Zhong Xihou was slightly stunned. He never thought that the first time this junior brother would call him senior brother, it would be for Zhu Yinuo. He couldn't help lamenting, junior brother, junior brother, when will you ask for something more for your fellow brother?
What?
Although these words were in his heart, Zhong Xihou still spoke out and said: "Junior brother, Mo Ming, Zhu Yinuo, and Zhu Jiannan are indeed brothers with you. But if you are here
As a fisherman in a small village, you will never meet these people in your life, so what do you want for yourself?"
Ying Ruge shook her head and replied: "What if the Marquis said, what ifs are meaningless."
He was still a senior brother just now, and now he has turned into a Marquis again. Marquis Zhong Xi felt uncomfortable in his heart.
"Brother Wei has no reason to kill Zhu Yinuo. Naturally, if you kill him, you can become the King of Jinling. Brother Wei will do this sword for you."
Although it was a joke, Ying Ruge found it interesting when she heard it. She shook her head slightly and replied: "Master Hou is joking. I have already thought about marrying Yue'er and taking the Tianluan people to find a place.
Open a restaurant."
Zhong Xihou clapped his hands and said, "That's good. When the time comes to buy your brother drunk, don't ask for any money from me."
It was just a polite joke, but Ying Ruge didn't give any face, and immediately replied: "No."
Zhong Xihou frowned, feeling that this little junior brother's mind was really strange, very strange. It was a joke, but he still didn't want this young junior brother to have a knot in his heart, so he had to explain: "Brother, there is a girl here who was raped by Zhu
Yinuo killed, of course, it doesn't matter whether he killed him or not. Brother Wei has already promised that he will chop off one of Zhu Yinuo's fingers. Jun Wu said it, and he should do it. But you
Have you ever thought about it? What’s the use of having Zhu Yinuo’s finger for my brother?”
Ying Ruge didn't understand, but Liu Sanqing was smart, so he frowned slightly, and then replied: "But you want Zhu Yinuo to change his temper and return to the right path?"
Zhong Xihou clapped his hands again, then pointed his index finger at Liu Sanqing, his eyes full of approval.
"Yes, and no." Zhong Xihou would not give in, and continued, "Let him realize that Jianghu is not the righteous hero he thought he was. Let him realize that only by becoming a king can he truly dominate the world. This boy is outstanding in every aspect.
He will hate my brother now if he can't see me. When he really becomes the king and changes his temper, the West will have more protection."
The twists and turns here make me have a headache. Just imagine, someone crippled one of your fingers. If you have the ability in the future, will you take revenge without resorting to any means? But in Zhong Xihou’s words, it seems like Zhu Yinuo
When he becomes king in the future, he will be a good ally in the West.
"There is one more thing. Regarding the overthrow of the empire, it is not convenient for me to tell you. It's not necessary to hide it from you, but you don't need to participate in it, so as not to cause trouble."
"Very good."
Listening to Ying Ruge's answer, Zhong Xihou understood a little bit. The third prince's methods were indeed good. Ying Ruge, who was the master of ghost control in Mu Han Tower, was also kept in the dark.
Zhong Xihou wanted to tell Ying Ruge something long ago, but he had no choice. The rules of the heavenly book were there. If he opened his mouth, he would definitely forget. If he forgot, that would be tragic.
Whether it's a secret or the ending, if you know it in advance and you can't express it, the feeling will be really painful.
"This little beast is lucky to have a brother like you."
"Is that so? But, I will never be Zhu Yinuo's brother."
Zhong Xihou shook his index finger from left to right, shook his head, and said: "You can't say enough. Yes or no, no one can say it. Brother, I won't advise you otherwise. It doesn't matter if you recognize your ancestors and return to the clan, you have to
No matter how happy you are in the world, or you can no longer survive, going to the West will make you rich and prosperous. But too often, you don’t have to shoulder some irrelevant responsibilities. Those things have nothing to do with you."
"clear."
"It's good if you really understand. If I mention it to you again, it will be considered as apology for killing You Lingxi."
Ying Ruge tilted her head slightly, and Liu Sanqing was also curious about Zhong Xihou's next apology.
What is it again?
"You are an immortal cultivator, but have not yet entered the Tao. This is quite interesting to say. The Sword Sect of the World is bound to come again, because as far as Brother Wei knows, your Mo family is not that simple."
After Zhong Xihou said this, he deliberately stopped. He looked at Ying Ruge, wanting to see how he would react. But Ying Ruge still stared at him expressionlessly. Thinking about it, this junior brother really didn't care about him.
Life identity.
"With your cultivation level, you can't even beat me. How can you compete with those immortals? I think they will come again, and they won't be some cats or dogs. When you deal with those immortals, you are really like a mantis. It's not convenient for me to take action, so I'll find it for you.
If we get a helper, as long as the immortal who comes has not yet attained enlightenment, the Mohist family will only lose a little bit of money and not touch the foundation at all."
Ying Ruge didn't believe such big words, while Liu Sanqing was curious about what kind of person could be so capable.
"The helper you invited is none other than your junior senior brother, your twelfth brother, Jian Yuting."
"Jian Yuting?"
Ying Ruge and Liu Sanqing came out in unison. This name was unheard of. Liu Sanqing's thinking was not bad. Jian Yuting and Ting Yujian, one thought in the right direction and the other in the opposite direction.
"Is this Jian Yuting the Master of Tingyu Sword?"
Zhong Xihou laughed, nodded, and said: "This is not his real name. Of course, Xiao Yu, he only has this name. Xiao Yu is a brother, a swordsman, a great swordsman. He is also a cultivator like you.
He can be a cultivator of immortality that is unique in this world. What a pity, what a pity, this kid is not very smart."
"Twelve, senior brother, is he willing to take action?"
Zhong Xihou was so angry that after helping Ying Ruge so much, he only heard the word "senior brother". Xiaoyu had already called him "senior brother" before she even helped him.
"He is willing to take action and will help you severely humiliate those ungrateful people."
Ying Ruge nodded, with a slight smile on her face, and said softly: "That's great."
After Ying Ruge left, Zhong Xihou was still drinking alone in the yard, lying on a wicker chair and looking at the stars in the sky. He was really bored, so he threw the wine glass that Ying Ruge used into the air and struck out with his sword finger.
One sword energy after another. This sword energy is as gentle as the spring breeze, but it treats the wine glass as a fallen leaf, about to fall, and then ride the wind to the sky.
Zhong Xihou was in a daze while playing with the cup. He was just passing the time out of boredom. A drop of water fell from nowhere. It was obviously a drop of water, but its power was stronger than the steel ball of a musket. The wine cup was penetrated, leaving two more holes.
, there are only two more small holes, and there is no intention of being cracked or broken.
Zhong Xihou fired out a sword energy, and the wine glass pierced through the air. The force on it changed. This time, it did not fly up again, but fell at his feet.
After the wine glass fell to the ground, Zhong Xihou also came to his senses. He looked towards the direction where the water droplets came from and said with a smile on his face: "Xiao Yu, if you shoot it at Brother Wei's head, wouldn't Brother Wei's head turn into a watermelon and explode instantly?"
A young man walked slowly from the darkness. He was wearing a blue robe, which was the same bright color as Zhong Xihou's orange robe. The contrast made it even more visually impactful.
The person who came was naturally Jian Yuting. He was grinning like a libertine.
"Brother Hou, why are you so guarded? Oh my, today is really a good opportunity to kill you, but it's a pity that I missed it."
"You are just a poor talker, but you are thinking about something for your brother."
Jian Yuting asked "Hmm", then sat on the table and started to cut the mutton with a knife. The meat was already cold and tasted worse. He looked for wine glasses to drink, but the wine glasses on the table had already been eaten by the table.
I really disliked the oil stains on it. I caught a glimpse of the cup in front of Zhong Xihou, and when I reached for it with my hand, the cup flew over.
There was still wine in the glass, so Jian Yuting poured it out with a disgusted expression. Then she poured wine from that cup and drank three glasses in a row, which was enough.
Zhong Xihou was a little puzzled, that was the cup he had used.
, ignore these and continue to talk about your concerns.
"Xiaoyu, I'm afraid of you as a brother. You are still not kind."
Jian Yuting was still eating meat. When he heard this, he couldn't help turning his head, frowning slightly, and asked: "Where can I find a person with both courtesy, justice, integrity, trustworthiness and good character here? How come he is not kind?"
Zhong Xihou was also amused by Jian Yuting's shameless words. He sat upright, took a cup, wiped it with his sleeve, and poured himself a glass of wine.
It's late at night and slightly cool. A glass of good wine will warm you up instantly.
"Brother asked you to be the master of the young prince of Jinling, but you let go. When you came to Jinling, I planned to take you to the Mo family to see you, but you didn't know where to hang out. If you had accepted me as my brother earlier,
Arrange it to be done, why should I, junior brother, bother with it once or twice?"
Jian Yuting looked innocent, holding half a fist-sized piece of mutton in her mouth. The cold mutton was tougher, so it couldn't be chewed quickly without cutting it into small pieces with a knife.
He simply took the whole piece of mutton into his mouth, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it directly.
"Brother Hou, if I told you that I went to seek death and failed, would you believe me?"
Zhong Xihou found it interesting and looked at Jian Yuting with confusion, waiting for his answer.
Jian Yuting put down the meat in her hands and wanted to wipe her hands clean directly on her body, but thinking about her blue robe, which was newly made today, she felt a little reluctant to part with it. Then Jian Yuting simply grabbed Zhong Xihou's arms with both hands.
Sleeves, wiped again and again.
Zhong Xihou frowned slightly, then glared, and a sword energy struck. It was not directed at Jian Yuting, the sword energy passed by and directly peeled off the sleeves of his robe.
Jian Yuting grinned and used the half sleeve as a handkerchief to wipe her hands vigorously. Then she threw it away, raised her wine glass and drank four or five glasses before completely swallowing the mutton stuck in her throat.
"Did you know that Senior Brother is actually not dead?"
When he heard the word eldest brother, Zhong Xihou's eyes lit up. The second brother, the third brother, and the sixth brother were already such monsters, so what kind of person should the eldest brother be?
"continue."
Jian Yuting nodded, and listened to him without smiling playfully this time: "The second brother gave me the evaluation, the son of the sword, an unparalleled genius. The third brother gave me the evaluation, a journey to immortality, a hundred years of practice is better than a thousand years of practice. I
Unlike my junior brother, I have never challenged the heroes of the world with my sword. The reason is also arrogance. There is no swordsman in the world that I can like..."
Jian Yuting suddenly paused, and then looked at Zhong Xihou with a confused expression. He had forgotten that his brother Hou was also a swordsman.
Zhong Xihou chuckled and said: "It's okay. Brother Wei knows your qualifications and abilities very well. If Brother fights with you, I can't say I can win easily, but I will definitely not lose easily."
Seeing that Zhong Xihou was not angry, Jian Yuting immediately nodded and continued: "Actually, the rating of immortality in the secular world is really child's play. When it comes to immortality, I can go to heaven and be that immortal. But in my heart
All my brothers understood what they were going for. That day I met a powerful man in the imperial capital, and I was completely defeated and almost lost my life. Oh, now that I think about it, it’s such a pity.”
Speaking of how she almost lost her life, Jian Yuting was actually regretful that she did not die. Zhong Xihou looked even more miserable, feeling helpless towards his twelfth brother.
"So the person you met is the senior brother."
Jian Yuting nodded and said: "Yes, just because he recognized that my cultivation inheritance is from the same lineage as his, that I am his junior brother or junior, he did not kill me because of the friendship between the same sect. But ah
, he told me two names, I really, really couldn’t understand.”
Zhong Xihou raised his wine glass and took a sip. He was also a little excited when he thought that his senior brother could crush Xiao Yu like this. For some reason, since he no longer suppressed his cultivation, his warlike heart became more and more powerful.