When Qu'er came back, she brought a small letter with a small letter written on it: "Nanhai Guanyin Sect".
Ying Ruge lit a fire in her palm, burned the small print, and played with the music again. Then she raised her hand and any crazy bird jumped around.
Yufeng flew for a quarter of an hour, and Ying Ruge sat by the Guanyin Sect River. He sat there drinking. He didn't drink much, but it wasn't that he couldn't drink it.
In my memory, when Fairy Baiyun discovers that an ugly man is drunk, he will always be beaten until his skin is bruised and swollen. Then the ugly man will kneel on the wine bowl and confess while telling the young children that it is not advisable to drink to drown sorrows, and it is not advisable to drink to drown sorrows.
After taking it, he knelt down on the two wine bowls and snored loudly.
He took off the bundle and opened it. What was wrapped inside was an ordinary broken sword. Knowing exactly what he was doing, he sprayed wine on the sword and wiped it with his sleeve.
There was a "whoosh" sound, and a stone flew towards him. He turned over, and the stone still hit his chest.
Ying Ruge covered her chest. If she took off her clothes, the flesh in that area would be disgusting.
"It seems that I guessed right. After all, the recovery ability of a mortal skin is only so small. It will take years and months to get better for the places injured by those talismans."
Ying Ruge looked for the sound, and saw that the person was dressed in black, no more than four feet tall, and skinny. His face was young and tender, but his voice sounded like a weather-beaten old man.
The visitor smiled, did not shy away from his name, and announced his family name: "The swordsman hides the blade."
"Oh, Weeping Eagle User, Hidden Blade?"
Zangren couldn't help but smile, but a figure flashed and actually snatched the broken sword from Yingru Singer. Yingruge was angry in his heart, and was about to take action, but saw the former generation of Weeping Vulture closing its doors.
He placed his upper eyes and ears against the sword, as if listening. As he listened, he actually laughed, heartily.
"What a beautiful sword. How about giving it to me?" Before Ying Ruge could speak, Zangren added, "Of course, I will exchange my sword for your sword. Is this a deal?"
"Oh, I'm afraid I can exchange it with this sword..."
"Let's not conclude yet. Is Linghu Changkong, who has destroyed tens of millions of swords, worthy of the sword wielder's dragon glory?"
"Long Yao!"
Ying Ruge couldn't help but shout out, Long Yao, Long Yao, it turned out to be Long Yao. Also because the visitor mentioned Long Yao, Ying Ruge ignored the identity of Linghu Changkong.
The visitor stared at Ying Ruge for a while, suddenly frowned, cursed someone in his mind, and then smiled.
"Furthermore, my hands are good at ghost ways and can save this ghost boy."
Zangren pointed at Dalang, as if he had a winning ticket. How could anyone refuse to agree to such a generous offer?
Although Ying Ruge was surprised that the visitor could see Da Lang and the offer was so tempting, she still shook her head.
"Forget it, then this is a gift to you. There is no way to save him. Have you met his two younger brothers, right?"
When Ying Ruge heard this, she immediately drew dozens of phoenix fires out of nowhere, filled with murderous intent, and asked: "How do you know?"
Zangren looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, and said softly: "The swordsman was originally here to deliver the sword."
"How to save him?" Although he asked, the phoenix fire still did not dissipate.
"If you want to save him, then let Erlang cultivate into a semi-immortal body and burn his brother's three souls and six souls with Qingluan fire."
"Half-immortal body..."
"Oh, I forgot, according to your mortal words, there is no realm of immortality. There is nothing that is impossible, just like you, an immortal person."
This time Ying Ruge also laughed, waiting for the child to grow up and cultivate
He didn't know the year or month it took to reach the realm of formlessness. He also didn't know whether he could cultivate to the realm of formlessness in his own life.
Zangren threw the broken sword back casually, and Ying Ruge caught the sword. He held the broken sword in his hand, and the broken sword began to emit a cold light.
"Then you have heard the words of the founding emperor, the Dragon Emperor: Anyone who offends my siblings will be punished by the gods and Buddhas."
Zangren put his hands together and pointed his sword directly at the stars. In the moonlight for a moment, a golden light fell from the sky, like a golden dragon roaring into the world. Closer, closer, Zangren reached out and grasped it again, and let out another angry sound.
Roaring the dragon, he slowly pulled out a golden sword with dragon patterns from the golden light.
"It has been five hundred years since the sword was concealed, and the king's sword came into the world and the waves changed. If you don't mess with the fairy world, your fate will follow the wind. If you want to be happy, why do you need a three-foot sword?"
Whether the king's sword was broken or whether it was broken into scrap metal, the destination of Dalang's soul may depend on this.
It is said that on this day, a young master who was as dazzling as a pearl came to Tianshui Villa.
The softness of his skin makes the famous skinny horse on the Qinhuai River look ashamed. His eight-foot-long graceful clothes are as graceful and elegant as a sage. He wears a green shirt with a three-quarter length that is refined and just right. He has a black wood folding fan in his hand and a picture album on his back. The master is here.
, put away the folding fan and bent down to salute, not losing the pride and dignity of a scholar, but yet being so down-to-earth and able to understand the general outline.
When the owner of Mozhuang saw the visitor, he stroked his beard and smiled. It was only for this younger generation that the swordsman of the Mo family, who had always been unsmiling, could smile a bit.
Without paying any courtesy, he sat down at the main seat, took a sip of tea, and asked, "Hong'er came to the villa today, but what treasure did he get that he wants to share with Ming'er?"
The visitor's surname was Li, and his given name was Gang Hong. He had been a guest of Jinling King Zhu's family since his grandfather's generation. But this guest was a little different. He was rich and powerful, and he was like a Xiaoyao Hou who danced and danced under the king of the mountain.
There are three sons in the Li family. Li Ganghong is two years older than Mo Ming. He knew "Thousand Character Classic" at the age of three and "Disciples' Regulations" at the age of five. When it comes to young geniuses, it is as if he knows everything.
, Li Ganghong didn’t dare to say first or second. If he was ranked among the top three, he would probably cause criticism.
Li Ganghong just sat down, stood up and saluted, and then continued: "Yes, someone gave my grandfather a volume of "Guandi Poetry and Bamboo" a few days ago. Although it was copied, it was also written by everyone. I feel that
This painting is worth thousands of gold, so I couldn't help but bring it to Mo County to invite Xuan Tu to discuss it."
The owner of Mo Village stroked his long beard, frowned slightly, thought for a while, and said: "In Sang County, east of Mo County, there is a bamboo forest that stretches for ten miles. You two can also have a drink and chat about heroes in the prosperous age of Antai."
Li Ganghong knelt on the ground, bowed with great ceremony, and said respectfully: "Thank you, Lord, son-in-law."
The owner of Mozhuang didn't care about Li Ganghong's set of etiquette. He ordered someone to inform Mo Ming, pack up his painting tools and go to the elegant and elegant people with Li Ganghong. After walking a few steps, he called back the servant and added
I finished the sentence, meaning that I have a paintbrush of good quality in my study, so I can take it with me.
The new boy didn't quite understand. He was surprised. What kind of good brush could the village owner have that the young master didn't have? He was just the lowest servant, so naturally he didn't want to ask more questions, so he had to tell the truth.
When Mo Ming heard that Li Ganghong was coming, he smiled and opened his fan to let some air flow, while the young prince Zhu Yinuo expressed joy, his eyes suddenly became as round as ripe grapes, and he said with a smile:
"Brother Dahong is here, you can tease him again."
Mo Ming coughed lightly and whispered: "No nonsense."
The servant was dumbfounded. He never expected that such a sentence would be surprisingly useful to the young prince of Jinling.
Before Mo Ming could say another word, a maid came to deliver a message.
The maid was wearing a white gown. She was playful and dewy, quiet and pleasant, and her eyes were pretty and almond-shaped.
There was just the right amount of charm in his bright black eyes.
When Zhu Yinuo saw the maid, he was even more happy than when he heard that Li Ganghong had come to Tianshui Villa. He pounced on her like a big insect that had been hungry for three to five days. He stared at the maid with his eyes and said stupidly: "Qu
Sister, you must be here to find me, right?"
The maid who was called a composer was just one year older than Zhu Yinuo. The girl was indeed measured and unambiguous in her actions. She stayed with the princess for six or seven years, and she grew up from a little girl to an unparalleled beauty.
Beauty, no wonder the young prince of Jinling is a nymphomaniac.
The servants who came to deliver the message first looked at her, where is the maid here? This is clearly the daughter of a wealthy family who serves her like a jewel!
Qu'er covered her mouth and smiled, her laughter was like a clear bell, and her smiling face was more like the peach blossoms of the season.
The maid Qu'er actually seemed to be indifferent between master and servant. She rewarded Zhu Yinuo with a chestnut. Zhu Yinuo cooperated so much that he covered his forehead and said "Hey". Qu'er stopped smiling and acted like she was talking about something serious.
, said: "Little prince, the princess said that since I haven't seen you for many years, I miss you, my precious nephew, and I want to take a look at you more."
When Zhu Yinuo heard this, it was okay. Anyway, Brother Dahong basically came to Tianshui Villa to find Mo Ming. The two of them were either Confucius and Mencius or playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting. They were not interested, so they might as well go to their aunt's place to act coquettishly.
What great treasure can I get?
Little Abacus was so happy. Unexpectedly, Qu'er added: "The village owner also said that in the past few years when you were away, he met a master of Qi training. Even without activating Qi Yuan, he could do it with the power of Dantian alone."
He can kill everyone, so he asked for some advice and is about to teach you."
Zhu Yinuo just hanged himself with a face like he went to his mother's grave every year to mourn. What, his uncle wanted to train him again? Then he couldn't even lie down at night? He wanted to say no, but he had no choice, he didn't have the courage.
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Looking back at Mo Ming, this dishonest guy was still drinking tea leisurely and eating green dumplings in small bites, as if it had nothing to do with him.
When I saw Li Ganghong, I saw him alone, wearing a green shirt, sitting cross-legged and meditating under the tree like a Taoist. An ebony folding fan was placed on the left, and a painting tube stood on the right, or maybe that was what was inside.
Volume "Guandi Shizhu".
Hearing the sound of footsteps, he saw his ears twitching slightly. He opened his eyes and saw that the person coming was his childhood friend. He slightly raised the corners of his lips in a smile that meant hello.
"Brother Hong, I haven't seen you for a few months, and you seem to be even calmer now."
"Brother Ming, don't make fun of me. Didn't my master-in-law ask you to go to his study to get a paintbrush?" Li Ganghong saw that Mo Ming had nothing but his own people, and only the exquisite folding fan in his hand. Li Gang said
Hong was a little confused.
Mo Ming laughed out loud and explained: "With Brother Hong here, how can Mo Ming dare to paint? I will go buy two bottles of wine and some snacks, and listen to the chirping of insects and birds. It will be a relaxing half day."
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Li Ganghong shook his head, picked up the ebony folding fan and carried the painting bucket, explaining: "Brother Ming, brother Ming, it's unfortunate. I accidentally twisted my wrist in Jinling two days ago.
, I’m afraid that no matter how beautiful the scenery is, my unsatisfactory skills will not be able to sustain a painting!”
When Mo Ming heard this, he could only shake his head and sigh. It was too troublesome to grind and paint, so he turned around and left, leaving only this sentence: "Okay, then this time you will drink and eat snacks, and I will give you a calligraphy and painting career for my brother."
To pass it on to future generations.”
When Li Ganghong heard this, he couldn't help laughing.
Li Ganghong raised his head and looked at the sky at Tianshui Villa. He looked at the sky at Lincheng from the highest point in Lincheng, closed his eyes, and smiled slightly.