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Lincheng Huamo Chapter 117: Master and Disciple Gather

Divine thunder descended from heaven, and a room in the East Palace of the Forbidden City was burned down by heavenly fire.

Within an hour or two, all kinds of dazzling lights began to spread throughout Jinling City.

Zhong Xihou, who was still in Jinling City, naturally heard these rumors. At this moment, he was in the tea room. There were candles and an incense burner on the tea table. In front of the incense burner, there were also three glasses of wine and three glasses of the best green bamboo leaves.

Zhong Xihou raised a glass, poured it out slowly, and then said sadly: "It's just a two-time meeting. There will be no chance again. It's a pity."

He raised another glass, poured it out slowly, and continued: "Baiyun swordsmanship will definitely spread, seniors can rest assured."

The same was true for the third glass of wine, but Zhong Xihou remained silent and tapped the tea table with his wine glass. After an unknown amount of time, he spoke and said: "It's a pity that the junior can't avenge the senior. Zhu Jiannan can't

kill."

Not only is Zhong Xihou alone in this teahouse, but there is another person whom Zhong Xihou trusts the most. He trusts her more than Qu Tianao, Yan Hu Deliang, and even Yan Xiao.

This person was naturally King Gui. King Gui was sitting aside. Zhong Xihou said nothing while he was toasting. He waited until he had finished speaking before he spoke.

"Master Hou, how confident are you that this senior will fight with you?"

Zhong Xihou laughed, but he was not arrogant, and replied: "Kill him with one sword."

King Gui was slightly startled and said nothing more. In her opinion, this was also the case.

"Junior brother has the Wuchang Sword Master to stand up for him, and Mo Ming has the Sword Master to stand up for him. It's great that these boys have the support of their elders."

I don't know whether it was a joke or Zhong Xihou's envy from the bottom of his heart. Of course, these years have passed, and these emotions can only last a sentence or two, not more.

"King Gui, I have already missed a lot of days. In another half month, I have to go back to the West."

King Gui nodded and replied: "The Marquis can rest assured about Lincheng and that girl."

Hearing King Gui's words, Zhong Xihou just smiled and said, "You are here, so I can rest assured."

He got up and went outside the house, where he saw Hua Shaohong and Wind Spirit King playing, while the two dolls brought by Wuchang Sword Master were meditating aside.

These two dolls are not bad at heart and have slowly recovered from their grief. If they are given another ten years, I am afraid that the ranking of martial artists in the world will have to change again.

Zhong Xihou intended to take the two of them under his command, but after all, these two children were disciples of the Impermanence Sword Master, so the difficulty could be imagined. As he rolled his eyes, he thought of another person, who was naturally his junior brother.

It might not be a bad idea to leave the two dolls Shen Tu and Yu Lei to Ying Ruge.

When Hua Shaohong saw Zhong Xihou coming out, he leapt over the head of the Wind Spirit King and arrived in front of Zhong Xihou.

This naughty monkey had a wicked smile on his face and looked back at the angry King Fengling from time to time. But with Zhong Xihou around, King Fengling couldn't easily get angry. It was interesting for the silly big guy to be sulking there.

"Master Hou, where are you going to have fun today?"

Zhong Xihou stretched out his right hand to give Hua Shaohong a chestnut, but the opponent dodged and failed.

"You guys will stay in the house today, I'm going to see my old friends."

Hua Shaohong rolled his eyes, thought for a while, and asked: "Old friends? Does the Marquis have any old friends in Jinling City?"

"Nosy, please pay more attention to those two children."

Hua Shaohong nodded and didn't ask any more questions. But after thinking about it, she asked another question, her voice a little softer.

"Master Hou, is there some conspiracy between the two of you about Xiao Liang? The last time he and I went to find Brother Ying, he was not like this."

Zhong Xihou was slightly stunned. Hua Shaohong and Yan Hudelang went to find Ying Ruge together? He didn't know about this. Just when he was about to ask, Hua Shaohong also realized that he had let the news slip, and he immediately became confused.

, fled from Zhong Xihou.

Zhong Xihou shook his head helplessly and had no choice but to settle the score with this rogue monkey later.

Zhong Xihou originally planned to take the Tingyu Sword with him, but after thinking about it, he gave up. Just like that, he put on a loose robe and went out.

The road from here to Yongzangpo is not very close. If you ride there on horseback, you can get there in a quarter of an hour. But Zhongxihou went there on foot. It’s not that he doesn’t like riding horses, but it’s not pleasant at all to ride horses in Jinling City.

Riding a horse, returning to the West, and letting the horse let go of its hooves and galloping, would be enjoyable.

Although he was walking, Zhong Xihou's pace was not as fast as that of a horse.

In less than a quarter of an hour, he arrived at Zanglongpu. When he got there, he saw a head sticking out of the extension window on the third floor of a restaurant by the river. The man kept waving at him. When Zhongxihou saw it, he couldn't help but find it funny.

.This old monster who has lived for who knows how many years has such a child’s character.

Ignoring the glances of some of the girls recruiting customers, I went to the restaurant on my own.

When he arrived, he realized that he was the last one to arrive.

There were already five people sitting at the table, and these five people were no one else. They were Yan Xiao and the three senior brothers with swords, guns and swords. The extra person was wearing a blue robe.

, with a handsome face.

When Zhong Xihou passed by, only this handsome blue-robed man stood up and saluted Zhong Xihou. Zhong Xihou nodded and sat beside him.

Seeing Zhong Xihou coming, he leaned out and immediately poured him a full glass of wine.

"Xiao Shiyi, why are you so slow? I almost dozed off."

Zhong Xihou was also embarrassed, so he had to drink all the wine in one gulp, and then said with a smile, "It's because I'm late, senior brother, don't blame me."

Duanqiang laughed, drank a glass of wine, and said: "It's not in the way, it's not in the way. Senior brother is very generous."

"Xiao Shiyi, why do you have so many scars on your face? Is there someone who you can't beat?"

Zhong Xihou touched the right side of his face, groaned, and said helplessly: "There are so many talented people in the world, it's just a minor injury."

Wu Dao was really helpless to Lao Liu, so he could only sigh, and then said: "Ignore this rogue, Master, you can say it."

Yan Xiao saw the disciples laughing and joking, but he was not angry, but rather satisfied. He nodded, and then said: "My time as a teacher is running out. There is something I want to say to you children."

After hearing the previous sentence, everyone stopped moving. The swords, spears and swords have followed Yan Xiao for many reincarnations, and the time when Zhong Xihou and Lan Paoke have been apprenticed to the master has also taken up most of their lives. For this master,

Your love is truer than gold.

Seeing the mournful expressions of his disciples, Yan Xiao couldn't help but grin, and then said: "You guys are all considered big shots, why are you looking like this? Will you three return to heaven in the future, or will you continue to stay in the earthly world?

, as a teacher, don’t make any demands.”

Hearing this, Zhong Xihou and Lan Paoke couldn't help but look at their three senior brothers, but the three people seemed to turn a blind eye on purpose, still staring at Yan Xiao.

Then Yan Xiao continued: "My master's sword was given to the second child, my master's sword was given to the third child, and what the sixth child received was the skill that my master and his brother created together. As for Xiao Xi, my master is really worthy of me."

, never passed anything to you."

Zhong Xihou stood up, clasped his hands in his fists, and said: "This disciple almost went astray. It was Master who took action to make him worthy of his adoptive father. Master, I have something to ask. I have been hesitating for a long time and want to ask."

The other senior fellow apprentices looked at Zhong Xihou, and it was the second senior fellow apprentice who opened his mouth and said: "There are no outsiders, but it's okay to say so."

Zhong Xihou nodded, but he still seemed a little worried. Finally, he picked up a jar of wine on the table and poured it into his mouth. He seemed to be emboldened, and then said: "The death of my foster father can be compared with the death of my master."

related?"

Yan Xiao looked at Zhong Xihou, and the master and disciple looked at each other. This time, Zhong Xihou did not flinch, and still stared at him. Yan Xiao finally smiled, laughed loudly, and said: "Every hundred years as a master, I will meet

I have been in the secular world for a while, and I have met many people in the past hundred years, including that old boy Zhong Xihou."

Zhong Xihou didn't quite understand this sentence, so he heard his second senior brother Zang Ren explain for him: "Every hundred years, the master will hide his breath and start practicing from scratch. In these hundred years, he has been to the court and the world.

.When I met that boy Zhong Nanyan, according to his earthly age, Master was the same age as him."

Zhong Xihou still didn't quite understand, but he didn't care too much about these things that had nothing to do with the answer. He still stared at Yan Xiao, who looked at him with a smile on his face.

"I killed many people for my teacher. Xiao Nanyan was not killed for my teacher. The person who was killed for my teacher was Baiyuncang Gou."

The first half of the sentence made Zhong Xihou feel at ease, and all the doubts he had had were gone, but the second half of the sentence was like a bolt from the blue.

Anticipating Zhong Xihou's reaction, Yan Xiao sighed and said: "As a teacher, I don't want to kill these two children, but they want Ru Ge to live. At Ru Ge's age, if he wants to live, he can only

Baiyuncanggou will die on his behalf."

Zhong Xihou wanted to ask more clearly, but the man in blue robe beside him pulled his sleeve, so he had to give up and sit back.

"Master, I want to keep this matter a secret forever. You two, please don't ask any more questions, okay?"

The two people Yan Xiao mentioned were naturally referring to Zhong Xihou and Lan Paoke.

Lan Paoke nodded and said: "Master, to be honest, I wasn't happy when you introduced me to you from the very beginning. Since these years have passed, so be it."

Looking at Lan Paoke, Yan Xiao sighed helplessly and said: "That man is your father after all. There are many things that I cannot control as a teacher. I can only say that you can take care of yourself."

Lan Paoke nodded, while Zhong Xihou looked at Lan Paoke with a puzzled look on his face and asked: "Xiao Yu, does Hei Wuchang have something to do with Master?"

This blue robe guest was naturally Jian Yuting. When Jian Yuting heard Hei Wuchang's name, he shook his head and refused to explain. Then he changed the subject and said, "Uncle Bai went to look for you a few days ago?"

This Uncle Bai was naturally Bai Wuchang. Zhong Xihou nodded and was about to speak when Jian Yuting also spoke.

He sighed and said with a sad expression: "Uncle Bai used to be the leader of those insects, birds and beasts in the mountain, and he lived a comfortable life as the king of the mountain. I have to go down.

It's really too long to live a long life if you come from the mountains to mix things up."

No one was seen taking action. Jian Yuting felt as if someone had flicked his head hard with his middle finger. The pain made him say "Ouch". When he looked up, Zangren was staring at him hatefully. He understood what he meant, but it wasn't much better.

said.

Among them, only Zhong Xihou was confused, but his character was such that he would not ask too many questions.

Yan Xiao was quite happy to see the quarrel between his disciples, but after all, he didn't have much time, so he had to continue: "Before I leave, as master, in addition to the matter of your senior brother, there is also the matter of the Mo family that needs to be resolved.

That black dragon."

When Jian Yuting heard about the Mohist black dragon, she became interested and said: "I heard that the black dragon's realm of transformation into gods is so awesome. The realm of transformation into gods can still exist in this world. How come it wasn't struck to death by thunder..."

This sentence offended several people present. The words had already been spoken, and Jian Yuting could only talk. She hurriedly covered her forehead, fearing that she would be beaten again for no apparent reason.

"Do you want the disciples to try to get rid of the black dragon?"

Zhong Xihou asked, but he was not completely sure. After all, he was just a martial artist, and he did not have a clear understanding of the realm among immortal cultivators. He thought that if his martial arts cultivation were to compete with all his strength, he would not have many opponents in the world.

This time it was Duanqiang who answered. He sneered, but not with any sarcasm. He said: "Eleven, those little bastards from the Tianxia Jianzong are not even beginners among immortal cultivators, but they are enough for worldly warriors to drink a cup. The Tianxia Jianzong

Some people who really covet the Mo family have never come forward. If you can deal with the gang of little bastards who are about to come out, it will be enough. It's a pity that you can't defeat them."

The last sentence was extremely hurtful, but Zhong Xihou understood that his sixth senior brother was telling the truth.

Jian Yuting, who was standing by, held her chin and said feebly: "If I had the cultivation level of the ninth level of foundation building, could I beat those guys?"

Nine levels of foundation building?

Zhong Xihou couldn't help but frown slightly. He stared at Jian Yuting, but he never thought that Xiaoyu's cultivation was so terrifying.

The three swordsmen, swordsmen, and swords also looked at Jian Yuting with great interest. Wu Dao asked: "Twelve, you are already at the ninth level? Are you about to form elixirs?"

Hearing the pill formation, Jian Yuting hurriedly shook her head and said: "That's all, I don't have any good impressions of the people in the sky. I am doing some Aza things in the open, but secretly, I'm sorry."

Although he didn't have a knife, he wasn't angry. He just laughed and said, "How about you go and end this bad fate for my junior brother?"

Jian Yuting was a little confused and asked: "Isn't Ying Ruge already divorced from the Mo family? What does she still have to do with him?"

This time it was Zhong Xihou who answered. He touched Jian Yuting's head like a little kitten and said: "Xiaoyu, you don't have much contact with my junior brother, but as far as you know, according to his

He has a stubborn temper and there is no real peace in the Mo family, so will he not intervene?"

Jian Yuting was really speechless and simply lay on the table, muttering: "Alas, alas, alas, how come there are so many people in the world who don't know how to cherish their lives?"

"Three senior brothers, if we really can't deal with those immortal cultivators, the three senior brothers may take action and help?"

Zhong Xihou was asking about swords, guns and swords, but the three senior brothers were in a dilemma. In the end, Duanqiang, who was the most frustrated, stood up, slapped the table and said: "What a mess, why don't I go find a gun?"

Let’s wipe out the sword sect in this world!”

There was no need to make a move without the sword. Zangren had already made Duanqiang sit down obediently with a look. His relationship with the sword sects in the world was already difficult to break. If he could have made a move, he would have done it long ago.

"Okay, okay, I just won't do it. This mess of laws of heaven and earth is really troublesome."

Wu Dao was laughed out of Duan Qiang's anger, and said: "Why don't you go back to the sky, you drunkard, flower-gun and little bully, how can you torment them to death?"

"No, no, no, I don't feel comfortable."

Yan Xiao wanted to talk about business, but every time he was planned by a few mischievous disciples. He was not annoyed, but rather happy every time.

"The last time I went to ask for Xiaoyu's help, Xiaoyu simply didn't even see me."

Hearing Zhong Xihou's complaint, Jian Yuting couldn't sit still and immediately explained: "Isn't that what I am doing? OK, OK, this time, I will help you fight them off. Isn't it just a low-level immortal sect?"

."

An unpopular fairy sect?

Not popular?

When Zang Ren heard these words, he felt so much that it was hard to put into words. He had no choice but to pour one glass of wine after another and drink it up one after another.

Without a knife, she had no choice but to give hints to Jian Yuting with her eyes. Jian Yuting really didn't understand, but she couldn't say much, so she had no choice but to sit there as a mute.

Yan Xiao saw that the atmosphere was awkward, so he continued his topic, saying: "Don't say that I am partial, I want to give Ruge a final gift."

All the disciples looked at their master and waited patiently for the next words.

Yan Xiao felt that he couldn't speak this time, so he poured himself a glass of wine. His wine was not bought in this store, but he brought it with him. It was a sweet and bitter wine.

After drinking some wine and feeling better, he continued: "My teacher plans to give this body to Ruge."


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