The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

Old man Lu's yard is very messy, and there are not many places for his feet. But the old man doesn't care about it, and he has the intention to let it develop.

Ningchen helplessly help the old man clean up the yard first, in this way, the yard can't live.

The first time he came to the yard, he was brought by the old man. It was violent but warm.

In Lu's eyes, it doesn't matter whether he is disabled or not. His disability may be a little stronger than some old men's waste.

Lu Laogang didn't make a heavy move. The main reason is that he didn't recover after being injured by the old eunuch. In addition, he was tortured in the dark hell, and his internal injuries worsened again and again. Once he started, it was easy to cause old injuries.

Since he came to this world, he has been injured the most. One after another, it seems that he has not been completely better.

Fortunately, he is still alive!

Standing in front of the door, looking at the wheelchair under the busy young man, Lu frowned slightly. At the beginning, it was the first time that he made a wheelchair. Except for adding a few small mechanisms on it, he had no other advantage.

Nowadays, it is very difficult to make wheelchairs more sensitive.

Wheelchair is not a fast thing after all.

Ning Chen doesn't worry. He waits for old Lu to think. He has been cleaning up in the hospital. He doesn't know how many days it will take for him to leave. If he doesn't clean up for the old man, he won't even have a way in when he comes back.

Old man Lu, if put in his world, would be a science geek.

"Come here for a while"

after a long time, Lu frowned even more. He called and said.

Ning Chen will the last piece of wood is still in the corner of the mountain of garbage on, immediately turned the wheelchair to walk past.

Mr. Lu stepped forward and pressed his hand on the wheelchair. The next moment, he was pressed down by a huge force. He only heard a thump, and the wheelchair fell apart and scattered everywhere.

"Old man Lu, you"

Ning Chen was surprised. At this moment, he pulled out his ink sword and stuck it on the ground with a clang sound, barely falling a dog to chew the mud.

"Good response"

Lu said faintly, immediately bent down to pick up the two wheels on the ground, and Shi ran went back to the house.

"Bang Dang"

when the door was closed, a indifferent voice came from inside, "wait outside, don't enter the house"

only a fool would like to go in. Ning Chen muttered, and then sat down on the spot, waiting bored.

Suddenly, a burst of chest tightness, a drop of blood spilled from the corner of the mouth, Ning Chen left hand holding the chest, a burst of irritability in the heart, although the injury can't die, but it's not the way to vomit blood all the time.

Close your eyes to mobilize Qi, and the silver light runs along the meridians once again to suppress the injury.

In the air sea of Dantian, under the first page of gold paper, the silver cyclone grows stronger and stronger, slowly rotating like a galaxy. Next to it, a faint yellow real gas gathers, forming an independent small cyclone. Another page of gold paper floats above, constantly receiving the nourishment of the true element.

These days, the growth of his cultivation has been slow. He knows that he is in a bottleneck period. Wu Dao Wu pin is the first level of the day after tomorrow. Many people are stuck here to make progress.

There are few geniuses like lime, the son of God and Xia Miaoyu who have broken through decadence all the way to the top of Jiupin at a young age.

Under the pressure of injury, Ning Chen continues to practice in the same place. Will Lu come out for a while? Before he returns to the palace, he must seize all the time to improve his strength.

He doesn't know when his accomplishments will break through the five grades. The expansion of the silver cyclone has slowed down gradually. Now the fastest way for him to improve his strength is to build the second cyclone as soon as possible, which may be of unexpected use in battle.

In the past two days, the growth speed of the dark yellow cyclone is far faster than that of the silver cyclone which has reached its limit. If it can not break through the five grades, it will be the best choice for cultivation.

As the sun sets and the moon rises, heaven and earth are constantly changing. The door of the room has not been opened yet. Ning Chen in the courtyard sits still and lets the frost wet his clothes.

Under the moonlight, a huge dark yellow whirlpool formed in the courtyard, with Ning Chen as the center, crazily devouring the aura between heaven and earth.

There is no bottleneck between the boundaries, the dark yellow cyclone expands all the way, and in a short time, it has a tendency to compete with the silver cyclone.

However, there are still some defects in such growth. It lacks the baptism of the realm. The dark yellow cyclone seems to be inferior in both quality and quantity, and it is always difficult to achieve the boundless oppression of the silver cyclone.

At this time, the door of the room opened, and Lu came out with tired face, but his old eyes were as bright as stars.

Ning Chen opens an eye, astringent whole body breath, quietly looking at the old man in front of him.

"Boy, what's the use of martial arts?" Lu asked.

"Fight" Ning Chen honest way.

"Where's the sword in your hand"

"kill"

"if the person you want to kill or the person who wants to kill you has difficulties?""It's none of my business"

with a smile, Mr. Lu said with appreciation, "I just like your character, and you are so shameless that you don't hide it"

"thank you for your praise." Ning Chen accepted it calmly.

"The wheelchair is ready, don't thank me"

"you think too much"

when Ning Chen looked at the new black wheelchair beside old man Lu, his eyes burst out with dazzling brilliance, and immediately he patted the earth with his right hand, suddenly he flew up and landed on the wheelchair.

At the next moment, the wheelchair turns a thousand times, and there are streamers in the courtyard. Ning Chen stops abruptly and looks at the old man Lu in front of him, saying, "old man Lu, have a fight"

old man Lu laughs and says, "you're looking for abuse yourself"

"bang"

old man Lu's figure flashes, and his right palm breaks through the air. Even if he suppresses seven successful bodies, he is still unstoppable and powerful Confused.

Ning Chen's body retreats quickly to avoid the sharp edge. After seven steps, his left hand coagulates his fingers, and points to the Tianzong acupoint on the old man's right shoulder.

However, Ning Chen is faster. He pulls out the ink sword with his right hand, and once again forces him to take a half step.

"Insidious!"

Old Lu exclaimed, his breath did not dare to be suppressed any more. He burst out with a roar. His awe was so powerful that he flew Ning chenzhen out.

"Ci la la"

in Ning Chen's hand, the ink sword was inserted on the ground, and he drew two feet away before he stopped.

"Old man Lu, do you want to be shameless"

Ning Chen asked with an angry face.

"Ha ha, miss, Miss"

old Lu's face is rarely red. It's really disgraceful to fight with a younger generation and use cultivation to suppress others. However, the boy's moves are really strange. Although not very fast, the angle and timing are tricky.

He still remembers that when Ning Chen first came to the Academy, his legs were broken, and Wudao was just a rookie of the second grade the day after tomorrow. He was good for nothing except his character.

It's only a few months. The rookie has made such great progress.

It seems that people's potential is forced out. Although talent and disability will become obstacles, they are not absolute factors.

"Old Lu, I'm going, goodbye"

the goal has been achieved. Ning Chen really doesn't want to see old Lu's irritating face again. He waves and turns his wheelchair to leave.

"No see," Lu said impatiently.

"Next time, I'll bring you some royal wine in the palace"

in the night, Ning Chen's figure slowly goes away, and is about to disappear.

Lu's face changed, his voice changed, he reached out and yelled, "boy, welcome to come again next time"

Ning Chen waved his hand without looking back, and gradually disappeared into the night.

Old Lu sighed and turned back to his room. He didn't do anything tonight and went to sleep.

Ning Chen went back to the Academy. Little white horse had come back from the master. When he met each other, he felt close.

Little white horse is about to express his happiness, but Ning Chen pushes him away, "go away, brother is going to sleep, you can do it yourself"

with a bang, Ning Chen closes the door, leaving little white horse in the hospital. I don't understand how it provokes this strange master.

One night without words, the next day, Ning Chen went out early in the morning, even the sleeping little white horse didn't wake up.

He was going to see the Dean, nothing else, just to say thanks.

The residence in the courtyard is not a secret. Everyone knows it.

Outside a small forest of the Academy, an ordinary house is quietly located there. There is so much snow outside, but the small house is still and there is no snow.

Ning Chen came to the hut and respectfully said, "Dean, Ning Chen asks for a meeting"

creak, a light sound, the door opened, and in front of him was an old man in coarse cloth. His appearance was ordinary, and he looked no different from an ordinary old man on the street.

However, this is one of the five strongest people in the world, the dean of tiancang Academy.

"Well"

the Dean nodded. He was no stranger to the youth in front of him. The empress did not ask for help in her life, but finally broke the rule because of the youth in front of her.

"I come to thank you and say goodbye by the way," Ning Chen said.

"Why go?" the dean asked calmly.

"Back to the palace"

"what's the matter?"

Ning Chen is silent and doesn't answer.

The Dean frowned and asked aggressively, "you don't trust me"

Ning Chen was silent again, which was an answer.

Life saving grace and trust are two different things. Few people he can trust in this world, and there will be no change because the Dean saved him.

"You go"

the Dean swung his sleeve and turned into the room.

"President Xie"

Ning Chen bowed and immediately turned away.

Two people's meeting from beginning to end also only a few breathing time, the dean is very busy, Ning Chen is also not idle, so, two people are not willing to talk nonsense.After all, they are not very familiar.

One is entrusted by others, the other is involuntarily. In fact, there is no need to be familiar with it.

In this world, there are not so many people who enjoy meeting each other and respect the old and love the young.

The gap of strength is always the biggest barrier between people.

President is born, he is the day after tomorrow, the difference between the day, the difference between heaven and earth.

Ning Chen is not mediocre, so he will not do mediocre things.

The little white horse in the hospital is still sleeping. Ning Chen waits until the little white horse wakes up in the hospital. He has something to say to the little white horse. He is ashamed in his heart and needs to brew a little bit.

More than half an hour later, xiaobaima leisurely woke up and saw the evil master standing in front of him. He was so excited that he was scared to sleep.

"I'm going to leave"

Ning Chen has been brewing for a long time and decided to say it directly.

"Wheezing"

little white horse got up and was ready to go with him.

"I'm going to go alone"

Ning Chen stares at xiaobaima and says calmly.

"Wheeze, wheeze" the little white horse's eyes showed a touch of panic, and there was a rapid voice in his throat. He didn't know what he had done wrong.

"It's not your fault, it's me who broke my promise, but I still want to go"

Ning Chen forced down his heart and sighed softly. It's too dangerous to go there. Whether he can come back or not, he can't let xiaobaima take risks with him.

"Wu..." The little white horse leaned down and pleaded with grief. There were tears in his big eyes.

"Ai"

with a silent sigh, Ning Chen left heartlessly, but he refused to look back