"Childe, it's time to get up," an unfamiliar voice disturbed the dream, it was really a dream. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ning Ze's dream is very magical, it is a magnificent world, a bit like ancient times, but different, a story about Xiao Ningze, Xiao Ningze's father is one of the seventy-two marquis of the ancient country of Dayu, and his mother is the concubine Hou to marry the maid Mi Shi, Mi Shi under the matchmaking of Hou Concubine Dou, became a house-filler, and the stomach was angry, and Xiao Ning Ze was born.

Xiao Ning Ze is the seventh son of Marquis Ning, and he was especially loved by his father when he was a child, but I don't know when he started, his father no longer cares about him, maybe he has more younger brothers, right? Even so, he is also a fine cloth, the only regret is that his martial arts talent is not very high.

When Marquis Ning sees Xiao Ningze now, he probably only knows that there is such a son, who is his seventh son named Ning Ze, but Xiao Ningze admires his father very much, and always wants to be recognized by his father.

For this reason, Xiao Ning Ze practiced martial arts, started at the age of five, worked hard for eight years, but was still ordinary, there were more than 3,000 children of the same age in the Hou Mansion, geniuses were like clouds, and geniuses were like rain, he wanted to be recognized by Hou Ye Ning, and his hope was extremely slim.

Ninghou Mansion is located in Yucheng, the capital of Yu, also called Yudu.

Yu has 36 princely mansions and 72 marquis mansions, and there are many families...... The central imperial city of Yudu is inhabited by the master of the ancient kingdom of Yu, the Ying royal family.

Xiao Ning is in the world, where martial arts are respected, where hundreds of schools of thought contend, thousands of sects come out together, the great religions of the ancient country are juxtaposed, and the opportunities and crises of the human race coexist......

Martial arts is the standard for measuring people's value and status, Xiao Ningze is in the middle of the family, very mediocre, although the young man has a worry-free life, but he is distressed.

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Ning Ze opened his eyes, the dream was difficult to make, and it was fleeting, why was the regret in his heart so strong?

Who's calling him?

Could it be the hotel's customer service, yes, today's nine o'clock plane, I have to visit a few suppliers, I have made an appointment, he got up and prepared to wash.

But no, what's wrong?

The clothes on his body are wrong, the room is wrong, this is not the hotel he stayed in last night, he likes to choose the hotel and the room that he is familiar with, which helps him sleep, this is definitely not the style of the hotel he stays in......

But why is this place so familiar?

This is his room, this is Ning Ze's second thought, but this is indeed not his own room, is it a dream? He patted his forehead, very awake.

Ning Ze jumped up from the bed and circled around the room, how was this possible?

Yes, this is Xiao Ningze's bedroom in the dream, a century-old mahogany carved bed, surrounded by cyan curtains, there are a few children next to the bed, with Dayu's dress on it, and an ancient wooden desk against the window, with pen, ink, paper, inkstone, especially the agarwood ink, exuding bursts of ink fragrance, a high stool is set next to the table, and a blue and white long-necked jar is placed on the high stool.

The ground is paved with green bricks, stepping on it barefoot like warm jade, the brick surface is engraved with classical patterns, this room is 60 square meters, the layout is simple and bright, but every detail reflects the richness of the heritage.

There were two thirteen or fourteen-year-old girls standing outside the door, Ning Ze remembered from the chaotic information that these two were Xiao Ning Ze's personal maids, the older one was called Liu Ru, and the younger one was called Xiaohong, and it should be Liu Ru who called him to get up just now.

Ning Ze calmed down, opened the door, and the two maids walked in, Ning Ze didn't speak, and washed and dressed himself like a puppet with the two girls.

"Childe, breakfast is ready, to be used in the hall, or is it placed here for you?"

"Send here ......"

Xiaohong and Liu Ru went down with toiletries.

Ning Ze sat in front of the dressing mirror and didn't move, he was sorting out his thoughts, the young man in the mirror was not the original him.

This face is so immature, short in stature, it is Xiao Ningze in the dream, sword eyebrows, small eyes, spirited, tall nose, thin lips, freshly combed black hair, tied with gold silk, the appearance is not the kind of amazing handsome, delicate and clean, wearing a tight martial arts uniform, wearing a purple Dayu dress, walking two steps, I don't feel like a warrior, but there is the style of Wei and Jin, like a scholar.

He remembered that Marquis Ning, that is, Xiao Ning Ze's father, asked him to specialize in Wendao, and as for the martial arts clothes inside, Xiao Ning insisted on wearing them like this, which was a bit nondescript, which was a little rebellion from the little boy.

After a while, the meal was set, two meat and two vegetarian dishes...... After finishing the meal, Ning Ze closed the door, sat at the desk, and fell into deep thought, now he needs to take a look at it, sort out his situation, and not panic, after all, he is the elite of the twenty-first century, and calmness is the first criterion to win.

He can be sure that this is not a dream, then he can confirm that his mind, that is, his soul, is not in the original world, it is a seizure, no, because he has two memories, two consciousnesses share one body, and it is not right......

In scientific terms, people live to have memories, once the memory is gone, it is the person who dies spiritually, and loses his memory, just like erasing everything in the past, it is another life, and now both memories exist, then it can be said that the two Ningze are alive, but they are not two Ningze, they are a complex combination, the memory complements each other, and the character affects each other.

Ning Ze smiled bitterly, although his memory was dominant, he was a bit of a big bully, after all, Xiao Ning Ze was just a twelve-year-old child...... Now that it's been like this, you have to accept the reality and think about it.

The original world, although rich in material, the spiritual world is very barren, fortunately in the era of the Internet, everyone can find some spiritual comfort in the virtual, but the fake is fake after all, you must return to reality, when you wake up, there is always a trace of regret.

Ning Ze is a man who likes ancient literature, religion and culture, likes to study all kinds of ancient books, and calligraphy is his hobby, which can make him find peace.

This is an era in which chivalry is forbidden by martial arts, martial arts can be pursued, here is full of challenges, everything is so fresh and magical, this is the world of cultivators, everything is possible, thinking of martial arts, Ning Ze was inexplicably excited, this will be his new life goal, the common goal of the two Ning Ze, at this time, the body and mind are light, they are completely integrated, Xiao Ning Ze's martial arts and Da Ning Ze's future martial arts, integrated.

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Parents, Loved Ones...... Ning Ze was sad for a while, he didn't know how sad his parents were when he lost himself, and his younger brother, thinking of the bits and pieces with his parents and younger brother, thinking about it and couldn't help but burst into tears, he used to think that it didn't matter, but now it has become a pain that makes him difficult to let go.