In the Mishui River, the painting boat is fluttering, the breeze is blowing, the willows on the bank are fluttering, and the fallen leaves are floating into the river, creating a circle of ripples. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

On the day of his departure, the bank of the Mishui River was not much quieter, except for a little girl carrying a wooden bucket to water the sacred tree when the morning sun rose, and there were few human figures at other times.

When the sun was about to set, on the surface of the lake, red light gathered, a red-clothed figure walked out, his divine sense swept around, and his eyes couldn't help flashing a touch of helplessness.

Where did this girl go?

On the riverside, the divine tree sealed in the forbidden Yellow Spring is becoming more and more vigorous, obviously, although the little girl is playful, but she has not forgotten her business, and she will water the divine water of Yaochi on time every day.

In the west, the afterglow of the remnant sun is gradually falling, and the night is approaching, and the little girl who has played for a day jumps back, steps on it, and flies towards the painting boat.

As soon as he stepped on the painting boat, a familiar breath came, and the smile on Yin'er's little face suddenly froze.

In the painting boat, the red-clothed figure sat quietly in front of the table, carefully repairing the guqin obtained from the ruins of the gods, and after noticing that the little girl outside had returned, he said calmly, "Yin'er, I came back early."

Yin'er lifted the curtain of the boat, walked into the boat, looked at the figure that had returned, showed a bright smile on his face, and said, "You are back, thirsty or not, I will pour you tea"

After speaking, the little girl walked quickly to the tea table, poured a cup of tea, and handed it to the former flatteringly.

Ning Chen took the tea and drank it, put the teacup down, and asked, "How is the sword practice?"

"It's okay"

Yin'er's confidence is a little insignificant.

"Show me tomorrow," Ning Chen said.

"Oh"

Yin'er whispered, and when she saw the guqin on the table, her attention was suddenly diverted, and she said, "Where did you get the qin?"

"The relics of the gods, some of them are damaged, I am repairing" Ning Chen replied lightly.

"Do you still know how to play the piano?" Yin'er said as she looked at the former a little strangely.

"A little bit of it"

Ning Chen replied that he was indeed not as proficient in the qin as the sword, but he was not ignorant.

"Teach me," Yin'er said with interest.

"If you are greedy and chew more, you must practice your sword first"

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

"Pain"

Yin'er covered her little head and said dissatisfied.

"Hurry up and rest, if you can't sleep, practice," Ning Chen said as he repaired the guqin.

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

Ning Chen thought about it, took out the Xiwang hairpin, handed it to the little girl, and said, "The hairpin will be returned to you."

Yin'er took the golden hairpin, looked at it over and over again, raised her head, looked at the former, and said, "Can this thing still be used?"

Ning Chen nodded and said, "It can be, but every time you use it, it takes a long time to recover your strength, practice your sword well, these foreign objects have too many restrictions after all, and it is difficult to rely on them at a critical juncture."

"Oh"

Yin'er nodded, pulled the quilt and lay down, showing her little head to look at the person in front of her, and said, "Can I ask you for something?"

"Say it," Ning Chen replied.

"The sister who has been secretly watching me practice swords, you know, can I take her to learn martial arts together?"

"Whatever you want"

Ning Chen didn't care, and said, "Her qualifications are good, however, everyone has their own life, and it is not necessarily suitable to embark on the road of learning martial arts, if she really wants to learn, you can teach her."

"Didn't you teach you?"

"I can't control it myself, how can I have the energy to teach others," Ning Chen said angrily.

"Hee-hee"

When Yin'er heard this, she smiled embarrassedly, didn't dare to say more, and closed her eyes and went to sleep.

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

The name of this piano is Hades, I have never heard of it, after all, he has not been in the world for a long time, and many legends are just in contact.

The four elephant gods have been passed down from generation to generation, from ancient times to ancient times, and then to ancient times, during which Hades created the world, the heavens and the earth changed drastically, and the fairy world collapsed...... With the passage of time, it is gradually difficult to restore the truth.

Since ancient times, there are almost no gods in the world, and even the most pinnacle bloodlines such as Vermilion Bird, Phoenix, and Green Dragon are difficult to return to the glory of the primeval world.

No one knows how powerful the phoenix and the four elephant gods that emerged from the chaos were when the heavens and the earth first opened, and whether they could reach the level of the lord of the seven absolute heavens.

The existence of Hades, beyond cognition, the word god, seems so terrifying on its body, it is almost a symbol of absolute invincibility.

On the table, the beating candle flame burned nearly half, and several gaps in the guqin were temporarily repaired by gold and stone, but the three broken strings were difficult to replace for a while.

The body of the piano stained with the blood of the white tiger can still feel the powerful killing aura, the white tiger who kills the main has always been the heaviest one of the four elephant gods, if it were not for the fact that the white tiger is dead, and the resentment incarnation has gone through too many years, it will be difficult for them to retreat from his hands.

The phoenix fire spread, swallowing the blood on the qin's body little by little, and after a while, the brilliance flashed, and the guqin disappeared.

Compared with this qin, in fact, he is more concerned about the blood of the white tiger left on the qin, perhaps, the opportunity to step into the realm of immortals is here.

Ning Chen got up and walked towards the outside of the boat, the Mishui River at night was calm, and the cold moon sprinkled the waterfall cold, making the beautiful lake even more sad at night.

The phoenix fire rose, and in the dazzling red light, the essence blood of the green dragon, the vermilion bird, the Xuanwu, the white tiger, and the four elephant gods flew out, and the coils rotated, and they were mutually reinforcing.

Among the four drops of essence blood, the blood of the White Tiger was relatively the most bleak, and it could not reach a balance with the remaining three drops of essence blood.

After a few breaths, Ning Chen waved his hand to remove the brilliance of his body, and his divine blood returned and reintegrated into his body.

The lake was rippling, and the next moment, the red clothes disappeared from the boat, and they didn't know where to go.

100,000 mountains, strange rocks, far away from the primitive land of the Mishui River, red clothes appeared, step by step to the depths of the mountains.

Before a cliff, Ning Chen stopped, waved his hand and threw out the Hades Temple warrior in his hand, and then a rusty war spear appeared, and a spear nailed the woman to the cliff.

"Ugh"

The Vermilion Bird snorted, and the blood from the corners of his mouth and chest continued to flow, staining his battle clothes red.

Ning Chen's figure flashed, he stepped forward in the air, looked at the woman who was nailed to the cliff, and said, "Girl, can you tell how you know my whereabouts?"

The Vermilion Bird General endured the severe pain of the wound, and the silver teeth were bitten secretly, refusing to say a word.

"Actually, you don't have to be so hard, if you fall into my hands, you can't hold on, and if you say it now, you can suffer less"

Ning Chen said calmly, there was not much threat in his words, as if he was just talking about a fact.

He doesn't know much about the methods of killing, but he can't know more about the ways to make life worse than death.

He used to be in charge of the world's prisons, and he didn't care about more blood on his hands.

"Phoenix, don't try to put a word out of my mouth, the Hades Temple will send someone again soon, you, there is no way to escape" Suzaku said with hatred on his face.

"Maybe, but you may not get a chance to see it, sorry, I don't have much time, let's start now"

Ning Chen said indifferently, and with a wave of his hand, a dagger with a cold light appeared to the bone, and Sen Sen was cold, and the eyes were unusual.

The next moment, in the 100,000 mountains with mountains and verdant mountains, a terrible scream sounded, so piercing that people unconsciously felt creepy.

The bloody, cruel, and cold side was hidden by the verdant mountains and rivers, and only one after another terrible screams sounded in the forest, and the whole mountain and river trembled.

One night, frightened, cold, long, when the morning sun rose, the red clothes walked out of the 100,000 mountains, and the blood was scattered in the wind, which was so rich that people couldn't breathe.

Ruthless eyes, I can't see a trace of temperature, maybe I knew my fate and was kind, but after going through thousands of disasters, a heart has already had to be cold.

On the bank of the Mishui River, the red clothes that squatted down washed away the blood on their hands, and a little bit of vermilion spread along the river, so beautiful.

In the boat, the little girl rubbed her eyes and walked out in a daze, looked at the figure by the river, stepped on it, and flew over.

"Awake?"

Ning Chen got up, looked at the little girl who came over, and said with a peaceful smile on his face.

"Hmm"

Yin'er nodded, glanced at the faint red in the river suspiciously, and said, "Are you injured?"

"It's not"

Ning Chen shook his head and said, "I went to do a little thing just now, don't ask so much about the children, it's time to practice the sword, go and prepare."

When Yin'er heard this, her little face immediately became bitter, her eyes rolled, and she said, "I'll call Sister Lingzhi first."

After speaking, without waiting for the former to agree, the little girl stepped on her feet and ran into the distance.

Ning Chen shook his head gently, this girl.

About half an hour later, Yin'er came with a plainly dressed girl, of a similar age, but much quieter than the little girl.

"Lingzhi has seen Mr."

The girl bowed a little stiffly and said.

Ning Chen nodded, looked at the little girl on the side, and said, "Okay, someone is invited, it's time to practice swords."

Yin'er grinned, walked to the riverside, took out his Zhu sword, and finally took his little face seriously.

The red light that rose little by little was dazzling in the morning glow, and a sword light that was not yet mature but had been reborn slowly rose, and after an instant, it broke through the air, and suddenly, the river separated, reaching a hundred zhang away.

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

A flash of light flashed in Ning Chen's eyes, yes, this girl's qualifications and understanding are really shocking.

After a sword, Yin'er turned her head and looked at the former expectantly and nervously, waiting for an evaluation.

"Yes," Ning Chen praised with a peaceful smile on his face.

When Yin'er heard it, she was very happy, and her little face smiled like a flower.

"Okay, let's practice swords together for the rest of the time."

Ning Chen glanced at the girl not far away, didn't say anything more, stepped on his feet, and flew towards the boat in the lake.

The girl looked at the red-clothed figure, a look of admiration flashed in her eyes, and she said softly, "Mr. Ning is really a gentle and kind person."

"Of course"

Yin'er smiled and nodded, agreeing.