Marquis of Grand Xia

In ten miles of maple forest, the winter went up and the goose feathers and snow fell as scheduled, and the whole world seemed to become silver-white.

In front of the wooden house, a ghost dressed like a cotton ball happily played in the snow, covered with snowflakes.

Ning Chen stood nearby and looked at Gui Gui, his face full of gentle colors.

I don't know when, Xia Xiyao came in the ten miles of maple forest. However, this time, he did not bring a maid with him. It was the contemporary **** clothes who came with him.

Bloody Hou still has a blood-red tight suit, outlines a bumpy figure, plus a wild and beautiful face, it does not seem to have any look of the peerless Xia Dynasty Princess Nine.

"Hou."

When the two arrived, they performed a salute.

"You don't have to be too polite."

Ning Chen smiled and said, "How come this time?"

In recent days, Da Xia, the nine princesses and the seven martial princes have not come too often. It is also said that if he is replaced by him, he will certainly come over if he has a chance.

There is no need to put a senior in front of him, but he was not the same.

"Hou, I have some questions about martial arts that I can't figure out, and I hope Hou can give pointers." Bloody Hou looked respectfully.

"When you encounter a bottleneck, whether you insist on it or change the method, you only need to believe in yourself. Any road can be enlightened. The key is to believe in your own way."

The words fell, Ning Chen looked at the ghosts and ghosts that fell in the snow in front of them, smiled, and said, "Ghosts and ghosts, be careful."

"Got it, dad."

Gui Gui got up, responded naively, and continued to toss with Xiao Hulu.

When Xueyihou heard the former, his eyes flashed with thought.

Perhaps, she really thought too much.

She should believe in herself and stick to it.

Aside, Xia Xiyao saw the end of the conversation between the two and spoke softly, "Hou, my father and emperor knew that Hou was back and wanted to see you. I don't know if Hou could go back to the palace and see.

Ning Chen shook his head gently and said, "No more, now Daxia, there is no longer my old friend, and it is meaningless to go back."

Xia Xiyao heard the words and fell silent, without further persuasion.

"Hou, can you advise me once."

Bloody Hou recovered his mind from his thoughts and looked at the figure in the legend of the Divine Land before him, his expression was very serious.

Ning Chen looked sideways and gently nodded, "Yes."

Bloodcoat Hou waved his hand, a long sword flew over, the sword

Mang Yaoming is not an ordinary thing at first glance.

"Mingxue Tiansheng, the sword that I guarded the frontier, I borrowed it first."

The words fell, and Xueyi Hou's left hand was gripped falsely. In the carriage not far away, another **** soldier flew out, and the blue sword body was also breathtaking.

Ning Chen stretched out his hand, grasped the Mingxue Tiansheng, felt the powerful aura on the sword, and a stream of light flashed across his eyes.

Da Xia Wuhou's sword is always contaminated with too many killings. Although the blood-clothed Hou is a woman, there are no exceptions.

"please!"

Bloodcoat Hou spoke, moved, swordd, dazzling.

With a bang, the two swords were handed over and the snow was romantic, covering both eyes.

In the scattered snowflakes, the two swords confront each other again and again, just like the dragon out of the water, like the vast stars, each can perform its own way.

At a distance of ten feet, neither of them breathed out, only the sword, and they were extremely sharp.

In the battle situation, the blood-clothed hou showed his life for what he could do. The more the Vietnam War, the more shocked he was.

Although she has been mentally prepared for a long time, however, she can truly appreciate the power of her destiny before she can really fight.

It turned out that there was such a sword above Kendo.

The speed of the sword is not fast, but the trick is unstoppable, like the starry sky, but in it, it can never be really touched.

boom!

After the ten strokes, the double swords were handed over again, and the **** coat of arms with endless sword strength only felt a numbness in the right arm, and the sword in his hand had involuntarily flew down and inserted into the earth.

Ning Chen smiled and reached out to return Mingxue Tiansheng.

"Thank you Hou for your advice."

Bloody Hou took the sword and respectfully saluted.

"Next time, bring a bunch of sugar gourds to Guigui." Ning Chen smiled.

Bloodcoat Hou stunned and immediately recovered. The stiff expression showed a rare smile and nodded, "Okay."

The two stayed in Shili Maple Forest for half a day and left. The carriage rolled two long wheel marks in the snow, so clear.

In the imperial city, many people secretly guessed about the identity of the people in the ten miles of Fenglin. The visits of the seven martial arts princes and the princess of the Great Xia Jiu had made people wonder.

However, none of the people who have been to Shili Fenglin have revealed their fateful identity. Shili Fenglin has become a forbidden place, and others are not allowed to set foot easily.

However, peace is always short, and war is inevitable.

On the frontier of Daxia, aggression from neighboring countries broke out. Seven martial princes in Daxia left the imperial city and went to the border one after another.

Ten miles of Maple Forest has since become quiet.

Bloodcoat Hou promised to bring the candied fruit to Guigui, and there was no chance to send them.

On the battlefield, Xueyi Hou died in battle, bathing in blood, leaving his life on the battlefield.

The general died in a hundred battles, the strong man returned ten years, and the history of the endless years of Daxia. More than 90% of the martial princes were sacrificed on the battlefield.

When the news came back to the imperial city, the whole country was grieved, and the contemporary Emperor Daxia personally went to the Wuhou Temple to set up a monument for the blood-dressed Hou.

Xia Xiyao looked at the spiritual position in the Wuhou Temple, and tears fell involuntarily in his eyes.

In ten miles of Fenglin, the carriage came, Xia Xiyao stepped down from the carriage and looked at the white-haired man who always stood quietly in front of the wooden house in front.

Ning Chen saw the coming person with a calm smile on his face and said, "Come."

"Hou, the blood-clad Hou died in battle."

Xia Xiyao spoke, sorrow in his eyes, and said.

Ning Chen heard the words, sighed softly, and said, "Is it a pity."

Xia Xiyao took out a bunch of candied gourds, walked to the ghost and handed them to the ghost.

The **** promise was too late to fulfill, and she could only fulfill it for her.

"Thank you sister."

Guigui took the sugar gourd and responded naively.

"Guigui is so good."

Xia Xiyao reached out and rubbed the ghost's little head, stood up, looked at a fatalist, and said, "Hou, when do you say this war will really stop."

Ning Chen shook his head ~ www.readwn.com ~ said, "I don't know. Someone asked me this question a long time ago. Until today, I still haven't found an answer."

"Are we all going to die?"

Xia Xi's eyes were sad and hard to suppress, Road.

"meeting."

Ning Chen calmly said, "Whether man, god, or saint has a day that will die, and even heaven and earth cannot be eternal, not to mention human beings, as long as they were really alive, death is not terrible."

"Bloody, she admires Hou very much."

Xia Xiyao told a secret that could no longer be confirmed, and said sadly, "The reason why she worked so hard to become Wuhou is only because she regarded Hou as a belief that she pursued all her life."

(PS: Daxia is almost finished, the new book is in preparation, everyone adds the WeChat public account of the smoke and rain: the night of the smoke and rain, if there is any situation, we will inform you as soon as possible. Hurry up and pay attention to too few people I'm sorry.)

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