Chapter 1625

Ten li maple forest, cold winter up, goose hair snow as scheduled, the whole world seems to have become a silver white.

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

Ning Chen stands not far away looking at ghost, the face is full of gentle color.

I don't know when, in the maple forest, Xia Xiyao came. However, this time, she didn't bring a maid. What she came with was the contemporary marquis in blood.

The Marquis of Xueyi is still dressed in a blood red tights, with a concave and convex figure and a wild and beautiful face. It doesn't look inferior to Princess Xia chaojiu.

"Hou."

When they arrived, they saluted together.

"No need to be polite."

Ning Chen smile should a, way, "how this time came?"

In recent days, the nine princesses and the seven Marquises of Daxia have not come less. In other words, if it were him, he would certainly come here if he had a chance.

There is an elder who doesn't need to be in vain. He was the same in those years.

"Hou, I can't figure out some problems in martial arts. I hope hou can give me some advice." The marquis in blood said respectfully.

"In the face of bottlenecks, no matter stick to the end or change the method, as long as you believe in yourself, any road can become Tao. The key is to believe in your own way."

Words sound falls, rather Chen looking at the front in the snow fall ghost, smile, way, "ghost, careful."

"I see, Dad."

The ghost got up, answered childishly, and continued to toss with the little gourd.

When Xueyi Hou heard the former's words, the color of thinking flashed in his eyes.

Maybe, she really thinks too much.

She should believe in herself and stick to it.

On one side, Xia Xiyao saw the end of their conversation and said softly, "Hou, my father knows that Hou is back and wants to see you. I don't know if hou can go back to the palace to have a look."

Ning Chen gently shakes his head, way, "don't go, now the summer, has no my old friend, go back has no meaning."

Xia Xiyao heard the speech, silent down, no more advice.

"Hou, can you give me some advice?"

The marquis in blood regained his mind and looked at the characters in the legend of China. He looked very serious.

Ning Chen side eye, lightly nod a way, "can."

The Marquis of blood clothes waved his hand, and a long sword flew by. The sword was shining. At first sight, it was not an ordinary thing.

"Mingxue Tiansheng is my sword for guarding the frontier, so I borrowed it from the Marquis first."

The words sound down, blood clothes Hou left hand empty grip, not far from the carriage, another magic soldier fly out, cyan sword body, the same breath extraordinary.

Ning Chen stretched out his hand and grasped Mingxue Tiansheng. He felt the powerful evil spirit on the sword and flashed a flash of light in his eyes.

The sword of marquis Wu of the great Xia Dynasty is always contaminated with too much killing. Although Marquis Xue Yi is a woman, there is no exception.

"Please

The marquis in blood opens his mouth, moves his body, moves his sword, and shines his eyes.

With a clang sound, the two swords joined, and the snow covered the sky, covering both eyes.

In the snowflakes, the two swords fight each other again and again, just like a dragon coming out of the water, just like the vast stars.

At a distance of ten feet, both of them had no breath, only the sword.

During the war, the marquis in blood showed all his life, but the more frightened he was during the Vietnam War.

Although she had been psychologically prepared for a long time, she could really realize the power of Zhiming Hou.

It turns out that there is such a sword above kendo.

The speed of the sword is not fast, but it's plain and hard to stop. It's like the starry sky. When you are in it, you can never really touch it.

Boom!

After ten moves, the two swords were handed over again. The bloody Marquis felt numb in his right arm. The sword in his hand could not help flying down and inserted into the earth.

Rather Chen face dew smile, stretch out a hand to return bright snow day saint.

"Thank you for your advice."

The marquis in blood took the sword and saluted respectfully.

"Next time you come, bring a bunch of sugar gourd to the ghost." Ning Chen laughs.

Blood dress Hou a Zheng, immediately return to lead a spirit, stiff facial expression show a rare smile, nod a way, "good."

They stayed in the maple forest for half a day and then left. The carriage rolled out two long wheel marks in the snow, so clear.

In the Imperial City, many people secretly speculate about the identity of the people in the ten mile maple forest. The seven Marquis Wu and the ninth Princess of the great Xia visited many times, which made people have to wonder.

However, none of the people who have been to the ten mile maple forest has revealed their identity. The ten mile maple forest has become a forbidden area, and no one is allowed to set foot on it easily.

However, peace is always short and war is inevitable.

In the frontier of Daxia, the invasion from neighboring countries broke out. The seven Marquis of Daxia left the imperial city and went to the border one after another.

Ten li maple forest, become quiet from now on.The sugar gourd that Xueyi Hou promised to bring to ghosts never had a chance to send it again.

On the battlefield, the marquis in blood died, bathed in blood, and left his life in the battlefield.

In the endless history of summer, more than 90% of marquis Wu died on the battlefield. The marquis in blood is not the first or the last.

When the news came back to the Imperial City, the whole nation was grieved. The contemporary emperors of the great Xia went to the temple of marquis Wu in person to erect a monument for the Marquis of blood.

Xia Xiyao looks at the throne in the temple of marquis Wu. Tears fall in her eyes.

In the maple forest, the carriage comes. Xia Xiyao gets out of the carriage and looks at the white haired man standing quietly in front of the wooden house. Her mood is complex.

Ning Chen sees the person who comes, the face still takes peaceful smile, way, "came."

"Hou, the bloody Hou is dead."

Xia Xiyao opened her mouth and said, with her eyes full of grief.

Ning Chen hears speech, soft voice a sigh, way, "is, regrettable."

Xia Xiyao takes out a bunch of sugar gourd, goes to the ghost and hands the sugar gourd to the ghost.

It's too late to fulfill the promise of blood clothes. She can only fulfill it for her.

"Thank you, sister."

Ghost took the sugar gourd, childish voice childish should way.

"Ghosts are so good."

Xia Xiyao rubbed the ghost's head, stood up, looked at a piece of Zhiming Hou, and said, "Hou, when do you say this war will really stop?"

Ning Chen shakes his head and says, "I don't know. A long time ago, someone asked me this question. To this day, I still haven't found the answer."

"Are we all going to die?"

In Xia Xi Yao's eyes, sadness is hard to restrain, and the way is not clear.

"Yes."

Ning Chen said calmly, "no matter people, gods or saints will die one day. Even heaven and earth can't last forever. What's more, as long as human beings have really lived, death is not terrible."

"Xueyi, she admires Hou."

Xia Xiyao tells a secret that can't be confirmed any more. She says sadly, "the reason why she works so hard to become Marquis Wu is that she believes in Marquis Wu all her life."

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