Lincheng Huamo Chapter 23: Journey to Prove the Way
The world is like a cloud, and the sky has destroyed the emperor's power. I remember all the generals and entrust their lives to the three princes. Above the stars, in the frost and dew of the palace, the pines are tearing at the ground, and the sad wind rises in the daytime.
Regardless of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty or the rule of Zhenguan, who has ever remembered how the country of Daye came to be?
The founding Dragon Emperor was originally a general of the last emperor of the previous dynasty, and also the last emperor Jinlan.
The five kingdoms attacked the city, and the country was in trouble. However, the emperor was weak and sick in bed. When he was dying, he did not pass on the throne to the prince, nor did he enfeoff the kings. All he had was a word, the Zen throne was Long Lie. That is, the great protector of the country.
The general gained a position and made bold moves. All foreign enemies retreated, and the country changed its surname.
Perhaps it is true that one emperor and one courtier, emperors take turns for thousands of years.
Looking at the destiny of the empire, maybe it’s time to change the people on the Dragon Throne and the Dragon Palace.
Ying Ruge, who had just fought, didn't care about this. For him, his family, country, and world were just the moment when he took off his mask and showed a smile, which was more precious.
Ying Ruge was walking among that group of weirdos. He had no bronze alms bowl, no staff, only a robe, a bamboo hat and a shabby baggage. This outfit would make people think that he came to Aurous Hill for the same purpose as those weirdos.
.
What is the purpose of his coming? Who else would care about it?
Ying Ruge walked into an inn that had a flag with a cyan background and black borders, an embroidered dragon on the top and three talents on the bottom.
"Hey, master, please come in." The fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy bowed his waist and stretched out his hands to invite Ying Ruge inside. Ying Ruge did not go to the table he was cleaning. He walked directly to the counter, and the shopkeeper was there.
He was calculating abacus up and down. He was calculating abacus in front of a thick book wrapped in cowhide. His technique was skillful and he came and went quickly.
"Shopkeeper, maybe give me a bowl of water."
"If you want water, go talk to the waiter. How many days will it take to get a room?"
"I want the water you poured."
The shopkeeper stopped, put down the account book in his hand, looked at the numbers on the abacus, and wrote on the paper with a pen. "Then I dare to ask the master what kind of water you want?"
"Then what kind of water do you have here?"
"Here we have the snow water of Kunlun Mountain, the lake water of Hangzhou, and the yellow spring water of Huicheng..."
Ying Ruge left, and he left the inn. He walked neither fast nor slowly, and the shopkeeper ignored him. Only the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy was a little depressed.
Qu Tianqin was sitting in the lobby, and she also saw this strange monk. The way he walked and the voice he spoke were not what a monk should have. However, Qu Tianqin didn't pay attention. Jinling has been here these days.
No weirdo, what she was more interested in was listening to the chats of these people in this place where people were coming and going, and hearing what these people said.
Ying Ruge looked back at the inn, the Wuhan Tower in the Muhan Tower, the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests, the Duobao Pavilion, the Shanxing Hall, and the Devil's Cry. The five halls that exist are Wu, Yue, Jue, Leng, and Yao.
He is also the person who has real power and can mobilize the seventy-two pavilions on the thirty-sixth floor. I am the acting building owner, and the entire Muhan Tower is at his disposal.
And although he has the same power as several people, he has no real power. After seeing his order, every department and department must obey orders, but these people are not under his control.
This is also comfortable for Ying Ruge, not to mention that he has subordinates who take orders from him. The one-in-a-million Thirteen Shas of Tianluan take orders from him.
Where people were coming and going, the monk was nowhere to be seen.
No one cares what he came to Jinling for.
Ying Ruge went to another shop, a pawn shop, and pawned a broken wooden sword. The clerk at the pawn shop frowned at the broken wooden sword, but did not chase him away. He just said contemptuously: "The rotten peach woodworms eat the inferior ones."
A rat-bitten Xuanwu sword can be pawned for thirteen coins."
The man standing in line behind Ying Ruge, holding a vermilion wooden box tightly in his arms, was dumbfounded. What, a broken wooden sword can be used as thirteen coins? Turn around and quickly chop down two trees and start whittling the wooden sword. One day counts.
Fifty wood-cutting swords. Each one is cheaper and sells for ten cents, which is five hundred cents a day and fifteen taels a month. The man was thinking about this, suddenly turned around and left. He was planning to use it as his wife's dowry jewelry.
The child lost his thoughts, as if he had suddenly enlightened after being stupid for many years, discovered a way to make money, and ran happily all the way.
Ying Ruge didn't notice the stupid man behind her, so she asked again: "It's a good job, I'll pick it up tomorrow."
The waiter frowned and asked, "If you have to, I'll do it. I'll collect it in three days, twenty coins."
Yingru's singing voice was still there, saying: "Twenty-five articles, I'll get them tomorrow."
Guy's eyebrows are updated
Tight, I don't know whether to keep this wooden sword or not. Just when the young man hesitated, he heard a strong voice saying: "One hundred and fifty coins, I'll get it tomorrow."
Ying Ruge nodded, and the waiter reluctantly accepted the wooden sword and took out one hundred and fifty coppers for Ying Ruge. When Ying Ruge left, the waiter threw the wooden sword aside casually, feeling that it was so
Some bad luck. The middle-aged man who just spoke bent down and picked up the wooden sword, and chuckled: "You just don't know what to do."
The waiter complained: "As a poor man, he may not be able to pawn anything good in the future."
The middle-aged man thought for a while, then looked at the broken wooden sword. He took a breath and thought for a while, besides wooden swords, what else can be pawned? In addition, a wooden sword can be sold for a few coins on the street.
?
He touched the blade of the wooden sword with his hand again. Haha, this wooden sword is not for children to play with. With such a sharp blade, does it mean that children will accidentally hurt others? Bad luck, bad luck. But
Dealing with such an unlucky sword, the middle-aged man did not throw it away. He even found a piece of bright yellow satin of high quality and wrapped it up. The man was about to scold him, but when he saw it, he was surprised. It was quite tattered.
Why does the sword seem to have some meaning after being wrapped in a piece of silk worth one tael and one foot of silver?
Naturally, the clerk could not have imagined that three days later, they would pawn a treasure that shocked Lincheng Auction House.
I have slain evil dragons and gone to ghosts and sycophants. The fairy sword is unique. It is a rare opportunity. It is only sold for 800 taels. If you miss it, there is no shop like this in this village...
When Zhong Xihou came back, his robes were stained with blood, but his expression remained unchanged and the sword in his arms remained unchanged. Qu Tianqin did not say anything when he saw it. He helped Zhong Xihou take off his clothes and gave him a hot water bath.
She knew that Mr. Hou had met a master. Mr. Hou said that swordsmen like to wear white clothes, not only because the clothes look like knights and immortals. Swordsmen wear white clothes, which is to express themselves.
Ability. Swords intersecting and weapons without eyes can easily hurt people. If the blood flows out, it will be stained on the clothes.
So is this blood yours or someone else's? Or maybe your sword has been full of blood, but your robe is still clean.
Marquis Zhongxi also told her that if she was afraid that others would see the blood on her body, she should change into a red robe.
"Master Hou, today you..."
Qu Tianqin couldn't hold back, she asked, she asked Zhong Xihou such a question.
"The four ghosts of the Zhong family, Ge Qianqiu, the commoner Tai Sui, Ao Xian, the sleeping dragon of the East China Sea, and two unknown swordsmen. But it is a pity that Fist Shock Spring and Autumn never showed up."
"who is it······"
Zhong Xihou took off his robe and threw it on the ground. It had been a long time since he had wielded the sword like this. He remembered that he was out of breath at that time.
"One attack and one defense, one retreat and one advance, and the sword moves will still be exchanged..."
"Did the Marquis say that he was Yi Shuihan's man?"
Zhong Xihou shook his head and waved his hand. He was extremely confident in his sword and firmly believed that Yi Shuihan was a famous swordsman. If the vertical and horizontal swordsman in Yi Shuihan only had this ability, he would only be disappointed.
"If you have a tattoo of a swallow on your shoulder, you may not be the one riding on Yan Yun."
"Yan Yunqi?" Qu Tianqin was testing the temperature of the water. The water was still a little hot. She sprinkled the petals and poured the medicinal wine. "If it is really Yan Yunqi, what are these minions doing when they come to the city?"
Zhong Xihou did not answer. When Tian Qin looked at him, Zhong Xihou had already fallen asleep. He was lying on the table and fast asleep. Qu Tianqin lifted up Zhong Xihou's loose hair and combed it well. No matter how powerful the person is, he is still asleep.
She is always vulnerable at this time, and so is the Marquis.
She had seen too many backs, her grandfather's, her father's, her brother's. Now, she was looking at the back of the Lord of the Nightless City. She could only watch their backs running but could never catch up.
Qu Tianqin once asked Qu Tianao what level of martial arts attainments Zhong Xihou was when he was seventeen years old. Qu Tianao touched his chin and thought for a while, unsure and said, probably the ancestor. He asked again, Qu Tianao
What state were you in when you were seventeen years old? Qu Tianao said quite proudly, the peak state of the Yuanzu. Qu Tianqin looked surprised at first, then frowned and asked her proud brother, what state are you in now, Qu Tianao stupid
Still so stupid, he said angrily, the most peak Yuanzu state. Qu Tianqin mocked Qu Tianao, and asked Zhong Xihou what state he was in now. Qu Tianao touched his chin again, frowned in thought, and was unsure of the answer.
, maybe it’s the Hongmeng realm, maybe it’s the Hongmeng realm that’s as tall as several buildings.
Qu Tianqin ignores him
Maybe, maybe, in his opinion, only the Hongmeng realm, or higher than the Hongmeng realm, could be the realm of Zhong Xihou.
But what Qu Tianqin doesn't understand is that if a person is diligent and diligent from martial arts to Yuanzu, even if the talent is dull, it will still take decades to reach it. But after the Yuanzu realm, there are common martial arts prehistoric realms, Confucianism and Confucianism.
The realm of loss of hundreds of schools of Taoism and Buddhism, and the rare Xuanhuang realm of cultivating immortals. The three realms are divided into five levels, and each level is a heavenly threshold.
What this silly girl doesn't understand is that her brother, who has been trapped in the Yuanzu for twenty years, once fought three great wildernesses alone. Although it was difficult, he finally won. What this silly girl doesn't understand is that in those deceptive Jianghu novels, people are always...
Ancestor Xuanhuang descended from heaven to earth, but she didn’t know that there were very few people cultivating immortals in the world, let alone the realm of Xuanhuang. Most of the cultivators could not climb up to the level of Yuanzu without resorting to martial arts or the enlightenment of various schools of thought.
It’s also hard work. If this silly girl really meets an immortal cultivator in the Xuanhuang Realm one day, then this trip to the world will be very rewarding and she will make a lot of money.
When Zhong Xihou woke up, he was lying on a high bed with soft pillows. After returning to the cage, how many people would refuse such a great enjoyment? But Zhong Xihou got up immediately. He lifted the quilt and stood up. He really didn't want to lie down any longer. His sword
It's not on the bedside, it's not on the table, and it can't be found anywhere in the house. When the door is opened, Tian Qin is sitting outside, with his sword stuck on the ground and his back leaning against the sword, sitting like this.
A woman in orange crouched beside the girl, looking at Qu Tianqin with great interest.
Zhong Xihou pulled out his sword and threw it into the house. He picked up Qu Tianqin and carried her into the house. He gently put her on the bed and covered her with a quilt.
The action of Marquis Zhong Xi throwing his sword dissatisfied the woman in orange, but she had no choice but to see her face hidden by her long black hair, so her expression could not be seen.
Zhong Xihou turned back to get his sword, and when he held the Wuyun Sword, Zhongxihou was surprised. Wuyun Sword had been with him for more than ten years, and he had never seen such spiritual pressure that seemed to backfire on the person holding the sword.
The woman in orange covered her mouth and sneered, "Could it be that Wu Yujian thinks that you, Marquis Zhongxi, are no longer as good as you were before?"
Zhong Xihou held the sword with both hands, and his sword had never lost control. Wu Yu was a spiritual sword, which Zhong Xihou believed in. Wu Yu sword was also a loyal sword, Zhong Xihou believed so.
of.
"The sword of Gu Zhong Xihou, even if you don't hold it for a thousand days, it will still be the most poisonous thorn in the world."
"Flying flowers are moving in the sky, falling flowers are mirrorless in the water, and the wind sword of the broken flowers..." The sword moves popped up in my mind for no reason, "Flying dragons patrol the eight wilderness, flying swallows return to their nests at night..."
Zhong Xihou's knowledge of Wuyu swordsmanship can only be described as thorough. However, whether it is a move like Feilong or Feiyan that can capture the head of a general in an army of ten thousand, or a move like Feihua, Luohua, or Broken Flower that can both attack and defend.
He also delayed me for seven or eight years.
Yes, he, the lord of the city that never sleeps, has lived too comfortably these past years. He is too comfortable to fight with swords and life against others. His swordsmanship is undoubtedly superb, but his desire to kill no longer exists.
"Feiyan, mark the sky..." The sword style in my mind changed from the flying swallow style to the mark Kong style, "henkong, cut into the air..." The mark Kong style changed to the slashing style, "cut
Empty... broken!" The blood boiled all over the body, Qi traveled all over the body, and the sword energy scattered in all directions. In an instant, the tables, chairs, bottles and jars in the room were shattered one after another, and the cuts were extremely smooth.
"Master Marquis, you..." Qu Tianqin woke up in fright, like an injured fox cub staring at a hunter. Zhong Xihou gasped for breath, staggered to stand up, and couldn't help but feel full of strength.
It was also a bit more relaxed.
Zhong Xihou looked at the dancing sword. He remembered that Zhong Nanyan was drinking under the flowers that day and suddenly fell asleep. Zhong Xihou Hen, who was awake, soon saw Zhong Nanyan with his eyes closed and snoring, dancing with a sword. Waiting for his adoptive father to drink wine
When I woke up, I only felt pain in my waist and back, and I mistakenly thought that the young Zhong Xihou had beaten me while I was sleeping.
"Wu Yu, Wu Yu, you are worrying too much. Even if Zhong Xihou forgets his name one day, he will never forget this set of swordsmanship."
Zhong Xihou looked at Qu Tianqin with a smile on his face. He didn't care when the woman in orange disappeared or where she went.
"Tianqin, do you know why Gu came to the city?"
"For, for the city that never sleeps?"
Zhong Xihou smiled but said nothing.
When the snow falls and spring comes, you sleep. In my dream, the mountains and rivers never sleep.
I want to travel thousands of miles to the west, but I can't see the yellow sand and I can't see you.
The skinny horse hangs low to prove the way of heaven, and the three-foot green front is smiling proudly.
A thousand years of success and fame are at your fingertips, but God is the most ruthless.