Deep in the Manchu Palace, two figures came, one was majestic and domineering, and the other was as plain as water, with a forbidden land that was filled with red luck, violent and surging, shocking.

Ning Chen looked at the red luck floating around, and a strange color flashed in his eyes. The luck of each dynasty was indeed different. Compared with the Hall of Changsheng, the luck of the Man Dynasty had more domineering and less gloomy.

The Barbarians were warlike, from the monarch and ministers to the people, they were relatively strong in character. It is not surprising that the luck in one day was such a situation.

Just at the center of the red luck, a blood-red phlegm sank in the void, domineering and fierce, with a shocking momentum, making people feel heavy and breathless.

Ning Chen Ning pointed, a trace of ice and snow appeared, and the flying insects sealed in the snow were lifelike, as if there was still life.

The next moment, the ice shattered, and the flying insects were swept towards the floating eptuagint. However, a sudden change occurred, and the violent luck instantly swallowed the flying insects. In a blink of an eye, the tide of insects that had been difficult to eliminate was crushed.

Ning Chen narrowed his eyes and finally found it.

If this place doesn't work, he will go to Northern Mongolia to try it. Although Daxia gathers more than half of the luck of the land of China, it has been governed by Confucianism for thousands of years, and its luck is peaceful, and its nature is far less than that of the domineering of the Barbarian Dynasty.

"Senior Barbarian King, can you have a request?" Ning Chen turned around and said respectfully.

"What request?" said the Barbarian King with caution.

"Borrowing the fortune of the noble dynasty for a hundred years" Ning Chen said seriously.

The Barbarian King's expression immediately subsided, and he refused without thinking, "Impossible"

The strength of luck in the middle of the palace is related to the rise and fall of the dynasty. The barbarian dynasty is located in a remote place and there are many natural disasters. If the fortune is lost for a hundred years, the situation will be even worse.

"Senior, you can talk about any conditions," Ning Chen said anxiously.

"No conditions are possible"

The Barbarian King refused at once, and this was not a question of whether he could discuss it. No matter how much it cost, it would be impossible to make up for the consequences of losing a century of luck.

"senior"

Ning Chen wanted to say something again, but was interrupted by the Barbarian King and said in a deep voice, "No need to say it, there is no room for discussion in this matter. Don't let me lose the last bit of patience with you."

Hearing this, Ning Chen sighed in his heart and did not continue talking.

The Barbarian King's attitude was even more firm than he thought. It seemed that he had to find other ways to convince the Barbarian King.

"Look at it, let's go"

The Barbarian King turned around with a cold face and walked away.

Ning Chen didn't want to have any unhappiness with the Barbarian King at this time, so he could only leave with him.

In the Princess's Neighborhood, Hongzhu was dressing up for Aman. The princess had been away from the palace for four years, and Hongzhu had also waited in the palace for four years. Other palace maids had already left the palace to get married, but Hongzhu chose to stay.

"Princess, is he good to you?" Hongzhu asked softly.

The face in the mirror is equally beautiful, blooming in the most beautiful years of a woman. If you don’t cherish it, it will wither.

"Okay," Aman nodded and replied.

"Did he give you the princess bracelet?" Hongzhu asked.

She knew all the jewelry on the princess's body clearly, and the jade bracelet had not yet been left when the princess left.

"It was not given to him, it was given to him by the Empress Dowager of Daxia," Aman said honestly.

The red candle and willow eyebrows were condensed. The empress dowager of Daxia should be the Empress Changsun. Everyone in the world knows that Daxia Zhiming Hou was brought out by the former Empress Changsun. This empress's words are easier to use than any imperial edict for Zhiming Hou.

At this moment, outside the other courtyard, a little eunuch walked in quickly, outside the room, respectfully asking for instructions, "Princess, I'm the Lord of Destiny to ask for a visit."

"Let him come in," Aman said.

"Princess, I will leave first." Hongzhu bowed and retreated in time, leaving the space for the two of them.

Ning Chen walked over and saw Aman who changed into the room to dress with the princess of the Man Dynasty. A gentle smile appeared on his face. The dress of a woman from the Man Dynasty was much different from that of Daxia. He couldn't say who was better, and each had his own style.

"Isn't it good?" Aman looked at himself in the mirror, then looked at the person in front of him, and said strangely.

"It looks good, Aman looks good in whatever he wears," Ning Chen chuckled.

Aman smiled sweetly, he would just like it.

On the dressing table, an ancient bronze mirror emits a faint light, which was the bronze realm brought out from the tomb of the ancient sage. However, the divine objects have spirits and are difficult to use if they are not recognized.

Ning Chen is obviously the one that is not recognized. He studied it for a long time but couldn't figure it out.

The bronze mirror has been used for women to dress up since ancient times. It is perfect for giving it to Aman.

"Are you tired?" Ning Chen asked.

"Not tired," Aman shook his head.

"Then go out for a walk?" Ning Chen smiled.

"Okay," Aman replied.

The two left the villa together and walked quietly in the Man Palace. The Man Dynasty has different climates in Daxia, and the scenery in the palace is also very different from Daxia. The blooming hibiscus flowers sway in the wind, and the light red flowers make the entire Man Palace bright.

When the palace maids who passed by saw the two, they chose to avoid them quietly. They really did not disturb them after saluting respectfully. In their opinion, this Wuhou and the princess from Daxia are the most natural couple and will eventually come together.

Most of the women in the palace are in their jasper age. It is the time to believe in beautiful fairy tales. When the princess is kind, she will definitely have a good destination.

The afterglow of the sunset sprinkles beautiful gold. A breeze passes by, and the hibiscus petals fly in the air. Under the afterglow, it emits dazzling golden pink brilliance, which is fascinating.

Aman, who has beautiful makeup, has a silver bell ringing on his body, like a silver bell, crisp and pleasant, and is more beautiful than a flower, and is the most precious pearl of the Man Dynasty.

"Aman, I'm leaving after sunset." Ning Chen glanced at the setting sun and said softly.

Now the Lord of the Four Poles Realm wants to kill more than ever before. He cannot stay in the Man Palace for too long, otherwise it will bring disaster together.

Aman thought about it, nodded again, and said, "Okay."

Ning Chen smiled and said, "If you want to leave the palace next time, don't run out alone again. Send a letter to Daxia Imperial City. I'll pick you up."

"Okay," Aman nodded.

"Practice your sword well, don't be lazy"

"good"

"Eat more, it's too thin and not good-looking"

"good"

...

"The King of Barbarians is a stingy person"

"no"

Aman reacted in time, shook his little head and said.

"Ha" Ning Chen smiled softly, stopped staying for more, said goodbye, "Let's go"

As the words fell, the plain clothes scattered, disappeared from the hibiscus in the garden. Although this gathering was short, it was a precious and beautiful memory.

Aman looked at the former's departure north, and his clear eyes gradually became dim.

The night rises, the bright moon hangs high, the wilderness of the southern border, and the endless wilderness, colorful rays gather, blocking the road, drawing the boundaries of hell.

Ning Chen looked at the Four Pole Realm Master who was blocking the road, and his eyes flashed, and it was indeed here.

"Marquis Zhiming, should I say you are bold or stupid? Leaving the Daxia Imperial City, do you think you still have the life to go back?" The Master of the Four Poles Realm said coldly.

"Since you dare to come out, you will be sure to go back," Ning Chen replied lightly.

"furious"

The master of the Four Poles Realm stomped his feet and slapped his palms. The vigorous energy caused the change of the world and the weather to change. Before the move came, the wind and clouds were already in chaos.

Ning Chen was not in love with the battle, his figure flashed, and the water light appeared, and waves rippled, as fast as a stream of light, and it was difficult to distinguish between true and false.

The body of water that had scattered abruptly dissipated invisibly. On the other side, plain clothes gathered and quickly left.

"Want to leave? I'm delusional"

The Lord of the Four Poles Realm quickly followed and headed towards the West.

The Buddha Kingdom, on the three thousand feet of Mijie Mountain, the bells sounded. The highest Foshan in China, the Buddha's light overflowed. After four years of reconstruction, the Buddhist holy land that had been destroyed in the past gradually recovered a trace of vitality.

In the distance, two rays of light rushing towards the rebuilt Buddha. Ning Chen fell down and looked at Du'er Temple a hundred feet away, saying respectfully, "Senior, I am polite."

The Master of the Four Poles Realm arrived later, but at this moment, he did not take action immediately. He looked at the huge temple in front of him and his brows frowned slightly.

"Senior abbot, I'm here as promised. It's time for you to take action." An indeceptible coldness flashed across Ning Chen's face. He said.

"Amitabha"

In the hoarse Buddha's name, an old and tall figure walked out, and the earth shook, like a mountain moving, shocking.

"Marquis Zhiming, Master of the Four Poles, this is the quiet place of my Buddhism. If you have any grudges, please move to other places." The abbot of Du'er Temple looked silent, and his words were calm but cold.

"Marquis Zhiming, your scheming is meaningless to me."

The Master of the Four Poles Realm snorted coldly, "Everyone knows that when the Buddha's Kingdom invaded, the Marquis of Zhiming led people to slaughter the entire Mijie Mountain and tens of thousands of Buddhists. With this hatred, how could the two join forces?

"Lord of the Realm, then do you believe it or not?"

Ning Chen waved his hand, and the chaotic aura covered his body, and his true energy fluctuated, and it was immediately restrained without any exposure.

The Lord of the Four Poles Realm's face darkened at that time and said, "You deliberately asked me to stop him."
To be continued...