In the distance, under the eaves, Ning Xiaoyu's figure appeared in a shadow.

From beginning to end, she never moved, and no matter what the commander and moths in the rain were guarded by the imperial guards, or what she was attacking in the rain, they were not her real position.

Because the first military flag she used was not "invasion like fire" but "unable to know like darkness". How could a general easily behead someone?

She stood up and looked at the boy, muttering: "It's so strong."

However, her expression of emotion lasted for only two or three seconds, then she smiled and waved to the distance, opened her mouth, and became more handsome than "young man".

Xia Ji didn't go to see her. The seventh among the Eight Tales of Confucianism, like Hu Xian'er, has its own messy painting function.

Hu Xian'er can make the painting turn yellow instantly.

This person can instantly make the painting style full of rural and pastoral atmosphere.

The queen walked out of the main hall, and the commander and the soldiers hurriedly said, "See the Queen."

Xia Xiaosu looked at the figure standing in the spring rain, full of arrogant pressure, and her heart was warm. This was her brother and her strongest support. As long as he appeared, any predicament seemed no longer terrible.

And what can you do?

The night is still long.

The queen took off her dragon robe and cut meat and vegetables in the kitchen. She washed the mutton and sliced ​​it into pieces, and prepared everything.

She watched the water in the pot boil, so she put the mutton in, boiled the blood, then set up the second pot, arranged the spices and mutton one by one, then poured the water and started to steam slowly.

Finally, the pot was sprinkled with chopped green onion.

There are still a lot of things waiting for her to deal with in the imperial study, but she spends all her time cooking soup...

The boiling and snow-white soup qi slowly steams, and the meat is fragrant.

She put three bowls on the tray, took two more cups of fine wine, and left more mutton soup in the pot, don't think she didn't know that the fox was smelling the smell of meat in the distance.

She went out and walked through the spring rainy night where the smell of blood was still filled with blood. She came to the door of a palace and knocked on the door gently, "Brother, are you asleep?"

Xia Ji was sitting cross-legged in the darkness. When he heard the sound, he bounced his fingers. The pure Yang true energy was like a flame, and instantly lit a row of eternal lights on the walls, from a distance to a close, and the room was bright.

"without."

"I'm in."

brush.

Before the queen could push the door, Xia Ji was already standing in front of the door, opened the door, and the brother and sister looked at each other, and everything was silent.

The queen put the tray on the table in the hall, wiped her hands, and smiled, "I don't know if the craftsmanship has declined."

Xia Ji is out there, although there are so many delicious food and wine, how can you compare to this mutton soup?

He sat at the table and started drinking, reliving this "home-flavored" midnight snack.

“There is less salt.”

"You're too heavy-tasting, I've put a lot of salt on it."

Xia Ji quickly drank the soup and said vaguely: "The craftsmanship has regressed."

Xia Xiaosu turned her head and saw that her brother drank the soup very quickly. In a blink of an eye, she had swept away two bowls, and then drank the third bowl. She looked at her brother with a slight look and said, "Then don't drink it."

Gulugulugulugulugulu...

Xia Ji drank all the third bowl of soup, with meat bulging on his cheeks, then placed the bowl on the table, and said vaguely: "If you don't drink it, don't drink it."

Xia Xiaosu glanced at the empty bowl and hummed proudly: "You said no, but your body is very honest."

The two did not really quarrel, but were quarreling with each other in the habit of quarrel.

In this dark and boundless world, if there is such a person in the world who can treat you like this, how lucky it would be?

Xia Ji suddenly asked: "Do you want to kill all the people from the Turkic mission? There are masters among them."

Xia Xiaosu looked at him and fell silent.

Xia Ji walked over, combed his long, thin and soft hair with both hands, and whispered: "My Queen, what do you need to serve?"

Xia Xiaosu raised his hand and slapped his arm like a coquettish "slap" and then sighed: "I don't have the Ancestral Dragon Initiation, can I not be a royal family?"

Xia Ji was silent for a moment, and then said, "Come and sit down, you don't know many secrets yet, I'll tell you."

That night, he actually destroyed the royal family. What controls everything in the world is actually the story of the five major families of "Su, Wu, Zhou and Lu Shen".

He didn't say much.

I didn't know how many secrets left by the Six Ancients and Six Eras. They just lived in a certain fragment of the long river of time, and he didn't know where the long river came from and where it went.

A hundred years may not be long, but for a long time and space, it is just a drop in the ocean. A person lives for a hundred years and spends a hundred springs and autumns. But in this vast universe, it is different from the mayfly that live day and nights and die day by day?

Anyone will die.

This is the limit of human beings.

"Five Aristocratic families?" Xia Xiaosu recalled the names of these five Aristocratic families, but she had never heard of them, including the Su family where Su Linyu was located, she didn't even know them.

The brother and sister chatted for a while, and the queen left to handle the affairs.

Xia Ji then turned around, pushed open the bookshelf mechanism of the palace, and entered the secret room.

With the sound of footsteps, the wall lights in the secret room swam like yellow snakes, and gradually became brighter in circles.

In the light, the wind and cattle and horses remained still and leaned against the wall.

But he was not panicked in his eyes, but with a look of "Stay when you come, you can rest assured". Two strands of white hair, which quietly hang down from his shoulders, and the two swords placed on his knees, actually showed a bit of a fit of human swords.

Hearing the footsteps, his eyes moved. When he saw the visitor, he was not panicked, but he was just puzzled.

Xia Ji casually untied his mute hole and asked, "Who are you?"

"The King of Knife, the Storm of the North."

"I'll ask you for your true identity."

"Real identity?" Feng Niuma was stunned for a moment, his eyes were filled with surprise, "Will the King of Shenwu mistakenly regard Feng as someone else?"

Xia Ji is now extremely energetic. He already has the function of an "automatic lie detector". No matter who lies in front of him, he can detect it.

But this Fengniu Ma did not lie.

So, Xia Ji changed his question: "Where did you learn your mysterious skills?"

Feng Niu Ma sneered: "I thought the hero of the Divine Martial King, but I never thought that he was greedy for other people's martial arts and used any means..."

His voice came to an abrupt end.

A powerful aura was like a sea tide. After another two or three seconds, it turned into a deep sea wave, suddenly bursting out, covering up the King of Northern Swords, making him unable to help but feel suffocating.

The King of Shenwu was clearly standing and not moving, or even lucky, but Fengniu and Horse had already heard the turbulent tide under his skin, his blood was like a thunder hammer drum, making a roar.

The eternal lights in the entire secret room seemed unable to withstand this strange pressure, and began to tremble, and the wick moved with it, causing the flame to remain unmoved.

Xia Ji only slightly released the energy in his body, allowing the essence and blood to be concentrated to the extreme to surge. Now that he has finished releasing, he has restrained it again, compressing the power of the eleventh realm back to his skin.

All the thunders disappeared in the entire secret room.

He asked, "Do I need to be greedy for your martial arts?"

Feng Niu and Ma were stunned for a moment and sighed, "Have Your Highness stepped through that natural barrier?"

Xia Ji nodded.

Feng Niu Ma said mockingly: "Ha, that little thing I'm under is really not in the eyes of Your Highness."

He recalled and said, "The mysterious skill I learned is called the Silver Dragon Code, and the sword skill is called the Wusheng Dao. The sword was learned from a strong man from the Tiandao Sect. The strong man passed on me before his death. The mysterious skill was... "

He hesitated for a while, smiled self-deprecatingly, and continued: "The Xuan Gong is the result of my initiation when I was sixteen years old. Now I am forty-six."

“How to initiate?”

Feng Niu Ma said, "I have a piece of beautiful jade around my waist, which I get from it. This jade was born with me, and I am an abandoned baby and raised by hunters in the mountains."

Xia Ji grabbed his waist with a palm, and held a piece of jade.

The jade body is cold and crystal clear as if it is spotless. It is obviously a priceless species, but the whole jade forms the shape of a dragon.

He recalled that this should be different from the so-called ancestral dragon initiation of the royal family, but the "sixteen-year-old" is the same. Is this a life expectancy threshold for the initiation?

This Feng Niu and Horse are probably from the Su family, because the "Silver Dragon Code" he learned is exactly the same as the second level of Dharma used by the emperor before. This Dharma image is the power obtained by Xia Taiqian absorbed his mother Su Linyu.

Feng Niu Ma said, suddenly reacted, "Your Highness recognizes my mysterious skills?"

Xia Ji nodded.

Feng Niuma's expression became excited: "Please tell me... Feng is grateful."

Xia Ji didn't say anything, and moved his fingers and took a drop of the blood of the Northern Knife King, then lit his mute hole, turned around and left the secret room.

Afterwards, he found Xia Xiaosu again and asked his sister for a drop of blood. Then he returned to the palace, poured clean water on the crystal vessel, then dripped blood on both sides of the vessel, and then bounced into a small drop of blood.

This world is a very reliable practice. It is rumored that "there are gods hidden in the blood". Only when they are in harmony can they attract each other and then blend together, which means "the same god", which is different from the previous life.

The three drops of blood were obviously far away, but they were pulled by a magical force and suddenly moved. Then his blood and Xia Xiaosu's blood first "splashed" together, and then they merged with Feng Niu and Horse, blending into a whole, falling red in the center of the crystal vessel.

Xia Ji's pupils contracted slightly, "Su family..."
To be continued...