Ying Ruge replaced the gauze and the wound healed much faster than ordinary people, but with every move and luck, the wound that had become catarrhea will crack and blood will flow out again.

Ordinary people know that this way requires rest. Ying Ruge is naturally not a fool, and naturally he also knows that he needs time to recover from his injuries.

He took off his black wooden fanged facial armor, which was put into clean water and slowly floated up. The feeling of removing the armor was so comfortable, just like he was sleeping into the quilt naked in the winter.

Suddenly remembering that day, when Yue'er came to Xiangmanlou, he took off his hands and was so panicked that he rushed from Xicheng to Mo County from Xicheng.

Thinking about Yue'er's hatred and distressed look at that time, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up. Who said that she was not lucky and could someone with a bad life find such a beautiful face and gentle and considerate person to be her daughter-in-law?

"Your wounds..." The voice was soft and Ying Ruge was very familiar. Looking back, Qin Yue'er was behind him. She came on the dragon horse and horse carriage, phoenix chariot, horse and horse, and horse.

Ying Ruge did not hide it from her, how could she hide the secret in front of his Yue'er?

"It's not in the way."

She looked at the gauze that had been replaced on the ground, and the blood had already been dyed red with white. She frowned and angry: "What are you going to do? Master has told us thousands of times. No matter what the situation is, the most important thing is yourself. You..."

"Bai Xiaotian is already crazy. He can't even see himself well. Is there any use for his words?" Ying Ruge roared angrily, he hated Yan Xiao, he hated Bai Xiaotian, and he hated himself.

"You..." Qin Yue'er's eyes turned red in an instant, and she felt aggrieved, "What are you yelling at me?"

He picked up the black wooden armor from the clear water and put it on. His movements he was used to were always so coherent. "Muhan Tower cannot collapse, but Muhan Tower collapsed. I found eight-carrying sedan chairs and where should I take someone to carry you over."

Qin Yue'er pouted and frowned, and punched Ying Ruge hard in the chest. This was really merciless. Qin Yue'er forgot that Ying Ruge's past, even if it was hundreds of such fists, it would not hurt or itch. Now, she resisted the pain and didn't say a word.

Looking at Ying Ruge's sudden wide eyes and his lips tightly closed, it was not a pity, but Qin Yue'er covered her mouth and sneered.

Three days later, Qin Yue'er sat under the gilded plaque "Xiangman Tower". She held the pipa, but her heart was not here. She was still thinking about her good brother, why can only hide in the darkness? Her eyes turned and thought about it. It was because of its original body that there was a shadow, but it was not useless to hide in the sun and cool down in the shadows.

Muhan Tower, everyone comes here with a different purpose. Then they are led by someone, obeying his command, and plan, act and subvert according to his purpose.

"Miss Yue, do you have any worries?" The Mo family's young master who had just returned from the west sat on the side stand. There was a special quiet stand in the fireworks place. The singer and dancer were prepared for the high-ranking officials who came to watch during the performance. Hail would be disgusting, but the silver thrown from this stand would not hurt no matter how hard it was.

"Mr. Mo, I'm rude." Her piano sound was messed up because her heart had never calmed down. Qin Yue'er's ears moved slightly. People who were used to music always had extremely sensitive hearing, and so did Qin Yue'er's ears, and they had never deceived her.

She heard the golden swords and iron horses, not from the rhythm. She heard the swords and swords, not from the rhythm. The Xiangmanlou was probably going to be renovated by the red blood instead of the red paint.

Zhu Yinuo, who was lying on the horizontal railing, held his two dragon sword in his arms. The sword had been maintained. Just like the new one, the clothes he wore today were also new.

Often, Zhu Yinuo, the playboy, believes that the purpose of a man coming to Hualou should be very simple, drink and have sex, and then talk to a bunch of noble families or martial arts gossipers to some interesting stories about the world.

What a pity, he didn't dare to indulge in the flower building in Mo County. Not to mention that this was his harsh aunt's territory, he didn't dare to be arrogant just because of this weak cousin. He had to follow his cousin to enjoy music and pretend to be elegant, which made him suffer.

Since he was three years old, he met Mo Ming at the age of five, and he yearned for a wanderer, one sword and one horse to travel freely in the world at the age of eight. At the age of thirteen, he had ideas about women. At the age of fourteen, he had two dragon swords in his hand and ran away from the frontier. At the age of fifteen, he was drunk and returned to Jiangnan for seventeen.

I've seen it in just a few years

There are countless women, and although the numbers of women I have tasted are mostly amazing, they are never seen as a woman like Miss Yue.

Speaking of appearance, the most famous guitar in Jinling is considered a peerless beauty. Many high-ranking officials and noble families have dispersed all their daughters for a first-class red lips. There is nothing to say about the country, but they are just a charming person.

After returning to Jinling, Zhu Yinuo spent half a year to taste the fresh food and lost his thoughts.

In terms of musical talent, he left the street and passed by Yucheng. He had a beautiful girl with a black sailor, black slap, white clothes and flute, as if she were a fantasy, melodious and melodious, and convinced. If it weren't for the white sects who were in broad daylight, she would have almost put money to experience this little girl's ventriloquy.

In terms of character and manners, those noble girls who were born in famous families and had strict requirements for specialists from small clans and were impeccable in etiquette and etiquette, compared with this Hualou Qinji, they actually had the illusion of a country girl.

Zhu Yinuo had no bad thoughts about Miss Yue'er, but whenever Mo Ming looked at Miss Yue'er, his scalp became numb, and he became strange. Why did his sister-in-law believe that his husband was Liu Xiahui?

If the two of them had not been together for eating, sleeping, taking baths and meeting each other for countless times, they would have really doubted whether their cousin was a eunuch or an incompetent person.

"Yinuo, I'm afraid that your clothes will be dirty today."

Zhu Yinuo is sleeping, sleeping on the railing where you may turn down.

This little prince knows the rhythm, but his ears are not that good. He only knows that when he comes back from the city without sleep, his uncle still shook his head and sighed at his sword. He is really unhappy and is worried that he has nowhere to vent his anger.

"How many people are you so seriously?"

"This sound is like hundreds of thousands of cavalry running through the grassland and turning into streams."

"It seems that these people are the masters of flying eaves and walls." Zhu Yinuo stood up and stood on the railing. He urged his feet to jump up to the lotus lantern in the middle of the stairs. The lamp was hanging, and the person was standing on the lamp. The lamp could not bear the gravity of one person, but Zhu Yinuo stood on the lamp like this.

Qin Yue'er was quite interested in looking at the little prince on the chandelier. This little prince was as light as his skills. If the light was not strong and fell from the third floor, he would be disabled even if he didn't die. He was really bold.

"Is there still a sound?"

Mo Ming closed his eyes, put his hands in his ears, and listened quietly. He curled his lips slightly and smiled: "The guest has arrived."

Zhu Yinuo threw out the two dragon sword in his arms, and jumped to the second floor to look at the seat like a flying person. He caught up with the sword he threw, kicked the hilt with his toes, and the sword sheath flew out, one foot away from Mo Ming, and "swoosh" over. He stepped on the tip of the two dragon sword unsheathed. The sword flipped into the air, held the sword with his right hand and grabbed the guardrail with his other hand.

"Oh, I missed it." Zhu Yinuo sighed like a joke.

"Yinuo, don't do this next time. Your sword sheath is flying, and my ears are still buzzing and painful."

In just a moment, the guests and girls in Xiangman Tower were stunned. They looked at Mo Ming and the others, and some of them had turned pale.

"Young Master Mo, this..." The madam was so calm that she didn't want any trouble here. She had more than a dozen men here, but among them, who had worked in Xiangmanlou for a long time, had been interrupted by Zhu Yinuo, let alone such uninvited guests who came today.

"I'm afraid, I can go out." Zhu Yinuo climbed onto the guardrail with one hand, frowned and coldly said contemptuously at the people downstairs.

Many people watched this scene and heard this. They put down the wine glass in their hands, pushed the girl in their arms away, and snatched the door. Once they went out, there would be a second and a third one.

Xiangman Tower is very empty, faster than when people entered Xiangman Tower when they chose the courtesan here two years ago.

Mo Ming touched his body and looked at the madam again: "These money spent in the past few days and months. If the fight breaks the things in the building, I'm afraid Mo Ming will not have the money to apologize for the moment."

The madam dared not ask for money. There are many people in the martial arts world coming and going, and she is used to it. There are many people in the martial arts world destroyed by martial arts people, and she is used to it. Now, is this drama really going to be held in her shop?

"The old servant, please leave, spring, summer, autumn and winter, plum, orchid, bamboo, chrysanthemum, pear, apricot, peach, oriole, and peach oriole, and all of them should go down."

Those girls were used to hearing the right and wrong in the world.

They were also repeatedly warned that they would not anger the imperial court even if they offended the landlords.

The building suddenly became empty and quiet. Mo Ming sat down again and shook his fan. He faced Qin Yue'er and said slowly and gently: "Miss Yue, may you play a song for Yi Nuo?"

Qin Yue'er forgot that she was a woman in the world now and should be panicked. She stood up and sat down after the ceremony. She didn't need to worry about the pipa in her hand. Her hand stroked the strings. She was not playing the golden swords on the battlefield with swords and swords, nor was it the melodious and melodious Jiangnan tune. She played the dance music outside the frontier, the desert was desolate, and camels were traveling in business.

Zhu Yinuo was so immersed in the beauty of the music that Zhu Yinuo was slightly immersed in, remembering the ascetic monk he met in the desert last year, the sword teachings of all things being one. All things being one, nothing and something, in a moment.

"How many people do you have?" Zhu Yinuo asked in the air. Someone answered him, but no one spoke. "One, two..." He jumped from one end to the other end, backhanded and swung his sword. Without any extra movement, he returned to Mo Ming. Zhu Yinuo frowned. He clearly heard that there was a sound over there, and there should be two people.

"Yinuo, if you beat a drum in the water, the direction of the sound will be different."

"Okay, where did you say?"

Mo Ming smiled and didn't speak.

He took out a few old copper coins from his purse, put them between his fingers, and swung them, and the copper coins flew to Qin Yue'er. Zhu Yinuo also jumped towards Qin Yue'er while the copper coins were flying out. His people could not catch up with the flying copper coins. The two dragon swords in his hand were shot out, and the sword was nailed to the wall, and the blade was stained with blood. Passing by Qin Yue'er, Zhu Yinuo felt fear for some reason, and the source of this fear was not Qin Yue'er.

Forced to calm down, he drew his sword, still frowned: "What the hell is this?"

Mo Ming shook his hand: "It's not true, it's just a secret technique."

Zhu Yinuo didn't say anything. Jiuxing Feifu was known as the fastest sword technique in the world. His current sword-making speed is simply the difference between a rabbit and a turtle than an ordinary martial artist. But even so, he still didn't stab those secret people to death. In the end, he just made people a little bit of awesome.

"When will your sword be able to cut off the flowing water, that is one of the few fast swords in the world."

"Drawing a knife to cut off the water will flow even more. Could it be that you don't understand it?" Zhu Yinuo was not refuting. He didn't know that the fast sword killed people, but he didn't know that the head fell. He believed it, but he didn't believe it.

The "buzz" sound came quickly and spread for a long time. Zhu Yinuo couldn't help but cover his ears. He saw that Miss Yue'er just frowned and was different from him. He fell in love with Mo Ming again, and Mo Ming was still smiling.

Zhu Yinuo opened his eyes wide, and panic flashed across his face. He waved his sword and the guardrail was split in half. He heard that the sound was the sound of a sword, the sound of a fast sword cutting through the air. A careless person fell down, but a gust of breeze came. Zhu Yinuo, a man of about 120 pounds, was actually filled by a gust of wind and fell to Mo Ming.

Zhu Yinuo patted the dust on his body, and had no fear at all at all at the surprise just now. Mo Ming still smiled, making Qin Yueer secretly amazed.

"Mo Ming, forget it, I can't beat it, it's your turn."

Mo Ming frowned. But after a trip to the outsider, he never thought that Xiao Yinuo would say such things now.

At that time, he came out of Jinling privately and was blocked by the four guards sent by the King of Jinling and refused to leave the city. Those guards were all swordsmen of great seniority in Yi Shuihan, and any of them could deal with ten or eight Zhu Yinuo.

The boy didn't admit defeat at that time, but this time he surrendered directly.

"This man made the sword not a three-foot-long sword, but a three-inch-long sword." As soon as he finished speaking, there was a wound on his face, and blood slowly flowed out of the wound, and half of his face turned red.

Zhu Yinuo wiped the blood off the back of his hand, and his face was angry and he was almost swearing words like "fuck your mother". But Mo Ming smiled even more happily. He could see that this little brother's sword skills were so good that the boy could tell the length of the other party's sword.

Although this is not difficult and Mo Ming can do it easily, it has made a great progress in this kid.

"One promise, Bodhi has no tree, the emptiness is real..."
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