Hearing this nickname, Zhu Jiannan couldn't help but feel a little scared and afraid.
He guessed who the handsome man in black robes in front of him was. He heard that he had disappeared without knowing his whereabouts, but he could think of this man's ancestors. Each generation would travel around the same age and never return.
Zhu Jiannan still couldn't believe that this handsome man in black robe was really the person he had guessed.
Heipao Ke looked at Zhu Jiannan. Although his eyes were cold, he could not see any killing intent. Therefore, although Zhu Jiannan was afraid of this man, he showed more respect.
He stood up straight, and then bowed. His bow was also a little different from ordinary ones. He held his left hand with his right hand, cupped his hands to the level of his eyebrows, and then bowed. That was not humility, it showed more of a proper courtesy.
In the past twenty or nearly thirty years, Heipao Ke had not had much contact with the Crown Prince, not even half as much as the little devil Zhu Yinuo. He had also had great expectations for the Crown Prince, and even more
He did not hesitate to let his only son do things for him and kill people for him, which was against his true intention.
But people's hearts are separated from each other. Even so, in the end, he still misjudged His Highness.
As the saying goes, if you don't do it for yourself, heaven and earth will destroy you.
But for people like Heipao Ke, it is not terrible to be punished by heaven and earth more often than not.
Heipao Ke spoke again and asked: "Qi'er, why are you so murderous?"
Zhu Jiannan's bodyguards were surrounded by many great masters who had entered the wilderness, but somehow, just by looking at the black-robed man, their underwear was soaked with cold sweat, and the hand holding the weapon could not help but tremble slightly.
Are these people afraid of death?
Death soldiers are also afraid of death, not to mention that these people are just the guards of the Jinling Forbidden City. More often than not, even if they are afraid, even if they know, they still have to bite the bullet.
Zhu Jiannan patted the shoulder of the guard on his left with his hand, his eyes gentle, indicating that he did not need to panic. When the guard saw His Highness the Crown Prince's eyes, his fear suddenly decreased by eight points, and he straightened his body and guarded this place.
The front left side of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.
Zhu Jiannan put his hands behind his waist, and his body was also straight. He raised his head slightly and replied: "Because Jiannan's surname is Zhu, and because there are 170 million people in this city."
Heipao Ke didn't think it was an excuse to look back at Zhu Jiannan. When Qi'er was young, he had already seen the difference between Qi'er and Ying'er. Compared with Ying'er, he himself was indifferent to the hereditary succession of the Zhu family.
In my heart, I hope that this senior person will be in charge.
But God's wish did not come true. Even if his beloved wife gave this nephew a nickname like Qi'er, I don't know if he would live to be sixty or sixty as he wished, or whether he could survive and survive.
If it weren't for the fact that he knew that his time in the earthly world was coming to an end and he didn't want to waste the power of the Mohist family, he would have had to sell his favor and ask Hongmeng Xin, the blood-handed weirdo of Yan Yunqi, to help him.
Both he and Hongmeng Xin thought that this time it would be a little more difficult than the second and third levels of Hongmeng. Who would have expected that this time, not only himself, but also Hongmeng Xin would be almost harmed.
Accompanying him, he became an injustice ghost.
Or maybe it's the blessing of the ancestors, and if there is no danger, I can take another step. But if you take this step, everything in the world has nothing to do with you.
Perhaps hundreds of years later, a thousand years later, this black robe man will no longer interfere in the secular world, cut off his passions, and also abandon the worry about whether future generations will be a blessing or a disaster.
Even if that happened, it would have happened many years later. Now, he is just a member of the Mo family who has given up his status as a mortal.
Seeing that the black-robed guest was silent for a long time, Zhu Jiannan spoke first and asked, "Will you come back again?"
Heipao Ke understood Zhu Jiannan's meaning and remained silent, just shaking his head slightly.
Zhu Jiannan asked again: "Then, can you take me with you?"
Heipao Ke saw the light in his nephew's eyes and said that he was not touched. That would be a lie. But he could not take him away. Even if he took him away to another world, Zhu Jiannan would only end up with a worse life.
die.
Zhu Jiannan's eyes showed disappointment. Perhaps this was the last time that he had no illusions about immortality and was willing to accept this unfair fate. He began to laugh and laugh wildly, but this kind of laughter would make his breath confused. He began to vomit blood and used his hands to
Cover your mouth, blood drips from your fingers, cover your mouth with a silk scarf, the scarf is soaked.
Hearing Zhu Jiannan's coughing and vomiting blood, Lei Niu rushed out of the house. When he crossed the threshold and was about to pass by the black-robed man, he could not take another step forward.
The black robe man stretched his left arm to one side to stop him. Thunder Niu's feet suddenly seemed to weigh tens of millions of pounds, making it impossible for him to lift his feet.
Who said that Xindu Nu had no emotions? The look in his eyes at Zhu Jiannan had already proven everything.
"let me go!"
King Kong's roar was eardrum-shaking. But Hei Pao Ke just turned his head and glanced at him, causing the bull-like General Xindu to collapse on the ground.
When the guards saw this scene, they couldn't live up to expectations and lost the strength to hold the weapons. The weapons clinked to the ground. Then the guards' bodies softened and they sat slumped on the ground like thundering bulls. Some even had blood in the corners of their eyes.
Tears, just because he didn't want to die.
"Qi'er, if I kill you now, will there be chaos in Lincheng?"
Zhu Jiannan sat back on the Grand Master's chair. He sank into the chair and continued to calm down his breathing. He felt that he could speak. He took a few deep breaths to make himself feel a little more comfortable before speaking.
"There will be no chaos in Lincheng. Grandpa is still here." Zhu Jiannan coughed a few more times. Fortunately, no blood spurted out of his mouth this time. He stroked his chest again, calmed down his breath, and continued, "Grandpa is not here."
If it is gone, Jinling City will be gone."
"Yinuo is still there."
Hearing Heipao Ke's words, Zhu Jiannan smiled slightly, but then shook his head and said: "Yinuo is just Yinuo after all. His surname is Zhu, but he is not Jiannuo, he is Yinuo."
After hearing this, Heipao Ke couldn't help but shake his head slightly, sighed, and said: "If you understand why Yinuo is Yinuo, you will understand why your grandfather never forced him to read
He never forced him to participate in politics."
Zhu Jiannan pondered deeply, with confusion in his eyes. He was really curious about why his younger brother was called Yinuo instead of Jiannuo. Maybe ordinary people would have just one name but multiple titles, but how could a family name their descendants casually?
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"As you think, I won't kill you. It's just that you should never kill Uncle Jian."
Zhu Jiannan understood Heipao Ke's feelings for Jian Lao. He chuckled. His originally handsome face had become sickly pale, and the corners of his mouth and teeth were stained with blood. Looking at him like this, he actually had a gloomy aura of death.
"Because he came to kill me."
Heipao Ke shook his head and said: "He originally went to kill Zhong Xihou because Zhong Xihou gave him a reason to kill him. He also came to ask you for the reason, but you didn't give it to him."
Zhu Jiannan is not a fool, he is intelligent. If intelligence is divided into categories like martial arts, then he is the intelligence of the Hongmeng realm. But intelligent people are often arrogant, even if they are self-effacing, they will still be arrogant.
If the Mo family kills Zhong Xihou, the alliance between Lincheng and Evernight City will automatically collapse. If they have to repair it, the passage of time will naturally delay the third prince's plan. What answer did Zhong Xihou give Jian Lao, and Jian Lao did not take action against Zhong Xihou? Same thing.
Yes, why does Jian Lao think he can kill Zhong Xihou?
Similarly, what answer do you want to give Jian Lao? Didn’t Jian Lao still lose to Thunder Niu?
Zhu Jiannan thought of the answer, and with a final glare and gritted teeth, he said: "If you don't kill me today, I will still find ways to kill Mingdi."
When Heipao Ke heard this, he actually laughed. He was not laughing sarcastically, but laughing happily from the bottom of his heart.
Zhu Jiannan didn't understand why the black-robed man still laughed when he spoke like this.
"So, you thought from the beginning to the end that Ming'er was your brother."
Zhu Jiannan was stunned, yes, he wanted to kill Mo Ming, and even asked Black-necked Crane to use various methods to invite various people, but why when the words came to his mouth, it was Mingdi who said it.
Even if, even if the person he said it was Mo Xuantu, that would be fine.
"I am ignorant, so I don't know."
When he finished speaking, the black robe man said nothing more. He walked into the house, and the two doors closed automatically. When he walked into the house, the Thunder Bull could also move. He ran to Zhu Jiannan's side and observed carefully.
, under certain circumstances, it just looks bitter.
Zhu Jiannan waved his hand and just smiled.
Just when Zhu Jiannan or Lei Niu were about to say something, the house started to catch fire. The fire spread so quickly that it was impossible to find anyone to put it out.
The clever guards immediately ran away to find the people and kill them.
The fire lasted only a short time. Within half an hour, the fire was extinguished and the entire house was in ruins. But strangely, the other house, which was only a dozen steps away, was not affected.
Not to mention the other room a dozen steps away, or even where Zhu Jiannan and the others were originally standing, the stone slabs were still clean and the big trees outside were still green.
The fire seemed to have been deliberately controlled, with excellent techniques, just to burn down such a house.
A quarter of an hour after the fire was put out, Zhu Jiannan went to the place where the old Dragon King was drinking tea and chatting with Uncle Yan. The strange thing was that Uncle Yan was not here today. The old Dragon King was accompanied by another person. This person's surname was Li, and he was about fifty.
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Seeing Zhu Jiannan knocking on the door and getting permission from the old Dragon King to come in, the guest surnamed Li hurriedly knelt down as a master and servant. Zhu Jiannan ignored him and sat on one side of the tea table. The guest surnamed Li also got up on his own.
He sat back down.
It was the old Dragon King who spoke first. He asked: "Jian Nan, was it you who killed Jian Lao?"
After such a long time, the old Dragon King naturally knew everything that should be known. He looked at Zhu Jiannan, waiting for his grandson's answer.
Zhu Jiannan nodded and replied: "Jian Lao, you are here to kill me."
The old Dragon King didn't seem surprised by this answer. He touched the unicorn head on the seat handle with his right hand and asked again: "You may not know what kind of method Lao Jian practices."
Zhu Jiannan doesn't practice martial arts, so he doesn't care about which method or method. He looked at Lei Niu, and Lei Niu replied: "Mo Yu."
Zhu Jiannan frowned slightly. What Master Jian practiced was also Mo Yu's swordsmanship? But isn't Mo Yu's swordsmanship passed down by a single line of swordsmen from the Moh family? Even if outsiders want to learn it secretly, they don't understand the secret, even if they are lucky enough to get it
Sword manuals are also useless.
"You don't need to go into details about who Mr. Jian is. He is dead when he is dead. Let me ask you, do you plan to continue doing this?"
Zhu Jiannan understood what his grandfather was asking. He did not hesitate, but nodded firmly and replied: "Then do you understand why you were ordered to go to Mo County for encirclement and suppression, and why Xiao Yanzi ordered Yunliu
Did you lead the guards to Mo County? How did Yan Yunqi enter our city? It is unwise to seek the skin of a tiger."
Zhu Jiannan chatted. Even when facing the black robed man, he never felt guilty, but when the person opposite was his grandfather, he often didn't know how to speak. These days, this feeling is particularly strong.
Zhu Jiannan had forgotten that this transformation only started when Mo Ming left Jinling.
Zhu Jiannan looked at Keqing surnamed Li and asked, "Is there something wrong?"
When the guest surnamed Li heard His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's question, he couldn't help but sweat broke out on his temples, and he tremblingly handed over a letter.
Zhu Jiannan opened the letter and couldn't help but glare when he saw the contents.
The letter said, "If my son is unfilial, it will be difficult for him to serve his two elders. If his son is unfaithful, he will not obey the king's order and will not kill Xuan Tu. My son must not be unjust again. Xuan Tu is a great talent..."
No need to read any further, the first few sentences explain everything.
Zhu Jiannan indeed issued an order to kill Mo Ming in Yi Shuihan. He naturally knew that Li Ganghong also knew about this order, because Li Ganghong's surname was Li, so he was not worried about whether Li Ganghong would inform him of this order.
Mo Ming.
Zhu Jiannan stared hard at Keqing surnamed Li and asked, "What else?"
Ke Qing, surnamed Li, immediately stood up from his chair.
Then he fell to the ground, his voice trembling, and replied: "Oka Hong, he, he hurt Mr. Badou."
He wanted to pretend not to know these things, but what kind of person King Jinling is, he will know sooner or later. If King Jinling knows because his son Li Ganghong stopped Mr. Badou and ruined His Highness the Crown Prince's plan, what will be the outcome?
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Before Zhu Jiannan could ask again, the old Dragon King spoke first and listened to him: "Get up and sit down. I like this kid Dahong very much. As a minister, the most important thing is to be loyal. What do you think?
, what should I do?"
Ke Qing, surnamed Li, did not get up. His forehead was on the floor, and his eyes that could not be seen were already crying. But his voice could not be crying, because he was not only Li Ganghong's biological father, but also the current head of the Li family.
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He did not dare to hesitate, because in addition to Li Ganghong, there were also Li Pinghong and Li Yunhong.
I heard the guest surnamed Li say in a firm voice: "Consider him a traitor to the city and kill him!"
When the old Dragon King heard this, he laughed loudly, clapped his hands, and then said: "Okay, that's it. That kid Yun Hong's cultivation is pretty good, so let him go."
Hearing this, Keqing Li's heart seemed to be stabbed with bayonets one after another.
The guest surnamed Li still did not hesitate, and his voice was steady as he uttered one word: "Here!"
After the guest named Li left, the old Dragon King asked Zhu Jiannan about the black-robed guest.
"He succeeded?"
The tone of the old Dragon King was quite complicated, including pride, relief, regret, and even a trace of fear.
Zhu Jiannan nodded and asked, "Are the people of the Mo family really chosen by heaven?"
The old Dragon King shook his head and said: "I can't tell you exactly. The few words left by our ancestors can only be understood clearly. I guess the meaning is that the five ancestors of Long, Hua, Zhu, Mo and Leng may be considered the upper reaches.
Long’s.”
"Youlong clan?"
This was the first time Zhu Jiannan heard this surname. His grandfather ranked him on the same level as others. He must have been a great person.
The old Dragon King nodded and continued: "There are changes in the Youlong family, so there is no need to mention it. Leng Gongzi Wushuang has no descendants, and the little sword master of Muhanlou just happens to have the same surname as him, so you don't have to misunderstand.
It is said that the ancestors of the Mohist family were once mediocre, but later, for some unknown reason, they became human masters, and even had the same level of cultivation as Leng Gongzi Wushuang and the Youlong family. Later it was recorded that the sword masters of the Mohist family were passed down from generation to generation.
, will disappear from the world when they reach a certain age. Although my Zhu family has good relations with the Mo family and has been married many times, there are no more specific secrets left."
"Then what secrets does the Mo family hide? Didn't my aunt reveal it?"
When the old Dragon King heard his grandson talking about his precious daughter, he smiled bitterly, shook his head, sighed again, and then said: "The daughter who gets married has become his Mo family. I just accidentally heard that your aunt
She complained to your father that her father-in-law was going to travel far away, and Mo Sang would do the same one day."
"This long journey means that people in heaven become fellow travelers?"
The old Dragon King nodded again, it was indeed true.
"Think of it, although there are many immortal cultivators in the world, they may be the same as those in heaven, and they are rare. Not to mention, the Mo family is not an immortal cultivator, but an ordinary martial artist. He has broken through the martial arts, suffered thunder disasters, and has never heard that he will become one.
Heavenly beings. And it has been repeatedly deduced that each generation of Mohist sword masters is extremely magnificent. When they reach a certain age, they all disappear from the world, and they are all afraid of becoming heavenly beings."
Zhu Jiannan's eyes shone, and he suddenly hated that his surname was Zhu and not Mo.
After all, the old Dragon King didn't know about the roundworms in his grandson's belly or what he was thinking. He only thought that his grandson was envious of the immortality of people in heaven.
The old Dragon King poured a cup of tea for his grandson, and drank the cold tea soup in one gulp. He continued: "He didn't kill you, and he didn't just care about blood and family ties. Do you think that between the three of you brothers, he
Which one do you love the most?"
The three brothers mentioned by the old Dragon King naturally did not include Mo Ming. If Mo Ming were to be replaced, they would naturally be Zhu Jianying, Zhu Jiannan and Zhu Yinuo.
Zhu Jiannan did not hesitate and replied: "It should be my brother."
The old Dragon King had already guessed that this would be the answer, and said happily: "Yes, Jian Ying is extremely talented, a good person, and has a good character. You can also say that he is Xiao Yinuo. After all, this is
The child likes to stick to Xiao Kucha all day long, and he really tried his best to cure Xiao Yinuo. But, you are wrong."
Wrong idea?
Wrong idea!
This has told Zhu Jiannan that what that person values most is actually himself.
Zhu Jiannan's expression changed from shock at first to confusion, then relief, and finally guilt.
The old Dragon King asked again: "Jian Nan, what did he say to you last?"
"Oh, I am ignorant, so I don't know."
The old Dragon King thought about this sentence carefully and repeated it again: "I am ignorant, so I don't know."
After thinking about it for half a quarter of an hour, he burst out laughing. Zhu Jiannan didn't understand, and the old Dragon King didn't hide it and explained: "The origin of the saint's heart, isn't this what the origin of the saint's heart means?"
The source of the saint’s heart?
Ever since Mo Ming was born, practiced swordsmanship, and became famous, others regarded him as the favored son of heaven. However, Zhu Jiannan had never seen the black-robed guest show any praise for Mo Ming, nor had he ever heard him praise him even once.
Just before, he could have killed himself to protect Mo Ming, but in the end he did not do it. Could it be that, from beginning to end, he had no feelings for his only son? Or, he never doubted that Mo Ming would die violently?
The old Dragon King spoke again, and this time his questions were just like those of the black robe guest, straightforward and extremely sharp.
"So, Jiannan, are you still planning to kill Little Kucha?"
Zhu Jiannan's eyes were as firm as before, he nodded and said: "Only in this way can Yi Nuo become the king!"