Ten miles of maple forest, the cold winter came, the goose feather snow fell on schedule, and the whole world seemed to have turned silvery white.
In front of the wooden house, ghosts dressed like small cotton balls were happily playing in the snow, covered in snowflakes.
Ning Chen stood not far away and looked at Guigui with a gentle expression on his face.
I don't know when, in the ten-mile maple forest, Xia Xiyao came, but this time, she didn't bring a maid, and it was the contemporary blood-clothed Hou who came with her.
Bloody Hou is still wearing a blood-red tight-fitting battle suit, which outlines a bumpy figure, and with a wild and beautiful face, it seems that there is no need to be inferior to the peerless nine princesses of the Xia Dynasty.
"Hou."
When the two arrived, they bowed in unison.
"Don't be too polite."
Ning Chen replied with a smile, "Why are you here at this time?"
In recent days, Da Xia, the ninth princess and the seven Marquis, have not come too often, so to speak, if it were him, he would definitely run over when he had a chance.
It is not necessary to leave a senior in vain, and he was not the same back then.
"Hou, I have some problems in the martial arts that I can't figure out, and I hope Hou can give me some pointers." The blood-clothed Hou said respectfully.
"When you encounter a bottleneck, no matter if you stick to it or change your method, as long as you believe in yourself, you can achieve the Tao on any road. The key is to believe in your own Tao."
When the words fell, Ning Chen looked at the ghost who fell in the snow in front of him, smiled, and said, "Guigui, be careful."
"Got it, Daddy."
Gui Gui got up, responded with a childish voice, and continued to toss with Xiao Hulu.
When the blood-clothed Hou heard the former's words, a thought flashed in his eyes.
Maybe she really thought too much.
She should believe in herself and keep going.
On the side, Xia Xiyao saw the end of the conversation between the two, and said softly, "Hou, my father knows that Hou is back and wants to see you. I wonder if Hou can go back to the palace to have a look."
Ning Chen shook his head lightly, and said, "I won't go, now in Da Xia, my old friend is gone, so it's meaningless to go back."
When Xia Xiyao heard the words, she fell silent without further persuasion.
"Hou, can you advise me once?"
The blood-clothed Hou regained his senses from his thoughts, looked at the characters in the legend of the Divine Land in front of him, and said with a very serious expression.
Ning Chen looked sideways and nodded lightly, "Yes."
The blood-clothed Hou waved his hand, and a long sword flew past, the sword glow was dazzling, and it was not an ordinary thing at first glance.
"Mingxue Tiansheng is my sword for guarding the frontier, so I borrowed it from Hou Yong first."
The words fell, the blood-clothed Marquis held his left hand empty, and in the carriage not far away, another divine soldier flew out, and the cyan sword body was also extraordinary.
Ning Chen stretched out his hand and held Mingxue Tiansheng, feeling the powerful evil spirit on the sword, a stream of light flashed in his eyes.
The sword of the Great Xia Wuhou has always been contaminated with too much killing karma. Although the blood-clothed Hou is a woman, he is no exception.
"Please!"
The blood-clothed Hou opened his mouth, moved with his sword, and dazzled.
With a loud bang, the two swords exchanged, and the snow was romantic, covering his eyes.
In the scattered snowflakes, the two swords clashed again and again, like a dragon out of water, like a vast star, each showing their abilities.
At a distance of ten feet, neither of them released their breath, only their swords were extremely sharp.
In the battle situation, the blood-robed Marquis did what he could do all his life, but in the Vietnam War, he was more frightened.
Although she was mentally prepared, she could truly appreciate the power of the Marquis of Fate in front of her when she really fought each other.
It turns out that there is such a sword on top of Kendo.
The speed of the sword is not fast, but the moves are unstoppable, like a starry sky, in which you can never really touch.
boom!
After ten strokes, the two swords were handed over again. The blood-clothed Hou, who had not yet exhausted his sword strength, only felt his right arm numb, and the sword in his hand flew down involuntarily and inserted into the ground.
Ning Chen smiled and stretched out his hand to return the Mingxue Tiansheng.
"Thank you Hou for your pointers."
The blood-robed Hou took the sword and saluted respectfully.
"Next time, bring Guigui a bunch of candied haws." Ning Chen smiled.
The blood-clothed Hou was stunned for a moment, and then he regained his senses. His stiff expression revealed a rare smile, and nodded, "Okay."
The two stayed in Shili Fenglin for half a day and then left. The carriage rolled out two long wheel marks in the snow, so clear.
In the imperial city, many people secretly guessed the identity of the people of Shili Fenglin, and the seven Wuhou and the Ninth Princess of Daxia have visited many times, which has already made people feel doubtful.
However, none of the people who have been to Shili Fenglin have disclosed their identity, and Shili Fenglin has become a forbidden area, and others are not allowed to easily set foot there.
However, peace is always short-lived, and war is inevitable.
In the frontier of Daxia, aggression from neighboring countries broke out. The seven Marquis of Daxia left the imperial city and went to the frontier one after another.
Shili Fenglin has since become quiet.
The candied gourd that Hou Xueyi promised to bring to Guigui never had the chance to deliver it again.
On the battlefield, the blood-robed Hou died in battle, bathed in blood, and left his life on the battlefield.
Generals have died in a hundred battles, and strong men have returned for ten years. In the history of the endless years of Xia, more than 90% of the Marquis of Wu have been sacrificed on the battlefield. The Marquis in Blood is not the first, nor the last.
When the news came back to the imperial city, the whole country was mourned, and the contemporary emperor of Daxia personally went to the Wuhou Temple to erect a monument for the blood-robed Hou.
Xia Xiyao looked at the spiritual seat on the Wuhou Temple, and tears fell in her eyes involuntarily.
Ten miles of maple forest, the carriage approached, Xia Xiyao got off the carriage and looked at the white-haired man standing quietly in front of the wooden house, her mood was indescribably complicated.
Seeing the person coming, Ning Chen still had a peaceful smile on his face, and said, "Here."
"Hou, the blood-robed Hou died in battle."
Xia Xiyao said with uncontrollable sadness in her eyes.
Ning Chen heard the words, sighed softly, and said, "Really, it's a pity."
Xia Xiyao took out a bunch of candied haws, walked to Guigui, and handed the candied haws to Guigui.
The promise of the blood-clothed clothes was too late to be fulfilled, so she could only fulfill it for her.
"Thank you sister."
Guigui took the candied gourd and answered in a childish voice.
"Ghosts are so good."
Xia Xiyao reached out and rubbed Guigui's little head, stood up, looked at the marquis who knew fate, and said, "Ho, when will this war really stop."
Ning Chen shook his head and said, "I don't know either. Someone asked me this question a long time ago, and I still haven't found the answer to this day."
"Are we all going to die?"
Xia Xiyao said with uncontrollable sadness in her eyes.
"meeting."
Ning Chen calmly said, "Whether people, gods, or saints will die one day, not even the heavens and the earth will last forever, let alone human beings, as long as they really live, death is not terrible."
"Xueyi, she admires Hou very much." Xia Xiyao told a secret that could no longer be verified, and said sadly, "The reason why she worked so hard to become Wu Hou is only because she regards Hou as a belief that she has pursued all her life."