The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

In the depths of the palace, two figures came. One was majestic and domineering, the other was plain and water like. The dense forbidden area was filled with red Qi. It was violent and shocking.

Ning Chen looks at the red Qi Yun floating around him. His eyes flash a different color. The Qi Yun of each dynasty is really different. Compared with Changsheng hall, the Qi Yun of man Dynasty is much more overbearing and less gloomy.

It's not surprising that there is such a situation in one dynasty's Qi Yun.

In the center of the most prosperous red air transport, a bloody Euphorbia suspended in the void, aggressive and powerful, which made people feel heavy and breathless.

Ning Chenning points out that a trace of ice and snow appears, and the flying insects sealed in the snow are lifelike, as if they still have life.

The next moment, the ice and snow broke, and the flying insects with them swept towards the sinking halberd. However, the sudden change, the violent air transport instantly engulfed the flying insects, and in a twinkling of an eye, the tide of insects, which had been difficult to eliminate, was crushed.

Ning Chen's eyes narrowed and finally found it.

If it's not enough here, he will go to northern Mongolia to try. Although Daxia has gathered more than half of the Qi and fortune of China, it has been ruled by Confucianism for thousands of years, and its Qi and fortune are peaceful, which is far inferior to the hegemony of the man Dynasty in nature.

"Manwang master, can I have a request?" Ning Chen turned around and said respectfully.

"What request?" Manwang was on guard.

"By your hundred years of Qi Yun" Ning Chen serious way.

Manwang's face sank immediately, but he didn't even think about it. He refused and said, "impossible"

the strength of Qi luck in the middle of the palace is related to the rise and fall of a dynasty. ManChao is located in a remote place, and there are many natural disasters. If he loses Qi luck for another hundred years, the situation will be even worse.

"Master, you can talk about any conditions," Ning Chen said in an urgent voice.

"No conditions are possible"

manwang refused. This is not a question of whether we can talk about it or not. No matter what the cost, it is impossible to make up for the loss of one hundred years of good fortune.

"Master"

Ning Chen wants to say it again, but he is interrupted by manwang directly. He says in a deep voice, "don't say it again. There's no room for negotiation. Don't let me lose my last bit of patience with you"

hearing the words, Ning Chen sighs in his heart and doesn't continue to say it.

Manwang's attitude was more resolute than he thought. It seemed that he had to think of other ways to persuade him.

"Yes, let's go"

manwang turned around with a cold face and walked away.

Ning Chen doesn't want to have any unhappiness with Man Wang again at this time, can only follow to leave together.

When the princess left the palace, Hongzhu was dressing up for aman. The princess left the palace for four years, and Hongzhu also waited in the other courtyard for four years. All the other palace maids had gone out to get married, but Hongzhu chose to stay.

"Princess, is he good to you?" Red candle asked softly.

The face in the mirror, the same delicate, blooming in women's most beautiful years, if you do not cherish, it will fade.

"Good," said aman, nodding.

"Did he give you the princess's bracelet?" Red candle asked.

Any jewelry on the princess, she is clear, this jade bracelet, the princess left when not.

"It's not from him, it's from the Empress Dowager of Daxia," said aman honestly.

As soon as the red candle and willow eyebrows coagulate, the Empress Dowager of Daxia should be the eldest grandson queen. As everyone knows, the Empress Dowager of Daxia was brought out by the former eldest grandson queen. The empress's words are better than any imperial edict for the Empress Dowager.

Just then, outside the other courtyard, a little eunuch walked quickly into the room and asked respectfully, "princess, I'll see you when I know your destiny"

"let him in," said aman.

"Princess, maidservant first leave" red candle timely salute back, will leave space for two people.

Ning Chen comes to the room and sees aman, who is dressed as Princess ManChao, with a gentle smile on his face. The dress of the woman ManChao is different from that of Da Xia. No one is better. Each of them has its own style.

"Not pretty?" Aman looked at himself in the mirror and then at the person in front of him. He said strangely.

"Good looking, aman looks good in everything," Ning Chen said with a light smile.

Aman smiles. He likes it.

On the dressing table, an ancient bronze mirror emits a faint light, which is the bronze scene brought out from the tomb of the ancient sage. However, it is difficult to use the spirit because it is not a person who identifies with it.

Ning Chen is obviously the one that is not recognized. I studied it for a long time and didn't figure out why.

Bronze mirrors have been used for women's dressing since ancient times. It's very suitable to give them to aman.

"Tired?" Ning Chen asks a way.

"Not tired," said aman, shaking his head.

"Then go out for a walk?" Ning Chen laughs.

"Good," said aman.

They went out of the other courtyard together and walked quietly in ManChao palace. The climate of ManChao is different. In summer, the scenery in the palace is different from that in summer. The blooming Hibiscus is swaying in the wind. The light red flowers make the whole ManChao palace bright.The passing palace ladies saw that most of them chose to avoid them quietly, but they could not avoid them. After saluting respectfully, they did not disturb them. In their opinion, the Marquis Wu and the princess from Daxia were the most natural couple, and they would eventually come together.

Most of the women in the palace are in the age of Jasper. It's time to believe in beautiful fairy tales. The princess is kind and will have a good ending.

The afterglow of the setting sun, sprinkle beautiful gold, a breeze, hibiscus petals flying in the air, in the afterglow, emitting a dazzling golden splendor, the United States is intoxicating.

A man in Chinese make-up is the most precious pearl of man Dynasty. The silver bell rings like a silver bell. She is crisp and pleasant, and more beautiful than a flower.

"Aman, I'm leaving after sunset." Ning Chen looks at the setting sun and whispers.

Now the master of the four polar realm wants to kill more than ever before. He can't stay in mangong for too long, or he will bring disaster along with him.

After thinking about it, aman nodded and said, "OK"

Ning Chen laughed and said, "next time, if you want to go to the palace, don't sneak out and send a letter to the imperial city of summer. I'll come to pick you up"

"OK" aman nodded.

"Practice sword well, don't be lazy"

"good"

"eat more, it's too thin to look good"

"good"

... "

"Manwang is a cheapskate"

"no"

aman responded in time, shook his head and said.

"Ah" Ning Chen chuckled and said goodbye, "gone"

with the sound of words falling, his plain clothes scattered and disappeared from the garden of Hibiscus. Although this gathering was short, it was a precious memory.

Aman looked at the north where the former had left, and his clear eyes gradually darkened.

Night rises, the moon is high, the southern wilderness, the endless wilderness, colorful rays gather, blocking the way, draw the boundaries of hell.

Ning Chen looks at the quadrupole realm Lord that blocks the way, the Mou son light flashes, as expected came.

"Know destiny Hou, I should say you are bold or stupid, leave the summer Imperial City, do you think you still have the life to go back?" the main cold voice of quadrupole.

"Since dare to go out, from is to have assurance to return to" rather Chen light return way.

"Rampant"

the master of the quadrupole realm stomps at his feet and claps his hands. His powerful energy makes heaven and earth turn pale. Before the move, the situation is in chaos.

Ning Chen doesn't love to fight. His figure flashed by, and the water light shadow body appeared. The water waves rippled, as fast as the streamer. It's hard to tell whether it's true or not.

On the other side, plain clothes gather and quickly go away.

"Want to go? Delusion "

the quadrupole master quickly followed and headed west.

The kingdom of Buddha, on the mountain of Mijie, 3000 feet away, the bell rings. Foshan, the highest city in China, is full of light. After four years of reconstruction, the destroyed holy land of Buddhism has gradually regained its vitality.

In the distant sky, two paths of brilliance come at a gallop. Ning Chen falls in front of the restored Buddha, looks at the duer temple a hundred feet away, and respectfully says, "master abbot, I'm very polite"

the quadrupole realm master comes after me, but he doesn't do it immediately. Looking at the huge temple in front of him, his brow is slightly wrinkled.

"The abbot elder, the younger generation is like the appointment but come, it's your turn to make a move." Ning Chen's face flashed an imperceptible cold idea, way.

"Amitabha"

in the hoarse name of Buddha, an old and tall figure came out, and the earth shook, just like a mountain moving, shocking people.

"Zhiming Hou, master of quadrupole realm, this is a quiet place for our Buddhism. If there is any gratitude or resentment, please move to another place." the abbot of duer temple looks calm and indifferent.

"Zhiming Hou, your scheming is meaningless to me"

the quadrupole master snorted coldly, and everyone knows that when the Buddha Kingdom invaded, Zhiming Hou took people to slaughter the whole mountain and tens of thousands of Buddhists. With this hatred, how could they join hands.

"Jingzhu, do you believe it or not"

with a wave of his hand, Ning Chen covered his body with disorderly breath, and his real Qi fluctuated, and he was immediately collected clean without any exposure.

The quadrupole realm master's face sank at that time, and said, "you deliberately let me stop you"

"my Buddha is merciful, realm master, you underestimate the stomach of the Buddha in the world." during the conversation, Ning Chen started with the sword, and his figure flashed out.

"Cunning people, who call themselves Buddhists in vain"

the master of quadrupole realm is angry. He shakes the blade with one fist and turns the palm with the other hand. He doesn't wait for the abbot of duer temple to take the initiative, but his palm is powerful.

The human Buddha's face was gloomy, and he knew that he had been schemed by the magistrate again. But now it was too late to explain, so he had to raise his hand to answer the call. Jin Guangyao was nine days old.

With a loud bang, the Buddha retreated a few steps, and the Qi and blood in his body surged. Facing the main power of the quadrupole realm, the invincible Vajra is not bad, almost reaching the limit of endurance.

"Master, be careful"Ning Chen's figure moves unreasonably. He retreats three Zhang behind the abbot of du'e temple and opens his mouth.

The Buddha in the world is calm and speechless. As soon as he sees the master of the quadrupole attack again, his hands are clasped, the golden light is full, and the holy move of Buddhism reappears.

"The Buddha's words are holy, and the Buddha shines on the sky"

when the Buddha calls out, the Buddha's body is as brilliant as the saint's. The whole Mijie mountain is illuminated by the Buddha's light. On the recast Buddha, little golden light flies down, integrates into the Buddha's body, and adds three Buddha's power.