As he finished speaking, Zhong Xihou also held an air blade in his right hand. Compared with the fuzzy air blade of the visitor, the one in Zhong Xihou's hand actually looked like a dancing sword.

Zhong Xihou swung his sword and faced the visitor, who quickly retreated.

"Shushan Sword Qi, I never thought that the descendants of the great hero Zhong Nanyan would also practice Shushan Sword Qi."

"The masters of hundreds of schools of thought separate the essence and turbidity, and then merge them without abandoning them. This is the way of swordsmanship."

"People say that Hua Luo Xicheng's Wuyu Sword Technique is peerless and unique, but I believe that the person closest to the supreme place of Wuyu Sword Technique in this world is not you, Marquis Zhong Xi."

Zhong Xihou couldn't help but smile: "There are so many swordsmanships in the world, and there are many similarities. Is it possible that what you said means that besides Gu, there are people who know this Wuyu swordsmanship?"

"Not only that, in my opinion, this person's ability is above yours, Marquis Zhongxi, but below me."

The man dispersed the sword energy in his hand, turned around, and said: "Today's mission is over. Either I took the Wuyu sword or destroyed the Wuyu sword. Since you, Zhongxihou, don't have the Wuyu sword, then I, this person, will

It's all in vain. But your western land is doomed. The only reason is that Zhong Xihou's sword is too violent and can't be used. Zhong Xihou, listen, if anyone receives the order, you can open it wide.

The fists and feet are when the flowers truly fall."

With great force under his feet, he jumped onto the branch, and then jumped across the branches like a black shadow until he disappeared.

"Hey, I don't have Wuyu Sword, do you want the scrap of Tingyu Sword?" When Hua Shaohong saw the person leaving, he used his hand to make a trumpet and shouted.

Zhong Xihou picked up the broken edge of the Ice Blue Sword and looked at it carefully. It was so similar that he couldn't help but think of the Wuyu Sword. The sword itself without the sword core was already a dead sword, even the best sword sharpener in the world, Gui Po Niang.

There is no power of rejuvenation.

It's a pity, it's a pity, after all, after all these years, even if it is no longer useful, it is good to keep it as a souvenir.

"Honghong, can you use your breath to drink up thousands of birds and beasts? Can you hear the sound of a dancing fox dying with your heart?"

"Master Hou, although Shaohong is in the Hua family, he has grown up in the barren mountains and ridges where all kinds of beasts roam. He has learned the ability to drink and control the beasts. But he doesn't understand the sword."

"Everything has a heart, and I'm afraid the same goes for Wuyun Sword. Once the opportunity for Zen comes, it will be destroyed."

Zhong Xihou stuffed the broken blade of Tingyu Sword into the scabbard and returned the broken sword to the scabbard. Then he put the sword down, but saw the cold air coming out of the sheath and a harsh dragon roar. Zhong Xihou could not help but be surprised and his eyelids twitched.

Jumping, he couldn't help but grab the sword again and unsheath it.

Goodbye after unsheathing, both Zhong Xihou and Hua Shaohong were stunned.

The Tingyu sword that was cut off by Zhong Xihou was actually intact.

Hua Shaohong hurriedly grabbed the bow, picked up the arrows, and pulled the string. Naturally, Zhong Xihou knew what this boy was going to do.

Then an arrow flew forward and hit Tingyu Sword in his hand.

There was a fine line, then cracked, and the sword blade shattered. But at the scene that followed, both of them were dumbfounded. The broken blade turned into cold air and floated back to the sword, and the intact Tingyu Sword appeared again.

Seeing this scene, Zhong Xihou couldn't help but shook his head and said softly: "That's all, since you are willing to follow such a useless master like me, then it's up to you."

Hua Shaohong frowned slightly, is Mr. Hou talking to Jian?

"Xiao Xi, do you understand the suffering of Da Xia Zhong?" At that time, Yan Xiao was leaning against the stone pillar with the big insect carved on it. "The sun flies south, but there is no time for people to rejuvenate."

"There was a group of merchants from the Central Plains. The current situation did not allow them to tolerate it, so they moved their entire clan from east to west. There were wild beasts and bad guys in the wilderness. They were afraid that the people in the clan would not agree with each other, and that one day there would be disputes within the clan. They

Before they even got out of the West City, they killed and wounded countless others in fights."

"The birth of a new life is always legendary. The son of a concubine in the clan has been in love with a woman from the West for a long time. When the matter was exposed, neither the Central Plains businessman nor the natives of the West City objected to the young couple being together until the baby was born.

The day I was born.”

On this day, all the flowers in the West City have fallen, and the fallen flowers are as gorgeous as the abode of gods. The baby boy was born, and all the disputes were over. After all the wanderings, their faces were full of exhaustion, like

Wild geese unable to fly south.

"The baby boy was named Nan Yan, and this Shang clan was after Zhong Lang, the right prime minister during the reign of Emperor Jing Long Qi. Unable to tolerate the current situation, they moved their clan westward and came to Xicheng from the east. It was just following God's will."

Zhong Xihou tapped the sword in his hand with a small pink ball, listening to this story that he had never heard before. Zhong Nan Yan, the wild goose that is unable to fly south, the Xi Yan that appears every year when spring returns, the Southern Yan Nan Yan. It is the wild goose or

He is a swallow, and is he the prince of the West or the king of the world?

"Disciple has doubts."

"explain."

"Besides the fleeting years that will never come back, what else can scare a man who is admired by thousands of people like God?

Powerless?"

Yan Xiao took a sip of the wine in the bowl. The wine still didn't taste good, but he had to drink it: "Then Xiaoxi, what do you think makes people more afraid and powerless than the fleeting years that are gone forever?"

"All people grow old, what about you?"

"I won't."

The scene emerged, and Zhong Xihou seemed to understand what he said at that time, and he would not disobey God's will when it happened. People will eventually grow old after a hundred years of life, so what's the use of being afraid? He suddenly envied his junior brother and talked to him heart-to-heart.

This kid could actually lament that immortal cultivators live too long, just like a normal person.

What common people yearn for is the place where my junior brother is helpless. With such emotion, I don’t know whether to comfort him or give him a beating with his fist.

"Honghong, what else do you know about Yan Yunqi?"

"Yan Yunqi is divided into eight levels according to the Buddhist saying 'Eight Divisions of Heavenly Dragons'. I think the Marquis knows this. If we talk about the masters among them, I'm afraid that although the Marquis is a top-notch celestial being, he may not be the leader.

Ziqi."

"Ziqi?"

Hua Shaohong nodded. Not many people dared to speak to Zhong Xihou like this, and even fewer people dared to deny him.

"There are twelve top masters in the Yanyun Cavalry. They are named after the hour. Zi Chou Yin Mao, Chen Si Wu Wei, Shen You Xuhai, there are twelve people in total."

"How does Honghong think Gu Ben ranks among the twelve?"

"The wisest man in the world knows everything and dares to say, 'Looking for the doctor Peach Blossom Fairy, asking for the sword Zhong Xihou', it shows that the Marquis is a rare capable person in the world. He knows everything and can say this because there are some capable people lurking here.

The world is unknown. Even if he knew it, he couldn't tell everything. It was just a few words. Naturally, he couldn't give a definite answer, so he didn't say more." Hua Shaohong paused. The so-called master among the people is probably like this, "Hou

I’m afraid the only thing I’m capable of is Chensi Wuwei...”

"Oh, you haven't even entered the top three."

Zhong Xihou naturally understood that Hua Shaohong did not dare to say that Zhong Xihou was invincible, nor did he dare to say that Yan Yunqi's men were better than Zhong Xihou, so he chose a middle value perfunctorily.

Marquis Zhong Xi was laughing, but Hua Shaohong didn't dare to laugh. Who dared to deny him like this, I'm afraid there is no other person in the world except this man who has always been with wild beasts.

"The Sword Master Leng and his junior brother, if they were among the twelve knights, what kind of status would they have?"

Hua Shaohong actually laughed, calmed down, and said in a calm voice: "Few people have seen these two people treat people with their true skills. If these two people had the rumored skills, I'm afraid Lord Leng would be under the Twelve Riders, and

The master of Ying Hall is only the fourth."

Zhongxihou curled his lips and smiled, and Hua Shaohong realized that the trouble was coming from his mouth. Zhongxihou was only in the fifth to eighth place, but Yingying was ranked fourth just based on rumors. I'm afraid he knew everything and didn't dare to say it like this.

"Honghong, let's go."

"where to?"

"Go with me to see the world."

Zhong Xihou suddenly paused and asked again: "Honghong, Lord Leng, are you really so unbearable?"

Hua Shaohong shook her head and explained: "Not many people dare to say whether Hall Master Leng's ability is high or low, because he is unwilling to take action, but he has never been defeated."

When Zhong Xihou heard this, he laughed. He was unwilling to take action and had never been defeated. How deep should this sword be hidden? Who is its owner?

"Also, Brother Ying is not really a swordsman."

Zhong Xihou was a little confused when he heard this, but later he thought about it, if he didn't have such talent, he really shouldn't force himself.

At the gate of Jinling City, the two masters guarding the city, Yi Shuihan, closed their eyes to rest. Suddenly, they felt an inexplicable pressure and suddenly opened their eyes. With the same movement, they looked towards the city gate.

The image of the person who acted like this was too obvious. He was a tall and stupid man who was as tall as a bamboo pole.

This silly guy had a silly smile on his face, and there was a bit of idiotic energy in his smile. He was taking off the bamboo tube on his back, and opened it. It was a strange-looking sword. I can barely call it a sword.

After the two visually inspected it, they found that the "sword" was probably four and a half feet long and as thick as two fingers. The blade was not sharpened and the tip was polished to a round shape. It was said that it was a sword, but it should be said that it was a stick or a mace.

It is a whip. It is said to be a sword because it has all the characteristics of a sword, such as the blade, the spine, the sword, the sword, the sword wax, the sword stem, the sword grid, and the sword head. It lacks the bridle and has a sword.

Scabbard, of course, if that bamboo tube can be considered a scabbard.

How can such a tall, thin, silly, and foolish man not attract attention if he is equipped with a four-and-a-half-foot long sword?

The person who led this idiot into the city was a woman, who was probably no more than thirty. She was wearing a light yellow gown that was so wide that it covered her entire curve. The yellow gauze used to cover her face on the bamboo hat was also lifted up.

Can see the appearance clearly.

The two swordsmen looked at her and saw that the woman had a plain appearance, but there was an arrogance between her eyebrows that was more than that of a man. They didn't know who her husband was, but she had been oppressed by this woman all year round.

The two of them joked with each other about the woman's appearance and temperament. Seeing the woman leading the idiot into the city, the two of them started playing guessing games.

The swordsman in the blue cloth uniform lost, cursed a few words in a low voice, jumped off the side wall, and disappeared into the crowd. The swordsman in the blue cloth uniform who stayed behind couldn't help but muttered a few words, anyway, they were just a few words.

He talked dirty in the street, and then continued to meditate with his eyes closed.

Perhaps it was because the afternoon was so peaceful that he fell asleep lightly and even had a small dream. It was better not to dream, but when he did, he was immediately woken up and was already covered in sweat.

He dreamed that the cave he once lived in was burned down, and his whole family was killed by the thick smoke. The man who set the fire was still smiling at him, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see the man's face clearly.

He wiped his face and thought that it was time to go home. After finishing work today, he would talk to the supervisor when he got back. After all, they were Yi Shuihan's swordsmen, unlike the city patrols and government guards.
To be continued...