Zhu Yinuo couldn't hold it in his arms and burst out laughing. Whose name was sour?

"It's funny, but you definitely don't know that the world laughs are the world laughs, and tears are silent. You won't know that as long as you two say one word, this Gemini swordsman on the second place in the Qingfeng list is willing to die for you."

Zhu Yinuo couldn't understand, and he wouldn't know that Mo Ming had already understood these answers.

But Mo Ming still asked: "Heaven and earth laughed, and tears were silent. Is it Yi Shuihan's swordsman?"

"Hahaha, yes, not." The old prince didn't keep it in hiding, but just continued to explain to the two young grandchildren, "They are not ordinary swordsmen, but one of the three giants of Yi Shuihan, Zonghengzi."

Mo Ming seemed to suddenly realize that Zong Hengzi, Zong Hengzi! He smiled slightly again.

Zhu Yinuo couldn't understand why this laugh was so strange, but the old prince understood it very well and was relieved. Among his younger generations, Jian Ying, who had lost his soul and was crazy in the past, ended his life. Jian Wang, who had been sick, weak and unable to practice martial arts since childhood, was in a state of a knight, and was regarded as a genius since childhood but was unwilling to enter the world. Today, Xiao Mo Ming laughed fiercely.

The old prince was very satisfied when he heard this.

Maybe his little Mo Ming would not understand why he was so excited after knowing that Tiandi's smile and tears were silent. But the old prince understood in his heart that the laughter was exactly the same as the laughter made by his third brother when his right hand was deposed and left Lincheng.

It will eventually be boring to gallop across a vast grassland for a hundred miles, and people can only enjoy climbing the peaks and being difficult to predict.

"Yinuo, what do you think your elder brother is alone?"

Zhu Yinuo had not expected that, in the same way, he had forgotten that he had three brothers, and he also forgot that he had called a little brother, a little brother, and a brother.

What kind of person is my brother? What kind of person is my brother?

"Is he really a playboy? The old man has seen countless people, so how could he be so confused that he has made his prince? Yi Shuihan, who is the second-place in the fog, was created by him."

"When does it begin?"

Zhu Yinuo stood up and frowned and asked.

"It's seventeen or eighteen years old. Ming'er is about six years old, and Yi Promise you are still in your infancy."

"He at that time..."

Mo Ming interrupted Zhu Yinuo. Yinuo would not believe that his elder brother would set up such an organization. If Zhu Yinuo really could only be silly at that time, Mo Ming was six years old and Zhu Jianying was twenty-one years old. At the age of twenty-one, what did he do now?

"Jiannan's body, ah." The old prince sighed. The old prince had also found someone who had taken the soul and soul. After all, he was a tiger poison and did not eat anything. Perhaps it was because of Zhu Jiannan's swearing eyes and his words "I, Zhu Jiannan, will let Zhu Yinuo be recorded in history, and a wise monarch for the ages." The old prince gave up that idea and suspected that it was right or wrong, but he had no choice but to take care of so many things in this area.

"Yinuo..." Mo Ming's eyes signaled, but the child did not look at him, and he was still muttering in a low voice, 18 years ago, 18 years ago...

"The old man didn't participate in the matter of Yi Shuihan too much. There were too many things. If you were to listen to it, it would be better to have you and you both be in it yourself and understand it more clearly."

Mo Ming coughed, but Zhu Yinuo still didn't respond. He had to bow to King Jinling: "Xuan Tu should avoid this matter."

The old prince waved his hand. He liked this grandson so much and hoped that the baby was surnamed Zhu. But because the baby was too smart, gradually, he became unfamiliar with the baby and he no longer liked it so much.

Until one day, he was discussing matters with the advisor in the study room. His grandson, who was not bad in martial arts but was so sour, was covered in blood and limped open the secret door of the study room. He always remembered the surprised expression when he saw him. When he saw the little grandson kneeling on one knee, he realized that the bitter leaf tea that he had pulled his beard when he was a child, the little mo Ming and the little Xuantu had grown up. Of course, he could no longer hold the little Xuantu in his arms to coax him to sleep.

"Silly kid, what else do you don't know about the Zhu family?"

Grandpa, grandpa, this should be such a kind name. The child also has his own blood flowing in his body. Is his surname Mo or Zhu? Is it important?

But that day, the child shouted out a title, which was better than a bolt from the blue for the King of Jinling, who had been scattered for decades.

See the prince!

The little grandson actually spit out four strange words, "See the Prince"!

"Yi Shuihan was established because Jian Ying made a group of good sword friends in the world. Of course, if it weren't for that bad chess, there wouldn't be the Yi Shuihan we are today."

"How did Yi Shuihan get it?" Similarly, Zhu Yinuo felt hatred in his heart. Looking at his grandfather, why did he never tell him such a thing even though he was practicing sword?

"Do you know the Sword Saint of Wen?"

"Zhuge Ding, the Saint of Wenjian?"

The old prince smiled and nodded. The sword score was given by Zhuge Ding, which is probably somewhat unacceptable. The Sword Saint Wen is the elder of that building, and Yi Shuihan should not have been circulated outside the building.

"Zhuge Ding is a literati, and also a lewd embryo who is greedy for the wind and dust. In that kind of occasion, you have no wealth or extraordinary martial arts, and you will eventually be able to get it."

"So, my brother saved the Sword Saint Wen?"

The old prince nodded, and he was laughing at this loyal man in the world.

"When Jianying introduced me, he said that he would never believe that the poor old scholar who was beaten into a pig's head would write Yi Shuihan's sword score. He asked people, the sword technique was extremely exquisite, and how to suspect it was not a pragmatic thing."

"Can't the people in Muhan Tower Yi Shuihan?"

"Is there a few arrogant and arrogant people in the world who rely on their talents? He is well-versed in the swordsmanship but has no power. He can only guide others to practice swords but never teach others. Even Bai Xiaotian at that time, he only gave him a set of Baishuang swordsmanship. Baishuang is not as precious as Yi Shuihan Eleven."

"So Yi Shuihan belongs to our Zhu family?"

The old prince and his grandson asked and answered questions and answered each other, and nodded from time to time, but his eyes never moved away from his grandson. He suddenly felt sorry for the child, and he would never forget the look he looked when he knelt on one knee that day, strange, strange and terrible.

He also asked Zhu Jiannan why Mo Ming and his little Xuan Tu were there that day?

Zhu Jiannan just took a sip of tea and said softly, because his mo Ming was Zhu Jiannan, his brother Zhu Yinuo, and his brother who was thicker than water.

How should I compensate him? It is not fair to him to let Xiao Xuantu take these things down now.

However, this world is unfair.

"Yi Shuihan has three giants, Blood Phoenix, Lei Niu, and Zonghengzi."

"Who is the Blood Phoenix?"

"Old man can only tell you that the Blood Phoenix is ​​a direct disciple of the former sword saint Hei Wuchang."

"Then this person is also related to Muhanlou?"

"The blood phoenix comes and goes and is not subject to Yi Shuihan's constraints. If the swordsmen in the organization want to deal with him, most of them will be damaged before they can hurt him."

Zhu Yinuo also asked, Mo Ming stopped him and should let Yinuo know. The old prince would not hide it from him. If he didn't want him to know, Yinuo wouldn't know it from him.

"Grandpa, who is Lei Niu?"

Mo Ming's eyelids were beating, and the answer was clear, but what else did Sha Yinuo ask? Suddenly, Mo Ming thought of something, and he wondered why that person had to hide for so many years?

"Lei Niu, you two are very familiar with each other, just Xindu Nu, Xiao Lei."

"The foreign man beside the man who advised the man?" Zhu Yinuo said in a daze.

"The man in Yishuihan uses a sword, Xiaolei..."

"He has a sword that doesn't light up easily. Yinuo, may you let him draw his sword?"

Zhu Yinuo didn't know how to answer. Xiao Lei was Zhu Jiannan's close friend. If he refused to show his sword for Zhu Jiannan, how could he show his sword for himself?

"In addition, the white-clothed swordsman You Lingxi, who is closely related to you, is also known as Yi Shuihan."

Zhu Yinuo did not respond, Mo Ming looked surprised. Zhu Yinuo was meditating and traveling to Lingxi. He had heard of his name but never saw it.

But how can this Youlingxi be related to me? Who is this Youlingxi?

"He would always take advantage of the actions related to the Mohist school at all costs. But this person still doesn't know how to control or contact him. It's also a joke, a big joke."

"In other words, Ming'er is Youlingxi!"

Zhu Yinuo didn't understand the reason, so he looked at Mo Ming on the left and King Jinling on the right.

The old prince nodded happily. He was so satisfied with this doll, but why, if his surname was Zhu but Mo, how great would it be?

"It's shameful. In order to prove this talented talent in Youlingxi in the past, I deliberately put Ming'er in danger. As expected, it fell from the sky with a faint white light like a god."

"A talent that is not in the world?"

The old prince nodded. Obviously, even he himself couldn't believe that such a non-human or demon could not be used in Yi Shuihan.

Jiannan once conducted a small experiment. You Lingxi showed his ability. In addition to the rare blood phoenix and the disdainful Zonghengzi, Yi Shuihanzhong, even the Lei Niu was once deprived of both hands.

"Grandpa, I have another question, how should I command them?"

When the words were lingering, Qin Yue'er handed a sandalwood box to lingering and lingering and lingering and lingering and lingering and lingering and lingering and lingering and lingering and lingering and lingering, there were a string of Buddhist beads. After counting, there were twenty-seven pieces in total.

"These twenty-seven sages were found by Brother Dao for you."

"Is this fat man afraid that I will really cut him down and dare not show up. What are the twenty-seven sages?"

"Those who follow faith, those who follow the law, those who believe in and understand, those who see the truth, those who are upright, those who are in a family, those who are in a family, those who are in advance, those who are in advance, those who are in advance, those who are in advance, those who are in advance, those who are in advance, those who are in the future, those who are in the future, and those who are in the future, are in the future, and those who are in the future, and those who are in the future, are in the future.

Those who come to the fruit, those who do not return to the fruit, those who do not return to the fruit, those who are middle-aged, those who are born, those who have practiced, those who do not do, and those who are upper-level, these eighteen learners who are retreating, thinking, protecting the Dharma, holding on to the Dharma, being able to achieve the Dharma, not moving, and not retreating, and understanding the Dharma, and fearing the Dharma, these nine things cannot be done."

Ying Ruge was not concerned about the twenty-seven sages. What he cared about was Qin Yueer's serious face, and his brow was slightly frowned and he wanted to stop angry.

Qin Yue'er said one by one that the twenty-seven sages contain Hinayana patriarchal principles, and fortune lies in the individual. He lingered like a song and smiled, supported his temples with his fists, and looked at Qin Yue'er quietly. He had no intention of the content and the illusory things, but suddenly felt that Yue'er was so beautiful.

"It can be considered to have found you, the ragged monk." Qin Yue'er looked up and the black-faced swordsman in white stood on the wall and looked towards them. When she turned around, Ying Ruge had already covered her face with her ghost-faced fangs.

"Zhongxihou."

"Why don't you know what this is? Let me look at the signboard, Oh, the wine fairy is the property of the city of Lonely Never Sleeping."

"What are you going to do?"

Qin Yue'er frowned. Although there was a wine fairy drunk in Jinling for only a few years, Mu Han Tower had been observing for a long time and there was nothing unusual. He would never think about what would be related to the city that never sleeps.

"I heard Yan Xiao say that Junior Brother Ruge was the only disciple of Baiyun Canggou before entering the brothel. Now, do you still remember what kind of sword Baiyun's sword is?"

"The city lord wants to know which sword is sharper in Bai Yun and Zhong Nanyan?"

"Little junior brother? How many moves do you want to go through with your senior brother?"

"How did you know that I have gotten a good sword these days?" Ying Ruge untied his bag and showed the sword, pulled it out, and the sword was covered in rust.
To be continued...