Chapter 687

In the river, the boats are floating, the wind is blowing, the willows on the bank are flying, and the fallen leaves are floating into the river, rippling.

On the day when he left, there was not much peace along the river. Except when the sun was rising, a little girl was carrying a bucket to water the sacred tree.

As the setting sun sets, the red light gathers on the lake, and a figure in red comes out. The divine sense sweeps around, and there is a sense of helplessness in his eyes.

Where did the girl go.

On the Bank of the river, the sacred tree sealed in the yellow spring is more and more vigorous. Obviously, although the little girl is fond of playing, she does not forget her business. She will water the sacred water of yaochi on time every day.

In the west, the setting sun is gradually fading away, and night is coming. The little girl who has been playing for a day jumps back, steps and flies to the boat.

As soon as I stepped on the boat, the familiar breath came, and the smile on yin'er's small face suddenly froze.

In the boat, the figure in red sits quietly in front of the table, carefully mending the Guqin she got from the relics of the gods. After noticing that the little girl outside comes back, she calmly says, "yin'er, it's very early to come back"

yin'er lifts the curtain of the boat, walks into the boat, looks at the figure who has already returned, with a bright smile on her face, and says, "are you back, thirsty or not, I'll give it to you Pour tea "

with that, the little girl quickly walked to the tea table, poured a cup of tea and handed it to the former.

Ning Chen took the tea and drank it. He put the cup down and asked, "how's the sword going?"

"OK"

the tone is not enough.

"Practice for me tomorrow," said Ning Chen.

"Oh"

the tone answered in a low voice. When he saw the Guqin on the table, he turned his attention to lidon and said, "where's the Guqin?"

"I got some damage from the relics of the gods. I'm repairing it," Ning Chen said lightly.

"Do you know piano?" Yin'er looks at the former strangely and says.

"A little bit of knowledge"

Ning Chen said that he was not as proficient in Qin as sword, but he didn't know nothing about it.

"Teach me" sounds interesting and says.

Ning Chen raised his hand and knocked the little girl's head.

"Pain"

yin'er covers her head and complains.

"Rest quickly, if you can't sleep, practice." Ning Chen said while repairing Guqin.

Hearing the word "cultivation", yin'er immediately ran to the bed and took off the ornaments on his head, ready to rest.

Ning Chen thought about it, took out the West King hairpin, handed it to the little girl, and said, "hairpin back to you"

Yin Er took the gold hairpin, looked over and over, looked up at the former, and said, "can this thing still be used?"

Ning Chen nodded and said, "it can be, but it takes a long time to recover your strength every time you use it. After all, there are too many restrictions on your swords. In a critical moment, it's hard to be reliable"

"Oh"

Yin Er nodded, pulled the quilt, lay down, showed his head, looked at the person in front of him, and said, "can I ask you something?"

"Say it," said Ning Chen.

"The elder sister who has been secretly watching me practice sword all the time, you know, can I take her to learn martial arts?" Yin'er's face is full of expectation.

"It's up to you"

Ning Chen didn't care. She said, "she has good qualifications. However, everyone has his own life. It's not necessarily suitable for her to learn martial arts. If she really wants to learn, you can teach her"

"not you?" Yin'er pouts.

"On your own, I can't manage it, how can I still have the energy to teach others?" Ning Chen said angrily.

"Hee hee"

after hearing the sound, he laughed sheepishly, didn't dare to say more, and closed his eyes to sleep.

Ning Chen also collected his mind and concentrated on repairing the Guqin in his hand.

This Qin is called the king of hell. I've never heard of it before. After all, it's not long since he came to heaven. Many legends just come into contact.

The four elephant gods have been handed down from generation to generation, from ancient times to ancient times, and then to ancient times. During this period, Hades created the world, heaven and earth changed dramatically, and the fairyland collapsed With the passage of time, it is difficult to recover the truth.

Since ancient times, there have been almost no gods in the world, and even the peak blood of rosefinch, Phoenix and green dragon can hardly return to the glory of ancient times.

No one knows how powerful the Phoenix and the four elephant gods emerged from the chaos at the beginning of heaven and earth, and whether they can reach the level of the seven Jue God. The only thing that can be determined is that the underworld created the boundary, while the four elephant gods produced at the beginning of heaven and earth in the boundary are vulnerable in front of the underworld.

The existence of the underworld is beyond cognition. The word "God" is so terrible that it is almost a symbol of absolute invincibility.

On the table, the beating candle was burning for nearly half of the time, and several gaps on the Guqin were temporarily repaired by gold and stone, but the three broken strings were hard to find a substitute.

The Qin body stained with the blood of the white tiger can still feel the strong killing breath. The white tiger killed by the Lord has always been the heaviest one among the four elephant gods. If the white tiger had not died, and the incarnation of resentment had gone through too many years, it would be difficult for them to withdraw from his hands.Phoenix fire spread, a little bit of blood on the Qin body swallowed, a moment later, the light flashed, guqin disappeared.

In fact, he is more concerned about the blood of the white tiger left on the Qin than this Qin. Maybe this is the opportunity to enter the realm of immortality.

Ning Chen gets up and walks out of the boat. The river is quiet at night. The cold moon falls on the ground and the waterfall is cold, which makes the beautiful lake light more miserable.

Phoenix Fire rising, dazzling red light, green dragon, rosefinch, Xuanwu, white tiger, four like the blood essence of the gods fly out, spiral rotation, mutual generation and mutual restraint.

Among the four drops of blood essence, white tiger's blood is the most gloomy, and it can't balance with the other three drops.

After counting the breath, Ning Chen waves his hand to collect the radiance of the whole body, and the blood returns to the body.

The light of the lake rippling, the next moment, red from the boat disappeared, I do not know where to go.

One hundred thousand mountains, craggy rocks, far away from the original place of Mishui River, red clothes appear, step by step to the depths of the mountains.

In front of a cliff, Ning Chen stops, waves his hand and throws out the general of the Ming Palace. Immediately, a rusty spear appears and nails the woman to the cliff.

"Er"

the rosefinch will snort, and the blood from the corners of his mouth and chest will be continuously dripping, and his battle clothes will be dyed red.

Ning Chen's figure flashed over and stepped forward in the air. Looking at the woman nailed on the cliff, he said, "girl, can you tell me how you know my whereabouts?"

Rosefinch will bear the pain of the wound, silver teeth dark bite, refused to say a word.

"In fact, you don't have to hold on so hard. If you fall into my hands, you can't hold on. Now you can say it, you can suffer less"

Ning Chen said calmly. There were not too many threats in his words, as if he was just saying a fact.

He doesn't know much about the way to kill, but he can't know more about the way to make life worse than death.

Once in charge of the world's prison, he didn't care that his hands were stained with more blood.

"Phoenix, don't try to put a word in my mouth. The hell hall will send someone to come again soon. You have no way to escape," said the red finch with hatred.

"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 appeared, which was cold and dazzling.

At the next moment, in the hundred thousand mountains, there was a shrill cry. It was so harsh that people felt creepy.

Bloody, cruel, cold side, was covered by the green mountains and rivers, only one voice after another bleak voice sounded in the forest, the whole mountains and rivers trembled.

One night, fear, cold, long, when the sun rises, red step out of the mountains, a bloody in the wind, full of breathless.

Merciless eyes, can not see a trace of temperature, perhaps also had good fortune, but after thousands of disasters, a heart had to cold down.

On the Bank of the Mishui River, the red clothes squatting down wash away the blood stains on both hands, a little bit of vermilion scattered with the river, so beautiful.

In the boat, the little girl kneaded her eyes and walked out in a daze, looking at the figure on the riverside. With a step, she flew past.

"Awake?"

Ning Chen gets up, looking at the little girl who comes, a smooth smile appears on the face, way.

"Well"

Yin Er nodded, looked at the faint red in the river doubtfully, and said, "are you hurt?"

"No"

Ning Chen shook his head and said, "I just went to do a little thing. Don't ask so many questions. It's time to practice sword and get ready"

hearing the sound, his face immediately suffered, his eyes turned, and he said, "I'll call sister Lingzhi first"

after that, without waiting for the former's consent, the little girl stepped and ran away.

Ning Chen gently shook to shake head, this wench.

About half an hour later, yin'er leads a girl in plain clothes to come. At a similar age, she is much quieter than the little girl.

"Ganoderma lucidum has met Mr."

the young girl gave a formal salute and said.

Ning Chen nodded, looked at the little girl, and said, "OK, I'm here. It's time to practice sword"

Yin Er laughed. Before he came to the riverside, he took out his own sword, and Xiaolian finally took it seriously.

The rising red light is dazzling in the morning glow. An immature sword light rises slowly. In a moment, it breaks through the air. Suddenly, the river separates and reaches a hundred feet away.

After a short breath, the river fell, the waves rolled, and gradually recovered.

Ning Chen Mou flashed a flash of streamer, yes, the girl's aptitude and savvy are really shocking.

After a sword, yin'er looks back, expecting and nervously looking at the former, waiting for evaluation.

"Can" rather Chen face show peaceful smile, praise way.

The sound son hears, happy extremely, the small face smiles like the flower opens generally."OK, let's practice sword together in the rest of the time"

Ning Chen took a look at the girl not far away, said nothing more, stepped on her feet and flew to the boat in the lake.

Looking at the figure in red, the girl flashed a look of admiration in her eyes and said in a soft voice, "Mr. Ning is really a gentle and kind person"

"of course"

Yin Er nodded with a smile and agreed.

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