"Master Hou, do you really plan to keep these two people?"

"Xiao Liang, what do you think?"

Yan Hude took out a bamboo slip from his arms. The bamboo slip was written with dense characters. Zhong Xihou could not understand this kind of writing. He roughly guessed that it was the writing of the barbarians.

"What's the use of giving me something I can't understand?"

"All the strange and secret techniques among my three kingdoms are here."

"Then Xiaoliang, have you practiced?"

"This is what was left in the forehead register."

"I don't understand, so why don't you tell me what this secret technique has to do with those two people?"

"Among the secret arts of the barbarians, there is a secret technique written in Chinese, called the art of turning around. The art of turning around is not the art of immortality. The art of turning around can only keep a person's appearance young forever. The laughter and tears of the sky and the earth may be from the barbarians."

Zhong Xihou looked back and forth at the bamboo slip carefully. He didn't recognize the words on it and couldn't understand why. "It seems that those who cultivate immortality can stay young forever without practicing the turning technique. Then I am even more...

I don’t understand, tell me, if I didn’t save you back then, would you still be a master of swordsmanship with Yi Shuihan now?”

"If he wanted to learn swordsmanship, Yan Hude could have secretly learned Zhong Xihou's Wuyun Sword and Tingyu Sword Master's Tingyu Sword."

"That's easy to say. According to your words, those two people are barbarians. It seems that Zhu Jianying is really not simple, and Yi Shuihan is really not simple either."

"Among people, the dragon, phoenix, and immortal world ranger, these powers should not be underestimated. The extremes of things will inevitably turn back, and the barbarian secret arts will also backlash. I am afraid that the silent tears will be like this because of the backlash of the magic."

"It's better for this man not to speak. You can't look at people when you hear their voices. If you look at people, you shouldn't let him make any noise." Zhong Xihou was silent. He raised his hand to signal Yan Hude not to talk too much.

"The guests are here, so of course we can't neglect them."

The phoenix screamed through the sky, and there was another "bang", a burst of blue smoke, and the red-clothed ghost-faced visitor slowly fell from the sky.

"I'll tell you some news, some news that will make you happy."

Zhong Xihou looked at the man wearing the mask, and he personally took off the mask that made the world laugh and cry silently, but this man's mask could not be taken off by him.

But Junior Brother, Junior Brother, even though I have seen your true face, I still have no interest in you as a brother. There are people with similar faces in the world, so why do you never see the light of day?

"What news can make me happy? Is it possible that the position of the owner of Muhan Tower should be given to me?"

"Go away." Ying Ruge spit out such a word, corrected her expression, and continued, "What I want to tell you is that the man who knew the swordsmanship in the world is dead. He took your Wuyu sword and my Baiyun with him.

Sword, he took Yi Shuihan with him, he took the bloodthirsty sword with him, he took Qixing Liuyun with him, and he left with a pile of waste paper."

Zhong Xihou's smile was silent. He couldn't laugh, or he didn't know how to laugh.

"Shenren Zhuge, is the immortal gone?"

"God? It's because too many people regard him as an alien that makes him suffer so much."

"Then what do you think of him?"

Ying Ruge pulled out the sword on her back, and the sword began to fade away from its rust, revealing its dazzling golden light: "He gave me the Wuyu sword manual, and I burned it. He asked me to choose any sword manual from all over the world as a gift, but I declined."

"You are confused..."

Ying Ruge raised his sword and pointed it at Zhong Xihou's eyebrows: "What about you, Zhong Xihou..."

"If a person knows that he is going to die, what will he do to the person he likes? If this person is worthy of giving up his life, then what should this person do?"

Zhong Xihou also drew his sword, but his sword did not shine with dazzling light. His sword was calm, as quiet as the surface of a lake in summer. There was no wind or rain, and there was no ripple on the water.

Originally, Zhong Xihou planned to exchange a few words with Xiao Liang and then return to the inn. I wonder if that girl Tian Qin demolished the inn at this moment.

"Then you should let me know what Zhuge Ding, the literary sword sage, taught you?"

"Before I met you Zhong Xihou, I was never confused."

"So you became confused after meeting me?"

"My purpose has never changed."

"People will be confused, not because of any purpose or person, but because of yourself, the majestic and domineering person.

The purpose of the Venerable Muhanlou on one side has not been clear from the beginning, let alone shaken or confused. Draw your sword, if you still don't understand the teachings of Yan Xiao and you, Zhuge Ding and you, you will still lose."

Long Yao was thrown out of his hand, and the sword flew out like a golden dragon emerging from the abyss. It had been preparing for this move for a long time.

There was a dragon roar and Zhong Xihou dodged. He was not as calm as before. Several hairs he raised were cut off by the sharp sword. Zhong Xihou put his left hand on the ground and raised his right leg to press on Ying Ruge's left shoulder.

His left leg also kicked towards Ying Ruge in an instant, and at the same time, the sword slashed his lower body.

"Ha!" With a shout, Zhong Xihou was shaken away by more than four feet and was knocked against the wall. On the way, Zhong Xihou's body sank, and the Dragon Yao Golden Sword flew back against his face.

, fell firmly into the hands of his master.

"I have heard that the methods used by Master Gui Controller Ying Ruge have always been unkind, and that is indeed the case."

Zhong Xihou turned over and stood upright. There was a dull pain in his shocked abdomen, but the more pain was in his shoulders, which were covered with gauze and plaster.

He looked around the small courtyard. There were already broken tables and chairs, broken cups and pots, and tea and wine spilled all over the floor. However, the barbaric young man seemed to be sitting leisurely on the roof watching the two people fight, holding a hand in his hand.

Holding the leather jug ​​filled with kumiss.

"You are really a laid-back person. Your master is already like this, and you are still so chic."

"There are many problems with your words. Yan Hude is indeed loyal to Marquis Zhongxi, but he is not my master. Secondly, the Marquis may not be at a disadvantage."

"Furthermore, when fighting with someone, whoever dares to step forward will probably be tired of living if he is not afraid of being cut by my sword." Zhong Xihou thrust out the sword, his movements still simple and unnecessary. Ying Ruge held the sword

In one stroke, the Wuyu Sword was nailed to the side of the Longyao Golden Sword. "Broken!" The sword energy made an explosion like an artillery piece, and the white sword energy formed a circle and shook Ying Ruge away.

"A sword can be masculine, but it cannot be domineering!" This sentence is said by many swordsmen, and it is not a big problem. It is interesting and interesting only when it is uttered by a swordsman like Zhong Xihou.

Ying Ruge flew up again, his sword looked like a dragon swimming out of the sea, and the dragon looked like a hungry dragon that hadn't eaten in a thousand years.

Cherish the flowers!

This domineering sword instantly became gentle after a move of "Cherish Flowers and Embroider Shadows". The sword energy was like a girl's warm hand caressing a person's face, leaving behind not a lingering fragrance, but scars.

As soon as the sword thrust out, Zhong Xihou turned over, and the lingering sword still followed him.

Trace empty!

Zhong Xihou turned his sword and slashed with his backhand. The floor tiles in the small courtyard shattered in an instant, and the lingering sword energy was dispersed.

The wind is dancing with the moon - the mirror of moonlight!

Zhong Xihou threw his sword towards Ying Ruge, and his sword produced one hundred and eight sword auras. These sword auras were like slowly falling late autumn yellow leaves, with gentle and slow movements. However, such leaves can hurt people and kill people.

.

Ying Ruge swung her sword to draw a flaming red rune, which was a rune of flame. The rune began to rotate, and the Yin-Yang, Qian-Kun and Yin-Yang opened, and the inside was like a black hole whose depths could not be seen, sucking in all the sword energy.

Got in.

"Extremely stupid." Zhong Xihou sheathed his sword and put it into its sheath. The sword made a chirping sound, a buzzing sound, as fine as mosquitoes flying past his ears in summer.

"I can dance with your wind today..." Ying Ruge pressed his hand on his abdomen. His clothes were soaked. This fishy smell was his blood. His blood was thick and black,

"when?"

"Junior brother, why don't you open your Qiyuan to break Hongmeng, and then fight with your brother?"

"Whether it is Hongmeng or prehistoric, the realm of cultivation is nothing but bullshit..."

"That's right, Junior Brother, Junior Brother, your sword is still lacking too much after all."

"Then tell me, what does your Zhongxihou's sword rely on?"

"You want me to tell you?" Yan Hude fell from the roof. He held the ground with one hand and couldn't pick up any dust. He looked around and couldn't help but sigh, "Master Hou, I'm afraid I don't have enough money to pay for these things.

."

"I didn't break this, and it's Master Mu Hanlou who will pay for the compensation." Zhong Xihou straightened a chair, sat down, and then raised another teapot that seemed to be intact. The tea came from the bottom of the pot.

Flow out slowly.

"Faith, although it sounds illusory. Does your venerable Lord have faith?" Yan Hude

He straightened his voice slightly and continued, "In the eyes of the Marquis, there is no fear in the world, only glory is indispensable."

"Glory? Hehe, hehe, hehehe..."

"Whether it's glory or true intention, people without faith are just like living corpses."

Ying Ruge put away her sword and was about to leave when Yan Hude called out to him again.

"His Holiness has not paid yet."

"I forgot, I don't have any money." Ying Ruge said this, and waved his hand gently. A red feather turned into a fire phoenix and came out of nowhere. It screamed. He exerted his strength under his feet, jumped onto the back of the phoenix, and flew from there.

Far.

"Hey, the thirteen most powerful ghost masters in the world don't even bring a few tables and chairs with them when they go out."

"The Marquis is nothing more than this. He is a dignified city lord, but when he goes out, he only has less than ten taels of silver on him."

"I am diligent and frugal, as the lord of a city should be..."

Zhong Xihou watched the phoenix turn into little sparks, and couldn't help but secretly sigh, Junior Brother, Junior Brother, you are both one of the Three Braves in the World with me, and you are from the same sect, is it possible that you really are nothing more than what you were capable of in ancient times? Or maybe Yan Xiao was so cruel in the past?

It's still difficult to break the seal even though it's started?
To be continued...