The glow was all over the place, the setting sun hung down, and the sky seemed to be burned by fire, turning it into a deep red color. It was like the legendary ancient Jedi that covered the sky with red blood all year round, and it was exceptionally spooky and gorgeous.
Under the setting sun in the evening, the small courtyard next to the ancestral temple becomes more and more peaceful and peaceful. The setting sun, the afterglow, the rosy clouds, the ancient ancestral temple, the simple courtyard...all these combined together create a different kind of harmony.
, just like a painting, it makes people feel at ease inexplicably.
The "Red Stove" had already been lit in the house. Xia Mang settled Xue Nianchu and took out the white jade bottle. Without hesitation, he smashed it to pieces with a snap of his fingers, and a drop of crimson blood flashed out.
Speaking of which, the "blood bead" is about the size of a fingernail, crystal clear, and vaguely seems to be wrapped in a phoenix bird. It is fluttering its wings, as if it wants to break free from the restraints and escape from the "prison" of the blood bead.
This is the essence of the Red Phoenix!
Xia Mang looked at it, frowned slightly, and said to himself: "The young red phoenix bird has thin phoenix blood flowing in its body. A drop of red phoenix blood marrow is not too precious, but after all, it has some effect, which is better than nothing..."
Red Phoenix is not a real phoenix, and can only be regarded as its descendant. The blood of the distant ancestors in his body is thin, and his potential is limited.
"Chi!"
Xia Mang held the red phoenix marrow in his palm. He looked at Xue Nianchu and suddenly moved. His fingers and palms changed rapidly, forming a very mysterious mark. Then the drop of phoenix marrow turned into a streak of red light.
, flew out in the air and slowly sank into Xue Nianchu’s eyebrows.
He used a mysterious seal to activate the phoenix marrow and integrated it into Xue Nianchu's body.
"Buzz!"
Xue Nianchu's delicate body trembled slightly, and circles of red rainbow light flashed around her, which was very gorgeous, like a dreamy scene.
After about half an hour, it gradually dissipated. At this time, the paleness on Xue Nianchu's cheeks also faded a lot and gradually became rosy.
"How do you feel?" Xia Mang helped Xue Nianchu up and asked with concern.
Xue Nianchu nodded her head, indicating that it was a good sign. She was silent for a moment, and then suddenly said: "Are you really going to the life and death competition?"
In the life and death arena, one person dies and the other lives, regardless of life or death, one does not leave the arena. Unless there is a person with overwhelming hatred, one would never want to enter the life and death arena. However, Xia Mang agreed to Mu Chu's invitation because of her reasons.
War, that made her uneasy and a little worried.
She didn't want Xia Mang to take risks, especially for her.
"The Wutong Bone is very important, I can't give up."
Xia Mang nodded, stared at Xue Nianchu, and said softly: "When I finish this battle, no one in Nanzhao will dare to bully you easily..."
The life and death contest will be the place where he establishes his power.
Xue Nianchu said worriedly: "But once you get on the life-and-death battle field, even if you win, you will have to pay a heavy price if you want to come down alive."
She has grown up in Nanzhao Mansion since she was a child, so she naturally understands the treacherous and terrifying nature of the struggle between life and death.
It is said that the backstage of the life and death contest is tough and the people behind the scenes are very mysterious, involving the Dragon Yu Royal Court. In fact, there are life and death contest venues in the eighteen prefectures and counties of the Dragon Yu Dynasty.
In the Dragon Yu Dynasty, most of the life and death battles would take place in the life and death arena. Therefore, there are mostly cruel and horrifying legends about this life and death arena.
But tomorrow Xia Mang will go on stage to compete with Mu Chu, so Xue Nianchu is naturally worried. Besides, Mu Chu is really powerful. He is considered one of the top heroes in Nanzhao Mansion and has a great reputation.
"Are you afraid that I will lose to Mu Chu?" Xia Mang understood Xue Nianchu's thoughts and couldn't help but ask.
Xue Nianchu nodded and said: "Mu Chu is not Mu Hao, nor is he Man Luoshan. The eldest son of the Mu family is not a person who has a vain reputation. Xiao Mang, in a life and death competition, if you lose, you will die..."
"I won't die."
Xia Mang smiled slightly, "The eldest son of the Mu family is indeed extraordinary, but why am I, Xia Mang, so bad?"
“How can you soar up to 90,000 miles without being struck by lightning?”
He stared at Xue Nianchu, but boundless splendor suddenly emerged in his eyes, and he said with a smile: "Tianxia Dao, the Tao is extraordinary, Tianmangyi, I am the Tao, a respected king... Nianchu, please name me
Xia Mang, naturally I can’t live up to this good name.”
After speaking, he didn't wait for Xue Nianchu to persuade her again, then let her rest and left the room.
"Xia Mang, Xia Mang..."
Xue Nianchu murmured: "I named you Xia Mang because you told me your name is Xia Mang."
"If you still remember your past self, those past days, those passing years, I think... it must be an extremely wonderful story."
She whispered as if she was dreaming, "In that dusty memory, is there such a woman? You are as good to her as you are to me?"
Because of the tampering of a middle-aged man with green hair, the "chamber pot", Xia Mang temporarily lost his memory and fainted on the Cangming Coast. Later, he was "picked up" by Xue Nianchu and brought back.
Time passed by, and soon it was a few months, and now the story is here.
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Outside the window, the night is getting darker.
In front of the ancestral temple, the mute old man was still carving wood carvings. Xia Mang walked to him and squatted down, staring at the wood carvings for a long time, but could not figure out why.
It was indeed an ordinary wood carving. The only thing that was unusual was that the carving was of a woman.
"Why are you so persistent after sitting idle for decades?" Xia Mang looked at the mute old man and felt inexplicably.
He couldn't understand the wood carvings, let alone the mute old man.
The mute old man glanced at Xia Mang and said in a hoarse voice: "If you don't know what persistence is, why are you working so hard to protect Nianchu?"
This was the first time the mute old man spoke to Xia Mang.
"Aren't you mute?"
Xia Mang's expression suddenly changed. He had always thought that this strange old man was mute, so he spoke and behaved wantonly. Now the mute old man suddenly spoke, which really shocked him.
The mute old man stopped looking at him, obviously too lazy to explain.
"Since he is not mute, why did the senior never speak?" Xia Mang was curious. He thought the mute old man was very mysterious and strange.
"Your memory is obviously gradually recovering, why didn't you tell girl Nianchu? You are obviously not bad at strength, far better than that barbarian boy, why do you pretend not to practice skills? You are obviously not stupid, why do others call you a fool, you
But never refuted?"
The mute old man asked back, saying a lot at once. His voice was hoarse and weathered, and he said lightly: "Some things are not afraid of what others say, they are insignificant and cannot be explained to outsiders."
Xia Mang was speechless, looking at the mute old man with a face full of ravines and a lot of vicissitudes of life, and suddenly remembered what Xue Nianchu said to him, about the mute old man.
Some people only do one thing in their life and only serve one person in their life.
At this moment, he felt that this was very similar to the portrait of a mute old man who had been carving wood carvings for decades. The wood carving was a woman with a blurred face.
"What a good person who is not afraid of what others say, but a good one who is not accommodating to outsiders. The senior has stayed in the ancestral ancestral hall all his life and has a big mind. The juniors can't match him!"
Suddenly, a sound of laughter came from far away, from far to near, and before the last word was heard, the man appeared in front of the ancestral temple.
This is a powerful middle-aged man. He has long hair and a crown, a handsome face, and thick eyebrows. His youthful splendor can be seen vaguely. He must have attracted countless women and became crazy about them. In fact, even now, he is extremely rich.
Charming man.
He stepped on the moonlight and walked step by step with a carefree figure.
Chic and elegant.
Xia Mang looked at this person, his pupils suddenly tightened, and he said in a concentrated voice: "Xuelong Yong!"
The person who came was none other than Xue Longyong, Xue Nianchu’s father, the Marquis of Nanzhao.