The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

Ten li maple forest, a thousand years in a twinkling of an eye, thousands of years time, vicissitudes of life.

Ghosts and ghosts grew up again. They read, read and practiced martial arts with their father.

Ning Chen taught all he knew to ghosts, including the art of war, Kendo and the way of being a man.

The time of a thousand years is far away for ordinary people, but it is only a moment for the saints.

The longevity of saints is almost endless. Although ghosts are not saints, they are the only saints in the world. Even after a thousand years, their appearance has not changed much. They just grow up a little.

Just like a child of four or five years old in the world, ghosts and ghosts begin to be naughty. They often play tricks on some small animals in xiaohulu and Shili Fenglin. Sometimes, they run out by themselves and don't come back until sunset.

Ning Chen for ghosts, gave the greatest freedom, just education ghosts some human truth, the rest of the things, let the ghosts themselves to experience.

For thousands of years, the golden tent court, which once destroyed the great Xia Dynasty, has changed dynasties several times. Wars broke out again and again, and peace is always hard won.

War and peace have become the eternal samsara of the human world, which no one can change again and again.

From a teenager to a sage, Ning Chen has always hoped to see the flourishing age of a hundred generations never come. As long as there are people, the war never seems to stop.

However, even so, Ning Chen still did not give up, waiting for the arrival of the century.

"Daddy, big fish."

At this time, ten miles outside the maple forest, ghost arms with a and his size is about the same big fish ran, small face is full of excited color, said.

"Slow down, don't fall."

Ning Chen on the face peeps out peaceful smile, way.

"Dad, let's have roast fish in the evening."

Ghost one face expects of color, say.

"Well."

Ning Chen nods and answers softly.

As night falls, in front of the wooden house, a bonfire starts. Ning Chen puts a bracket on the bonfire to roast fish for ghosts.

Ghost clever to sit on one side, looking at the big fish on the campfire, greedy saliva almost fell down.

At this time, in front of the bonfire, Ning Chen's look was slightly solidified, and his eyes looked at the maple forest not far away.

The dark night sky obscures the sight. In the maple forest, behind a big tree, a little girl in ragged dress hides there timidly. She looks at the front eagerly, hungry, but dare not go forward.

It can be seen that the little girl hasn't eaten for a long time. Her dress and shoes are damaged. She looks very poor.

"Ghost, there is a little sister. She seems to be hungry. Would you like to ask her to eat fish together?"

Before the bonfire, Ning Chen opened his mouth and said.

Ghost smell speech, look to maple forest, after waiting to see the little girl, cleverly nodded, way, "good."

With that, the ghost got up and trotted to Fenglin.

After a while, the ghost will pull the little girl to come, the little girl saw Ning Chen, still some fear, dare not speak.

Ning Chen didn't worry, just smile at the little girl, tear off a small piece of fish, handed to the little girl.

"Eat it."

The smell of fish, floating in the night wind, so attractive, hungry for two days the little girl can not resist the temptation of food, took the fish, stuffed into her mouth.

"Don't worry, there's more here."

Ning Chen tore off a piece of fish from the campfire, handed it to the little girl and said softly.

The little girl took the fish and ate it. Tears trickled down her face.

"Sister doesn't cry."

On one side, the ghost reached out and wiped away the tears on the little girl's face.

The unknown little girl added a little change to the quiet night. Every time the little girl ate a piece of fish, Ning Chen handed it up again until the little girl shook her head and said no.

Ghost brought back a big fish, little girl did not eat much, most of the rest of the fish or let ghost eat.

The little girl watched the ghost eat up the fish about their size, and her face was very surprised.

"Dad said, eat more when you grow up."

Ghost handed the last piece of fish to the little girl and said.

"I can't eat any more."

The little girl shook her head and said.

Ghosts smell words, this will be the last piece of fish to eat clean.

"What's your name?"

Wait for two people to eat full, rather Chen for two people wipe clean the oil on the hand, opening to ask a way.

"Butterfly."

The little girl replied timidly.

Ning Chen's vision a coagulate, quickly take back the mind, way, "your parents?"

Hearing the question of the former, the little girl shed tears in her eyes again and said, "war, death."

Ning Chen is silent, after a moment, say, "hereafter, you then follow me, do you want?"

Butterfly smell speech, first is a Zheng, immediately back to God, hard point head way, "willing."Although the little girl was young, she also understood that she could not live alone in this troubled time. If her benefactor was willing to accept her, she would save her life.

Ning Chen's face shows a faint smile and doesn't say anything more.

The next day, ten li Fenglin will have a little girl, although only four or five years old, but more sensible than ghosts.

Butterfly knows how to be grateful and takes good care of naughty ghosts.

Ghost more than one to take care of his sister, naturally also happy, every day to the small tail general follow behind the butterfly.

In ordinary days, Ning Chen not only taught two little guys to read and write, but also practiced martial arts and Taoism.

However, in terms of martial arts, Ning Chen taught them different things.

Ghost's talent is extremely intelligent, everything is easy to learn, Ning Chen will teach more.

Comparatively speaking, butterfly's martial arts talent is much worse. Ning Chen only teaches one kind of martial arts.

Knife technique.

Although Ning Chen himself didn't know the extreme of sabre technique, the only Sabre God in the world had fallen.

I don't know whether it's a coincidence or something. Butterfly's understanding of the sabre technique is different from that of ordinary people. It can be said that the entry on the sabre is rapid.

Just seven days before butterfly's 10th birthday, Ning Chen left the maple forest for one day. When he came back, he brought back a piece of black things, like stone, not stone, not iron.

For the next seven days, Ning Chen is very busy every day, and every time ghosts come forward, they will be reprimanded.

Ghost is very aggrieved, but also did not disturb.

In the past seven days, butterfly took care of ghosts by herself. It took a lot of effort to make the aggrieved little guy happy.

Finally, on the day of butterfly's 10th birthday, Ning Chen's hand, a black gorgeous knife appeared. The blade was long and narrow, and the handle was gorgeous, just like a butterfly.

Butterfly see their birthday gift, tears in the eyes again difficult to restrain, dot down.

"Sister, let me see."

Ghost looked at Yan Dao, his face was full of envy, looking forward to the way.

Butterfly will Yan knife to ghost, light voice way, "ghost will also have."