"Missing, Yuan'er, if you also have absolute power in your hands, you must learn to raise flowers. ”

"Why did my father say that?"

"Because raising flowers can not only make you forget the sorrow in your heart, but also make you kill a little less, don't forget, what is more beautiful than flowers is human life. ”

"But these people I met were not beautiful at all, and they were not women. ”

"You kid, hahaha! Forget it, it's too early to tell you this, after all, your current age, all you think about in your head, how to say it, well, so, at your kid's age, all you think about in your mind are those fleshy parts that are covered by women's clothes! ”

"Father is really open-minded! aren't you afraid of teaching me badly?"

"I'm not open-minded enough, and I've been serving you for a long time. ”

"Father is also a man, haven't you thought about it?"

"Hahaha, my father is already past that age, I believe you should end this age early, if a man's mind is full of these things, then you really came to the world for nothing, and you shouldn't be a man. Remember what my father said just now, what is more beautiful than flowers is human life. ”

This sentence will be remembered by Ning Hongyuan for the rest of his life, which may be one of the reasons why Ning Hongyuan also loves raising flowers.

Therefore, even if he is so young and his martial arts strength is so outstanding, he is always unwilling to kill people easily, unless it is really a last resort, after all, in this troubled era, he naturally does not want to become a saint, if he does not kill a person, then he Ning Hongyuan would have died a long time ago.

However, it was precisely because Ning Hongyuan always remembered this sentence in his mind that he always put the resolution of hostility in the first place, whether the other party was an assassin or a man like the old man with white eyebrows, he treated everyone equally.

After these intermittent images gradually dissipated, Ning Hongyuan simply stopped thinking about them, and began to soar down the wind, and then walked straight towards the wooden house.

There are all kinds of guests in the garden, not only Ning Hongyuan, the last autumn moon bird in autumn is sucking the nectar of the purple orchid, the small "autumn bee" is working diligently for his home, and even the most inconspicuous autumn cicada is singing to his heart's content at this moment.

They still look so lively and cute, so full of life.

Everything here is so vibrant, life is so moving, every minute and every second here is so wonderful.

Ning Hongyuan was bathed in such tranquility, and the whirlpools in those troubled times had already been thrown out of the clouds by him.

"I'm afraid that even a tyrant like the white-eyed old man can't think of any evil plans here. Ning Hongyuan, who was standing in the air, said with emotion.

However, this flight was really exhausting the power of True Yuan, and in less than two minutes, Ning Hongyuan was already feeling exhausted, which was also the reason why most of the people in the Heavenly Domain still chose to walk.

Walking into the wooden house, Ning Hongyuan was surprised that there was a burst of fragrant fish fragrance suddenly wafting in the ethereal spirit, and the fragrance of fish and the fragrance of purple orchids were beautifully combined, which was refreshing.

The door was not locked, and as far as the eye could see, a beautiful woman was cooking.

Of course, she is Ning Wuji's favorite wife, Chu Ning'er.

Her expression was so focused, as if a little less salt in the pot would start a world war.

Looking at such highly concentrated eyes, Ning Hongyuan had to admit that he was afraid that he would not have such a high degree of concentration when he was practicing swords.

Of course, he can't be blamed for this, because he must always be on high alert when practicing his sword, and those pesky assassins are as annoying as flies.

But fortunately, there will definitely be no more assassins here, and there will never be assassins, because even Ning Hongyuan came to this place for the first time, let alone those assassins?

Thinking about the years when he was assassinated countless times by assassins, Ning Hongyuan suddenly fell in love with this peaceful harbor, and if he could practice his sword here wholeheartedly, it should be unforgettable.

This place belongs to Chu Ning'er, who let Chu Ning'er have a husband who can protect her from any danger forever?

Thinking of this, Ning Hongyuan smiled freely, he was happy for his eldest brother, happy for his eldest brother.

"When did you have this kind of happiness?" Ning Hongyuan suddenly remembered Yu'er, but he naturally knew that he and Yu'er still had a long way to go.

At this moment, Ning Hongyuan did not bother Chu Ning'er to cook, but stood in place, closed his eyes, enjoying the temporary tranquility in this garden, maybe the next moment he would fall into the whirlpool of this troubled world.

Ning Hongyuan is a smart person and a person who understands art, he knows that cooking is also an art, just like a painter painting a painting, a musician stroking the piano, a slight alarm will make the most wonderful point, the most pleasant note disappear without a trace.

What's more, Ning Hongyuan was also able to enjoy this moment of tranquility at this moment.

If the "sword" is Ning Hongyuan's universe, then the "soup" is Chu Ning'er's universe, in this universe, all the delicious seasonings seem to be the sword that controls all the laws of the starry sky, and Chu Ning'er is like the main god who holds this sword tightly.

Even though Chu Ning'er's martial arts strength is indeed shallow, her cooking skills are really famous all over the world, and it is said that this noble son of the Divine Sword Sect back then was determined to live for life because of drinking the fish soup she made.

Does a love story have to be saved by a hero?

Ning Hongyuan never thought that a hero's saving of beauty must be a beautiful legend, and she might even set up a situation to deceive you! Such a thing is not uncommon in troubled times.

What's more, where in the world to find so many stories of heroes saving beauty.

Great love often arises from the ordinary, and the more ordinary it is, the more wonderful it is.

Suddenly remembering the beautiful love story between the eldest brother and Chu Ning'er in his mind, Ning Hongyuan's heart had to exclaim, "What a wonderful encounter this is." ”

Thinking of this, Ning Hongyuan suddenly understood why the eldest brother walked away in full view of everyone that day, and sighed in his heart: "The most beautiful life is the first time I saw it, compared to the woman called Xiahou Wan, Sister Chu Ning'er is more suitable for the eldest brother." ”

If it was Ning Hongyuan, he would definitely make the same choice, and he sighed repeatedly in his heart: "Alas, my father's arrangement is too grandiose. ”

Of course, Ning Hongyuan can understand why his father made such an arrangement, and he also understands that the eldest brother does have a charm beyond his imagination among young girls over the years, but he understands the eldest brother's love for Chu Ning'er even more.

Just as Ning Hongyuan was enjoying the cool autumn with his eyes closed, Chu Ning'er suddenly walked out of the wooden house.

As soon as she walked out of the door, ready to relax after exertion and take a breath of fresh air, she found that Ning Hongyuan was standing outside the door with his eyes closed, looking like he was enjoying himself, and hurriedly stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder enthusiastically, "Brother Yuan, you are so fortunate to practice swords, why do you still have time to come to me?"

She looked so enthusiastic, as if she couldn't detect any sadness on her face, you must know that no matter who lives in this troubled world, they will feel some sadness more or less, not to mention that Ning Hongyuan knows better, she still has more painful and sad memories in her heart than ordinary people.

Ning Hongyuan looked at the pair of eyes full of sunshine, but suddenly remembered another thing in his heart, that is, Chu Ning'er's parents died at the hands of the assassin, although the real culprit behind this incident could not be determined whether it was the old man with white eyebrows or someone else, but after all, it was irreparable hatred.

Thinking of this, Ning Hongyuan really didn't know how he should speak, and what he wanted to say turned into a bubble in an instant, because he came here to ask Chu Ning'er what she thought of letting go of these assassins.

As for whether it was right or wrong for him to let go of these assassins, he had no bottom in his heart, and he didn't want to disturb Demon Venerable with such trivial things, nor did he want to disturb his father, and now the only person who could seek psychological comfort was Chu Ning'er, and the most important thing was that Chu Ning'er was also the target of this assassination.

He wanted to hear Chu Ning'er's opinion.