Marquis of Grand Xia

    In the Mishui River, the paintings floated, the breeze blew, the willows fluttered on the shore, and the leaves fell into the river, swaying in a circle.

    Knowing Heaven's Will On the day of departure, Mishui Riverbank was quiet. In addition to the rising sun, there was a child carrying a Divine Tree in a wooden bucket, and rarely seen people at other times.

    When the setting sun is falling, the red light gathers on the lake, and a pair of Red Clothes figures walk out. Divine Consciousness sweeps around, and I can't help but flash a touch of helplessness.

    Where did the hoe go?

    On the riverside, the Divine Tree in the Yellow Springs Restriction is growing stronger. Obviously, although the child is fun, but the business has not forgotten, each day will water Jasper Lake Divine Water on time.

    In the west, the afterglow of the sun has gradually disappeared, and the night will come. After a day of playing, the children will jump back and step forward, and they will fly to the painting.

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

    In the painting, Red Clothes sat quietly in front of the table, carefully repairing the ancient zither from God's ruins, and noticed that when the child came back, he calmed down, "Yin'er, it's very early."

    Yin'er opened the boat curtain, walked into the shackles, looked at the figure that had returned, and showed a bright smile on his face. "You are back, thirsty, not thirsty, I will pour you tea."

    After that, the core quickly walked to the tea table, poured a cup of tea, and handed it to the former.

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

    Not that bad

    Yin'er has a lack of strength.

    "Let me show it tomorrow" Ning Chen said.

    "Oh ?"

    Yin'er whispered and looked at the ancient zither on the table. The attention was suddenly transferred and said, "Where is the piano?"

    "There are some damage in the God ruins, I am repairing it," Ning Chen said lightly. <>

    "Do you still understand the piano?"Yin'er looked at the former in a weird way.

    A little bit?

    Ning Chen replied that for the piano, he is not as good as a knife, but he is not ignorant.

    "Teach me," Yin'er came to the interest, said.

    "Do not chew more than chewing, first practice the sword"

    Ning Chen raised her hand and knocked on the head of the core.

    Painful

    Yin'er squatted from the bag and was dissatisfied.

    "Hurry up and rest, if you can't sleep, practice," Ning Chen said as he repaired the ancient zither.

    Upon hearing the words of cultivation, Yin'er immediately ran to the bed and took off the accessories on his head, ready to rest.

    Ning Chen thought about it, took out the Western Royal Hairpin, handed it to the core, and said, "The scorpion is still you."

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

    Ning Chen nodded, said, "It can be, but it takes a long time to recover the strength and practice your sword. These foreign objects have too many restrictions, and it is difficult to rely on them at a critical juncture."

    "Oh ?"

    Yin'er nodded and pulled the quilt down to reveal the sexual bag and looked at the person in front of him. "Can I ask you something?"

    “Say,” Ning Chen said. <>

    "I have been secretly watching my sister who practiced swords. You know, can I bring her with study martial arts?"Yin'er's little face is looking forward to it.

    "whatever"

    Ning Chen didn't care, said, "Her aptitude is good, but everyone has their own life, not necessarily suitable for the path of study martial arts, if she really wants to learn, you can teach her."

    "Don't you teach?"Yin'er snorted.

    "I can't manage myself, and I still have the energy to teach others," Ning Chen said with no anger.

    Tee hee.

    Yin'er heard the words, smiled embarrassedly, didn't dare to say more, closed his eyes and slept.

    Ning Chen also took care of her mind and focused on repairing the ancient zither.

    This instrument is called King of Hell. I have never heard of it. He came to Heaven Beyond Heaven for a short time. Many legends just came into contact.

    Four Guardians God generations of inheritance, from Immemorial to Antiquity, to Ancient, Nether King creation, Heaven and Earth, and Immortal World collapse. With the passing of Years, it is difficult to restore the truth.

    After Ancient, there was almost no God in the world, and even Peak's Bloodline, such as Vermilion Bird, Phoenix, and Azure Dragon, could hardly return to Immemorial.

    No one knows how powerful Phoenix and Four Guardians God emerged from Primal Chaos when they first opened, and whether they can reach the level of the owner of Seven Absolute Heaven, the only certainty is that Nether King The Interior Boundary was created, and the Four Guardians God, which was created when the Interior Boundary Heaven and Earth was first opened, was vulnerable to the Nether King. <>

    The existence of Nether King, beyond the cognition, the word God, is so horrible in its body, it is almost a symbol of absolute invincibility.

    On the table, the beating candle burned nearly half, and the gap on the ancient zither was temporarily repaired by metal and stone. However, the broken three strings were difficult to find for a time.

    The body of the White Tiger blood is still able to feel the powerful killing Aura. The White Tiger of the main killing has always been the heaviest of the karmic entanglements caused by the great slaughter in the Four Guardians God. If the White Tiger is dead, And the resentment incarnation has experienced too long Years, they are also difficult to retreat from their hands.

    Phoenix Fire spread, a little bit of blood on the body, a moment after the brilliance flashed, the ancient zither disappeared.

    Compared to this piano, in fact, he is now more concerned about the blood of the White Tiger left on the piano. Perhaps, the opportunity to enter the Treading Immortal is here.

    Ning Chen got up and walked out of the boat. The Mishui River in the night was calm, and the cold moon fell to the ground to make the beautiful lake light more beautiful.

    Phoenix Fire rises, dazzling red light, Azure Dragon, Vermilion Bird, Black Tortoise, White Tiger, Four Guardians God's blood flies out, the disk rotates, and each other.

    In the four drops of blood, the blood of White Tiger is relatively bleak, and it is still unable to balance with the remaining three drops of blood.

    After the interest rate, Ning Chen waved to the whole body brilliance, God Blood returned and reintegrated into the body.

    The lake was swaying, and the next moment, Red Clothes disappeared from the boat and I didn’t know where to go.

    100,000 mountains, strange rocks, away from Mishui River's Primitive Land, Red Clothes appeared, step by step into the depths of the mountains.

    Before a cliff, Ning Chen, waving, handed the Nether Palace to the battle, and immediately appeared a rusty mottled spear. A spear nailed the woman to the cliff.

    “Ewww.”

    Vermilion Bird Nether General sullen, bloody nose and chest in front of the chest, dyed red Battle Clothes.

    Ning Chen flashed, and the volley stepped forward and looked at the woman who was nailed to the cliff. "Miss, can you tell me how you know my whereabouts?"

    Vermilion Bird Nether General forced the wound to hurt, and the silver teeth bite, and refused to say a word.

    "Actually, you don't have to be so hard, fall into my hands, you can't hold on. If you say it now, you can suffer less."

    Ning Chen said calmly, there is not much threat in the words, as if only to tell a fact.

    He didn't know much about the method of killing, but he couldn't do much more than he could.

    He once ruled the world in prison, does not care about the more blood in his hands.

    "Phoenix, don't want to put a word in my mouth, Nether Palace will send someone soon, you have no way to escape" Vermilion Bird Nether General with hate, said.

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

    Ning Chen said indifferently, with a wave of hand, a dagger with a cold bone, and Sensen was cold and glaring.

    In the next moment, in the 100,000 mountains of the emerald greenery, a screaming screams, so harsh, people feel uncomfortable and creepy.

    The bloody, cruel, cold side was covered by the green mountains. Only one scream of screams rang in the forest, and the entire mountain of the earthquake shook.

    One night, fear, cold, long, morning sun rose, Red Clothes stepped out of the 100,000 mountains, bloody in the wind, full of people can not breathe.

    The ruthless eyes, can not see a trace of temperature, perhaps Knowing Heaven's Will has been kind, but after a thousand disasters, a heart has long had to be cold.

    On the Mishui Riverbank, the red clothes under his armwash washed away the blood of his hands, and a little bit of vermilion spread out with the river, so beautiful.

    In the boat, the child squinted out of the eyes, looked at the figure on the riverside, stepped on the footsteps and flew over.

    "Woke up?"

    Ning Chen got up and looked at the coming core with a flat smile on his face.

    “hmm…

    Yin'er nodded and looked at the looming red in the river with a puzzled look. "Are you injured?"

    "No."

    Ning Chen shook and said, "I just did a little new job. Don’t ask so much for the dutiful family. It’s time to practice the sword and get ready."

    Yin'er heard the words, the little face immediately bitter, the eyes turned and said, "I will call Ling Zhi Elder Sister first"

    After that, not waiting for the former to promise, the child walked in the footsteps and ran towards the distance.

    Ning Chen shook it gently, this girl.

    About half an hour later, Yin'er took a well-dressed girl, and the similar age was much quieter than the core.

    "Ling Zhi has seen Mr."

    The girl did a little politely and said.

    Ning Chen nodded, looking at the core of the side, saying, "Okay, people are coming, it’s time to practice the sword."

    Yin'er smiled and went to the riverside to take out his vermilion sword. The little face finally got serious.

    A little bit of red light, the dazzling in the morning glow, an immature but the three-pointed out of the sword light slowly rises, and after a short time, suddenly, the river separates, directly to the hundred feet.

    The short-lived, the river fell, the waves rolled, and gradually recovered.

    Ning Chen flashed a stream of light in the middle, yes, the aptitude and understanding of this girl was really shocking.

    After a sword, Yin'er turned back and looked forward to watching the former nervously, waiting for evaluation.

    “Yes,” Ning Chen’s face showed a flat smile and praised him.

    Yin'er heard, very happy, and the little face laughed like a flower.

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

    Ning Chen glanced at the girl not far away, no more words, stepping on the footsteps and flew to the boat in the lake.

    The girl looked away from the Red Clothes figure, and she flashed a touch of admiration, whispering, "Ning is really a gentle and kind person."

    But of course!

    Yin'er smiled and nodded, agreeing.