Ten-Mile Maple Forest, time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it has been three years since I returned from my fate.
Blood-clothed Marquis died in battle, and there was an extra spiritual tablet on the wǔ hóu cí, and his body was shrouded in horse leather, which has been the portrayal of Great Xia Martial Marquis's end for thousands of years.
Even so, generation after generation Great Xia Martial Marquis still protect this great country without any regrets.
In the early spring of this year, outside the imperial city, carriages rumbled, and a person with a special status arrived Ten-Mile Maple Forest.
On the carriage, Xia Xiyao stepped down and supported a middle-aged man. The middle-aged man was dressed simply, but his aura was very extraordinary.
The middle-aged man was only about forty years old, but his hair was mostly white, and he looked tired.
"Father, be careful."
Xia Xiyao supported his father and said worriedly.
Xia Emperor got off the carriage and walked step by step towards the maple forest.
"Hou!"
Xia Emperor 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 Great Xia Dynasty in front of him and said calmly.
"You have been back for so long, I should have come to visit you long ago."
Xia Emperor spoke with emotion, "I have grown up listening to Hou's legends since I was a child. I never thought I would be lucky enough to see Hou's true face."
"Your Majesty, why are you here?" Ning Chen asked.
"I want to greet you. I ascended the throne at the age of sixteen and have been in power 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 an eternal wise king, but I am definitely not a foolish king. Why, I, Great Xia, are still in constant war and the people are in dire straits?" Xia Emperor said with a confused look on his face.
"Having to do everything yourself is not necessarily a good thing."
Ning Chen looked at the forty-year-old emperor Great Xia, who was already full of white hair, and said softly, "Learn to delegate power."
Xia Emperor heard this, with a puzzled look on his face, and said, "Is it that simple?"
"It's that simple."
Ning Chen said with a calm expression, "Do you think that the people are more important than the king, or the king is more valuable than the people?"
Xia Emperor was silent. After a moment, he replied, "The people are more valuable than the king."
"The ruler treats the people as noble, and the people are noble. Likewise, the people treat the emperor as noble, and the ruler is noble."
Ning Chen looked into the distance and continued, "I asked you whether the people are more important than the king, the king is more important than the people. You hesitated, but in fact, in your heart, after all, you still think that the king is more important than the people."
Xia Emperor remained silent and did not respond.
Ning Chen turned around, looked at the person in front of him, and said, "At the beginning, Military Advisor from Northern Mongolia and I wanted to promote the arrival of EMI's prosperous age with the same purpose. However, at that time, Great Xia and Northern Mongol Royal Court were at loggerheads. Why do you think this is?"
"The positions are different." Xia Emperor replied.
"Yes, the positions are different."
Ning Chen said calmly, "Just like Northern Mongolia and Great Xia, there are also different positions between the court and the people. However, different positions do not mean opposition. When Great Xia's king regards the people as the most valuable and the people as the king, perhaps there will be a lot less wars."
Xia Emperor Hearing this, a look of thought flashed across his face. After a long time, he bowed respectfully and said, "Be taught."
"Go back, Great Xia has many capable ministers, learn to give them power, and also give more power to the people. Then, you will not be as tired as you are now." Ning Chen advised.
Xia Emperor nodded, and on the side, Xia Xiyao saluted respectfully, then supported his father and left in a carriage.
Just when Zhi Ming lived in Ten-Mile Maple Forest, Heaven Beyond Heaven, the confrontation between the immortal realm, the saints on earth and the eleven innate saints also reached the limit of stalemate.
In the first fight, no one took advantage of the two points. Although all the saints in the world have become saints not long ago, however, after fighting all the way from mortals to the realm of saints, their combat experience is far beyond Xiantian Saint, and their combat prowess is astonishing.
In the void, at the end of Lord of Darkness's right hand, the black spear was surging with fierce light, looking at the saints in the fairyland, with no concealment of murderous intent on his face.
In the Immortal Realm, in front of the saints, the figure of Fan Lingyue slowly rose, and finally chose to take action himself.
"It's you!"
Lord of Darkness looked at the woman in front of him and said coldly, "I remember you."
Over the fairyland, Fan Lingyue stared at Lord of Darkness in front of him, Yue Hua flourished all over him.
"Three moves."
Fan Lingyue said lightly, "Come on."
Lord of Darkness heard this, his face showed anger, his figure flashed past, and he was in front of him.
The moment the black spear passed by and touched the moon-white brilliance, the two forces impacted each other and Darkness Power quickly dissipated.
Fan Lingyue stretched out his hand, but his delicate green fingers were more powerful than any magic weapon and directly grabbed the black spear.
With a bang, the black spear collapsed, Lord of Darkness's face changed slightly, Bridge of Great Dao appeared behind him, and Darkness Power instantly reached the limit.
With a palm that broke the sky, Lord of Darkness counterattacked, intending to seriously injure the woman in front of him.
Fan Lingyue stepped forward, avoiding the force of his palm, and Condensing Essence his delicate hand, penetrated directly into the former's chest.
A shocking scene, with blood splattering all over the sky, Fan Lingyue looked at Lord of Darkness in front of him indifferently, and said calmly, "It seems that I think highly of you."
After saying that, Yue Hua rose up all over Fan Lingyue, directly knocking Lord of Darkness away.
A hundred feet away, Lord of Darkness stopped, vomited out a mouthful of blood, and repaired his injuries with a surge of black air.
They were defeated in just two moves. Lord of Darkness and the ten Xiantian Saint looked shocked and angry, looking at the human woman in front of them with fear in their eyes.
In the void, Fan Lingyue looked at the eleven Xiantian Saint in front of him and said coldly, "Is there anyone else who wants to fight?"
The eleven Xiantian Saint faces were extremely ugly. They were all saints. The power of the woman in front of them was beyond imagination.
I'm afraid no one can suppress this human woman except the god Eighth Heaven himself.
"I would like to ask you a question."
At this time, Ink Lord, who had been silent until now, stepped forward and said calmly.
"Zhi Ming said that you were his master."
Fan Lingyue looked at the old man in white robes with an indifferent expression in front of him.
"The Thirteenth Son is good, beyond my expectations."
Ink Lord opened his mouth and said with a smile, "The master is better than the master. As a master, I really want to have a real fight with him."
"No, you don't have this chance."
As soon as the words fell, Fan Lingyue's figure moved instantly. Inside and outside the Immortal Realm, the saints only saw a flash of Yue Hua flashing past, incredibly fast.
Ink Lord's expression was also condensed, his whole body was filled with colorful brilliance, and his cultivation level was fully activated.
In the colorful brilliance, Fan Lingyue's figure suddenly stopped, his body was out of control.
Ink Lord walked in the colorful brilliance and came to the human woman in front.
"Young man, you are still too anxious."
Ink Lord raised his hand, and the colorful light rose up, swallowing up the woman in front of him.
"So, this is your ability."
At this time, a sneer flashed in the eyes of Fan Lingyue, whose body was out of control, and he said, "No wonder Luo Xingchen would rather risk his life to send out that arrow. Confusing reality and reality is indeed a terrifying ability. However, I am not Luo Xingchen, I am stronger than him!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Fan Lingyue raised his hand, grabbed Ink Lord's right shoulder, and threw him directly towards the distant mountain peak.
boom!
There was a violent earthquake, and thousands of miles away, mountains collapsed, and rocks fell like rain.
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