Marquis of Grand Xia

The imperial city of the world, the prosperous scene, the day of the festival, the riverside lantern in the city at the beginning of the city, the talented people sailing through the boat, a picture of the prosperous world.

In the distance, the young girl with the red clothes on her back, one household at a time, knocked on the door of the house door to door, praying for a blessing in this holiday season.

The people are kind and blessed with kindness, and the people are indifferent and ruthlessly ousted the uninvited guests.

The hearts of people are so warm, so clear when the little girl knocks on the door of a house.

Wearing stars and wearing moon, hair dyed with cream, if Yin'er didn't know, she still knocked on the door of the people's houses sincerely, asking for a blessing for the people behind.

"Come on, don't get in the way here, it's really disappointing for the holiday season"

I do n’t know how many times I was rejected. Yin'er left Ning Chen in silence, his expression unshakable, and he continued toward the next one.

The indifference of the human heart always makes people hate when it is not their own concern. However, it is not their own concern. However, who thinks they have an obligation to dedicate their kindness to others.

Yin'er has no hatred and no complaints, and walks on the street step by step without looking at the prosperous scene in the distance.

The cold streets, because they are remote, are very quiet, in stark contrast to the prosperity of the riverside in the city. The lonely figure is so weak that even at this moment, it is the most helpless person on earth.

It is not as easy to go to heaven to pray for blessings. In this world, perhaps only the ethereal God Buddha can receive so many pilgrimages. People are not as good as God after all.

"Boom"

In front of another family of people, Yin'er stopped and knocked on the door, so careful that he might be annoyed by his master.

With a squeak, the door opened, and she was a woman in Rokko. She looked good, but the light in her eyes seemed not so friendly.

"Ma'am, can I pray for my Master's blessing, a blessing is all right?" Yin'er looked at the woman in front of her, earnestly asked on her small face.

"No mood, go away"

The woman said unpleasantly, and immediately slammed the door.

In front of the door, Yin'er looked slightly dim, bowed a gift, and sent a blessing to the child who was about to be born, and immediately stepped forward to continue to the next family.

"Who?" Asked the man in the room.

"A neuropathy" said the woman impatiently.

Not far away, under the night, the void began to ripple, and a shadow of a plain white shirt appeared, eyes closed, the Sky Talker who rarely opened his eyes in his life, looking at the warmth and coldness of the world, at this moment, he could not help but gently sigh.

Is such a heavy burden too heavy for this child?

However, if she could not persevere, the young man on her back would never wake up again.

Tianyu lamented why people would rather go far to worship the Heavenly God Buddha who never gave them a trace of help, rather than send a simple blessing to a kind child.

People's hearts, sometimes terribly colder than magic.

The cold wind blew through, and the plain white shadow under the night disappeared. Only a little **** the whole street carried the young man in red who was unconscious and walked lonely step by step.

Fireworks Willow Lane, where people come and go, the most extravagant and dirty place in the world, may not sound good, but everyone knows and believes that the actors are ruthless and the **** are unjust.

Yin'er walked back with Feng Feng, under the lights, her delicate little face was covered with wind and frost, and her exhaustion was hard to hide.

In the fireworks loft, a woman with a thin shirt exposed saw an unbearable flash in her beautiful eyes and took a cup of hot tea from the side table and walked out.

"Little girl, warm your body with a cup of hot tea, don't charge money" The woman handed the hot tea and said softly.

Yin'er took the tea and took a sip, feeling the warm body, looking at the beautiful woman with big eyes, smiling happily, and said, "Thank you sister, can my sister pray a blessing to Master, a blessing is all right"

The woman looked at the unconscious man in red on the back of the girl. A flash of light flashed through her beautiful eyes and nodded, "Yes"

"The elder sister would like to wish your master a speedy recovery, a peaceful life, and you, too, little sister," the woman said gently.

"Thank you sister, Yiner also wished her sister a happy life"

I sincerely wish, blessings innately, a trace of invisible glory into the world, into the body of the woman, I hope that good and evil will be rewarded, those with good spirits, happiness and well-being in life.

Looking at the back of the little girl leaving, the woman sighed softly, turned and walked into the fireworks pavilion, her beautiful face raised a smile again, and greeted a guest who came here to have fun.

Asked for ten people, one hundred people, one thousand people, the hearts of the people were warm and cold, and the world was so different, the little girl could see clearly and painfully.

When a kind person is not rewarded, he suffers all his life, the world is fair, and who will preside over it.

The ethereal gods and buddhas never care about the coldness and warmth of the world. Why do people still want to pay to gods and buddhas as they always do, and don't want to take a look at those around them.

Step by step, step by step, the little girl walking in the dark night, thinking hard, puzzled, a breath unconsciously changed quietly, his mood rose sharply, beyond the five catastrophes, beyond the three disasters, and frequently came to completion.

On the Tianyu Peak, the Tianyu speaker stood in front of the apricot tree and watched the changes of the little girl in the distance. A flash of strange color flashed on her face. Perhaps she found the person she was looking for.

...

Tianfuxing, a sacred place of vitality, after experiencing the disaster of casting stars and souls, the Tianfu sacred place without plants and trees, after many years of rest and rebirth, finally gradually returned to its original appearance.

On the holy ground, a woman in a light purple tunic is planting flowers and plants one by one in a place where there is no vegetation. The hibiscus flowers are blooming, so beautiful.

In the past, he was taken hostage by Feng Shen and traveled far away, but Feng Sheng was not a killer after all, and finally chose to let women free.

"Hibiscus, the weather is good today, let your master come out and walk around." Not far away, Tianfu Jianzun, dressed in black, came and said.

"Ok"

Xi Mujin got up, nodded, and immediately walked towards the small courtyard not far away.

Not long after, Xi Muqian pushed out the wheelchair. On the wheelchair, the unconscious Chaotian Xi looked quiet and peaceful. After several years, I still haven't awakened.

Tianfuxing, which experienced the catastrophe, recovered its vitality steadily. Xi Mujin pushed the wheelchair to the highest point of the holy site, the best place in the entire holy site.

"Master, you see, Tianfu is getting better and better." Xi Mujin looked at the vast mountains and rivers below and said softly.

Aside, Tianfu Jianzun lightly sighed, a big disaster, changed too many things, fortunately Xingzun, fortunately known fortune, fortunately there are 30 Tianfu.

The strong men go, the mountains and rivers are still there.

Those who are kind, look up to heaven.

At this moment, in the holy land, dust and wind rose from the wind, the trees and trees swayed, and an endless flow of sword swept through, without a trace of murderous intention, but it made the whole world of the holy land lose its color.

"A VIP is here"

Shepherd Song looked back and looked at the figure coming from afar, his eyes narrowed and said.

In the distance, a man in a cyan-colored suit stepped forward, one step at a time. Although the face was young, he had a master's style clear and perceptible. The king of the highest peak in the world sword appeared in the holy land of heaven.

Behind the king, a pretty girl with a beautiful face is carrying a sword stand. On the sword stand, five swords with completely different breaths, sharp and restrained, quiet and peaceful.

"The Legend of Daxia"

The animal husbandry song changed four prominent words, and the first time they met, the feeling on the sword was not unfamiliar.

There is more or less similar breath on the Mingming Sword, and whoever gave the Mingming Sword is obvious.

"Xia Yan came to worship the sword, bother"

Before the peak of the Holy Land, Prince Yan stopped and calmly said.

"Hibiscus, you take Xingzun away, the noble guests come, and the holy land will act as the landlord's friendship." Mu Changge glanced at the woman behind him and said.

"Yes"

Xi Muqin responded, pushing Chaotianxi in a wheelchair toward the distance.

"Aman, you also retreated," said Prince Yan.

"Ok"

Aman nodded obediently, put down the sword rack, and stepped away from the spot.

"Please"

Without much greetings, Prince Yan looked at Tianfu Jianzun in front of him, and said in a straight voice.

"please"

The shepherd's song waved his hand, and in the distance, a simple and candid sword flew.

The sword is out of the sheath, the light is brilliant, the most perfect magic soldier, and the most powerful edge is reproduced.

Prince Yan stepped forward to the sword stand, holding the sword in both hands, the sheath was green and red, and the sword was dazzling.

"Sword Eight, Emperor Sword"

Knowing that the opponent in front of him is different from anyone in the past, the shepherd song has not left his hand, and listening to Tianque swings, the move is the ultimate move. Suddenly, on the holy land, the sword will spread, and the sword of the emperor will return to the world.

The spirit of Jianying, which filled the world, quickly gathered in all directions. The sword of the emperor, the sword of the world, surrendered.

Prince Yan looked at the swordsmanship converging on the sky, a calm smile flashed across her face, and finally, she met a respectable sword opponent.

The emperor sword is on the verge of life, the golden sword light illuminates the world, and the noble sword is the beginning of the battle.

"Sword sound, Feihong"

The green sword is slashing ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The ice and snow are swaying, the sound of the sword is ringing through the world, the ice and snow are turning sharply, and it turns into a glorious sky, welcoming the sword of the king of God.

With a loud bang, the sword confronted for the first time, and the aftermath stirred, condensing the cultivation behavior, leaving only the sword light of the sword intention, still dazzling and difficult to speak, the world was unbearable, and the rumble shook.

In the distance, Xi Mujin looked at the battle, and her beautiful eyes were shocked. It was the first time in years that she had seen a swordsman who could fight the sword equal.

The holy place where swords are vertical and horizontal, swords are enlightening, fast, heavy, and strong.

In the interlaced black and green clothes, the swords in the hands are constantly colliding, and the thrill of standing at the top of the battle is spreading across every corner of the holy land with the sound of the sword in the clash of the swords.

"Sword Nine, Divine Realm"

The ever-increasing sword meaning, the cumulative addition, the sword nine appeared in the world, and all the moments were still, and the swaying sword light rushed straight into the nine days, between the heavens and the earth, and transformed the world of the sword.

The God of War in the Tianfu Kingdom, reappearing the gods on the sword, the swords interlaced in the sky, tens of thousands, endless, the most shocking sword, trembling on earth.