Hearing Yan Xiao say this, everyone couldn't help but be stunned.
Give your body to Ying Ruge?
It was difficult for Zhong Xihou and Jian Yuting to understand the meaning. But the three of them, Dao Qian Jian, could not help but panic, thinking that their master was just making nonsense.
Yan Xiao also understood what the disciples were thinking. He waved his hands to indicate silence, and then said: "The laws of heaven and earth cannot be broken. If you can repay the sins you have committed for me, shouldn't you three be happy for me? The moon is cloudy and sunny.
In circles, people come together and separate. All fledglings know that when their wings are hardened, they should fly alone. You three old boys have been with me for so long, and you are not tired of me. I am tired of you."
Not talking about swords, guns and swords, both Jian Yuting and Zhong Xihou could tell that this was too false.
"In the near future, I will leave Daye to settle the grievances outside Daye. I will do what I should do on the 11th. Xiao Twelve, since you agreed, you have to help me.
Junior brother, you are not allowed to cheat."
When Jian Yuting heard that she was being talked about again, she had no choice but to give Yan Xiao a toast and said a lot of gentlemanly things.
Yan Xiao looked at Daoqiangjian again and said: "Second brother, maybe you can go and meet him, although he is not considered outstanding..."
There was no need for Yan Xiao to explain, Zangren nodded and said: "Master, don't worry, I won't believe it when I go to heaven later. The words "Di Guangming" cannot exchange for the sacrifice of an inner disciple of a large sect.
Quota.”
Bottom light?
This was the first time Zhong Xihou heard about his second senior brother's destiny. After thinking about it in his mind, he finally understood. It turned out that the legend, which was better than the legend, was actually his second senior brother. If it were revealed,
Time spans so long that no one would believe it.
"You two, if you still want to stay in the secular world, remember to be safe and keep a low profile in the future. Don't cause any trouble again. If you can use Yin Yang Strategy, don't use it again."
Duan Qiang is helpless. Although the foundation of the sect is taught by Yan Xiao, the Yin and Yang strategy was finally formed, but he is extremely talented and understands and creates on his own. If he says he won’t use it, then he won’t use it like that? It’s too overbearing, in my heart
Bitter.
He didn't have a knife and didn't care about cutting off the gun. He grabbed the collar of the back of his neck and said with a smile: "Master, don't worry, if this little cat dares to disobey, my disciple will be the first to kill him."
Yan Xiao nodded with satisfaction and said, "With you here, third brother, I feel relieved as a teacher."
"Master, this is not fair, Third Brother..."
Before he could finish his words, Duangqian immediately gave up when he saw Wu Dao's fierce look, and had no choice but to follow Jian Yuting's example and lie down on the table.
"That's all. Come on, we masters and disciples should drink wine and eat meat today."
Jian Yuting was a little unhappy and said: "Master, there are three senior brothers, so I helped the Mo family this time, can you guys stop getting involved in my affairs in the future?"
This tone of voice was resentful, which made several people laugh. They all agreed not to get involved, and they stopped getting involved.
If a person wants to seek death, his heart is determined, and if others want to stop him, he really cannot stop him. Although he agrees readily, what he thinks in his heart is not important anymore.
After the others dispersed and Yan Xiao was the only one left, a scholar in white clothes walked in from outside the private room.
This man is dressed in white, as bright as snow, and has a sapphire folding fan in his hand, which makes him even more elegant.
When Yan Xiao saw him, his eyelids couldn't help but twitch, he really didn't want to see him.
The visitor spoke first and listened to what he said: "You, you, are really not suitable to be an immortal cultivator. You can't let go of such lust. How can you find the way to live as long as heaven and earth?"
Yan Xiao was so bitter that he could only turn back to the scholar's words and listen to him: "Not to mention the age of the master, who has lived forever, just to talk about the eight hundred years of this junior, it is already worse than death. The debts of the past have dragged down one generation after another.
Wouldn’t it be great when this life comes to an end?”
The scholar also laughed when he heard about life after life.
This scholar is no one else, but the Taoist Lord in white who had been staying with Zhong Xihou for several years earlier. It is difficult to write a book.
"Where did you go this time and who did you meet?"
Every time he spoke, the title changed. Shu Nan couldn't help but smile and said: "Why, don't you call me old monster, or demon, or demon?"
Yan Xiao looked bitter and said angrily: "You can hear me scolding you behind your back. If you're not an old monster, what am I?"
Shu Nan tapped Yan Xiao's head with a sapphire folding fan, then he found a place to sit down, looked at the scenery of the Qinhuai River outside, and couldn't help but sigh.
"I understand why several of your disciples want to stay in the earthly world and don't want to go back to heaven. There is nothing in heaven as wonderful as the earthly world."
"Then sir, do you also plan to stay in the secular world?"
Shu Nan simply shook his head and said: "If Little Shitou doesn't go back with me, I will stay in the world. If Little Shitou one day figures it out, not to talk about the world, maybe I should also pursue the Heavenly Father."
Your footsteps will no longer stay in this interface."
"The universe is so vast that it is indeed beyond the imagination of ordinary people."
Shu Nan heard Yan Xiao's emotion and found it interesting, joking: "It's better to wait for
Little Shitou has changed his mind, how about I take you to the outer sky to see how vast the universe is?"
"Sir, are you telling the truth?"
"Of course it's a lie."
There was a pause, and then the two laughed.
Yan Xiao filled Shunan's glass of wine and said, "Today we won't talk about grudges or reincarnations. I just want to have a drink and have a good time with my husband, okay?"
Shu Nan took the wine and took a sip. It tasted good, so he nodded and said, "That's okay. How about you tell me a few more interesting stories from the world today to relieve my boredom?"
"Sir, if you want to listen, there are plenty of stories."
There are people outside the world, and there is heaven outside the world.
Many people know this truth, but never follow the principle of humility.
If you have never suffered so much, you will naturally not give up until you reach the Yellow River. The hardships Yan Xiao suffered naturally come from Shu Nan. Yan Xiao really doesn’t know who Shu Nan is. He has heard a little bit of legends.
But when I asked all my colleagues in heaven, no one knew.
Let’s not talk about Yan Xiao’s side, let’s go back to Zhong Xihou.
Zhong Xihou was also a little tipsy after drinking. His capacity for alcohol was as big as the ocean, but today he drank some with his master or fellow apprentices, and he became a little tipsy. He didn't know whether it was because of the wine or the person, but the drunkenness was just right, and he didn't realize it.
Taking advantage of my drunkenness, I followed the wind and went somewhere else.
With my drunken eyes and hazy eyes, I could only feel the mountains, rivers and land, and the beautiful scenery. Looking down from a high altitude, I didn't feel any fear at all.
The place he went to was Tianluan Peak. He was not sure if Ying Ruge was there. If not, he would just go to the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests and ask again.
It's also ridiculous that he, the lord of a city, doesn't have a Wutong Cave where he can talk. The pain of life is also one of them.
Fortunately, this time Ying Ruge was at Tianluan Peak, and with him was a short martial artist wearing a monkey-faced mask.
This short martial artist is naturally the Shenshui Yuan among Tianluan's group. The Shenshui Yuan was also frightened when he saw Zhong Xihou. From now on, Xi Di Heitan came to seek revenge on him, so he hurriedly hid in the house without daring to
Show up.
Zhong Xihou was puzzled as to why a big monkey had crossed over. Maybe it was because of the mountainous area, so he didn't think much about it.
"Junior brother, junior brother, I'm here to see you..."
Just like that, while drunk, he started talking nonsense. Ying Ruge also saw Zhong Xihou early. He knew that Zhong Xihou was not an immortal cultivator, but he never expected that Zhong Xihou, Zhong Xihou, actually flew over from the sky.
Yes, it's like flying on the wind.
I made a cup of green tea for Zhong Xihou to sober up, and then asked: "Where did you learn the art of controlling the wind? Look at the heat, it's not bad."
When Zhong Xihou heard this, he also laughed and said: "It's no different if these things run together and play in the water together. After a few tossing, won't they learn it?"
Hearing this answer, Ying Ruge is so angry. Among the thousands of techniques, the fire system is the most arrogant, the earth system is the most difficult, and the wind system is the most difficult to get started. The art of controlling the wind is not considered a brilliant method, but you can just mess around with it a few times.
If you just play it, you will become proficient. What nonsense?
"Master Hou is really not a cultivator of immortality?"
When Zhong Xihou heard this, he stretched his head directly towards Ying Ruge and said: "Come on, come on, check it out, explore it, do you have immortal roots? Why should I hide this kind of thing from you?"
Ying Ruge simply went to explore it in front of her. She thought she would find some exquisite immortal root, but no matter how much she searched, she didn't find any immortal power.
This is strange. Without immortal power, how could you know such a method?
"I came to see you, not to discuss with you some nonsense about cultivating immortality or not. I came to see you, but to ask you something."
Ying Ruge frowned slightly and signaled Marquis Zhong Xi to continue.
Zhong Xihou stood up from the stone bench, staggering, and most of the tea in his hand was spilled. He heard him say: "I want to ask you, do you know who killed those people at the gate of Jinling City?"
Zhong Xihou didn't mention it, and Ying Ruge almost forgot about it. He did check it, and Yue Mo guessed that it was someone from Lincheng, and finally wanted to end the matter hastily.
"I'm telling you, it was someone from Yi Shuihan who did it."
This answer is not surprising, but Zhong Xihou came thousands of miles away just to say this?
"I'm asking you, do you know what Quan Zhen Chun Qiu is?"
This time Ying Ruge frowned, very puzzled?
"Hahaha, Gu doesn't know. Gu also asked you, if the Mo family is still tortured by Tianxia Sword Sect, are you afraid, will you help or not?"
Ying Ruge was even more stunned, "Tianxia Sword Sect? Hasn't it been driven away?"
Seeing Ying Ruge's bewildered face, Zhong Xihou burst into laughter. If anyone came closer to him, they would be killed by the smell of alcohol.
"Look, Tianxia Sword Sect has people in the earthly world and people in heaven. The people in the earthly world are just a few errands, and the people in heaven are also divided into three, six, and nine grades. It sounds so prestigious, but how can you be beaten so easily by a little brat like you?
run."
Ying Ruge was really helpless. How could the Lord of the West, who was usually a bit domineering and unruly, act like a drunkard and a disciple today?
"So, if the Mo family is still tormented by the sword sects of the world, you
Are you afraid or not? Will you help or not?"
Ying Ruge shook her head, pointed to her Tanzhong point, and said: "I have paid back everything that should be paid to the Mo family. The existence or death of the Mo family has nothing to do with me. Lord Marquis, I may marry Yue'er in the near future, but
Would you like to show your face and come have a drink?"
Hearing this, Zhong Xihou sobered up and asked, "Are you serious?"
"Is it absolutely true?"
Zhong Xihou's expression turned joyful and he said, "That's it, I will give birth to a boy someday, and I will be his adoptive father."
Ying Ruge had no choice but to say: "Master Hou, although the two of us come from the same family, it seems that our relationship has not reached that stage yet."
Zhong Xihou came over and stared into Ying Ruge's eyes. Sure enough, even though people's looks are similar and they seem to be the same, the gap between people's eyes is not that big.
He laughed loudly, turned around and looked down the mountain. He had sobered up a lot from the wine. Now when he looked down, his eyes felt dizzy and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.
"Junior brother, the world is dangerous, so you should stop groping in the muddy waters. Seek fame, fame is enough. Seek profit, I will give you some property for my brother, which will be enough for a lifetime. You, just retire and live a stable life.
How is it?"
Ying Ruge indeed meant to retire, but she didn't understand what Zhong Xihou meant, so she asked, "Mr. Hou, could you say this clearly?"
Zhong Xihou turned around, stared at Ying Ruge again, and said, "Do you know the significance of Muhan Tower?"
"Could it be that besides the Jianghu sect, there is something else hidden?"
As expected, Zhong Xihou couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"I heard that Bai Xiaotian is crazy. The current building owner is only in his early twenties. Do you dare to ask, who are the most powerful people in your building? Senior Wuchang and Zhuge Sword Master?"
Ying Ruge replied without thinking: "There are many people with high reputations in the thirty-sixth floor, and they all support Wuyou. With Wuyou commanding Muhan Tower, the future is promising."
"Ha, hahahaha. We can look forward to the future, what a good future we can look forward to. I will make a bet with you, brother, that within five years, the Muhan Tower will no longer exist. Can you believe it?"
Ying Ruge frowned, she really didn't understand why Zhong Xihou spoke like this?
"There are some things that are not suitable for children to get involved in. Just remember the friendship between the same family and believe that you are your brother. This time, leave Muhan Tower and go into seclusion early."
The corners of Ying Ruge's lips raised slightly, and she asked, "Then, does the Marquis want me to go to the West to spend the rest of my life?"
But Zhong Xihou shook his head and replied: "Brother, I don't know how long the prosperity of the West will last. The first thing a person should do in this world is faith. And because of this faith, regarding glory, it is better than life. When the strong wind blows,
Falcon Season. Ever since Dugu Shaohua, Xi Di has been waiting for an opportunity. His adoptive father has also been shackles for his whole life because of this. In Gu's generation, it's time to end it."
"What shackles?"
"Oh, it's just right, do you understand?" Zhong Xihou came over again, patted Ying Ruge's shoulder gently, and said, "One day, everything you think will be overturned, and before other people's faces are revealed,
Expose it and leave early."
Either because of the touch brought by Yan Xiao, or because he was inexplicably drunk and confused his thoughts, Zhong Xihou also wondered why he came to Tianluan Peak so bored, and even told Ying Ruge about this.
"You have challenged countless masters, but if you came to the West that year and challenged my brother, there would be no one like Linghu Changkong, the master of the sword. You think you are touched, but Sanlang Liujia and Linghu
Immortal, dare I ask, can a mere doll with one or two levels of Hongmeng really be invincible?"
Ying Ruge's eyes couldn't help but darken. He had been invincible in every battle. With his excellent martial arts and the help of his immortal power, he fought across borders and never hesitated to lose. Even now, he dare not say that he was the sword-destroying master Linghu when he was young.
Changkong's opponent, Ke Zhongxihou, looked down upon him so much.
Zhong Xihou also saw Ying Ruge's thoughts, he chuckled and said: "What you think is what you think after all. But do you really know how many capable people there are in the world? If a kid of sixteen or seventeen can run rampant
Is it true that the world is so talented and evil? In the past few years or decades, no evildoer was born who was more talented than you?"
Then Zhong Xihou looked at his hands and continued: "Brother Wei also hides a secret. When he was a teenager, Brother Wei also killed many people alone. At that time, his realm had not reached Hongmeng, but he could kill in bloody battles.
People who have reached the Hongmeng realm.”
"Maybe tell me?"
Zhong Xihou shook his head and refused, and continued: "Brother, I hope that this secret will never be revealed in this life. Just let it be buried in the yellow sand with brother."
Having said enough, Zhong Xihou walked towards the edge of the cliff. This place was too high, so he had to look forward instead of looking down.
Before he goes out of his way, leave one last sentence.
"There is no need to worry about the Mo family's affairs. Your twelfth senior brother is a monster as far as you and I are concerned. He agreed to take action, so he will be fine."
Ying Ruge also replied to him and heard him say: "You are really bad at imitating Linghu Changkong."
Zhong Xihou was slightly startled, and he couldn't help but smile when the junior brother mentioned that he was talking about the three scars on his face.
Without saying any more words, Zhong Xihou just walked away in the air, so cool and unrestrained.