Ten miles of maple forest, the cold winter is rising, heavy snow falls as scheduled, and the whole world seems to have turned silvery.

In front of the wooden house, Guigui, who was dressed like a small cotton ball, was happily playing in the snow, covered in snowflakes.

Ning Chen stood not far away and looked at Guigui, his face full of gentleness.

At some point, Xia Xiyao arrived in the ten-mile maple forest, but this time he did not bring his maid. The contemporary Marquis of Blood Clothing came with him.

The Blood-Clothing Hou was still wearing a blood-red tight battle suit, outlining a convex figure. With his wild and beautiful face, he didn't look inferior to the ninth princess of Xia Dynasty, who was so beautiful.

"Hou."

The two of them arrived and bowed together.

“No need to be polite.”

Ning Chen responded with a smile, "Why is it here?"

In recent days, the Ninth Princess of Daxia and the Seven Marquis of Wu have come very often. To put it bluntly, if it were him, he would have come over if he had the chance.

It’s useless to leave a senior without any use. He was the same back then.

"Hou, I can't figure out some martial arts problems. I hope the Hou can give me some advice." The Hou of Blood-Clothed, said respectfully.

"When encountering a bottleneck, no matter whether you persist to the end or change your methods, just believe in yourself and achieve enlightenment in any way. The key is to believe in your own way."

After the words came, Ning Chen looked at Guigui who fell in the snow in front of him, smiled and said, "Guigui, be careful."

"I got it, dad."

Guigui got up, responded childishly, and continued to toss with Xiao Hulu.

When the Blood-Clothed Marquis heard the former's words, a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes.

Maybe, she was really thinking too much.

She should believe in herself and keep going.

On the side, Xia Xiyao saw the two of them ending their conversation and said softly, "Hou, my father knows that Hou is back. I want to see you, but I don't know if Hou can go back to the palace to take a look."

Ning Chen shook his head gently and said, "I won't go anymore. Now Daxia has no longer my old friend, and it's meaningless to go back."

When Xia Xiyao heard this, she fell silent and did not persuade her.

"Hou, can you give me advice?"

The Blood-clothed Marquis came back from his thoughts, looked at the legendary figure in the land of China in front of him, and said with great serious expression.

Ning Chen looked sideways and nodded slightly, "Yes."

The Blood-Clothed Marquis waved his hand, and a long sword flew over, and the sword light shone brightly, and it seemed that it was not an ordinary thing at first glance.

"Mingxue Tiansheng is my sword guarding the border, so I borrow it from the Hou first."

After the words came, the Blood-Clothed Marquis held his left hand in his hand. In the carriage not far away, another divine weapon flew out, with a blue sword body, and the same aura was extraordinary.

Ning Chen reached out his hand, held Mingxue Tiansheng, felt the powerful evil spirit on the sword, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes.

The sword of the Daxia Wuhou is always contaminated with too much killing karma. Although the blood-clothed marquis in front of him is a woman, there is no exception.

"please!"

The Blood-Clothed Hou opened his mouth, moved his body, and his sword was moving, and his sharpness shone.

With a loud bang, the two swords intersected, and the snow was romantic, covering the eyes.

Among the scattered snowflakes, the two swords confronted again and again, just like a dragon coming out of the water, just like a vast star, each showing its ability.

At ten feet apart, neither of them was breathing out, but only the sword was as sharp as the sharpness.

In the battle situation, the Blood-Clothed Marquis showed his life's ability, but the more shocked he was in the battle.

Although she was mentally prepared, only by real fighting could she truly realize the power of Zhiming Hou in front of her.

It turns out that there are such swords above the sword path.

The sword is not fast, but its moves are plain and hard to stop, just like the starry sky, and you can never really touch it.

boom!

After ten moves, the two swords were handed over again. The blood-clothed marquis, who had not yet completed his sword, only felt a numbness in his right arm, and the sword in his hand could not help but fly down and penetrated into the earth.

Ning Chen smiled and reached out to return Mingxue Tiansheng.

"Thank you for your advice."

The Blood-Clothed Marquis took the sword and saluted respectfully.

"Next time, bring Guigui a bunch of candied haws." Ning Chen said with a smile.

The Blood-Clothed Hou was stunned and then came to his senses. His stiff expression showed a rare smile and nodded, "Okay."

The two stayed in the Shili Maple Forest for half a day before leaving. The carriage crushed two long wheel marks in the snow, so clear.

In the imperial city, many people secretly speculated about the identity of the people from the Ten Mile Maple Forest. The seven Wuhou and the Ninth Princess of Daxia visited many times, which made people wonder.

However, none of the people who have been to Shili Maple Forest revealed their identity as a wise man. Shili Maple Forest has become a forbidden area and is not allowed to step into it easily.

However, peace is always short-lived, and war is inevitable.

Invasion from neighboring countries broke out in the frontier of Daxia, seven Wuhous of Daxia left the imperial city and headed to the border one after another.

The ten-mile maple forest has become quiet since then.

The candied haws that the Blood-Clothed Marquis promised to bring to Guigui would never have the chance to deliver them again.

On the battlefield, the Blood-Clothed Marquis died in battle, covered in blood, leaving his life on the battlefield.

The general died in hundreds of battles and the hero returned for ten years. In the endless history of Daxia, more than 90% of the Marquis of Wu died on the battlefield. The Marquis of Blood-clothed was not the first or the last.

When the news came back to the imperial city, the whole country was sad. The contemporary emperor of Daxia personally went to wǔ hóu cí to erect a monument for the Blood-Clothed Marquis.

Xia Xiyao looked at the spiritual position on wǔ hóu cí, and tears fell involuntarily in her eyes.

Ten miles of maple forest, the carriage came, Xia Xiyao walked off the carriage, and looked at the white-haired man standing quietly in front of the wooden house in front of him, and his mood was indescribable.

When Ning Chen saw the visitor, he still had a peaceful smile on his face and said, "Here you come."

"Hou, the blood-clothed Hou died in battle."

Xia Xiyao spoke, and said with uncontrollable sadness in her eyes.

Ning Chen sighed softly when he heard this, "Is that so, what a pity?"

Xia Xiyao took out a string of candied haws, walked to Guigui, and handed them to Guigui.

The promise of Bloody Clothing was too late to fulfill, so she could only fulfill it for her.

"Thank you sister."

Guigui took the candied haws and responded childishly.

"Guigui is so good."

Xia Xiyao reached out and rubbed Guigui's little head, stood up, looked at the crowd of Zhiming Hou, and said, "Hou, when will this war really stop?"

Ning Chen shook his head and said, "I don't know. Someone asked me this question a long time ago, but until today, I still haven't found the answer."

"Are we all dead?"

Xia Xiyao's eyes were filled with sadness, and said.

"meeting."

Ning Chen said calmly, "No matter whether humans, gods or saints, they will die one day, and even heaven and earth cannot last forever. What's more, as long as humans have truly lived, death is not terrible."

"Bloody, she admires Hou very much."

Xia Xiyao told a secret that could never be confirmed and said sadly, "The reason why she worked so hard to become Wuhou is because she regards the Marquis as a belief that she has been chasing for her whole life."
Chapter completed!