The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

Outside the Imperial City, ten li maple forest, Zhiming with ghosts to live, return to ordinary days.

In the Imperial City, the seven Marquis of the great Xia Dynasty looked at the direction of the ten mile maple forest with dignified looks.

Summer peace for many years, no one can break this quiet, but, ten li maple forest, the breath is too amazing.

Contemporary triumphant Marquis personally left the imperial city and went to Shili Fenglin.

The other six Marquises stood in the Imperial City, waiting for the news of their return.

Ten li maple forest, Ning Chen with ghosts play, all over the sky, red maple floating, red world.

Outside the maple forest, Hou stepped forward, his black armor clanging.

The title of marquis Wu inherited from generation to generation symbolizes the supreme glory of Daxia. In order to protect the safety of Daxia, marquis Wu fought blood and never feared any crisis.

In the maple forest, Ning Chen felt the breath of the people coming, patted his head gently, and said with a smile, "ghosts, the guests are coming, go and play for a while."

"Yes, Dad."

Ghost milk should be a, he ran to the side to play.

At this time, the contemporary triumphant Marquis of Daxia came to Fenglin and saw the young man with white hair in front of him.

The two people who looked at each other, one was as calm as water, the other was extremely alert. However, none of them spoke.

For a long time, Ning Chen smile on the face, way, "you should call me a elder."

Hearing this, Hou looked stunned and soon recovered. He saluted respectfully and said, "senior."

"Triumphant Marquis?"

Ning Chen looks at the war armor on the former body, opening a mouth to ask a way.

"Exactly."

Victory Hou zhengsedao.

Ning Chen sees to imperial city direction, light voice way, "you are good."

He thought that, after so many years, Daxia no longer exists. He did not expect that this imperial dynasty, which was nearly withered in the past, could be passed on to the present.

Looking at the man with white hair in front of him, Hou feels more familiar with him.

Why, he always felt that the person in front of him had seen him somewhere.

All of a sudden, Hou's face was unbelievable.

The guardian God in the legend of Daxia, Zhiming Hou!

In front of the palace, there is a statue of God. In the great calamity of China, Zhiming Hou and his party went against the sky to save China from the calamity. This legend is almost well known in China.

The man in front of me is so similar to the statue in front of the palace.

"Triumphant return, meet Master Zhiming Hou!"

The triumphant Marquis returned to his senses and made a respectful salute. The waves in his heart were like waves.

Hearing these familiar three words, Ning Chen's face shows the color of remembrance.

"You are all very well."

Ning Chen converged and sighed, "to keep the glory of marquis Wu well, the most important thing is to keep this pure land."

"Yes." After the victory, Hou respectfully responded.

"Go back. You can come to me whenever you have anything." Ning Chen looks peaceful way.

"Triumphant return."

The triumphant Marquis saluted and immediately turned away.

Triumphant return Hou leaves, rather Chen walks to the ghost body that is oneself playing, squat down body, light voice way, "ghost, what are you doing?"

"Draw."

Ghost hand with twigs, on the ground to draw, should road.

"What to draw?" Ning Chen asks curiously.

"Niuniu."

Ghosts, young voices, young airway.

Ning Chen squats on the side, patiently looking at the ghost painting, without disturbing.

After drawing for a long time, ghosts and ghosts draw a strange and strange cow. It looks funny.

"Dad, it's done."

Ghost raised his head, looking forward to the color of the road.

"Well done."

Ning Chen light smile, way, "just, can still be better."

Finish saying, rather Chen picks up a branch from the side, in the ghost draw four unlike to add complement, again for its finishing touch.

Ghost looked at his father's painting of cattle, beautiful big eyes open big, very bright.

"Look at it, ghost."

After painting, Ning Chen looks at the little guy beside him and asks softly.

"Like, dad is really good."

Ghost a face worship of color, said.

Ning Chen smiles and says, "ghosts are great too. They will be better and better in the future."

Exaggerated by his father, Gui Gui Xiaolian laughs like a flower. He is very happy in his heart.

Father and son Tianlun, so warm, ghost hugged his father, coquetry way, "Dad, I want to eat sugar gourd."

"Well, dad will take you to buy it."

Ning Chen gets up, stretch out a hand ghost's small hand, way.

In the imperial city of the great Xia, the palace of the triumphant Marquis, the seven Marquis of the great Xia gathered together. When they heard that the triumphant Marquis told the identity of a young man in the ten mile maple forest, they were shocked.

The guardian God in the legend of Daxia, Zhiming Hou?"Zhiming Hou is still alive." Today, the Marquis of forgetting Sichuan opens his mouth and looks shocked.

"as like as two peas, the old man is not the same as the statue, and he is not lying." Said Hou.

"How strong is that elder to live in this era?" Forget Sichuan Hou Ning voice way.

"Immeasurable."

Triumphant Hou Ying way, "in front of him, I even the idea of hand are not born."

"It must be the magistrate."

At this time, a woman among the seven Marquis Wu spoke and said, "what's buried in the maple forest in Shili is the eldest Sun Queen of our Dynasty. It's said that the eldest Sun Queen and the Zhiming Marquis have the same mother and son. It's because of the Zhiming Marquis that the maple forest in Shili will never wither."

"The words of the marquis in blood are reasonable."

Forgetting Chuan Hou nodded and said, "as soon as the elder appeared, he went back to the maple forest ten miles away. It's definitely the destiny Hou."

"Here comes the elder."

Women, who are also the marquis in blood, look beyond the imperial city with a heavy look.

The other six Marquis also felt the strong breath coming from afar, and their hearts were slightly condensed.

The summer Imperial City, Ning Chen led ghosts come, the prosperity of the Imperial City, compared with the original, there is no less than.

Ning Chen looks at the familiar but more strange Daxia Imperial City in front of him, and the flowing light in his eyes flashes by.

"Daddy, sugar gourd."

Ghost stretched out a small hand, pointing to the booth not far away, looking forward to the way.

"I see it."

Ning Chen nods and brings ghosts to buy sugar gourd.

Just then, not far away, the seven Marquis headed by the triumphal Marquis came, ten steps away, and stopped.

In front of the booth ten steps away, Ning Chen put a bunch of sugar gourd in the hands of ghosts and said with a smile, "ghosts, is that enough?"

"Enough."

Ghost should be a, hand sugar gourd stretched to lead in front of, Jiao voice way, "Dad eat."

as like as two peas, tomatoes on sticks were sour and sweet.

Ten steps away, the seven Marquis looked at the white haired young man in front of him. No one dared to disturb him.

Like, so like.

On the street, Ning Chen turned around and saw seven contemporary Marquis Wu. He said with a smile, "don't be nervous. Ghosts want to eat sugar gourd. We will go back soon."

"Master Zhiming."

The Marquis of blood clothes came forward, dressed in blood red tights, so gorgeous. He looked at the guardian God in the legend of Daxia in front of him and said respectfully, "our road to martial arts has been stagnant for many years, and I hope the elder can give us some advice."

Ning Chen looks at seven people and sighs in his heart. It turns out that the shackles of the cultivation of marquis Wu of the great Xia still exist after such a long time.

He fought all his life and was beset with killing. Although the fighting power of the Marquis Wu of the Xia Dynasty was amazing, his cultivation was seriously restricted and difficult step by step.

"If you have time, you can go to Shili Fenglin to find me."

Ning Chen astringent mind, smile to say a, immediately took ghost to leave.