Seeing the Impermanence Sword, Mo Ming couldn't help but be surprised. He never expected that the Impermanence Sword would be in the hands of Zhong Xihou. Mo Ming reached out to grab the spiritual sword, but Zhong Xihou was one step faster than him and had already withdrawn the sword.
Looking at Zhong Xihou, he had a smile on his face, but shook his head.
Mo Ming also knew that he was rude, so he sat upright and respectfully filled a glass of wine for Marquis Zhong Xi.
This move seemed to be quite effective. After Zhong Xihou drank the wine, he threw the sword directly to Mo Ming. Mo Ming took the sword, looked at it carefully, and confirmed that it was indeed the Impermanent Sword that he had heard about.
"City Lord Zhong, how come the Sword of Impermanence is in your hand?"
On the contrary, Zhong Xihou looked puzzled and asked: "I am just curious, Linghu Changkong should have never used this spiritual sword in front of you, how could you recognize it at once?"
Mo Ming couldn't help but smile bitterly, sighed, and then simply raised the jug, took two sips, and drank the whole jug of wine. He wiped the wine on the back of his hand, touched the Impermanence Sword with his hand, and then held the sword with both hands.
Hand it back respectfully.
Zhong Xihou directly placed the sword on his seat, then poured himself a drink and waited for Mo Ming to answer.
Mo Ming was silent for a few moments, and then slowly said: "To be honest, after Changkong left, I also sent people to search for me. After all, he didn't want to see me. No matter how he searched, Changkong was nowhere to be seen. Later, after asking around, I heard that Destroy the Sword
The Lord once had thirteen swords, so he was named Thirteen Hate. The one I have never seen is the Wuchang Sword in the hands of the Marquis. I also heard that this sword belonged to Bai Wuchang, the elder of Muhan Tower.
All owned by seniors."
Zhong Xihou nodded. After hearing this, he was quite satisfied. Junior Brother, Junior Brother, you, my fellow brother, can be considered a caring person. At least you know how to search for your traces instead of simply taking the treasure as your own.
But what Zhong Xihou didn't expect was that Mo Ming had already given away one of the spiritual swords earlier, that is, the fast sword Shou Ma given to Zhu Yinuo.
"Okay, the person I want to exchange wine money with you will naturally not be this sword. It will be a few things. Perhaps after hearing these things, what should I do in the future and how should I go? Mr. Mo will also weigh in his heart.
It’s balanced.”
Mo Ming was puzzled. He really couldn't understand Zhong Xihou. This man was highly skilled in martial arts and might even be able to compete with his father. He was able to govern for others. Sometimes he seemed to do whatever he wanted, and sometimes he was as cunning as a fox. It was really surprising.
People can't see through it, they can't see through it.
"Lord Zhongcheng, let's talk, but Mo Ming has something to say first. Whether Lord Zhongcheng says it or not, I should treat you to this drink."
Zhong Xihou said he was here to ask for a drink, but in the end he still waved his hand and said: "I want to tell you something first, and then you can consider whether to invite me to drink."
Mo Ming chuckled, and then said: "What Master Zhong said was my little brother Zhu Yinuo's finger? Master Zhong humiliated him. As an elder brother, I would be lying if I said I wasn't angry. But if I say that,
Do you really have no idea at all? I really want to thank City Master Zhong. This kid has already planned to go to White Crow in Ziwei City to practice after he recovers."
When he heard that Zhu Yinuo was going to train with the White Crow Army, Zhong Xihou's eyes lit up and he clapped his hands and praised him, as if he was even more excited than Mo Ming.
"This is just as good as this, and it doesn't disappoint his brother who has worked so hard?"
That brother’s painstaking efforts?
Mo Ming sounded confused and misunderstood that Zhu Jiannan wanted Zhong Xihou to destroy Zhu Yinuo's finger. But thinking of Zhu Jiannan's various actions, he actually believed it for a while. Being able to do this, he felt very happy.
To be so ruthless, I think it was only me, my little brother.
But even my mother never gave me the correct answer as to whether my brother's behavior was right or wrong.
"But His Highness and the Marquis had planned beforehand to make Yinuo have some memory? It seems that even if he loses one of his fingers..."
Nothing said
After finishing, Zhong Xihou shook his head, and then heard him say: "Wrong, this Zhu Yinuo is not the only two brothers, you and Zhu Jiannan."
Mo Ming's eyes widened. Zhu Yinuo naturally had not only two brothers, but three. He and their eldest brother were called Zhu Jianying. But Zhu Jianying had gone crazy and was sent to Hanshan Temple for retirement. He died here.
For the rest of my life, how could I join forces with Zhong Xihou to destroy Zhu Yinuo's finger?
Zhong Xihou naturally guessed what Mo Ming was thinking, but he shook his head again, and then said: "I know what you are thinking. There is no need to be confused. The person I spoke to is not the previous Crown Prince. Zhu Jianying has already
Crazy silly, I think you know better than Gu. What Gu is talking about is your younger brother, Zhu Yinuo’s older brother."
When the last sentence was spoken, the tone changed slightly, and it was leisurely and somewhat mysterious.
Mo Ming's eyes opened even wider. He frowned and looked at Zhong Xihou, his younger brother, Zhu Yinuo's older brother?
"City Lord Zhong, such a joke is terrifying and interesting."
Seeing Mo Ming's reaction, Zhong Xihou found it interesting, filled himself a glass of wine, drank it down, and then asked: "Then, does Linghu Changkong count as your brother, and Zhu Yinuo's brother?
"
Hearing that the person Zhong Xihou was talking about was Linghu Changkong, Mo Ming calmed down a little. It was strange, but just a few words of provocation, his mood changed so much. The more Mo Ming looked at Zhong Xihou, the more he felt about this person.
Don't be close to each other, and keep a respectful distance is the best choice.
But naturally Zhong Xihou didn't care about what he thought. What he cared about was not Mo Ming, not Zhu Yinuo, only his little junior brother, Ying Ruge.
"Okay, let me tell you about your brother Linghu Changkong. He is ready to retire from the world. If you are somewhere one day, you may meet him in an ordinary tavern. Then,
Go in and ask for a jug of wine and a few side dishes, but nothing else."
"Retreat?"
Thinking of Linghu Changkong preparing to retire, Mo Ming had no regrets on his face, but a look of happiness. Zhong Xihou looked at it and was slightly startled, then his face was full of joy. He was thinking in his heart, Junior Brother, Junior Brother, you compatriots
Although my brother is not very bright, in the end he treats you sincerely.
"City Lord Zhong, is there anyone else?"
Zhong Xihou nodded. He originally planned to tell Mo Ming directly that Linghu Changkong was Ying Ruge, and Ying Ruge had the same face as Mo Ming.
But thinking about it in retrospect, although Ying Ruge had already taken off his mask, he would not be willing to do it if he was asked to appear directly in front of the Mo family and the Zhu family.
Since the junior brother is unwilling to do this, then he should not expose it himself.
"Let me tell you first that this Impermanence Sword is already owned by Gu, so Mr. Mo, please don't worry about it."
Mo Ming nodded, and then said: "As for Changkong, I don't care about this Impermanence Sword. If you want to hand over the other twelve, no, let's say eleven swords, to Lord Zhong City, I, Mo Ming, will do the same.
Nothing more to say."
Zhong Xihou was slightly startled when he heard this, and asked: "Linghu Changkong left you with twelve swords from the Mo family. How come it turned out to be eleven swords with Mr. Mo?"
Mo Ming's face was a little bitter. He took a sip of wine and then said slowly: "As City Lord Zhong said just now, my younger brother, Changkong's younger brother, we have a younger brother named Zhu Yinuo. He will go to the White Crow Army
City Master Zhong also understands what Yinuo has practiced through experience. That thin horse is most suitable for a fast swordsman."
Hearing that Zhu Yinuo picked the thin horse, Zhong Xihou also nodded in agreement.
He didn't care about such small incidents.
"Do you know why Linghu Changkong conspired with me to destroy one of Zhu Yinuo's fingers?"
Of course, Mo Ming didn't know, and he really had no interest in such pretense, so he just shook his head.
Since no one was praising him, he was really not interested. Zhong Xihou had to take another sip of the wine before continuing: "Because, the one who wanted to teach Zhu Yinuo a lesson at first was not someone else, but your two brothers. Now, now
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of Jinling, Zhu Jiannan.”
Mo Ming's face was full of doubts. He really didn't understand. He was even half-convinced by Zhong Xihou's words and asked: "His Highness wants to abolish Yi Nuo's finger? What's the meaning of this?"
Zhong Xihou spread his hands, and then said: "What do you think is the purpose of such behavior? In other words, it is just to make the little overlord of Jinling have a longer memory. It's a pity, Gu Ke is miserable, just like this.
You have become a scapegoat in Lincheng."
Although Mo Ming was surprised that Zhu Jiannan would do this, after thinking about it, he felt that it should be the truth. But there was one thing that he didn't understand. Since he was just teaching Zhu Yinuo a lesson, why did Linghu Changkong plan with Zhong Xihou and simply
Cripple one of Zhu Yinuo's fingers?
In the end, Mo Ming asked: "Then, why did you cut off Yinuo's finger like that?"
Zhong Xihou laughed, and then said: "Because, your brother Linghu Changkong believes that only in this way, Zhu Yinuo will give up his dream of being in the world and either succeed to the throne of Jinling with peace of mind, or continue to be a playboy and be his Jinling
Little Overlord. But isn’t this what you want to see? Isn’t this good?”
Although the ending was indeed what they wanted to see, even Mo Ming felt it was too cruel to ask Xiao Yinuo to sacrifice a finger.
"You may think it's cruel, but have you ever thought about how a young master from an aristocratic family who doesn't have any real ability would die miserably if he were allowed to travel alone? But that's what you want to see.
?Even though the methods are cruel, the result is what you want to see, so that’s enough, isn’t it?”
Although he didn't want to admit it, Mo Ming still nodded in the end. Now that he knew why Linghu Changkong wanted to cripple Zhu Yinuo's finger, Mo Ming couldn't blame Zhong Xihou anymore.
But Zhong Xihou's words were far from over. He ate a few more grapes and spit out the skins on the silver plate and the pits outside the house as before.
"What a pity. Last night I lost one of the little prince's fingers. In the future, it's hard to predict whether the young prince will stab him in the back."
There are so many words, but this sentence is the only one that is real and realistic. Zhu Yinuo will eventually become the king of Lincheng, and the hatred of the broken finger has existed and will never be eliminated in this life.
After saying this, Zhong Xihou filled another glass of wine and turned to Mo Ming. Mo Ming also understood the meaning, filled a glass for himself, clinked the wine glasses with Zhong Xihou, and then drank both of them.
"Master Mo, you should get drunk at night in Qinhuai and enjoy the flowers. But it's a pity that the dozen or so most beautiful flowers on the Qinhuai River have all entered Gu's backyard."
Mo Ming couldn't help but shook his head bitterly, and then said: "I heard that City Lord Zhong is in the West, and Meiji has countless treasures. When you come to Jinling, you have to go through such troubles. Lord Zhong's body is really strong."
After hearing these words, a woman might scold you for being a slut, and then blush with embarrassment. But when a man hears this, he will look proud.
Zhong Xihou threw another grape into his mouth, chewed it for a few mouthfuls, and swallowed it whole without spitting out the skin and core. Seeing his proud face, Mo Ming also found it interesting. This black-faced man is really thick-skinned.
"After talking so much about your two brothers, Mr. Mo, maybe you can exchange for some wine money?"
Mo Ming immediately filled up another glass of wine, and Zhong Xihou also raised his glass. The two clinked their glasses again, and then each drank it down.
Then Mo Ming wiped the remaining wine from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, said happily and long "Ah", and then said: "The Marquis has said that if you drink at Qinhuai night, you will not return until you are drunk."