The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

In a warm room, five people gather around the table to eat. There are not so many rules in ordinary people's families, and the atmosphere is warm.

Doctor Li is very old and doesn't eat much. What he likes more is the hot and noisy atmosphere.

The little boy and yin'er are gnawing at each other with a chicken leg in their hands. Their mouths are oily and they look funny.

From time to time, the woman took care of the pretty but stupid little girl beside them. Her heart was full of flesh. It was too pitiful for such a kind child to go out alone.

Seeing more and more food in the bowl, yin'er smiles at the woman and immediately continues to bury her head in the chicken leg.

Outside the house, more and more snow, winter, the weather is always more than think of the cold.

After dinner, yin'er helps the woman clear the table. Doctor Li gets up to go back. The man goes out to see her off. It's too late, and it's snowy. It's really dangerous for the old man to go back by himself.

After clearing the table, yin'er looked at the woman in front of her and said, "Aunt Li, are there many people in this village?"

"More than 100 households, what's the matter?" the woman said.

"A very powerful elder told me that as long as there are enough people to pray for master, master will wake up. I want to go to the village tomorrow to ask the villagers to pray for master's blessing," yin'er whispered.

The woman thought about it and nodded, "I'll go with you tomorrow. After all, you're not from this village. With Auntie, the villagers can speak better"

"thank you, auntie Li", she said gratefully.

"Little things"

the woman said with a gentle smile, "at your age, you are not afraid to bear hardships and pray everywhere with your master on your back. You are also a child who has a heart to do this little favor"

zhenwuxing, a city full of ruins, is located in the wilderness. A hundred miles outside the city, lvluo stands in front of Zichuan's tomb. Her beautiful face is so sad that she has been living with each other for hundreds of years Never thought, never say goodbye only in the morning and night.

I don't know how long I have been standing. Not far away, the void shakes. A man in red war clothes walks out. When he sees the woman and the tombstone in front of her, his eyes can't help shaking.

"Why is it like this?" Xiang Yuan stepped forward two steps with a look of deep pain.

"The men of mohmen found here, according to the traces of the battle at that time, it was Qi Huan's hand," Lu Luo said sadly.

"Qi Huan, how could he be so able to do it?" Xiang Yuan couldn't set up a channel.

"Or what secret the old guy used, maybe there are secrets we don't know. Although Zichuan's strength was not as good as that old guy in the last few matches, it was not so different. However, this time, Zichuan was not Qi Huan's opponent. Maybe, we have miscalculated the old guy's ability all the time," said lvluo.

"Is it true?"

Xiang Yuan's eyes narrowed and said, "it doesn't seem like that. If there was such a big gap, we would have died in his hands, and we won't wait until today."

"I can't guess what the truth is now. The only thing I can be sure is that the old guy has already started to fight us. You, me and my younger martial brother may be in danger." .

Xiang Yuan nodded and said, "leave as soon as possible. Find the younger martial brother quickly. There are too many mysteries about Zichuan's death. No matter how fast Qi Huan's strength improves, it's impossible for him to kill Zichuan alone. Therefore, if the old man wants to get rid of us, he will do it himself. However, the younger martial brother is really in trouble. If Qi Huan chooses to kill him It's hard for the younger martial brother to get away "

" um "

lvluo answered, finally looked at the tombstone in front of her, clenched her fists again and again, and then turned away.

In Lijia village, it snowed all night. The next day, the snow became much smaller. However, the weather was still cold and the cold wind was blowing. The frozen hands did not dare to stretch out.

Yin'er carries her master behind her back and asks for blessing from door to door.

The woman and the little boy followed. When they met someone who was really hard to talk to, they came forward to help them say a few words of good wishes for the little girl's master.

One family, two families, five families, ten families It's freezing cold and the road is blocked by heavy snow. After walking for a long time, it's more and more difficult to walk. Yin'er walks in front of him and never has a rest.

The woman followed, sighing in her heart. No wonder the little girl fainted in front of the village and kept asking for help. Even if she could bear it physically, she could not bear it mentally.

Yin'er seems to forget that the woman is still behind her, carrying her master on her back, knocking on the door one by one, praying for every possible blessing.

Once upon a time, Ning Chen said that men have gold under their knees, and no one can kneel except their parents. Women and men are no different. In this unequal world, if they can't treat themselves and men equally, they will never get equal opportunities.

Ning Chen teaches like this, and the little girl learns like this. Since she worships her teacher, she never kneels to anyone. The emperors of the world, the gods and Buddhas of heaven and earth are the same.

However, since the fall of Tianyu peak, the little girl has left this dignity behind her. She asks for and worships everyone and only prays for a blessing for the people behind her.In this world, there will always be someone who is worth throwing everything away. For Yin Er, the person behind him is such a person. As long as he can wake up, even if he kneels a thousand times and asks for 10000 times, it is worth it.

It was freezing in the snow. From early morning to noon, and then to the scorching sun westward, the woman and the little boy came back when they saw the blood on the snow where the little girl stood up. They couldn't help shaking themselves.

The girl's forehead, not yet healed, shed blood again and dyed the snow on the ground red.

It's not easy for every family to talk. There are different manners and characters in the world. It has nothing to do with status or origin. There are benevolent people who can help the world in the rich and poor, and there are also craftsmen who have despicable conduct in the poor and humble.

It's not easy to ask for a blessing, just a blessing. Yin Er gives up her personal happiness and anger, no sorrow, no joy, no resentment and no hatred. She still asks for and worships people as she has done in the past hundred days.

In the village, Dr. Li stood in front of the door, looking at the little girl in the distance, and his old eyes kept beating.

When he was practicing medicine in the Imperial City, he once heard an old man say that the belief, blessing and mindfulness of all living beings in the world are the most immeasurable forces in the world, which even the overhaul walkers and emperors dare not underestimate.

However, although these forces are powerful, not everyone can use them. Even those Royal offerings may not be able to do so. Moreover, all living beings are weak. Only when tens of thousands of people pray together can they really have a great effect.

The little girl in front of him is obviously collecting blessings from all living beings for his master, which shows that the young man is definitely not an ordinary person. Even among the overhaul walkers, he is most likely to be at the top.

At this moment, a blue figure came out of the sky. Looking at the young man in red below, a struggle appeared on his face.

He didn't know what happened to his younger martial brother, but now he was obviously no different from the living dead.

"Five younger martial brother, let's do it"

in the sky mountain, two figures come out again, looking at the people around them, they say, "No.

Qi Zhi, the leader of Mo men's fifth peak, sixth peak and seventh peak, is the traitor of the ninth peak, who is now Li Jiacun.

"Little younger martial brother is no different from dead now. Let him go this time." Qi Huan clenched his fists and said.

"Brother five, no wonder you don't understand that it doesn't matter whether you live or die. It's the power of the extreme Yang in your body," the main voice of the sixth peak said.

"Don't hesitate any more, let's do it"

the leader of the seventh peak said lightly, and immediately stepped down and walked down.

At this time, on the distant sky language peak, the sky language person who is meditating suddenly shakes, gets up to look to the west, and the willow eyebrows frown.

People of Mohist? No, they're in danger.

The void rolled, and the Tianyu stepped forward to help. Suddenly, seven colors gathered in the sky, and a white robe shadow appeared. Looking at the woman who was about to leave, he calmly said, "Tianyu, I don't need you to intervene in the affairs of my Mohist family"

seeing the white robe figure in the sky, he looked dignified and said, "master Mohist, you must hurry up Kill them all

"Betraying the school, deceiving the teacher and destroying the ancestors, I think, such a big crime, even in any big religion, is an unforgivable sin," Mo Zhu said lightly.

"Before the Ming Dynasty, people didn't talk in secret. Since master Mo practiced seven color and Yin Yang, he has sacrificed more than one or two disciples. Today, master Mo is half buried in the real world. As long as he devotes himself to practice, it's only a matter of time to get out of this half step. Why do he sacrifice these innocent children?" the Tianyu said in a deep voice.

"Sacrifice?"

The master of ink looked into the distance and said, "the Tianyu is wrong. I have never sacrificed anyone except the ninth son. It is said that Tianyu can communicate with heaven and earth and know the world's affairs. Now it seems that it is not all true"

after hearing the words, Tianyu frowns again and does not want to say more. His hands turn. On the peak of Tianyu, the wind and snow turn rapidly and turn into the cage of heaven and earth White robed old man locked to the sky.

"Tianyu, it's not my original wish to fight with you. I've offended you"

to tell you the truth, master Mo raised his hand, and the colorful splendor crisscrossed across the world.

"The master of Mohism is really hidden"

the skywhisperer looks at the scattered snowflakes and sighs, no more delay, just like the eyes of the sun, the moon and the stars slowly open. In an instant, the wind and clouds are surging and the sky is faded.

The ink master's face is more dignified than ever before. The illusory figure is black and white, but it is still the power of yin and Yang.

"Celestial Art, Yin, Qing, yuan and Xu"

as soon as you raise your hand, the black moon comes to the world, and the black and white are reflected, showing the incomplete in the perfection.

The reappearance of yin and Yang immortal law has settled the heaven and earth. Around the celestial speaker, a force of unspeakable law rises sharply, as if to tear the body of a woman.