The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

On the Bank of the river, the water waves are striking the shore. It's quiet and lively. The boat in the lake is always wandering and never touches the shore for a moment.

At the beginning of the day, inside and outside the boat, the quiet mortal world is gradually lively again.

On the boat, the girl who wanted to stay in bed was picked up and began to lose her temper.

"Can we practice later"

Yin Er, wrapped in the quilt, seems to wake up but not wake up, and says bitterly with a small face.

"What time is it, still sleeping"

Ning Chen takes the little girl and says helplessly.

"I went to bed late last night"

Yin Er tried to get into the quilt and didn't want to get up.

"You're not shy, which martial arts practitioner still sleeps every day until now"

Ning Chen pulls the little girl out again and says softly.

"I'm already very good. I don't need to practice in the morning and in the dark"

Yin Er rubbed her big eyes and complained.

"You also mean to say that you are powerful, you are such a fool, I can hit you more than 100, don't talk nonsense, get up quickly, teach you to practice sword today." Ning Chen said angrily.

Yin'er rubs his hair madly, and immediately he feels a little wrong. Looking at the person in front of him, he doubts, "how can this sound so familiar?"

"Sleep more, sleep silly"

Ning Chen pulled up the little girl and immediately walked out of the boat, saying, "hurry up, I'll go to the shore and wait for you"

with the sound of words, Ning Chen walked out of the boat and flew towards the river.

Yin'er tried to think about it. She didn't remember when she had heard that sentence before. She shook her head and began to dress up.

On the banks of the Mishui River, in the forbidden spring, the sacred tree is full of vitality and is getting closer to full recovery.

Soon, in front of the sails, yin'er came out and stepped on the lotus, just like a lotus in the water, flying over the lake.

See the little girl come over, rather Chen wave, on the surface of the water, water wave Teng, a water sword fly out, horizontal in front.

"Watch it"

Ning Chen holds the sword and waves it. But he sees a dazzling light coming out of the sky, and the whole Mishui river is split in two.

Amazing scene, the river separated, the current hanging upside down like a waterfall, for a long time can not be combined.

Sound son see, delicate face full of shock, was shocked by this shocking scene.

Ning Chen scattered his water sword, looked at the little girl, and said calmly, "practice, when can you separate the river like this, you will get started"

hearing the sound, he recovered from the shock, looked forward, swallowed his saliva, and said, "how long have you practiced it?"

"Three years" ningchen calm way.

“……”

The sound son hears speech, the small face suddenly a bitterness, so long.

"There is no shortcut to cultivation, especially sword training. There are countless talents who can't grow up in this world. It's not because they don't have enough talent, but because their perseverance is not as good as others, so don't always think about being lazy." Ning Chen looked at the little girl and gently warned.

"If you cheat, the Abba master's wife doesn't practice very much, but she's still very powerful," muttered yin'er.

"Don't yell"

Ning Chen gently scolded, looking helpless and said, "aman is an exception. Her talent is the only one I've ever seen in my life. Otherwise, people who are so proud of my predecessors will not make an exception to accept her as a descendant"

"don't you count as a disciple of the predecessors?"

Yin'er is surprised. She always thinks Ning Chen is the disciple of Prince Yan.

"No"

Ning Chen said with a slight smile, "I'm just a junior who was carried by the elder. I can't learn some things in my life, so I won't disgrace the elder"

"you're already very powerful, more powerful than me." looking at the former, Yin ER was sure.

Ning Chen patted the little girl's head and said with a smile, "well, concentrate on practicing sword. Your qualification is good. If you practice hard, you can reach the level just now in three months at most"

"is there any reward for practicing?" The sound son big eyes turned to turn, Jiao voice way.

Ning Chen thought about it and said, "don't you always want to learn the martial arts in the book of heaven? When you practice, I'll start to teach you"

"pull hook" sounds. His big eyes brighten, he reaches out his small hand and says.

"A word both out of Sima hard to chase" Ning Chen stretched out his hand and little girl hook hook fingers, light voice way.

After getting the guarantee, yin'er smiles and runs to the riverside, holding her own Zhujian, and begins to practice hard.

Ning Chen stands at one side, quietly looking at the little girl to practice sword, the corner of the mouth peeps out a touch of gentle color.

Although he didn't say it, he kept in mind that yin'er was running around for him.

The most difficult thing in the world is to ask for help. These days, the girl has suffered too much, but she will never do it again.

Riverside breeze, blowing little ripples, Riverside front, girls practice sword, green silk flying, beautiful scene, let a person relaxed and happy.The sound of the sword reverberates in the riverside, accompanied by the breeze, and lingers in my heart.

Ning Chen looked at the little girl's sword and nodded gently. Although good talent can't decide everything, it can really make the human resources work twice as well.

Yin'er is superior to him in both talent and savvy. If he works harder, his cultivation will be faster and faster.

Just as the little girl was practicing her sword, in the distance, a girl in plain clothes stood in front of the river bank, watching from a distance, not daring to make a sound or even to disturb her.

Ning Chen saw the girl, did not stop, let it watch.

Although he didn't want to accept apprentices any more, if the girl could learn something through her own efforts, she deserved it.

The most important thing of martial arts is always to inherit, not to limit the school concept and build cars behind closed doors.

From the beginning of the day to the middle of the day, yin'er waves her sword again and again. She wants to sneak away when she is tired of practicing several times. When she sees Ning Chen staring at her not far away, she has to give up this unrealistic idea.

At noon, it's not easy to stay until lunch time. Yin Er puts away her sword and smiles at the people beside her. She runs away without a trace.

Ning Chen gently shook to shake head, this wench.

Far away, the girl also quietly left, dare not make a sound, afraid to frighten people in the sky.

Ning Chen did not look back, as did not see, after the girl left, a step, back to the boat.

The scenery of the lake on the river is so beautiful, but the red clothes in the boat don't have the energy to take a look at it.

The next moment, in the boat, green light and red light rise, Ning Chenyun changes the power of the extreme Yang, and forcibly integrates the main body of the double front.

Zichuan died in the war, and Qihuan and others died in the hands of master mo. Xiang Yuan was in danger of death. Frustrated lvluo put all their achievements into his body, and entrusted everything in the future.

Now almost all of the nine Mohist masters who were once powerful have fallen. There is no doubt that Mohist master's next goal.

Ning Chen knows very well that no matter whether the evil body and noumenon can come back in time, he must prepare for the worst.

There is no doubt that Mo Zhu's power, especially after engulfing Qi Huan and the other two peaks, may be very close to the true realm.

The next time Mo Zhu is in trouble, it must be a very hard battle. He must be fully prepared, otherwise, this disaster will become his last battle.

On the green boat, the condensed true yuan is surging constantly. Outside the green boat, the water surface is shaking, gradually rising again and again.

It is only one step away from the peak of perfection. However, this is the most difficult step in the world.

For tens of thousands of years, almost no one has been able to take this step. Although most of the reason is that the existence of the underworld boundary has limited the laws of heaven and earth in the boundary, part of the reason is that this step is beyond imagination.

The green boat drifted, with the boat as the center, and the waves continued to spread out to a hundred feet away.

After several shocks, it's hard to surpass the natural moat. Ning Chen opens his eyes, sighs and converges Zhenyuan. It seems that he is too anxious to integrate lvluo's and Xiangyuan's Gongti. It may not be the right way to step on fairyland.

Outside the boat, the sun is shining westward. More than half of the day has passed, and there is no time for cultivation. Unconsciously, two hours have passed.

On the riverside, not long after yin'er came back, he quietly began to practice his sword.

To the east of the river, the women who came to wash their clothes couldn't see the little girl who was practicing sword in the distance. No one dared to tell. There was a quiet river, which seemed to be separated from each other.

Among the women, the girl is also working and washing clothes, but her clear eyes look far away from time to time, and her eyes are full of envy and desire.

Mortals seek immortality, but when the fate of immortality is in front of them, they dare not disturb the people in the sky.

Red clothes in the lake, standing quietly outside the boat, watching the little girl on the bank practicing sword, do not interfere.

In the end, we should rely on ourselves. Others should not interfere too much, otherwise it will have the opposite effect.

Yin'er's sword can't print too much of his shadow. Only when you go out of your own way can you be unique.

As the scorching sun sets, the girls and women leave. When they leave, they look at the young man in red in front of the boat in the lake with awe in their eyes.

As night falls, the distant lights light up, the lake reflects the moon, and the frost is desolate.

At the same time, I do not know where, the cold moon hanging nine days, night, alone on the stage, blue butterfly long sleeve solo, Jinghong a song, beautiful soul stirring, but below the stage, no one to watch.

Yellow decals, make-up, flowers of butterflies, such as fairies down to earth, more delicate than flowers, more gorgeous than butterflies.

Sleeves flying, in the sky and earth to draw a beautiful rainbow, the stage butterfly, eyes can not see a glimmer of brilliance, as the saying goes, the actor is merciless, or through the life of all States, so, finally, can't see yourself in the world of mortals.

With a clang sound, the tears of burying flowers fly out of the sleeves, the long and narrow blade blooms in the butterfly dance, and the nine day cold moon seems to have lost its color.The faster you dance, the faster you see the blade. Only the black streamer slants between heaven and earth. Within a hundred feet, the wind and snow whirl rapidly, turning into a storm and obliterating the butterfly.

Boom, an earth shaking drama, the epicenter of the earthquake, the wind and snow fall apart, the whole stage will be split, the tears of burying flowers will fade away, the butterfly will withdraw the knife, and walk away.