Three sacred books were published, and there was no author's name.

There will inevitably be those sanctimonious martial arts celebrities, who advertise that the divine book was created by him, and take the opportunity to deceive themselves into the highest position in the martial arts world.

Because of the signature, it will cause countless disputes in the martial arts world.

Therefore, the name must be signed.

Xia Qingchen is reluctant to be public, so the word Xiahou is the most suitable.

Xiahou is just an honorific title for Xia Qingchen, not a name, and others may not associate Xia Qingchen with the word Xiahou when they see it.

"Besides, I'm afraid I'm going to have to be selfish for my son once. Yanyu thought it through and decided to go against Xia Qingchen's intentions.

"The three books of the gods must not all be read by the people of the world. Yanyu murmured: "The cheapest in the world has always been free." ”

If the people of the world could easily get the three divine books, would they appreciate the selfless efforts of the authors?

No!

They just feel that everyone has it, and they should have it for granted.

Maybe Xia Qingchen doesn't care about the gratitude of mortals, but Yanyu does!

She didn't want Xia Qingchen to have the world in mind, but in exchange, the world felt that he deserved!

Snort

With a twist of his fingertips, he split each page of the three volumes, leaving most of them behind, only a small part, ready to print a very small part, and then pass it out.

"Childe's narration, any word is jīng pith, a page, is a supreme treasure, so divided, I am afraid that it will cause the world to rob. ”

"As for the rest in my hand, let it be passed on slowly, I need to let the people of the world know the preciousness of this book, and I need to know how extraordinary the son who cast this book is!"

After doing everything, Yanyu clapped her jade hand in fear: "I'm not going against the will of my son, right?"

Xia Qingchen only said that it would be distributed to the people of the world, but did not say how long it would take to complete.

Then, she will complete it in ten or twenty years.

At that time, the name of Xiahou would already become a martial arts belief in the mortal world!

Living room.

The eldest prince, the third prince, Fanyin Miao and the county lord of Yigan Shizi, a total of ten people, were waiting for Xia Qingchen to meet in the living room.

"Not yet!" The third prince was the first to lose his breath: "Xiahou is amazing, let everyone in our royal family wait for him." ”

As the person who was captured by Xia Qingchen for several months and finally exchanged back, he lost all his face, not to mention that the forces he had built up in the Zhongyun Realm for many years were all destroyed overnight and disappeared.

No matter how much King Zhongyun is, he will not pass the throne to a person who has the shameful experience of being captured.

Therefore, during his captivity, all the courtiers and advisers around him left him, and when he came back again, only one was left.

So you can imagine how much he hates Xia Qingchen.

However, what made him extremely aggrieved was that not only could he not take revenge, but he also bowed his head to Xia Qingchen and took the initiative to visit Yan Yue.

"Then you don't come. Fanyin Miao gloated with a relaxed face.

The third prince's face was sinking, of course he didn't want to come, but King Zhongyun ordered them to come, did he dare not come?

The eldest prince was calm and relaxed, and he couldn't see the slightest anxiety: "Third brother, don't be impatient, Xiahou is in charge of the fief at the beginning, and he must be busy with affairs." ”

The third prince sneered: "Big brother, are you still calm? Don't tell me to devour me, you haven't heard of your father's promise in the cool realm!"

Hearing this, Da Shizi's eyebrows trembled slightly.

How could he not have heard of the promise that he had spoken in public?

King Zhongyun said that he wanted to pass the throne of Zhongyun Realm to Xia Qingchen, as long as he was willing to change the surname of the royal family.

"What's the worry, Xiahou is an outsider who concentrates on martial arts, and he doesn't care about power. Da Shizi said calmly.

Fortunately, Xia Qingchen refused, otherwise, how could they come to visit them calmly today?

I'm afraid that I have already exhausted all my means to get rid of Xia Qingchen.

The third prince disagreed: "I don't believe it, some people have no attachment to power." ”

However, Xia Qingchen did politely refuse King Zhongyun's promise to inherit the throne on the spot.

In such a public place, in front of King Liang, if Xia Qingchen really agreed to change his name and surname, King Zhongyun would never break his word.

But Xia Qingchen still refused, which shows that his heart does not lie in power.

The third prince had nothing to say, and said impatiently: "Why don't you come yet? ”

Fanyin Miao said in a good time: "Then you don't have to worry, Xiahou still has this ability." ”

As a captive, she had spent some time with Xia Qingchen and was convinced of his abilities.

It is said that the Yunlan Warband, which he took over, was once a general's half-DúLì regiment, which was run by the family for three generations.

As a result, he tamed the Yunlan clan into obedience!

A fiefdom, he still has no problem.

"Third sister, don't underestimate this fiefdom, this place is the richest place in my Zhongyun Realm, and there are many hidden sects and nine streams. There was a hint of playfulness in the eyes of the third son.

Sanskrit Yin Miao and Da Shizi, surprisingly did not object.

Not only are there three sects and nine streams here, but there is also a hidden Dark Moon Branch!

Judging from the information they have mastered for many years, the branch set up by Dark Moon in the Zhongyun Realm is not in the royal capital.

They were afraid of the courage of King Zhongyun, so they chose to stay away from the royal capital, but they were not inferior to the prosperous place of the royal capital, Liulidu!

King Zhongyun once had the intention to eradicate the branch of the Dark Moon, but the whereabouts of the people of the Dark Moon were secretive, and the branch was extremely secretive, and outsiders could not find it at all.

Therefore, knowing that there is a Dark Moon Division here, the Zhongyun Realm is powerless.

Xia Qingchen wants to manage the fiefdom well, it is really not an easy task, if the dark moon makes trouble, it will be enough for him to have a headache.

However, Fanyin Miao still insisted: "I believe in Xiahou's ability, with him, the dark moon can't become the climate." ”

"He, hehe, I don't dare to agree!" said the third prince with prejudice.

Da-da-da

Light footsteps sounded outside the door, and the third prince immediately closed his mouth and stared at the comer.

Soon, Xia Qingchen, who was dressed in brocade, came calmly.

Seeing Xia Qingchen again, the third son had mixed feelings in his heart, both hatred and fear.

"See Xiahou. The eldest prince immediately showed a warm smile, and Fanyin Miao showed a meaningful smile, and the rest of the princes and county lords got up one after another.

Even the three sons have to suppress all kinds of unhappiness in their hearts and take the initiative to give gifts.

Xiahou, in the Zhongyun Realm, is the newest and most prestigious.

His status is much higher than that of the other nine old feudal marquis!

As the lord of the prince, they are all a head shorter, so they have to take the initiative to give a salute.

"No need to be polite, just sit down. Xia Qingchen took the lead in sitting on the throne and calmly accepted their salute.

Da Shizi said like a spring breeze: "Xiahou, the first time I visited, there was nothing else to give, this is a fourth-order and a half-order dagger, please don't dislike Xiahou." ”

The dagger he endured was silver-gray and full of aura, and it could be seen that it was usually well maintained.

Glimpsing this scene, Sanskrit Yin Miao secretly smacked his tongue, and the third son couldn't help but mutter: "It's really willing! The self-defense nirvana worn since childhood can be given away." ”