In the quiet water river, the painting boat flutters, the breeze blows, the willows flutter on the bank, and the leaves drift into the river, creating a circle of ripples.
On the days when Zhiming left, there was not much quiet on the banks of the Mi Shui River. Except for a little girl carrying a wooden bucket to water the sacred tree when the morning sun rose, there were few people in sight at other times.
When the sun was about to set, on the lake, the red light converged, a figure in red walked out, the consciousness swept around, and a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes.
Where did this girl go.
On the river bank, the sacred tree sealed in the Yellow Spring is more and more vigorous. Obviously, although the little girl is playful, she has not forgotten the business.
In the west, the setting sun is gradually fading, and night is coming. The little girl who has been playing for a day bounces back, and with one step, she swoops to the painting boat.
As soon as he stepped on the painting boat, the familiar breath came, and the smile on Yin'er's small face suddenly froze.
In the painting boat, the figure in red sat quietly in front of the desk, carefully repairing the guqin obtained from the ruins of the gods, and when he noticed that the little girl outside came back, he calmly said, "Yin'er, it's quite early to come back."
Yin'er opened the boat curtain, walked into the boat, looked at the figure who had returned, and said with a bright smile on her face, "You're back, whether you're thirsty, I'll pour you tea"
After speaking, the little girl hurried to the tea table, poured a cup of tea, and handed it to the former.
Ning Chen took the tea and drank it, put down the teacup, and asked, "How is your sword practice?"
"Okay"
The tone of the voice was a little underwhelming.
"Show me the practice tomorrow," Ning Chen said.
"Oh"
Yin'er responded in a low voice, and when she saw the guqin on the table, her attention was immediately diverted, and she said, "Where did the qin come from?"
"I got it from the ruins of the gods, it's a little damaged, I'm repairing it," Ning Chen replied lightly.
"You still know the piano?" Yin'er looked at the former strangely and said.
"Know a thing or two"
Ning Chen replied, he is indeed not as proficient in swords as Qin, but he is not ignorant.
"Teach me," Yin'er said with interest.
"You can't chew more than you can chew, first practice your sword well"
Ning Chen raised his hand and tapped the little girl on the head, saying.
"pain"
Yin'er covered her little head, dissatisfied.
"Hurry up and rest, if you can't fall asleep, just practice," Ning Chen said while repairing the guqin.
Hearing the word "cultivation", Yin'er immediately ran to the bed in a dejected manner, took off the jewelry on her head, and prepared to rest.
Ning Chen thought about it, took out the Xiwang hairpin, handed it to the little girl, and said, "Return the hairpin to you"
Yin'er took the golden hairpin, looked over and over, raised her head, looked at the former, and said, "Can this thing still work?"
Ning Chen nodded and said, "Yes, yes, but it will take a long time to recover your strength every time you use it. Train your sword well. After all, these foreign objects have too many restrictions, and it is difficult to rely on them at a critical juncture."
"Oh"
Yin'er nodded, pulled the quilt and lay down, showing her small head to look at the person in front of her, and said, "Can I ask you one thing?"
"Let's talk," Ning Chen replied.
"The elder sister who has been secretly watching my sword practice, you know, can I take her to learn martial arts together?" Yin'er said with anticipation on her little face.
"what ever"
Ning Chen didn't care, and said, "Her aptitude is good, but everyone has their own life, so it's not necessarily suitable for learning martial arts. If she really wants to learn, you can teach her."
"You didn't teach it?" Yin'er pouted.
"I can't handle you alone, how can you still have the energy to teach others?" Ning Chen said angrily.
"whee"
Yin'er heard the words, smiled embarrassedly, did not dare to say more, closed her eyes and went to sleep.
Ning Chen also calmed down and concentrated on repairing the guqin in his hand.
This qin is called Yan Wang, and I have never heard of it. After all, he has not been here for a long time, and many legends are just new contacts.
The Four Signs and Gods have been passed down from generation to generation, from the ancient times to the ancient times, and then to the ancient times. During this period, the king of Hades created the world, the heaven and the earth changed drastically, and the fairyland collapsed... As the years passed, it was gradually difficult to restore the truth.
After the ancient times, there are almost no gods in the world, and even the most peak bloodlines such as Suzaku, Phoenix, and Qinglong are difficult to return to the glory of the ancient times. No one knows how powerful the phoenix and the four-symptom gods who emerged from the chaos when the heaven and earth first opened, and whether they can reach the level of the Lord of the Seven Absolutes, the only certainty is that Hades created the world, And the beginning of the world
The four-symptom gods created during the opening period are fragile and vulnerable in front of Pluto.
The existence of Pluto is beyond cognition, and the word "God" is so terrifying on him, it is almost a symbol of absolute invincibility.
On the table, the beating candles burned nearly halfway, and several gaps on the guqin were temporarily repaired by gold and stones, but the three broken strings were hard to find replacements for a while. The body of the piano, stained with the blood of the white tiger, can still feel the powerful killing aura. The white tiger who kills has always been the one with the most killing karma among the four gods. If the white tiger is not dead, and the incarnation of resentment has experienced too much. long years, he
It is also difficult for them to escape from its grasp.
The phoenix fire spread, swallowing the blood on Qin's body little by little. After a while, the brilliance flashed, and the Guqin disappeared.
Compared with this qin, in fact, what he cares more about now is the blood of the white tiger left on the qin. Perhaps, this is the opportunity to step into the fairyland.
Ning Chen got up and walked towards the outside of the boat. The quiet water river under the night was calm, and the cold moon fell on the ground, making this beautiful lake and night even more desolate.
The phoenix fire rose, and in the dazzling red light, the essence and blood of the four gods, Qinglong, Suzaku, Xuanwu, and White Tiger, flew out, and the disks rotated, creating and inhibiting each other.
Among the four drops of blood essence, the blood of the White Tiger is relatively bleak, and it still cannot reach a balance with the other three drops of blood essence.
After a few breaths, Ning Chen waved his hand away from the brilliance of his body, and the divine blood returned and reintegrated into his body.
The lake was rippling, and the next moment, the red clothes disappeared from the boat, not knowing where to go.
In the 100,000-strong mountain, the craggy rocks, the primitive place far from the Mi Shui River, the red clothes appeared and walked step by step to the depths of the mountain.
Before a cliff, Ning Chen stopped, waved his hand and threw the Hades Warrior out of his hand. Immediately, a rusty spear appeared, pinning the woman to the cliff.
"Uh"
Zhu Que Ming snorted, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth and in front of his chest, dyeing the red battle clothes.
Ning Chen's figure flashed past, Ling Kong stepped forward, looked at the woman who was nailed to the cliff, and said, "Girl, can you tell me how you know my whereabouts?"
Zhu Queming endured the severe pain from the wound, and clenched his silver teeth, refusing to say a word.
"Actually, you don't have to hold on so hard. You can't hold it if you fall into my hands. If you say it now, you can suffer less."
Ning Chen said calmly, there was not much threat in his words, as if he was just stating a fact.
He didn't know much about the methods of killing people, but he didn't know much about the ways to make life worse than death.
He, who used to be in charge of the world's prisons, doesn't care about getting more blood on his hands.
"Phoenix, don't try to utter a single word in my mouth. Hades will soon send someone to come. You, there is no way to escape," Suzaku Ming said with hatred on his face.
"Maybe, but you may not have a chance to see it, I'm sorry, I don't have much time, let's start now"
Ning Chen said indifferently, with a wave of his hand, a dagger with cold light appeared, which was cold and dazzling.
The next moment, in the 100,000-strong mountain with many mountains and green mountains, a shrill scream sounded, so harsh that people unconsciously felt creepy.
The bloody, cruel, and cruel side was hidden by the green mountains and rivers. Only one after another shrill screams sounded in the forest, and the whole mountains and rivers trembled.
One night, fearful, cold, and long, when the morning sun rose, Hong Yi stepped out of the 100,000 mountain, and the blood wafted in the wind, making people breathless.
The ruthless eyes can't see a trace of temperature, maybe knowing fate was also kind, but after going through thousands of disasters, a heart has long had to be cold.
On the banks of the quiet water, the red clothes squatted down to wash off the blood on his hands, and a little bit of vermilion spreads along the river, so beautiful.
In the boat, the little girl rubbed her eyes and walked out in a daze, looking at the figure by the river, she stepped and flew over.
"woke up?"
Ning Chen got up, looked at the little girl who came over, and said with a peaceful smile on her face.
"Um"
Yin'er nodded, glanced suspiciously at the looming red in the river, and said, "Are you injured?"
"no"
Ning Chen shook his head and said, "I went to do a little thing just now, don't ask so much about the child's family, it's time to practice swordsmanship, go get ready"
When Yin'er heard the words, her face immediately became bitter, her eyes rolled, and she said, "I'll go and call Sister Lingzhi first."
After speaking, without waiting for the former to agree, the little girl stepped forward and ran into the distance.
Ning Chen gently shook his head, this girl.
About half an hour later, Yin'er came with a neatly dressed girl. She was of a similar age, but much quieter than the little girl.
“Lingzhi has seen Mr.”
The girl bowed cautiously and said.
Ning Chen nodded, looked at the little girl beside him, and said, "Okay, someone is here, it's time to practice swordsmanship"
Yin'er giggled, and before walking to the river bank, she took out her Zhujian, and her little face finally calmed down.
A little bit of rising red light was dazzling in the morning glow, and a sword light that was immature but three points was born slowly rose. After a while, it broke through the air, and suddenly, the river water separated and reached a hundred meters away.
After a short breath, the river water fell, the waves rolled and gradually returned to normal.
A flash of light flashed in Ning Chen's eyes, yes, this girl's aptitude and understanding are really shocking.
After one strike, Yin'er turned her head, looking at the former with anticipation and nervousness, waiting for the evaluation.
"Yes," Ning Chen praised with a peaceful smile on his face.
Yin'er was very happy when she heard it, and her little face smiled like a flower.
"Okay, let's practice swords together for the rest of the time."
Ning Chen glanced at the young girl not far away, without saying any more, with one step, he flew towards the boat in the lake.
The girl looked at the figure who left in red, with a look of admiration flashing in her eyes, and said softly, "Mr. Ning is really a gentle and kind person."
"Of course," Yin'er nodded with a smile and agreed.