On the bank of the Mishui River, the water waves lap on the shore, quiet and vibrant, and the boat in the lake is always adrift, never docking for a moment. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The morning light is sprinkled, and at the beginning of the day, inside and outside the painting boat, the quiet mortal world gradually becomes lively again.

On the boat, the core that wanted to lie on the bed was picked up and began to lose his temper.

"Can you practice later?"

Yin'er was wrapped in the quilt, as if she was awake or not, and said with a bitter face.

"What time is it, still sleeping"

Ning Chen carried the core and said helplessly.

"I slept late last night."

Yin'er drilled into the quilt hard, unwilling to get up.

"You're not shy, which person who practices martial arts still sleeps every day and doesn't get up at this time"

Ning Chen pulled the core out again and reprimanded softly.

"I'm already very powerful, I don't have to get up early and practice late"

Yin'er rubbed her big eyes and said dissatisfied.

"You're embarrassed to say that you're amazing, you stupid, I can beat you more than a hundred, don't talk nonsense, get up quickly, teach you to practice swords today" Ning Chen said angrily.

Yin'er rubbed her hair frantically, and then she was stunned, feeling that something was wrong, looking at the person in front of her, she wondered, "Why does this sound so familiar?"

"Sleeping too much, sleeping stupid"

Ning Chen pulled up the core, and immediately walked towards the outside of the boat, saying, "Hurry up and make up, I'll wait for you on the shore."

As the words fell, Ning Chen walked out of the boat and flew towards the riverside.

Yin'er thought about it vigorously, didn't remember when she had heard that sentence before, shook her sex bag, didn't think about it anymore, and began to make up.

On the bank of the Mishui River, in the forbidden middle of the Yellow Spring, the sacred tree is full of vitality, and it is getting closer and closer to complete recovery.

Not long after, in front of the sail, Yin'er walked out, stepped on the lotus step, and flew over the lake like a hibiscus out of the water.

Seeing the core coming, Ning Chen waved his hand, and on the water, the water waves rose, and a water sword flew out and lay in front of him.

"Optimistic"

Ning Chen held his sword and swung it over, but when he saw a dazzling sword light breaking out of the sky, there was a bang, and the entire Mishui River was split into two in response.

In an astonishing scene, the great rivers are separated, and the water flows upside down like a waterfall, and they cannot merge for a long time.

Seeing this, Yin'er's delicate little face was full of shock, shocked by this shocking scene.

Ning Chen casually dispersed the water sword in his hand, looked at the core, and said calmly, "Practice, when can you separate this river with a sword like this, you will basically get started."

Hearing this, Yin'er recovered from the shock, looked at the former, swallowed her saliva, and said, "How long have you practiced to do it?"

"Three years," Ning Chen said calmly.

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When Yin'er heard this, her little face suddenly became bitter, for so long.

"There is no shortcut to cultivation, and sword training is even more so, there are countless geniuses who can't grow up in this world, not because they are not talented enough, but because their perseverance is not as good as others, so don't always think about being lazy" Ning Chen looked at the core and admonished softly.

"You lie to people, Master Aman's mother doesn't cultivate much, but it's still very powerful," Yin'er muttered.

"Don't shout"

Ning Chen reprimanded softly, looking a little helpless and said, "Aman is an exception, her talent is the only one I have seen in my life, otherwise someone who is so proud of her predecessors will not be able to make an exception to accept her as a successor."

"You're not the disciple of that senior?"

Yin'er was surprised, she had always thought that Ning Chen was the disciple of Prince Yan.

"It's not"

Ning Chen smiled lightly and said, "I'm just a junior who my predecessors have carried with me, there are some things that I can't learn in my life, so I won't embarrass my seniors."

"You're already very powerful, better than me," Yin'er looked at the former, and was sure.

Ning Chen patted the head of the core and said with a smile, "Okay, concentrate on sword practice, your qualifications are good, if you practice hard, you can reach the level just now in three months at most."

"Is there a reward for practicing?" Yin'er rolled her eyes and said coquettishly.

Ning Chen thought for a while and said, "Don't you always want to learn the martial arts in the Book of Heaven, once you practice, I'll start teaching you."

When she heard this, her big eyes lit up, and she stretched out her brother and said.

"It's hard to chase after a horse," Ning Chen stretched out his hand and hooked his fingers with the core, and said softly.

After receiving the assurance, Yin'er grinned, ran to the riverside, took her Zhu sword, and began to practice with her heart.

Ning Chen stood aside and quietly watched the core sword practice, the corners of his mouth showing a gentle color.

Although he didn't say it, he remembered everything that Yin'er was running around for him.

The most difficult thing in this world is to ask for someone, these days, this girl has suffered too much, but she will never be again.

The breeze on the riverside, blowing a little ripple at the starting point, in front of the riverside, the girl practices the sword, the green silk flies, the beautiful scene makes people feel refreshed and happy.

Zhu Jian roared lightly, the sword heart was transparent, and the sound of the sword echoed on the riverside, accompanied by the breeze, nostalgia in the heart.

Ning Chen looked at the sword that was holding the child and nodded slightly, although a good talent and qualification cannot decide everything, it can indeed make people get twice the result with half the effort.

Yin'er is better than him in terms of talent and understanding, and if he can work harder, his cultivation speed will definitely get faster and faster.

Just when the child was practicing the sword, in the distance, a mortal girl in plain clothes stood in front of the river, watching from a distance, not daring to make a sound, let alone come forward to disturb.

Ning Chen saw the girl, didn't stop it, and let it watch.

Although he didn't want to take in any more apprentices, if the girl could learn something through her own efforts, she deserved it.

Martial arts, the most important thing is always inheritance, not to limit the concept of the sect and make it behind closed doors.

From the beginning of the day to the middle of the day, Yin'er waved the sword in her hand over and over again, and there were a few times when she was tired of practicing and wanted to sneak, and after seeing Ning Chen, who had been staring at her not far away, she had to dispel this unrealistic idea.

At noon, it was finally lunch time, Yin'er put away her sword, smiled at the people on the side, and ran away without a trace.

Ning Chen swayed gently, this girl.

In the distance, the girl also quietly left, not daring to make a sound, for fear of frightening the heavens.

Ning Chen deliberately didn't look back, as if he didn't see it, and after the girl left, he stepped back to the boat.

On the Mishui River, the scenery of the lake is so beautiful, the red clothes in the painting boat, but I don't have the energy to take a second look.

The next moment, in the painting boat, green light and red light rose, and Ning Chen used the power of the extreme yang to forcibly fuse the power of the Lord of the Two Blades.

Zichuan died in battle, Qi Huan and others also died in the hands of Lord Mo, and Xiang Yuan's life was dying, and the disheartened green pothos put all the skills of the two into his body, and then entrusted all the future affairs of the world.

The nine sons of Momen, who used to be powerful in the world, have almost all fallen now, and there is no doubt about the next target of the ink master.

Ning Chen knew very well that no matter whether the demon body and body could rush back in time or not, he had to prepare and prepare for the worst.

There is no doubt about the strength of the ink lord, especially after devouring Qi Huan and the other two peak masters, he may be extremely close to the true realm.

The next time the ink lord attacks, it must be an extremely difficult battle, and he must prepare with all his might, otherwise, this catastrophe will become his final battle.

On the green boat, the condensed true element is constantly surging, and outside the green boat, the water surface is shaking, and gradually one wave after another.

After going through the adventure, and finally reaching the peak of consummation, there is only one step away from entering the immortals, however, this step is the most difficult step in the world.

For tens of thousands of years in the realm, almost no one has been able to take this step, although most of the reason is that the existence of the Hades Enchantment restricts the laws of heaven and earth in the realm, but there is also a part of the reason because this step is already beyond imagination.

The green boat is drifting, and the waves are centered on the boat, and continue to spread outward until they are hundreds of feet away.

Impacted several times, it was difficult to surpass the moat, Ning Chen opened his eyes, sighed lightly, and reined in Zhenyuan, it seems that he is too anxious, and if he wants to fuse the power of pothos and Xiang Yuan to impact the fairyland, it may not be the right way.

Outside the boat, the sun is heading westward, most of the day has passed, and there are no years of cultivation, and before you know it, two hours have passed.

On the riverside, not long after Yin'er returned, he didn't make a noise and quietly began to practice his sword.

On the east side of the river, the women who came to wash their clothes couldn't see the little girl who was practicing swords in the distance, and no one dared to say anything.

Among the women, the maiden was also working and washing, but her clear eyes looked into the distance from time to time, and her eyes were full of envy and longing.

Mortals seek immortals, however, when the immortal fate is in front of them, they dare not disturb the heavenly people.

The red clothes in the lake stood quietly outside the boat, watching the children on the riverbank practice swords, and did not interfere.

In the process of cultivation, you still have to rely on yourself in the end, and others should not interfere too much, otherwise it will have the opposite effect.

Yin'er's sword can't be imprinted with too much of his shadow, and only by going out of his own way can he prove the uniqueness.

The scorching sun on the westward journey gradually set, and the girls and women left, looking at the young man in red in front of the painting boat in the lake when they left, and their eyes were in awe.

When night falls, the lights in the distance are lit up, the lake reflects the moon, and the frost is sad.

At the same time, I don't know where, the cold moon hangs high for nine days, and at night, on the lonely stage, the butterfly in blue dances with long sleeves and dances solo, a thrilling song, the beauty is thrilling, but under the stage, no one is watching.

Appliqué yellow, makeup, butterflies in flowers, such as fairies descending to earth, more delicate than flowers, more colorful than butterflies.

The water sleeves are flying, drawing one beautiful white rainbow after another between heaven and earth, the butterflies on the stage, there is no trace of brilliance in the eyes, as the saying goes, the drama is ruthless, or it has been performed through all kinds of life, so in the end, I can't see myself in the red dust.

With a sonorous sound, the tears of the funeral flowers flew out of the water sleeves, and the narrow blades bloomed black and bright in the butterfly dance, and the nine days of cold moon seemed to have lost their color at this moment.

The faster the knife danced, the blade of the knife was no longer seen, only the black streamer poured between the heavens and the earth, and within a hundred zhang, the wind and snow swirled rapidly, turning into a storm and annihilating the butterfly figure.

Boom, an earth-shattering earthquake, the wind and snow collapsed, the whole stage was torn apart, the tears of the funeral flowers were gone, the butterflies retracted their knives, and walked away.