The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

In the world, in the great Xia Dynasty, he came back and took ghosts to sweep the tomb of his eldest grandson.

After tens of thousands of years, everything has changed, only a radius of ten miles, still no half faster.

Ten li maple forest, red as fire, big tomb, Zhiming kneel, silent kowtow.

On one side, the ghost felt his father's change and knelt down.

Ghost is very clever, also very clever, quietly kneeling there, did not disturb his father.

"Niang Niang, I'm back"

while talking, Ning Chen looked at the children around him and said, "this is a ghost, my child."

In front of the tomb, maple leaves fall on the tombstone, so red.

"Ghost, give the empress four kowtows." Ning Chen soft voice way.

Ghost smell speech, obediently kowtow four heads, small body, looks so lovely.

The sky, the scorching sun westward, time is not early, Ning Chen with ghosts came to Fenglin, mouth way, "ghosts, we live here?"

"Good."

The ghost answers cleverly.

"Let's build a cabin here." Ning Chen smiles a way.

"Ghosts help dad." The ghost nodded.

Ning Chen goes to a maple tree and points to Ning Jian, which cuts off the maple tree.

The fallen maple trees scatter birds and animals. Ning Chen uses his fingers as his sword to cut off the branches of the maple tree bit by bit.

Ghost in the side to help, will cut off the branches all carry away.

The father and son joined hands to build a simple wooden house in the sunset.

Before long, the setting sun goes down to the west, and the world is getting dark. Ning Chen squats down and wipes the dust off the ghost's face. He looks gentle and says, "ghost, are you tired?"

"Not tired." Ghosts and ghosts answered childishly.

"Daddy will get you something to eat?" Ning Chen laughs.

"Good." The ghost nods hard.

"The ghost is waiting for Dad here. Don't run around."

Ning Chen looks at the maple forest around, and asks.

"Well." The ghost answers cleverly.

Ning Chen walks into the maple forest to find food for ghosts.

After a while, Ning Chen came with a hare, raised a bonfire in front of the wooden house and baked it carefully.

Ghost sitting in front of the campfire, looking at the roasted Brown Rabbit, greedy saliva almost dripping down.

About half an hour later, the hare roasted. Ning Chen tore off a hare leg and handed it to the ghost around him.

"Thank you, Dad."

The ghost said softly, two white tender hands holding the hare to eat.

Ning Chen sits at the side looking at the appearance of the ghost wolfing down, can't help laughing.

This kid, he eats like him.

After a while, ghost himself ate two rabbit legs and fell asleep contentedly in his father's arms.

Ning Chen is patting ghost's back gently, let it can sleep more comfortable.

In the sky, stars dot the sky, beautiful and intoxicating.

Thousands of years, even though the years change, the sky is still unchanged.

Ning Chen moved his eyes and looked at the child in his arms. The little streamer flashed in his eyes.

Now that he has his own children, he must shoulder his due responsibility to create a truly peaceful and prosperous world for ghosts and ghosts.

At this time, on the void, the sound of the road sounded, the stars gathered, a touch of elegant shadow came out.

"Welcome back, my Lord." On the void, the woman opened her mouth and said.

Seeing the visitor, Ning Chen got up and politely said, "don't come here, my Lord."

Tianyin Pavilion master gently nodded, looked at the former side of the child, asked, "this is your child?"

"Well."

Ning Chen nods, truthfully way, "he calls ghost."

"The aura is amazing. In the future, his achievements will not be lower than you." Tianyin Pavilion master looked at ghosts and exclaimed.

"As long as he can live in peace, I will be satisfied."

Ning Chen said in a soft voice, "cabinet leader, maybe there will be a big war in the sky in the near future. If we win, there will be no more catastrophe in the world. If we lose"

speaking of this, Ning Chen is silent and does not continue to talk.

"Win or lose, do your best."

The master of Tianyin Pavilion said calmly, "you have done too much for this world. It's time to end."

Ning Chen looked at the vast land of China and said, "Lord, thanks to you guarding the boundary these years, the five regions have been able to make peace so far."

"What should be done." Tianyin Pavilion is the main way.

Under the starry sky, Ning Chen talked with the leader of Tianyin Pavilion for a long time. Perhaps, this is the last time we meet, and there is no chance from then on.

In the middle of the month, the owner of Tianyin Pavilion leaves. Ning Chen holds the ghost back to the wooden house and covers his clothes.

Ghost sweet sleep, from time to time murmur, I do not know what the dream.Ning Chen goes to the wooden house and looks at the big tomb in front of him. A smile appears at the corner of his mouth.

Quiet night, gradually past, dawn, ghosts wake up, rubbed his eyes, mouth called, "Dad."

"Awake?"

In front of the wooden house, Ning Chen turns around and looks at the ghosts coming. He says with a smile, "today, my father is going to sweep the tomb for my mother. Will ghosts help me?"

"Yes."

Ghost nods to answer a way.

Ning Chen stretched out his hand, pulled the ghost's little hand, and walked toward the big tomb in front of him.

In front of the tomb, Ning Chen and ghosts clean up the dust and leaves for their eldest grandson's tomb.

Ning Chen side sweeps the grave, side and ghost are talking about the past bit by bit.

Ghost is still very young, some things understand, some things do not understand, but still listen with relish.

"Niang Niang is a very nice person." The ghost finally judged.

"Yes."

Ning Chen nodded and said with a smile, "if there is no empress, there will be no father today. In father's heart, there is no difference between empress and father's mother."

"Ghosts have their mothers, but they are sick."

Speaking of this, ghosts are not in a high mood. It seems that they miss their mother.

Ning Chen stretched out his hand and rubbed the ghost's hair. He said gently, "the ghost should learn to wait. When his mother's illness is over, he will play with the ghost."

At noon, the father and son cleaned up the tomb and swept away all the dust and weeds.

Ghost face is full of sweat, small face black and red, very lovely.

Ning Chen stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat and soil for the ghost, and said in a soft voice, "have a rest."

"Well."

Ghost nodded and sat down next to his father.

Simple and quiet days, so full, no swords, no intrigue, some just return to the ordinary peace.

The prosperity of the world, the struggle of heaven, at this moment, have nothing to do with knowing fate, everyday, Ning Chen just accompany ghosts, accompany the eldest grandson, live the most ordinary life.

In the imperial city of Daxia not far away, a Marquis of Daxia looked at the north with dignified looks.

Well, what kind of existence is it?

Only the most powerful warrior can feel the unspeakable breath in the ten mile maple forest, which has gone beyond the boundaries of the warrior, making people unable to even think of taking action.

"It's no use waiting like this. I'll pay a visit myself."

In the Imperial City, the most powerful triumphal Marquis of the seven Marquises spoke quietly.