Mishui River, Painted Boat are floating in the breeze, willows are fluttering on the shore, and fallen leaves are floating into the river, creating ripples in circles.
On the days when Zhi Ming left, Mishui Riverbank was not much quiet. Except for a child carrying a bucket to water the sacred tree when the sun rose, few people could be seen at other times.
As the sun was about to set, red light gathered on the lake, and a figure in red walked out. His consciousness scanned the surroundings, and a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes.
Where has this girl gone?
On the bank of the river, the sacred tree sealed in Yellow Springs Restriction is becoming more and more vigorous. Obviously, although the kid is playful, he has not forgotten the business and will water Jade Pond Divine Water on time every day.
To the west, the afterglow of the setting sun was gradually fading, and night was approaching. The kid who had been playing all day jumped back, stepped forward, and flew towards Painted Boat.
As soon as he stepped on Painted Boat, a familiar breath came, and the smile on Yin'er's little face suddenly froze.
In Painted Boat, the red-clothed figure sat quietly at the desk, carefully repairing the Ancient Zither obtained from Divine Relic Site. After noticing that the child was kidnapped outside, he calmly said, "Yin'er, you came back very early."
Yin'er opened the boat curtain and walked into the boat. Looking at the figure who had returned, a bright smile appeared on his face and said, "You are back. Are you thirsty? I will pour you tea."
After saying that, Xintou quickly walked to the tea table, poured a cup of tea, and handed it to the former in a flattering manner.
Ning Chen took the tea and drank it, put the cup down and asked, "How are you doing with your sword training?"
"It's okay"
Yin'er's confidence is somewhat insignificant.
"Practice for me tomorrow," Ning Chen said.
"Oh"
Yin'er responded in a low voice. When he saw Ancient Zither on the table, his attention was immediately diverted and he asked, "Where did the piano come from?"
"Divine Relic Site won. Some damage. I'm repairing it." Ning Chen responded lightly. <>
"You still know how to play the piano?" Yin'er looked at the former a little strangely and said.
"Know a thing or two"
Ning Chen responded that he was indeed not as good as a sword general regarding Qin, but he did not know everything about it.
"Teach me," Yin'er said, becoming interested.
"If you bite off more than you can chew, practice your sword first."
Ning Chen raised his hand and knocked Xin Tou on the head and said.
"It hurts"
Yin'er covered his pocket and said dissatisfied.
"Get some rest quickly. If you can't sleep, just practice." Ning Chen said while repairing Ancient Zither.
Upon hearing the word "cultivation", Yin'er immediately ran to the bed in despair, took off the jewelry on his head, and prepared to rest.
Ning Chen thought for a while, took out Queen Mother's Hairpin, handed it to Xintou, and said, "I'll give you back the hairpin."
Yin'er took the gold hairpin, looked at it over and over, raised his head, looked at the former, and said, "Can this thing still be used?"
Ning Chen nodded and said, "Yes, you can, but it will take a long time to recover your strength every time you use it. Practice your sword well. After all, these foreign objects have too many limitations. In critical moments, they are difficult to rely on."
"Oh"
Yin'er nodded, pulled the quilt and lay down, exposed his sex bag and looked at the person in front of him, and said, "Can I ask you something?"
"Say it," Ning Chen responded. <>
"You know that sister who has been secretly watching me practice swordsmanship? Can I take her to learn martial arts with me?" Yin'er said expectantly on her little face.
"As you wish"
Ning Chen didn't care and said, "She has good qualifications. However, everyone has their own life and may not necessarily be suitable for learning martial arts. If she really wants to learn, you can teach her."
"Didn't you teach me?" Yin'er pouted.
"I can't even control you yourself, how can you still have the energy to teach others?" Ning Chen said angrily.
"Hehe"
Yin'er heard this and smiled sheepishly, not daring to say any more and closed his eyes to sleep.
Ning Chen also paid attention and concentrated on repairing Ancient Zither in his hand.
The name of this piano is King of Hell. I have never heard of it. After all, he has not been in Outer Heavens for a long time. I have just come into contact with many legends.
Four Symbols Divine Beings has been passed down from generation to generation, from ancient times to ancient times, and then to ancient times. During this period, Pluto created the world, heaven and earth changed dramatically, and the fairy world collapsed. As time goes by, it is gradually difficult to restore the truth.
After the ancient times, there were almost no gods in the world, and even the most peak bloodlines such as Suzaku, Phoenix, and Qinglong could not return to their ancient glory.
No one knows how powerful the Phoenix and Four Symbols Divine Beings that emerged from the chaos were when the world first opened, and whether they can reach the level of the Lord of Seven Absolutes Heaven. The only thing that is certain is that Pluto created the inner world, and the Four Symbols Divine Beings that was created when the inner world first opened was fragile and vulnerable to Pluto. <>
The existence of Pluto is beyond recognition, and the word god appears so terrifying on him, almost a symbol of absolute invincibility.
On the table, the beating candle was nearly half burned, and several gaps on Ancient Zither were temporarily repaired with gold and stone. However, it was difficult to find replacements for the three broken strings.
The body of the piano stained with the blood of the white tiger can still feel the powerful killing aura. The white tiger who is responsible for killing has always been the one with the heaviest killing karma among Four Symbols Divine Beings. If the white tiger had not died and the incarnation of resentment had experienced too many years, it would be difficult for them to escape from his hands.
The phoenix fire spread, swallowing up the blood on Qin's body bit by bit. After a moment, the light flashed and Ancient Zither disappeared.
Compared to this harp, he is actually more concerned about the blood of the white tiger remaining on the harp. Perhaps this is the opportunity to enter the realm of immortality.
Ning Chen stood up and walked towards the outside of the boat. Mishui River The night was peaceful. The cold moon was shining all over the ground, making the beautiful lake night look even more desolate.
The phoenix fire rises, and in the dazzling red light, the essence and blood of Qinglong, Suzaku, Xuanwu, White Tiger, Four Symbols Divine Beings fly out, spinning and circling, reinforcing each other.
Among the four drops of essence and blood, the white tiger's blood is relatively the dimmest, and cannot yet reach a balance with the other three drops of essence and blood.
After a few breaths, Ning Chen waved his hand to remove the brilliance from his body, and the divine blood returned and reintegrated into his body.
The light of the lake rippled, and the next moment, Hong Yi disappeared from the boat, not knowing where to go.
Hundred Thousand Mountains, jagged rocks, Primeval Land, far away from the Mishui River, appeared in red, walking step by step towards the depths of the mountain.
In front of a cliff, Ning Chen disciple waved his hand and threw out the Hades Warrior. Immediately, a rusty war spear appeared and nailed the woman to the cliff with one spear.
"Uh"
Vermilion Bird Underworld General groaned, and blood continued to drip from the corners of his mouth and chest, dyeing his battle clothes red.
Ning Chen's figure flashed past, stepped forward in the air, looked at the woman nailed to the cliff, and said, "Girl, can you tell me how you know my whereabouts?"
Vermilion Bird Underworld General endured the severe pain of the wound, gritted his silver teeth secretly, and refused to say a word.
"Actually, you don't have to hold on so hard. If you fall into my hands, you won't be able to hold on. If you tell me now, you can suffer less."
Ning Chen said calmly, without much threat in his words, as if he was just telling a fact.
He didn't know many ways to kill people, but he knew a lot about ways to make life worse than death.
He who once was in charge of the world's prisons did not care if his hands were stained with more blood.
"Phoenix, don't try to get a word out of my mouth. The Hades Palace will send people here soon. You have no way to escape," Vermilion Bird Underworld General said with hatred on his face.
"Maybe, but you may not have the chance to see it. I'm sorry, I don't have much time. Let's start now."
Ning Chen said indifferently, waved his hand, and a bone-piercing dagger appeared. It was cold and dazzling.
The next moment, in the Hundred Thousand Mountains of the mountains, a shrill scream sounded, so harsh that it made people feel creepy unconsciously.
The bloody, cruel, and cold side was hidden by the green mountains and rivers. Only the miserable screams could be heard one after another in the forest, making the entire mountains and rivers tremble.
The night was frightening, cold, and long. When the sun rose, Hong Yi stepped out of the Hundred Thousand Mountains. Blood all over his body was floating in the wind, and it was so rich that it made people breathless.
There is no trace of warmth in the ruthless eyes. Perhaps Zhi Ming was once kind, but after experiencing thousands of disasters, his heart has long since become cold.
On Mishui Riverbank, the squatting red man washed away the blood on his hands, and a little bit of vermilion spread with the river, so beautiful.
In the boat, the kid walked out in a daze, rubbing his eyes. Looking at the figure by the river, he stepped forward and flew over.
"Are you awake?"
Ning Chen stood up, looked at Xiantou walking towards him, and said with a peaceful smile on his face.
"Yeah"
Yin'er nodded, glanced at the looming red color in the river with confusion, and said, "Are you injured?"
"No"
Ning Chen shook his head and said, "I just went to get some new things done. Don't ask so many questions from the filial son's family. It's time to practice your sword. Go get ready."
When Yin'er heard this, his face immediately turned bitter, he rolled his eyes and said, "I'll call sister Lingzhi first."
After saying that, without waiting for the former to agree, he took the child and ran towards the distance.
Ning Chen swayed slightly, this girl.
About half an hour later, Yin'er came with a neatly dressed girl, similar in age, but much quieter than Xintou.
"Lingzhi has met Mr."
The girl bowed somewhat cautiously and said.
Ning Chen nodded, looked at Xin Tou aside, and said, "Okay, we've invited the people, it's time to practice sword practice."
Yin'er smiled, walked to the river, took out his Vermilion Sword, and his face finally became serious.
Little bits of rising red light were extremely dazzling in the morning glow. An immature but three-thirds of the sword light slowly rose up. After a moment, it broke through the air. Suddenly, the river parted and reached a hundred feet away.
After a short breath, the river water fell, the waves rolled, and gradually returned to its original state.
Ning Chen A flash of light flashed in his eyes. Yes, this girl's qualifications and understanding are really shocking.
After the sword blow, Yin'er turned back, looking at the former expectantly and nervously, waiting for evaluation.
"Okay," Ning Chen praised with a peaceful smile on his face.
Yin'er was so happy when she heard it, her little face smiled like a flower.
"Okay, let's practice swordplay together for the rest of the time."
Ning Chen glanced at the girl not far away, without saying another word, stepped forward and flew towards the boat in the lake.
The girl looked at the figure leaving the red dress, a flash of admiration flashed in her eyes, and said softly, "Mr. Ning is really a gentle and kind person."
"Of course"
Yin'er smiled and nodded in agreement.