Ten miles of maple forest, time flies, and it has been three years since I returned home.
The blood-robed Hou died in battle, and there was an additional spiritual seat on the Wuhou Temple, and the body was wrapped in horse leather.
Even so, generations of Great Xia Wuhou still guarded this great country without any regrets.
At the beginning of this year, outside the imperial city, the carriage rumbled, and a person with a special identity came to Shili Fenglin.
On the carriage, Xia Xiyao stepped down and helped a middle-aged man down. The middle-aged man was dressed simply, but his breath was very extraordinary.
The middle-aged man was only about forty years old, but his hair was mostly white, and his face was exhausted.
"Father, be careful."
Xia Xiyao supported her father, worriedly.
Xia Huang got off the carriage and walked towards Fenglin step by step.
"Ho!"
Emperor Xia looked at the white-haired man and saluted respectfully.
"If you're not feeling well, don't come here."
Ning Chen looked at the contemporary emperor of the Daxia Dynasty in front of him with a peaceful expression.
"Hou has been back for so long, I should have come to visit earlier."
Xia Huang opened his mouth and said with emotion, "I grew up listening to Hou's legend since I was a child, but I didn't expect to be lucky enough to see Hou's true face."
"Your Majesty is here, what's the matter?" Ning Chen asked. "I have come to say my greetings, I have been on the throne at the age of sixteen, and I have been on the throne for twenty-five years. Since I took over the throne, I have not dared to relax for a moment. I dare not say that I am a wise man through the ages, but I am definitely not a foolish monarch. Why? My summer is still chaotic and chaotic,
People don't have a good life? "Xia Huang said with a confused look on his face.
"It's not necessarily a good thing."
Ning Chen looked at the forty-year-old Daxia Emperor with gray hair in front of him, and said softly, "Learn to let go of power."
When Emperor Xia heard this, he looked puzzled and said, "It's that simple?"
"It's that simple."
Ning Chen said calmly, "Do you think that the people are more respectful than the king, or the ruler is noble and the people are less?"
Emperor Xia was silent, and after a while, he replied, "Min Guijun is light."
"The ruler is valued by the people, and the people are valued. Likewise, the people value the ruler, and the ruler is valued."
Ning Chen looked into the distance and continued, "I asked you whether the people are more important than the king or the people are less respectful. You hesitated, but in your heart, you still think that the king is more important than the people."
Xia Huang was silent and did not answer.
Ning Chen turned around, looked at the person in front of him, and said, "At the beginning, Beimeng's strategist and I wanted to promote the arrival of the prosperous world of the hundred generations with the same purpose. However, at that time, Daxia and the Beimeng Royal Court fought hard. Why do you say this is?"
"The position is different." Xia Huang replied.
"Yes, the positions are different." Ning Chen calmly said, "Just Beimeng and Daxia, there are also different positions between the imperial court and the common people, but different positions do not mean opposition. When will Daxia's position be different? The ruler values the people, and the people value the ruler. Perhaps, wars will
will be much less. "
When Emperor Xia heard the words, a thought flashed across his face. After a long time, he bowed respectfully and said, "Teach me."
"Go back, there are many capable officials in Daxia, learn to give them power, and also give more power to the common people. At that time, you will not be as tired as you are now." Ning Chen advised.
Xia Huang nodded, and Xia Xiyao saluted respectfully on the side, and immediately supported her father and left in a carriage.
Just when Zhiming lived in the ten-mile maple forest, the confrontation between the heavens, the immortals, the saints in the world and the eleven innate saints also reached the limit of a stalemate.
In the first fight, no one took advantage of the double points. Although all the saints in the world have been sanctified not long ago, however, all the way from the mortal to the saint realm, the combat experience is far from the innate saint, and the combat power is all amazing.
In the void, at the end of the right hand of the Lord of Darkness, the black spear surging fiercely, staring at the saints in the fairyland, the murderous intent on his face is not concealed.
In the Immortal Realm, in front of the saints, Fan Lingyue slowly rose, and finally chose to take action in person.
"It's you!"
The Lord of Darkness looked at the woman in front of him and said coldly, "This seat remembers you."
In the sky above Xianyu, Fan Lingyue stared at the Lord of Darkness in front of him, and the whole body was full of moonlight.
"Three strokes."
Fan Lingyue said lightly, "Come on."
When the Lord of Darkness heard the words, his face flashed with anger, and his figure flashed to the front.
The moment the black spear crossed and touched the moon white light, the two forces collided with each other, and the dark force quickly dissipated.
Fan Lingyue stretched out her hand, but her slender and verdant fingers were more powerful than any magic weapon, and she directly grabbed the black spear.
With a bang, the black spear collapsed, the Lord of Darkness's expression changed slightly, and the bridge of the avenue suddenly appeared in the world behind him, and the power of darkness instantly reached its limit.
With a slap of the sky, the Lord of Darkness counterattacked, wanting to seriously injure the woman in front of him.
Fan Lingyue stepped, avoiding the strength of his palms, condensing his energy with his slender hands, and directly penetrated the former's chest.
In an astonishing scene, blood splattered all over the sky, Fan Lingyue looked at the Lord of Darkness indifferently, and said lightly, "It seems that I think highly of you."
After finishing speaking, Fan Lingyue's whole body rose to the moonlight, and the Lord of Darkness flew out directly.
A hundred meters away, the Lord of Darkness stopped, vomited out a mouthful of blood, and a black airflow surged through his body, repairing his injuries.
After only two moves, they were defeated. The Lord of Darkness and the ten innate saints looked shocked and angry, and looked at the woman in front of the world with fear in their eyes.
In the void, Fan Lingyue looked at the eleven innate saints in front of him and said coldly, "Is anyone else going to fight?"
The faces of the eleven innate saints are ugly and unusual. They are all saints, and the power of the woman in front of them is beyond imagination.
I am afraid that no one can suppress this human woman except the gods of Bazhongtian personally.
"This seat asks one or two."
At this time, the ink master, who had not spoken, stepped forward and said calmly.
"Zhiming said that you used to be his master."
Fan Lingyue looked at the white-robed old man in front of the fairy, with an indifferent expression.
"The thirteenth son is not bad, beyond the expectations of this seat."
Master Mo said with a smile, "Blue is better than blue, this master really wants to have a real fight with him."
"No, you don't have this chance."
The words fell, Fan Lingyue's figure moved instantly, inside and outside the fairyland, the saints only saw a flash of moonlight flashing, which was incredibly fast.
Lord Mo's expression was also condensed, the whole body was filled with colorful brilliance, and his cultivation base was fully open.
In the midst of the colorful brilliance, Fan Lingyue’s figure suddenly stopped, and his body was unexpectedly out of control.
The ink master walked in the colorful brilliance and came to the front of the human woman.
"Young man, you are still too anxious."
The ink master raised his hand, and the colorful brilliance rose, swallowing the woman in front.
"It turns out that this is your ability."
At this moment, a sneer flashed in the eyes of Fan Lingyue, whose body was out of control, and said, "No wonder Luo Xingchen would rather give his life to send that arrow, which is really a terrifying ability, but I am not Luo Xingchen, I stronger than him!"
As soon as the words fell, Fan Lingyue raised her hand, directly clasped the right shoulder of Lord Mo, and threw it towards the distant mountain.
boom! There was a violent earthquake, and thousands of miles away, mountains and peaks collapsed, falling rocks like rain.