How many years.

Haven't been so trance-like?

The old monk closed his eyes tightly and kept chanting, Amitabha, Amitabha.

It's just that......

The flag has not moved, the wind has not moved, and the heart is still moving.

Difficulty in tranquility.

The reason why the old monk is so sure is that Ning Xuanyuan has royal blood, except for the physical contact with the other party just now, in fact, he has dealt with the royal family.

Therefore, it is deeply impressive, and it will be unforgettable for the rest of my life.

After all, the group of special beings who stand at the top, have been nurtured by their family background since childhood, and perfectly inherit the powerful bloodline of their ancestors, are really different from ordinary people.

Why, someone is born to dare to be king?

Because of genetics!

None of the ancestors of the Yanjing Quartet royal family were weak.

Among them, Yi Ning's is the most shocking.

Moreover, the Ning family is a clan, and a certain clan branch is listed separately, which is regarded as an invincible bloodline, and the reason why it dares to stand out is because the representative of this lineage is called ...... Ninghe diagram.

This young marshal in the past was once so strong that he was invincible in the world, half-human and half-god.

Because of this, the direct descendants of the young marshal are destined to have the qualifications to walk sideways in the Ning clan, which is the glory he bestows on his descendants.

If you don't accept it, you have to accept it!

In Yanjing, an elder master publicly revealed that when Ning Shaoshuai was at his peak, a drop of blood could be pressed to the point that the mountains and rivers were discolored, what kind of concept this was, no one dared to imagine......

Twenty-eight years ago, the Ning family was in civil strife.

When the remaining three royal families were about to make a move, and when they were about to destroy the entire Ning clan, it was not just the young marshal's royal sword that moved.

It is rumored that the Ning clan still has the essence and blood of Marshal Ning Tuning of Ninghe.

A few years later.

The head of the nine emperors of the Ning family, if he really perfectly fused the essence and blood of the young marshal, he broke through the fifteen realms in one fell swoop, and on that day, the capital Yanjing was called the day of the skyless.

Because the eldest son of the Ning family, at that time, he was able to bulldoze half of the royal family with one hand!

Approach invincibility!

Can't be messed with......

"Ahem. ”

The old monk realized that he was thinking far away, coughed violently twice, he shook his head and looked helpless, when people are old, they are easy to get distracted.

But let's get down to business.

He dared to guarantee with his life that Ning Xuanyuan would definitely have the blood of the royal family!

This......

How did Miss Qin get in touch with the royal family?

It's a pity that he didn't have time to ask what the other party's surname was, otherwise, he would probably know it in his heart.

"It's still a little strange, how can a descendant of a royal family easily let people touch their skin?"

The old monk muttered to himself, quite puzzled.

He could see that this young man, before coming to the Great Lei Yin Temple, had deliberately restrained the sharp aura around his body, but as soon as he came into contact, he was exposed.

Actually, if you have a choice.

The old monk would rather not count this fate......

It's scary.

Royal family!

After Ning Xuanyuan took the initiative to avoid it, he didn't care about the old monk's abnormal behavior just now.

Take a walk.

He found that this thousand-year-old temple was too large and almost lost.

When I came here today, I heard that Qin Qiu was about to go up the mountain, and I didn't know if I could meet this one of my own?

Swish!

A pair of eyes that were so pure that they were not stained with the slightest earthly fireworks quietly stared at Ning Xuanyuan.

Ning Xuanyuan looked back and stared.

It turned out to be a young monk with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, seventeen or eighteen years old, with red lips and white teeth, who seemed a little shy, wanted to lean over, but did not dare to approach rashly.

Ning Xuanyuan waved his hand, and Yu Guang happened to catch a glimpse of a chess table, and simply asked, "Can you play chess?"

The little monk nodded, "Poor monk Jiang Liu'er." ”

Ning Xuanyuan was surprised, this is not the worldly name of the golden cicada?

"Come here. Ning Xuanyuan waved his hand again.

Jiang Liu'er subconsciously peeked at Ning Xuanyuan's eyes, took the chess pieces from the side room, and hurriedly joined Ning Xuanyuan.

The surrounding pilgrims are like streams.

Ning Xuanyuan and Jiang Liu'er were transcendent from the world, playing against each other, and when they reached the middle of the game, Ning Xuanyuan was shocked, the other party turned out to be a high-level national player?

"Forehead ......"

Jiang Liu'er rubbed his bare head, "There's nothing fun on the mountain, so if you have nothing to do, you can play Go, and you can do it since you were a child." ”

"What is the purpose of looking for me?"

Ning Xuanyuan twisted a white seed and went straight to the point.

Jiang Liu'er suddenly tightened, her hands were off the chess table, and she was silent in thought.

"I'll wait for you to think it through. Ning Xuanyuan said empathetically.

Jiang Liu'er showed a jerky smile and clasped her index finger and tapped her head, "Thank you." ”

Ning Xuanyuan shook his head and smiled.

This young guy who is nearly ten years younger than himself, with six roots of wisdom and still a lot of aura, is actually a rare good seedling of martial arts.

Meet in the vast sea of people.

How about giving you a transformation?

After all, I'm Ning Sheng!

At this time......

Halfway up the mountain, a young woman in a turquoise robe was bouncing ahead of her.

The middle-aged man who does not smile follows closely with his hands.

"Be careful, don't fall. ”

The middle-aged man, who has always cherished words like gold, reminded softly.

"Uncle Chen, after I burn incense and worship the Buddha, I still have to talk to the old monk, you don't have to follow all the time. The deity was Qin Qiu's young woman, suggested.

Chen Shan nodded, "Okay." ”

At this point, Chen Shan suddenly muttered curiously, "I don't know, is Jiang Liu'er out of the customs?"

It is rumored in Jinling City that the big enemy of the little monk who went down the mountain for the first time was Jiang Yulong.

This is not the case.

As soon as he thought of this, Chen Shan's face changed slightly, that day, he met that young man on a narrow road, and after looking back, he realized how terrifying this person was!

Arriving at the Great Leiyin Temple, Qin Qiu and Chen Shan parted ways.

Staying in that dreary royal compound, Qin Qiu, who had not had a chance to come out and walk around for many days, as soon as he entered the crowd, it was like a fish entering the water, and there was no trace in the blink of an eye.

Chen Shan's hands fell.

Nothing to do, stop and go.

I don't know how long it has been, Chen Shan found Jiang Liuer's traces in the backyard, when did this stinky boy get out of the customs?

One step at a time.

I was about to say hello.

In an instant, Chen Shan was stiff, his limbs were weak, he felt that his whole body's qi and blood were frozen in ice, and opposite Jiang Liu'er, there was a back that jumped into view.

It's not ......

Hiss!

Chen Shan was so frightened that he didn't dare to approach, this person really came to Jinling again.

The day staggered.

Chen Shan watched from afar, and Ning Xuanyuan's back gradually drifted away.

Chen Shan, who had already realized the seriousness of the problem, pondered for a second, decisively chose to inform the old prince, and prepared to personally pick up Qin Lie to take a trip to the Great Leiyin Temple.

Before he had time to inform Qin Qiu, he was going to leave, and Chen Shan's figure had already disappeared.

"Uncle, I, I'm going to challenge you!"

Jiang Liu'er, who was uncomfortable all the time, finally mustered up the courage and said to Ning Xuanyuan.

Ning Xuanyuan raised his eyebrows, the clouds were light and the wind was light, "Finish this game of chess first." ”

Hey?

Suddenly, Ning Xuanyuan, who had a strange expression, opened his mouth and reminded, "Don't call me uncle. ”

"Brother?"

This kid is stupid enough!

Ning Xuanyuan dropped a chess piece and said seriously, "My name is Ning Sheng." ”

"Ning Sheng?"

The little monk repeated silently and kept it in his heart.

In the past fifteen years, Jiang Liu'er, who has never stepped into the world, is not clear, in the hearts of the group of adults under the mountain, what the word Ningsheng means? !