The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

The bright moon rises, and the night is cool. In a humble courtyard in the southeast of sanhuangcheng, the lights are bright and the wine is fragrant.

The strong and compelling marching wine, when drunk into the throat, brings a burning sensation and makes people intoxicated.

After three rounds of drinking, everyone gets drunk when they are not drunk. They are quite different in character and age, but they sit together strangely and drink happily.

Ning Chen, who has always been deeply scheming, didn't play any scheming again this time. He drank one jar after another of liquor and felt the burning sensation. His fatigue was reduced a lot.

Xuanmo looked at the young man in front of him, and his attitude and attitude gradually changed. When he met for the first time, he had a general impression of the young man, because he couldn't understand him.

The young man who can completely hide his mind can see how terrible his mind is. His intuition tells him that the disciple of the nine you king is not simple.

He has been stationed in sanhuangcheng for a long time, and has seen countless young Tianjiao. He has never had any good feelings for these dignitaries who are easy-going in appearance but deep like the sea in heart.

Seeing this son for the first time, he felt the same way. However, because of the relationship of the nine you king, he still had many reservations.

Goodbye today. This son came to drink with him with two jars of wine. His impression of this young man is even worse. For hundreds of years, more than one prince has come to woo him with different means, but the final purpose is the same.

He holds the forbidden army and is in charge of the safety of the three imperial cities. For the princes, he is a powerful bargaining chip for unification. Just because he doesn't like the fight in the yellow spring doesn't mean he doesn't understand these things.

Therefore, in the face of the disciple of Jiuyou king, he didn't want to beat around the Bush and directly explained his attitude.

However, what he didn't expect was that in a few words, he denied and dispelled his worries.

A prince with noble status, but without the qualification of inheriting the grand unification, why should he be the commander of the imperial army.

He came to him just to drink.

"When I'm drunk, I look at the sword and dream of blowing the horn.". Eight hundred miles under the command of moxibustion, fifty strings turn the sound of the Great Wall, the battlefield autumn point soldiers.

Lu made by horse flies fast and bows like thunderbolts. If you finish the king's affairs and win the fame before and after you live, it will happen in vain

Wine burning heart, wine Chong brain, Ning Chen looking out of the window at the night, whispered.

Fighting all his life has gradually become a recollection. When he was young, he led the army to guard Daxia, fought in blood, and fought in the army for ten years, guarding a family and friend he cherished.

When he was young, he had to give up everything and borrow a hundred years' foundation from heaven with five hundred life yuan to resist the power of God and send God back to heaven.

When he was young, the five regions merged, the turbulent times were in dispute, the Tianfu invaded, and his lips were dead and his teeth were cold.

When he was middle-aged, he went far away from heaven to find the way to revive the ghost girl. He fought with the immortals to get immortal tree and yaochi water.

One hundred years later, with white hair, the immortal peach tree blossomed and fruited, and the ghost girl revived. Under the punishment of heaven, his life ended.

However, the ghost girl once again saved him and forced him back from the gate of death for another life.

In this life, how will he go?

Drink a mouth and mouth into the abdomen, rather Chen Mou a bit confused, or one day, drunk wake up, all return to youth, at that time, the prime, dare to break the face.

Poor white happen, poor white happen!

A hundred years, he should be old.

On one side, xuanmo listens to the murmur of the young people around him, and somehow a touch of inexplicable desolation rises in his heart.

But the king of the world, won the name before and after death, poor white happen!

This is a portrait of a general in the world. Why does this son have such an exclamation.

Xuanmo looked at the people around him. For a long time, his eyes shrank slightly.

Only now did he notice that the young man's long hair was completely white.

Among the 100 ethnic groups, there is no white hair race, so few people will pay attention to these.

However, no matter whether he is a demon or a human, he will never be young and gray at his age and state.

In the city of the three emperors, it is said that the thirteen princes are demons from the world. Because they devour a royal demon, they have royal blood.

After watching for a long time, xuanmo sighed. It seems that the disciple of Jiuyou king has too many unknown past.

"Brother xuanmo, one day, if we meet on the battlefield, I won't hold hands with you."

A mouthful of liquor into the throat, rather Chen suddenly open mouth, tone surprisingly serious way.

Xuanmo smell speech, look a Zheng, a time did not respond.

Ning Chen smile, no more said, continue to drink in silence.

He is very clear about his identity and mission. Now the channel between the original demon realm and Tianwaitian has been opened. Although the elder Prince Yan and the mysterious old man have shocked the scale emperor and the first hundred strong people, there will be a war between the original demon realm and the human race sooner or later.It's a war left over from ancient times. It's inevitable that the hundred tribes in the original demon kingdom will not give up the chance to fight for more resources. In particular, the heavenly demons, who have three demon emperors, probably haven't given up their ambition of conquering the world since ancient times.

"Your Highness, I want to advise you at the end of one sentence." Xuanmo said in a deep voice.

"It's OK for brother xuanmo to say everything," Ning Chen said with a smile.

"The fight for imperial power has always been a battlefield where no swordsmen can be seen. It's even more cruel than the battlefield. If your highness doesn't care about it, you'd better not be involved in it." Xuanmo zhengse road.

"The tree wants to be quiet, but the wind doesn't stop."

Ning Chen silently takes a sip of wine and says, "how can you be clean here? Can elder brother xuanmo know how many royal dignitaries have come to Jiuyou palace these days?"

"Your Highness's master is king Jiuyou. If your highness insists on not participating in the fight for imperial power, who dares to force him?" The dark ink coagulates the sound way.

"The eldest prince, the third prince, the seventh prince, and many other princes, which one is not the heir of the three emperors, I don't want to fight, it doesn't mean I can be alone. Well, brother xuanmo, we only drink today, not talk about politics."

Ning Chen stretched out the wine jar and said with a smile.

Xuanmo nods and bumps into the wine jar. He doesn't speak any more and drinks with his head up.

Night, more and more deep, two people around, empty wine jar after jar, piled up into a hill.

The woman came and added new oil to the lamp. She left in silence without disturbing them.

In the middle of the month, xuanmo half lies in front of the door and goes to sleep. He doesn't use his cultivation to resist the strength of wine. Even the forbidden commander of the king's cultivation can't resist the fierce strength of wine.

Ning Chen drinks the last jar of wine, puts the jar aside and stands up.

Not far away, the woman waited quietly, never resting.

"I'm sorry to disturb you today, sister-in-law."

Ning Chen steps forward, respectfully a gift, way, "time already not early, I also should go back."

"Isn't your highness resting here?" The woman asked softly.

"No"

Ning Chen shook his head and said, "my present identity, staying here for too long, will only add unnecessary trouble to brother xuanmo."

Finish saying, rather Chen again a gift, way, "leave."

The woman didn't hold on any longer and watched the former leave.

After Ning Chen left, the woman went to the door, carefully helped the man up, and said, "this young man is good, but he is too tired to live."

Xuanmo opened his eyes, seven drunk, three sober way, "nine you king's disciples, not too bad."

In the Sanhuang City, Ning Chen moves forward. The night is cool, the cold wind blows, and the plain clothes are hunting and dancing.

At this time, on the void, the black moon blinds the eyes, and a cold light breaks through the void. There is no sign, and the force is merciless.

"At last."

Ning Chen stops and looks at the cold light coming from the broken air. He holds it with his right hand, and the magic sword appears.

Kill million, heaven and earth can not, the only one in the world, know the fate of marquis Wu!

A sword goes retrograde, the cold light suddenly breaks, the plain clothes pass by, and the eyes are full of sad and gorgeous red