Marquis of Grand Xia

In the Mishui River, the painting was floating, the breeze was blowing, the willows on the shore were flying, and the fallen leaves were floating in the river, making a circle of ripples.

On the day when Zhiming left, there was not much silence on the banks of the Mishui River. Except for the little girl carrying a wooden bucket to water the **** tree when the rising sun was rising, other people rarely saw the figure.

As the sun sets, the red light will converge on the lake, and a figure of red clothing will come out. The consciousness sweeps around, and a helplessness flashes in the eyes.

Where did this girl go?

On the riverside, the **** tree sealed in the Huangquan Forbidden life is more and more vigorous. Obviously, although the little girl is playful, but the business is not forgotten, the Yaochi Shenshui is watered on time every day.

To the west, the afterglow of the residual sun gradually disappeared, and the night was approaching. The little girl who had played for a day jumped back and forth, stepped, and flew to the painting.

As soon as he stepped on the painting, the familiar breath came, and the smile on Yin'er's face suddenly froze.

In the painting, the red figure sat quietly in front of the table case, carefully repairing the guqin obtained from the remains of the gods, and when he noticed that the little girl outside came back, he said calmly, "Yin'er, I came back early"

Yin'er lifted the boat curtain, walked into the boat, and looked at the figure that had returned, a bright smile appeared on his face, and said, "You are back, thirsty, I will pour tea for you"

After talking, the little girl walked quickly to the tea table, poured a cup of tea, and handed it to the former flatteringly.

Ning Chen took the tea and put it down, and asked, "How is the sword practiced?"

"Okay"

Yin'er's breath was a little bit insignificant.

"Practice for me tomorrow" Ning Chen said.

"Oh"

Yin'er whispered, and looked at the Guqin on the table, his attention was suddenly diverted, and said, "Where is the piano?"

"Some of the ruins of the gods were damaged, and I am repairing them," Ning Chen said lightly.

"You still know the piano?" Yin'er looked at the former weirdly.

"Slightly Know One Two"

Ning Chen replied that he is indeed not as proficient at swordsmanship as the piano, but he is not ignorant.

"Teach me," Yin'er was interested, and said.

"Crunch is not bad, practice the sword first"

Ning Chen raised his hand and knocked on the little girl's head and said.

"pain"

Yin'er held her small head, dissatisfied.

"Hurry up and rest, if you can't fall asleep, practice" Ning Chen said while repairing the Guqin.

Hearing the word cultivation, Yin'er immediately ran to the bed, took off the ornament on his head, and prepared to rest.

Ning Chen thought about it, took out the hairpin of the king of the West, handed it to the little girl, and said, "Hairpin returns you"

Yin'er took the gold hairpin, looked over and over, looked up at the former, and said, "Can this thing still be used?"

Ning Chen nodded and said, "It may be possible, but it takes a long time to restore strength every time you use it, and practice your sword. These foreign objects have too many restrictions after all. It is a critical moment and it is difficult to be reliable."

"Oh"

Yin'er nodded, pulled over the quilt and lay down, exposing his small head to the person in front of him, and said, "Can I ask you something?"

"Speak," Ning Chen answered.

"The sister who has been secretly watching my sword practice for a long time, you know, can I take her to learn martial arts together?" Yin'er little face looked forward.

"whatever"

Ning Chen did not care, saying, "Her qualifications are good, but everyone has their own life, it is not necessarily suitable for embarking on the path of learning martial arts, if she really wants to learn, you can teach her"

"Aren't you teaching?" Yin'er pouted.

"I can't manage it for you, there is still energy to teach others," Ning Chen said angrily.

"Hee hee"

Yiner heard the words and smiled embarrassedly. She dared not say more and closed her eyes to sleep.

Ning Chen also received his mind and concentrated on repairing the Guqin in his hands.

This piano is named Yan Wang, and I have never heard of it. After all, he has n’t been here for a long time. Many legends have just come into contact.

The four elephant gods have been passed down from generation to generation, from ancient times to ancient times, and then to ancient times. During the creation of Pluto, the world changed drastically, and the fairyland collapsed ... With the passage of time, it is difficult to restore the truth.

After ancient times, there was almost no **** in the world, and even the bloodlines of the pinnacles such as Suzaku, Phoenix, and Qinglong could hardly return to the ancient glory.

No one knows how powerful the Phoenix and the Four Gods were born from the chaos when the heaven and earth first opened, and whether they can reach the level of the Seven Heavenly Lords. The only certainty is that Pluto created the realm, However, the four-god gods that were created when the heaven and earth first opened in the world were vulnerable in the face of Hades.

The existence of Pluto, beyond the cognition, the word of the gods, appeared so terrifying on his body, almost a symbol of absolute invincibility.

On the table, the beating candlelight burned for nearly half, and several gaps on the Guqin were temporarily repaired by Jinshi, but the three broken strings were difficult to find for a while.

The piano body stained with the blood of the white tiger can still feel the powerful killing breath. The white tiger killed by the Lord has always been the heaviest among the four elephant gods. If the white tiger is dead, and the incarnation has experienced too much For a long time, it is difficult for them to retreat from their hands.

The phoenix spread, swallowing the blood on the piano a little bit. After a while, the light flashed away, and the Guqin disappeared.

Compared to this piano, in fact, he is more concerned about the blood of the white tiger remaining on the piano. Perhaps, the opportunity to enter the immortal realm is here.

Ning Chen got up and walked toward the outside of the boat. The night of the Mishui River was calm, and the cold moon was falling everywhere, making this beautiful lake night more miserable.

The phoenix rises, and in the dazzling red light, the blood of the four dragons, suzakus, basalts, and white tigers flew out, and they circled and interacted.

Among the four drops of seminal blood, the blood of the white tiger is relatively the most bleak, and it is still unable to achieve balance with the remaining three drops of seminal blood.

After counting the interest, Ning Chen waved his hand to gather around the body, the blood returned, and reintegrated into the body.

The lake was rippling, and in the next moment, the red dress disappeared from the boat, and I didn't know where to go.

Hundreds of thousands of mountains, strange rocks, away from the original land of the Mishui River, red clothes appeared, step by step toward the depths of the mountains.

Before a cliff, Ning Chen stopped and waved his hands away from the temple, and a rusty war spear appeared. The spear nailed the woman to the cliff.

"Uh"

Suzaku will mumble, blood dripping from the corners of the mouth and the chest, staining the suit red.

Ning Chen's figure flashed over, volleying forward, looking at the woman nailed to the cliff, and said, "Girl, can you tell me how you know my whereabouts?"

Suzaku will endure the severe pain in the wound, and the silver teeth bite secretly, refusing to say a word.

"Actually, you don't need to support so hard, you can fall into my hands, you can't sustain it, now you can say it, you can do less hardship."

Ning Chen said calmly that there were not too many threats in his words, as if he was just talking about a fact.

He doesn't know much about the method of killing people, but he can't know more about ways to make people die better than death.

He, who had been in charge of the world's prison, didn't care about getting more blood in his hands.

"Phoenix, don't deliberately put a word in my mouth, the Temple of Nether will soon send people to come again, you, there is no way to escape," Suzaku said with a grudge.

"Maybe, but, you may not have a chance to see it, I'm sorry, I don't have much time, let's start now"

Ning Chen said indifferently, with a wave of his hand, a cold and dagger appeared, and he was cold and dazzling.

At the next moment, among the hundreds of thousands of mountains covered with green mountains, a cry of sorrow sounded, so harsh, it made people unconsciously feel horrified.

The bloody, cruel, and cruel side was covered by the green mountains and rivers. Only one cry of sorrow screamed in the forest, and the whole mountain of the earthquake shivered.

One night, fear, icy, and long, when the rising sun rose, the red clothing stepped out of the 100,000 mountains, a **** fluttering in the wind, full of breathlessness.

Ruthless eyes, can't see a trace of temperature, maybe the destiny was also kind, but after a lot of disasters, a heart has already had to be cold.

On the banks of the Mishui River, the squatted red clothes washed away the blood from his hands, and a little vermilion spread out with the river, so beautiful.

In the boat, the little girl walked out, rubbing her eyes, looking at the figure by the river, stepped on it, and flew past.

"Woke up?"

Ning Chen got up and looked at the little girl who came, with a gentle smile on her face, said.

"Ok"

Yin'er nodded and glanced suspiciously at the looming red in the river, and said, "Are you injured?"

"No"

Ning Chen shook his head and said, "I just did a little thing just now. Don't ask so many children's homes, it's time to practice the sword and prepare for it"

Yin'er heard the words, and the small face immediately suffered, and her eyes rolled, saying, "I'll call Lingzhi sister first"

Having said that, before the former agreed, the little girl stepped in and ran towards the distance.

Ning Chen shook her head gently, this girl.

About half an hour later, Yin'er led a well-dressed girl to come, a similar age, but much quieter than the little girl.

"Lingzhi has seen Mr."

The girl saluted a little pretentiously and said.

Ning Chen nodded, looked at the little **** the side, and said, "Okay, people are invited, it's time to practice the sword."

Yin'er smiled, and before walking to the riverside, he took out his Zhu Jian, and finally his face was serious.

A little rising red light was dazzlingly unusual in the morning glow. A sword light that was immature but had three points out of it slowly rose. After a while, it broke through the sky. Suddenly, the river separated and reached a hundred feet away.

After a short break ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The river fell, the waves rolled, and gradually recovered as before.

A stream of light flashed in Ning Chen's eyes, yes, the girl's qualifications and perception are really shocking.

After a sword, Yin'er looked back, looking at the former nervously again, waiting for the evaluation.

"Can" Ning Chen showed a calm smile on his face, praised.

Yin'er heard, very happy, with a small smile on his face.

"Okay, let's practice sword for the rest of the time"

Ning Chen glanced at the girl not far away, without further words, stepped, and flew to the boat in the lake.

The girl looked away from the red dress, her eyes flashed with admiration, and said softly, "Mr. Ning is really a gentle and kind person"

"Of course"

Yin'er smiled and nodded, agreeing.