows, and he can only prove his way out of his own way.

The scorching sun of the westward journey gradually fell, and the girl and the women left. When they left, they looked at the young man in red in front of the painting in the lake. His eyes were full of awe.

Night falls ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The distant lights are on, the lake shines to the moon, and there is a lot of frost.

At the same time, somehow, Hanyue hung high for nine days. Under the night, on the lonely stage, the blue-length butterfly long-sleeved solo dance, a tremendous song, beautiful and thrilling, just under the stage, no one was watching.

Applique yellow, make-up make-up, butterflies in flowers, such as fairies, more delicate than flowers, more colorful than butterflies.

The water sleeves are flying high, and a beautiful white rainbow is drawn between the world and the butterfly on the stage. There is no glory in the eyes, it is often said that the drama is ruthless, or the performance of life is different, so in the end, the red dust is not clear Yourself.

With a cry, tears of funeral flowers flew out of the sleeves of the water, and the long and narrow blades of the butterfly dance bloomed in black and bright, and the moment of nine days of cold moon seemed to have lost its color.

The sword that danced faster and faster, and then saw the blade body again, only the black streamer glared between the sky and the earth, within a hundred feet, the wind and snow swirled sharply, turned into a storm, and obliterated the butterfly.

There was a tremendous epicenter, the wind and snow collapsed, and the whole stage was torn apart. The tears of the funeral flowers converged to the edge, the butterfly closed the knife, and moved away.