The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

Ten li maple forest, time flies, in the twinkling of an eye, it has been three years since Zhiming came back.

After the death of marquis Xueyi in battle, there is an additional throne in the temple of marquis Wu, which is a portrayal of the end of marquis Wu in the great Xia Dynasty for thousands of years.

Even so, generation after generation, the great Xia Marquis still guarding this great country without complaint or regret.

At the beginning of the spring of this year, outside the Imperial City, the carriage rumbled, and a special character came to Shili Fenglin.

On the carriage, Xia Xiyao stepped down and supported a middle-aged man. The middle-aged man was dressed simply, but his breath was extraordinary.

The middle-aged man is only about 40 years old, but his hair is more than half white and his face is tired.

"Father, be careful."

Xia Xiyao supported her father and worried.

Xia Huang stepped out of the carriage and walked step by step to Fenglin.

"Hou!"

The summer emperor looked at the white haired man and saluted respectfully.

"If you're not in good health, don't come here."

Ning Chen looks at the present emperor of the great Xia Dynasty and looks peaceful.

"Hou has been back so long. I should have come to visit him long ago."

The emperor of Xia opened his mouth and said with emotion, "I've been listening to the legend of Hou since I was a child. I didn't expect to be lucky enough to see the real face of Hou."

"What's the matter with your majesty?" Ning Chen asks a way.

"I want to ask Hou, I ascended the throne at the age of 16, and now I have been in power for 25 years. Since the beginning of taking over the grand unification, I have never dared to relax. I dare not say that I am a wise monarch through the ages, but I am definitely not a fatuous monarch. Why is it that the people are still in constant chaos in summer and the people are in dire straits?" Summer emperor a face perplexity of color, say.

"It's not necessarily a good thing to do everything yourself."

Ning Chen looked at the emperor of Xia, who was 40 years old and full of white hair, and said in a soft voice, "learn to delegate power."

The emperor of Xia smelled the words, and his face was puzzled. He said, "is it so simple?"

"It's that simple."

Ning Chen looks calm way, "do you think, the people are more important than the monarch or the monarch is more important than the people?"

The emperor was silent. After a moment, he replied, "the people are more important than the emperor."

"You are more important to the people than to the people. Similarly, you are more important to the people than to the people."

Ning Chen looked at the distance and continued, "I asked you whether the people are more important than the people. You hesitated. In fact, in your heart, you still think that the people are more important than the people."

Xia Huangmo did not answer.

Ning Chen turned around and looked at the man in front of him and said, "at the beginning, I and the military division of northern Mongolia wanted to promote the arrival of a century of prosperity, with the same purpose. However, at that time, Daxia and the Royal Court of northern Mongolia were inseparable. Why do you say that?"

"Different positions." The summer emperor replied.

"Yes, different positions."

Ning Chen said calmly, "just like northern Mongolia and Daxia, there are also different positions between the court and the people. However, different positions do not mean opposition. When the monarch of Daxia is valued by the people, and the people are valued by the monarch, maybe the war will be much less."

After hearing this, the emperor of Xia flashed the color of thinking on his face. For a long time, he saluted respectfully and said, "be taught."

"Go back, there are many capable ministers in Daxia. Learn to give them power, and also give more power to the people. At that time, you won't be so tired as you are now." Ning Chen advised.

Xia Huang nodded, and on one side, Xia Xiyao saluted respectfully and immediately left with her father as a carriage.

When Zhiming lived in the maple forest for a long time, the confrontation between heaven, the immortal world, the saints in the world and the eleven congenital saints also reached the limit of deadlock.

In the first fight, no one took advantage of the double points. Although all the saints in the world had not become saints for a long time, their fighting experience was far beyond the reach of the saints, and their fighting power was amazing.

In the void, at the end of the Lord's right hand, the black spear surging fiercely, looking at the saints in the immortal world, his face was covered with murderous threads.

In the immortal realm, in front of the saints, the figure of listening to the moon rises slowly, and finally chooses to do it in person.

"It's you!"

The Dark Lord looked at the woman in front of him and said in a cold voice, "I remember you."

In the sky above the immortal realm, all those who listen to the moon are watching the Lord of darkness in front of them, and the moon is flourishing all around them.

"Three moves."

All listen to month light to say a way, "come on."

When the Lord of darkness heard the words, his face was angry and his figure flashed to the front.

When the black spear passed and touched the white light of the moon, the two forces collided with each other, and the dark power dissipated rapidly.

When Lingyue reaches for her hand, her delicate green fingers are better than any other weapon. She grabs the black spear directly.

With a thump, the black spear collapses and destroys. The face of the Dark Lord changes slightly. The bridge of the road behind him suddenly appears, and the power of the dark reaches its limit in an instant.

With the palm of heaven broken, the Lord of darkness came back and wanted to hurt the woman in front of him.

If you step on the moon, you should avoid the strength of your hands, and stick your hands to the chest of the former.

Amazing scene, blood splashing all over the sky, all listen to the month, coldly looking at the eyes of the Dark Lord, light way, "it seems that I look up to you."With that, the moon rises all over the moon and flies out the main shock of darkness.

A hundred feet away, the Lord of darkness stopped, vomited blood, and was full of black air to repair the injury.

The master of darkness and the ten congenital saints looked surprised and angry. They looked at the woman in front of them with fear in their eyes.

In the void, fan Lingyue looked at the eleven sages ahead and said in a cold voice, "is there anyone else who wants to fight?"

Eleven congenital saints look ugly and abnormal. Both of them are saints. The power of women in front of them is beyond imagination.

I'm afraid that no one can suppress this human woman except the gods of the eighth heaven.

"Please give me some advice."

At this time, the ink master who had not opened his mouth came forward and calmed down.

"Zhiming said that you were his master."

The old man in white robe, who is watching the fairy wind and the bones in front of him, looks indifferent.

"The ninth son is good, which is beyond our expectation."

The ink master opened his mouth and said with a smile, "blue is better than blue. This master really wants to have a hand with him."

"No, you don't have the chance."

The words sound down, all listen to the moon figure instantaneous move, immortal domain inside and outside, all saints only see a touch of moonlight flash, fast incredible.

The ink master's expression is also a condensation, and his whole body is full of colorful brilliance.

In the seven colors of central China, the figure of listening to the moon suddenly stops, but his body is out of control.

Mo Zhu walks in the middle of the seven colors and comes to the human woman in front of him.

"Young man, you are still too anxious."

The ink master raises his hand, and the colorful light rises to devour the woman in front.

"So that's your ability."

At this time, a sneer flashed through the eyes of the uncontrollable fan Lingyue, saying, "no wonder Luoxing would rather give up his life to send that arrow. It's really a terrible ability to reverse the reality. However, I'm not Luoxing, I'm stronger than him!"

In a word, fan Lingyue raised his hand, directly clasped Mo Zhu's right shoulder, and threw it toward the mountain in the distance.

Boom!

A dramatic earthquake, thousands of miles away, a mountain collapse, falling rocks such as rain.