The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

Cold night, bright moon hanging high, incomplete month, sprinkled with the cold moonlight, people have joys and sorrows, the moon is full of yin and Qing, this matter is ancient difficult to complete.

Full moon is rare and incomplete, which is the most common situation.

The moon is like life, not perfect, perhaps is the normal.

In the cold moon, in front of the hall, the figure in plain clothes stood still, and the incantations all over the body were shining, thousands of complex and difficult to understand.

Qihuang's secret skill, once famous in the primitive magic world, made the imperial families of all the hundred nationalities fear unusual things. They joined hands to destroy the Qihuang family and will never suffer from it.

Today, Qihuang's secret arts reappear, with endless incantations. It's amazing that there are so many changes from the empty to the solid, or the dragon, or the tiger, or the troll.

Amazing power, strange and magical. In the prince's mansion, the fallen leaves are sweeping, the aura is surging, and the madness rushes towards the front of the hall.

Fallen leaves, mantra fusion, dragon roar, the sound of terror waves open, earth shaking.

Around the prince's residence, the light of God's forbidden light came on and stopped the sound from shaking. No one was disturbed.

The power of Tianlong breaking the city is rare in the world. It does not rely on the power of the practitioners themselves, but integrates the power of all things to the maximum extent. The charm is cited by the mantra, and the power is amazing.

"Qihuang's wisdom is really amazing."

Ning Chen looks at the Heavenly Dragon, which is composed of fallen leaves and the aura of heaven and earth. His face shows the power of emotion. The human race is not as good as the other races, no matter in flesh or in longevity. However, the wisdom of the human race is beyond the reach of other races.

With the help of the power of heaven and earth to strengthen their own strength, such great wisdom is indeed amazing.

Not far away, the white tiger lies on the stone steps, watching his master practice Qihuang's skill. Even if he can't understand it, he can feel the terrible power of the hundred Zhang Heavenly Dragon.

"Your Highness is very powerful."

Beside the white tiger, Shiqing sits there, her beautiful big eyes full of excitement, shouting.

"Roar"

the white tiger growled in a low voice discontentedly at the surprise of the women around him.

"Tiger, be quiet."

White tiger makes a side, small gourd raises the small hand of flesh whistling to hit the former, some raw airway.

White tiger hears speech, immediately silence, dare not make a sound again.

In the courtyard, the surging of the aura of heaven and earth is more and more intense, and the breath of the hundred Zhang dragon is rising. The rare scene in the world reappears after tens of thousands of years.

"Bang"

at this time, Ning Chen's body and mantra Guanghua suddenly collapsed, and the stars scattered and disappeared between heaven and earth.

At the moment when the mantra was broken, the sky dragon formed by the condensation of fallen leaves quickly dispersed, and the fallen leaves were flying like rain.

Out of control power, rapid spread, not far away, xiaohulu, Shiqing look is a change, the face of fear.

"Roar!"

At the moment of crisis, the white tiger roared and stood in front of them without hesitation.

Bang, the aftershock, white tiger directly fly out, hit the rockery in the house.

In the rumbling vibration, the rockery broke down, and huge stones fell down, splashing dust all over the sky.

In front, Ning Chen looks at the fallen leaves scattered between heaven and earth, and frowns lightly.

It's a hard force to control. He's very careful. Unexpectedly, he's still out of control.

Under the gravel, the white tiger climbs out, shakes off the dust on his body, and generally goes back to the little gourd.

"Thank you, tiger."

The little gourd reached out and patted the white tiger's head with his little hand.

"Wu Wu"

the white tiger answered in a low voice, indicating that it doesn't matter.

On one side, Shiqing looks at the communication between xiaohulu and Baihu, with a smile on her face. There are always strange things around her highness. It's the first time that she sees a tiger with long wings and a fairy medicine that can speak.

In front of the hall, Ning Chen thought for a long time, and his eyes moved. He looked at the white tiger and the little gourd with big eyes not far away. He laughed and said, "are you ok?"

The little gourd flew up on his own gourd and landed on the former's shoulder. His voice was tender and said, "immortal, did you just use fairy art?"

"No

Ning Chen shook his head gently and said with a smile, "this is a kind of power created by the human race in order to compete with the other hundred races and develop their strengths and avoid their weaknesses. It is closer to the array and prohibition, which is essentially different from the magic."

"Is that magic powerful or is it?" Little gourd is a wonderful way.

"Each has its own advantages and disadvantages."

Ning Chen said with a smile, "it takes a huge amount of truth as the basis for the magic to exert its real power, while Qihuang's secret art requires the understanding and application of the original power of all things in the world, which is actually a way of borrowing power."

"Oh, I don't understand." Xiaohulu said simply.

"Ah"

Ning Chen said with a smile, "these things are useless to you. You don't need to know so clearly. Go and play with white tiger. Don't go out of the house at will."

"Well"

the little gourd nodded cleverly, and then flew down on the gourd.

"Your Highness."

Shi Qing got up and saluted.

Ning Chen looks at the woman in front of him and says in a soft voice, "Shi Qing, I won't stay in the mansion for long. Maybe I will leave again soon. Have you thought about the future arrangement with Shi Yu?"Shi Qing's face was confused and didn't understand what the former said.

Ning Chen sees this, Mou son tiny MI, it seems that Shi Yu didn't tell Shi Qing his previous words.

"It's OK. It's not early. Go down and have a rest first." Ning Chen astringed his heart and said with a smile.

"I'll leave."

Shi Qing leaves with doubts. What does his highness mean?

In the backyard, Shiqing walks back to Shiyu's room, stops and immediately pushes the door in.

In the room, Shi Yu was sewing new clothes by candlelight. Seeing her sister who pushed the door in, she said, "don't you go to rest so late?"

"I just came back from the front yard."

Shi Qing looked at the former and said in a soft voice, "Shi Yu, just now his highness said that he will leave soon. He also asked if we have thought about future arrangements. What do you mean by your highness?"

When Shi Yu heard the words, the hand that sewed the new clothes trembled, the fine needle went into the finger, a touch of vermilion came out and dyed the plain clothes red.

"It doesn't mean much. Your highness is kind-hearted. Maybe he just asked me at will. He asked me before. It's not a big deal. I didn't tell you."

The rain of poetry suppressed the waves in my heart and covered the stabbed fingers without leaving any trace. He said gently, "it's not early. Go and have a rest."

"Oh"

Shi Qing put her heart down and turned to her room.

When the door is closed, Shi Yu puts down her plain clothes. Her sleeves are red with blood, just like a blood rose embroidered on them. It's beautiful and intoxicating.

Your highness mentioned it again. Did you really want them to leave?

She didn't know what his highness was going to do, but she knew very well that his Highness's heart was not in the demon royal family.

His highness wants them to leave, maybe he doesn't want to affect them.

It's just that they really don't want to leave.

Shi Yu looks at the plain clothes in front of her, and tears appear in her eyes unconsciously. Maybe, their time in the prince's mansion is really not long.

In the front hall, Ning Chen devotes himself to deduce the secret skills of the Qihuang clan. He has no energy to think about other things.

Human resources are poor. It's not easy to know one's fate to protect one's relatives in the community. It's impossible to know others psychologically.

Qihuang's secret method is complex and difficult to understand. It has gathered the wisdom of the Qihuang people for more than 100000 years. It has become a miracle of its own.

Ning Chen studied for a few days, but he still has only a little knowledge. He can't even use it skillfully.

However, in a few days, it is extremely terrible to be able to know a little, even the peerless pride of the Qihuang people at the beginning.

Savvy, knowing fate should be the first in the world, no one can compare.

It is the night gradually past, when the eastern dawn falls, Ning Chen wakes up from his meditation, looks at the East, and his eyes flash.

Time, what he needs most now is time. It's not easy for him to practice Qihuang. If he can't master it skillfully, it won't be any different from Qihuang.

The power that can be out of control at any time can't be used in the battle. Don't say that the opponent won't give him a chance. Even if he can use it, once Qihuang's skill is out of control, it will be a disaster for him.

In a hundred years, he has gone through countless battles, big and small, and luck is one of them. However, the most important reason is that he never gambles his life on the power that even he can't control.

Fighting, especially the fighting between the same level of martial arts, who can more skillfully use combat skills, who will have a greater chance of winning.

"Your Highness."

I don't know when, in front of the hall, Shi Yu came and said in a soft voice, "I made a dress for you. Do you want to try it on?"

Ning Chen's vision moves over, see nearby woman's eyes full of blood silk, open mouth to ask a way, "didn't sleep well last night?"

Shi Yu said with a smile, "Your Highness's clothes are broken. I went to bed late last night and made them."

Ning Chen slightly nodded, did not point to break, he is not a fool, poem rain this eye a see to know that night did not sleep.

"Your Highness, try it." Shi Yu said softly.

"Well."

Ning Chen took the woman's clothes and went into the hall to return the damaged old clothes.

"I will serve you."

Shi Yu came forward, took over the old clothes, and helped the former put on the new clothes and tidy them up.

"Does it fit?"

Ning Chen looks at the woman in front of him and says with a smile.

Shiyu stepped back, looked at the clothes on the former, nodded and said, "just right."

Ning Chen smiles and says, "it's hard."

"This is what a slave should do."

Shi Yu said in a soft voice, "Your Highness, you will not be your slave in the future. You must take good care of yourself."

Ning Chen hears speech, the body is a meal, smile on the face is collected, serious way, "consider good?"

"Well."

Shi Yu nodded gently and said, "the maidservant will leave sanhuangcheng with his family and find a place where there is no one to live in seclusion. Your highness doesn't have to worry about us."Ningchen silence, poetry rain's understanding, is the most distressing.

But he has no choice, in this crisis of primitive magic, he can't even guarantee his own safety, let alone take them.

To leave the prince's mansion is probably the only way to save them.

"Shiyu, your highness, I wish you and Shiqing a happy and healthy life when they meet their beloved people in the future." Ning Chen soft voice way.

Shi Yu turned his head, tears from the mainstream