The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

The master of Xihua palace looked for a long time, but he didn't find anything special about the young people on the seat. Their aptitude is average, and their accomplishments are not worth mentioning. The only thing that can be appreciated is their determination.

However, in a world where strength is respected, there is no strength and everything is illusory.

Just like the bloody washing of the fairyland, everyone guessed that it was made by Changsheng hall. However, no one dare to say it clearly without evidence.

Holy land is an emissary, who will not listen to their one-sided words. Only full evidence can let Holy Land intervene in this matter and punish the palace of eternal life.

The disciples of Xihua Palace are cooking and pouring tea. They are curious about the beautiful young faces. They look at the legendary jiuxiao mengzun and the young man who has been drinking tea quietly. The light in their eyes keeps flashing.

Ning Chen's tea is cup after cup. He is not very interested in the conversation between master Xihua and Meng Xuanji. The only choice for the two factions is to form an alliance. The rest are polite words.

The girl pouring tea next to her was very busy. She was only sixteen or seventeen years old and didn't have much thought. She just obeyed the master's order and took good care of the guests of Xihua palace.

Tea art is an art that is easy to learn but not easy to master. Although the disciples of Xihua Palace are still young, their level is not low.

Tea entrance, sweet Qingrun, long aftertaste, intoxicating.

Ning Chen involuntarily picked up the cup of tea that fan Lingyue cooked in the pavilion where the two armies of Daxia and northern Mongolia fought. He thought that he had drunk cup after cup of tea.

Perhaps, in this life, he will never find such a taste again.

At the moment of Ning Chen's absence, the breath of his whole body has changed unconsciously. Meng Xuanji and the master of Xihua palace look at him at the same time, and the light flashed, which is not right.

Feel two people's eyes, Ning Chen instantly convergence mind, restore reason and calm, all emotions in the bottom of my heart.

Seeing that the former's whole body's breath has recovered as before, Meng Xuanji's eyes are still full of suspicion. There's nothing wrong with the feeling just now. This is definitely not the pressure that a second product should have.

The eyes of the master of Xihua Palace also flashed a different color. It was she who had gone away. This young man is not simple.

Thinking of this, the leader of Xihua palace temporarily suppressed the alliance that she wanted to propose. The lesson of climbing the fairyland was vividly in her mind, and she didn't want to repeat it.

She trusts Meng Xuanji, but she doesn't trust the young people in front of her.

"Mengzun, you must be tired after such a long journey. Why don't you have a rest and talk about other things tomorrow?" the master of Xihua Palace said with a gentle smile.

Meng Xuanji guessed the thoughts of the master of Xihua palace and said, "thank you very much.

" forget your worries and words. You are responsible for treating the two distinguished guests well. Don't neglect them. "The master of Xihua palace looked at the two disciples and ordered.

"Yes"

the two women with similar looks walked out, immediately walked up to them and said in a soft voice, "please"

Ning Chen reluctantly put down his tea cup on his face and followed the two disciples of Xihua palace out of the hall.

In the West Chamber of Xihua palace, Ning Chen is a man, so he is arranged in a small courtyard alone, which is still some distance away from Meng Xuanji's residence.

As night falls, forgetting worry brings the unique flower dew of Xihua palace. Seeing Ning Chen standing in front of the house in a daze, he puts the flower dew on the stone table in the courtyard.

"Mr. Ning, please" said in a low voice.

"Thank you" rather Chen return to God, polite smile, way.

Forget worry, quietly stand aside, silent, quiet wait for command.

Ning Chen picked up the flower dew, tasted it, then put it down, looked at the quiet woman around him, and asked, "your name is forget worry?"

"En" forget worry, gently nodded, should be way.

"Good name," said Ning Chen.

"In my hometown, there is a kind of worry forgetting grass, which often blooms in the mountains with light yellow flowers. Whenever a wanderer travels far away, his mother will pick a worry forgetting grass and transplant it into the hospital, praying that the wanderer will have a safe and carefree life in the future"

in a thousand words, now there is only regret. Ning Chen looks at the distant sky, shining in his eyes, whether his mother is still in the hospital, waiting every day He came back with his children.

Forgetting worry listened quietly for a long time and whispered, "what the young master said, forgetting worry has written down"

Ning Chen returned to his senses and said with a soft smile, "I'm talking nonsense. Don't take it seriously"

after that, Ning Chen finished drinking the flower dew on the table, handed over the cup and tray, and said, "thank you for your hospitality. It's too late. You can go back to have a rest too"

forgetting worry took it, Yingying A gift, also didn't say much, quietly retreat.

The moon is shining high, and the waterfall is cold. The figure in the courtyard has been standing still and motionless. Looking from afar, it is so abrupt that even standing in the sky and underground, it still seems out of place.

In Meng Xuanji's room, the master of Xihua palace has been sitting for a long time, and no one knows their conversation. However, when he left, the master of Xihua palace reminded him, "that young man named Ning Chen is not simple. You should be careful"

"I know"

Meng Xuanji nodded and replied.

After the master of Xihua palace leaves, Meng Xuanji walks out of the room and looks at the courtyard where Ning Chen is. The spirit sweeps by, and suddenly he looks stunned.In the west chamber, there was no one in the empty courtyard.

Dream Xuanji figure a flash, came to ningchen in the hospital, explored around, a pair of eyes slightly squint.

In the night, a white figure across the night sky, toward the north.

This is Ning Chen's first full exertion after he entered the congenital realm. Everything in heaven and earth disappears behind him in a twinkling of an eye, reaching the extreme.

In the northern region, climbing the fairyland, the whole mountain is the scar left by the war. The blood has dyed the mountain red, and the pungent blood can be felt far away.

Ning Chen appeared at the foot of the mountain, without any stay, at the foot of a move, disappeared.

On the top of the mountain, a red figure stood there quietly, looking at the miserable appearance around, for a long time, with a deep sigh.

Plain white Guanghua flashed, Ning Chen stopped, eyebrows gently wrinkled.

Is that him? I didn't expect that they would meet so soon.

Luan FengChen looked back and saw the young man in front of him. He was also surprised.

"It's you"

"the world is so small," Ning Chen said with emotion.

"Do you want to fight?"

Luanfengchen's red folding fan is scattered and turned into a long and thin sword light of blood color. He asks softly.

"I'm not in the mood to fight," Ning Chen shook his head and said.

"Ah" luanfengchen chuckles, hands move, the blade dissipates, re turned into a red folding fan.

"I've heard about you, but with your ability, Meng Zun's incomplete clutch seal can't control you. Why do you still stay on Xuanji peak?" Luan FengChen asked curiously.

"Anyway, there's no place to go. It's the same everywhere." Ning Chen doesn't care.

With that, Ning Chen looks at the young man in red and asks, "I've heard about you, too. It's said that you once challenged the Lord of Changsheng temple. What's the result?"

"Lost, lost very miserably, almost died in the palace of eternal life"

chaotic dust is not taboo, chuckled, "however, the last move, the disaster King stopped, so I also owe a move, until a few days ago, in taixuanfeng returned this favor"

"by the way, how can you come here, there are people you know?" Luan FengChen asked.

Ning Chen gently shook his head and said, "no, I just came to have a look"

"do you see anything?" It's a mess.

"The hall of eternal life is even stronger than the one imagined," Ning Chen sighs.

Here, there are at least ten different congenital strong breath remains, while there are only four in Wonderland, that is to say, at least six in Changsheng hall.

Luan FengChen looked at the miserable situation below the mountain peak and said in silence for a moment, "the holy land will deal with this matter"

Ning Chen sneered and said, "this is not the first time I have heard this sentence. You all seem to believe in this holy land."

Yun shisan and Xiao Shitou have all said such things. If he had not known very well that the master of the quadrupole and the evil king had already secretly colluded with each other and conspired with the land of China, he might have believed these lies.

Luan FengChen turned his head and looked at the people around him. He frowned unconsciously and said, "why do you have such a big opinion on the holy land?"

"It's nothing. It's getting late. I'm going back. I'll see you in the future"

after the words are heard, Ning Chen takes a step forward and quickly goes away.

Luan FengChen looks at the figure leaving. His eyes are shining. He is right. He seems to have a bad impression of the holy land.

When the cold wind blows over the mountain, the red clothes scatter and disappear.

He hasn't been back for many years. This time, the messengers of the holy land are coming. He needs to go and see him. By the way, what is the holy land going to do with climbing into the fairyland.

In the West Wing of Xihua palace, Ning Chen comes back. As soon as he comes to the courtyard, he sees Meng Xuanji waiting there quietly. His beautiful face is cold.

"May I ask where you went last night?" Dream Xuan Ji cold voice way.

"Can't sleep, walk casually" rather Chen calmly replies a way.

Meng Xuanji's eyes are even colder. Just as he is about to open his mouth, he hears soft footsteps outside the hospital.

"Mr. Meng Zun, Mr. Ning, welcome to the palace master"

forgetting worry, he respectfully saluted Meng Xuanji and said.

Meng Xuanji can only take back what she wants to say and walk out of the hospital.

Ning Chen catches up and whispers, "thank you"

when she passes by, she smiles gently. Her smile is so shallow that she can't even see it if she doesn't look carefully.

In the blue and white hall, the master of Xihua palace is waiting. When he sees the three people coming, he frowns and says, "forget your worries. I just want you to say something. Why did you delay so long?"

"the master of the palace forgives you for not doing things well." forget your worries and pleads with him in a low voice.

"It's not the same next time. Let's step back." the master of Xihua palace obviously didn't want to blame too much for forgetting worries and said.

Forget worry Ying Ying a gift, turn round after, toward rather Chen smile for a while, immediately quit the temple.

"Mengzun, let's talk about the alliance between Xihua palace and jiuxiao mountain," said zhengse, the leader of Xihua palace."I'm all ears," Meng Xuanji said calmly.

On one side, the corner of Ning Chen's mouth curved slightly with a touch of indifference. It seems that he was regarded as a fool, and the acting was performed in front of him.