When Yan Hude heard this, he was speechless.

Indeed, in the era when the Great Khan Tieyan was the leader, the various states were so domineering that they were completely the overlords of this land.

It's a pity that after only a hundred years, the glory was lost. And after a thousand years, the people even lost their homes.

"A reckless man will never become a proud man, but he who steals the country with wisdom will always be prosperous."

Yan Hude snorted coldly and asked, "King Gui, are you still determined to give up?"

"I am the only one in the art of controlling dragons. The Marquis has the talent to dominate the world. It's a pity..."

"Zuojun's dream is really a joke sometimes. Even if his name is not the Marquis of the West, so what? You really don't understand what the Marquis wants."

King Gui's expression finally changed. She was confused and asked, "Then you understand what the Marquis is thinking?"

Yan Hude also stood up, patted the dust on his butt, and said: "Keep an eye on that woman and you will be a meritorious minister."

"Then what are you going to do?"

"If you have nothing to do, go and help the Marquis look after someone."

When Yan Hude left the house, King Gui was even more confused. She didn't care who Yan Hude wanted to see and live with. He cared about what the Marquis was thinking. Is it that cheap servant?

The wind blew up, and King Gui's hair was tousled by the wind, revealing most of her originally covered profile. She was also young, and her beauty as a young lady, although she could not be said to be alluring, was definitely beautiful and lovely. What a pity, what a pity. , on such a face as carefully carved as porcelain, there is actually the mark of a death row prisoner.

The scar from the iron brand was on the left side of her face, which was shocking.

Perhaps except for Marquis Zhong Xi, no one knows the past of the nameless King Gui, and what her family is like.

Everyone has their own story. Unfortunately, in a big story, there are only a few protagonists. Those small characters, no matter how wonderful they are, are just supporting roles. Naturally, no one cares about them.

"When wind and water rise, dragons can emerge from the abyss. The world is about to be in chaos. How can I not be the king?"

This is the residence of Zhong Xihou. No spies dare to approach it. It is precisely because no spies dare to approach it that King Gui dares to sigh like this.

An estimated hour later, in the bamboo forest outside Jinling City, Zhong Xihou, dressed in white robe, was sitting alone in a simple pavilion.

Bamboo leaves are blown down by the wind, flipping and falling in the air, or the wind blows them up and flies to higher places.

Zhong Xihou put the Tingyu Sword on the stone table, leaned against the pavilion pillar and looked at a bamboo leaf that he had been paying attention to for a long time.

The bamboo leaf was estimated to be about the size of his little finger. The bamboo leaf was not complete, with some damage at one end. The bamboo leaf was not all blue, and was a little yellow in the middle.

When Zhong Xihou arrived at the bamboo pavilion, the bamboo leaf had already begun to fall. As a result, nearly a quarter of an hour later, it was blown up again and again by the wind and never fell.

Zhong Xihou couldn't help but strike twice, and his fingertips turned into soft sword energy, trying to knock the bamboo leaf off. Unfortunately, it was about to fall to the ground, Feng'er was always naughty and wouldn't let him succeed.

He had already taken action twice, but it was only three times, so he couldn't make another move. He just stared blankly, but he still couldn't see such a lifeless broken bamboo leaf falling to the ground.

"Hoo", with the sound of wind, something flew quickly from behind.

Zhong Xihou twisted his head to one side, and the object landed on the stone table without leaning to the right side, standing firmly on the scabbard of Tingyu Sword.

A jar of wine, a jar of sweet and bitter wine.

Its name is Tears Abandoned Wine.

"You are really thoughtful, you went out of your way to ask for a drink from that difficult boss lady."

The visitor responded: "Xu Qinghe wants something from me, and the reward I ask for is these two jars of fine wine in your hands."

The person who came was taller than Zhong Xihou, about three fingers taller. He was wearing a loose orange robe that allowed the wind to flow in and out. His unruly long hair was already clipped in black and white, and he was probably someone who didn't know how to take care of his face.

.

He really looks like the heroic hero in the book, who travels around the world freely.

But the strange thing is that his hands, from the palms to the forearms, are all a blood-like red, which makes people feel chills running down their spines.

He slowly walked into the bamboo pavilion with a pot of wine, sat down at the stone table, and looked at the Tingyu Sword on the table. He couldn't help but chuckle and said: "I know you have something else to replace the Wuyu Sword, but you didn't

I thought about it, the Tingyu Sword that that boy Hua Shaohong kept was originally meant to be given to you."

"What's the matter? If Honghong doesn't give me the sword, will someone else be the master?"

The person who came was of course none other than someone else, and there was no way there was anyone else in the world with such a pair of weird bloody hands. Riding a donkey and dozing off, calling each other good friends with the sword master of the Mo family, and forcing Ying Ruge to retreat with the same blood phoenix, it was natural that he was

Yanyun rides Maoqi, Hongmengxin.

Most of the rumors about Hongmeng Xin are just talk among people in the world before and after dinner. It is meaningless to argue whether it is true or not. Some people say that he is the master of Yanyun Cavalry second only to Jiu Dian Yanyu. However, because he does not like fighting, he rides

Wei Mao. Some people also say that there were actually eight of the seven Hongmeng monsters that Yan Xiao killed, and the eighth was Hongmeng Xin.

Some people even say that the reason why Hongmengxin is

Hongmeng Xin, it is precisely because of him, the Lord of Hongmeng, that he is invincible under heaven and man.

Of course, no one can verify whether it is true or false, but the Blood Phoenix who was able to push back the Hongmeng Realm, and Ying Ruge, who was suppressed by the realm at that time but was not in the Hongmeng Realm, ignored the realm and fought against the strong. Their cultivation is unfathomable, and since

It also proves eighty-nine.

"If you want to take away this sword, it doesn't matter if you are alone. I'm afraid that the twelfth junior brother will go to the ends of the world to seek revenge."

"Oh, Sword Master Ting Yu? I heard that this child is a ruthless man who killed his biological father, Hei Wuchang. You are actually the senior brother of such a monster."

There is no evidence as to why the Tingyu Sword Master killed Hei Wuchang, and no one knows the reason. However, the Tingyu Sword Master did kill Hei Wuchang, and he did so with an unknown blue long sword.

Hei Wuchang's Tingyu Sword.

"I have a few questions about Yan Yunqi. Can Brother Hongmeng help?"

"But it doesn't matter."

"Okay, Zi is the misty rain at nine points, Mao is your Hongmeng heart, You is the wolf king under Gu's command. Although Xu comes and goes under the pseudonym Kong Kong, his body skills cannot escape Huidong's eyes. He must be Cangfeng with ghost hands, and Hai is Ye Weiyang

, Ye Weiyang heard that he was just in name and never acted according to the instructions. How many other people can explain one by one? "

When Hongmeng Xin heard this, he realized that this was the question. He laughed, raised the jar and took a sip of wine, wiping the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand. When he drank it, the Abandoned Tears wine was fragrant and very refreshing in the mouth. But when the wine flowed into his stomach, it was not burning.

, it’s the kind of itch that can’t be explained clearly, or it can be called itchy.

Very strange feeling.

"Chou, you have heard the name, but I don't think I have ever interacted with you. I know you well so I can't tell you. As for the other people, I can tell you that Chen's name is Mr. Badou, and his name is Ji Ming Hanfeng. Naturally, he is the one who asked you to compete with him.

A sword comes from the east of the sword."

When Zhong Xihou heard about these two people, he couldn't help but smile. He sucked the wine from the jar of Immortal Drunken Wine that was pressed on the Tingyu Sword. He opened the seal of the wine and took a sip.

Seeing Zhong Xihou's skill, Hongmeng couldn't help but find it interesting.

"It seems you are very accustomed to this wine."

"No matter how eccentric she is, Xu Qinghe, since she is in the city that never sleeps, she naturally knows who is the king."

"I heard that the floating cloud swordsman, who is becoming famous, has been looking for Mr. Badou."

When Marquis Zhongxi heard that Fuyunzi was looking for Mr. Badou, he couldn't help but find it interesting. Could it be that he wanted to make Mr. Badou admit that he was also a genius of the younger generation?

"You once owed me a favor, can you pay it back today?"

"Oh, a favor that doesn't even require Wu Yujian?"

"I want you to quit the world sword sect for the Mo family!"

When Hong Mengxin heard that Zhong Xihou was actually doing this, he couldn't help frowning and drank a few more sips of wine. He put the wine jar on his lap, changed the subject, and asked: "This Nayun Shou,

Who taught you?"

"Do you also recognize this call as Nayun Shou?"

Hong Mengxin laughed heartily and said: "How can I not recognize Fairy Baiyun's famous stunts, the Cloud-Napping Hand and the Wind-Expelling Palm?"

"Since you know that it is Fairy Baiyun's famous stunt, it is possible that you don't know that Gu and Ying Ruge are brothers in the same sect."

"Senior brother who has no mercy, are you willing to teach you this kind of skill?"

Zhong Xihou drank a mouthful of wine from the altar and said nothing.

"Since you asked me about Yan Yunqi, maybe you can tell me about the thirteen cavalry under the command of your Lord of the West, Zhong Xihou?"

"None of the people below Gu have reached the Hongmeng realm. Could it be that the seven former Hongmeng disciples also felt that these thirteen people would pose a threat to Yan Yunqi?"

Although his tone was toneless, the ridicule was clearly evident.

"Haha, the Wind Spirit King is a natural-born general, but unfortunately he has no brains, so he will never be able to inherit your mantle. Yan Hude has been with me for many years, and he thought he was a spy sent by the empire to your city that never sleeps, but he didn't expect this kid to be a young boy. Qingchuanzhi

Lord, I heard that this person likes scenery, which is unlikely to be a big deal. However, among your thirteen people, there are two children that I really like. Why don't you give these two to me, and I will give up my life as a king and replace him.

Are you protecting the Mo family?"

Zhong Xihou naturally understood who the two children Hongmeng was talking about were referring to.

His hand formed into a claw, and he used Nayun's hand again. The ice blue Tingyu Sword on the stone table flew back and was held in his hand. He stood up, holding the sword in his left hand and holding the wine jar in his right hand, and walked towards Jinling City.

"Aren't you willing to do this kind of business? You, Marquis Zhongxi, really can't be a businessman."

"As the lord of a city, I have someone to take care of my business."

"Zhong Xihou, I have a message for you. A general is as quick as a star, and a traveler knows the distance. Although those two children are not yet ready, they may be your life-saving straw in the future."

"Then thank you Brother Hongmeng for your advice. If Brother Hongmeng has no intention of getting involved in the Mo family's affairs, then why not just take Xiao Liang with you and keep him safe for the rest of his life."

Zhongxihou walked away in an instant, leaving Hongmeng Xin sitting alone in the bamboo pavilion. He leaned against the pillars of the pavilion just like Zhongxihou had done before, looking up at the scenery outside the pavilion, drinking wine, and watching the bamboo leaves falling.
To be continued...