Zhong Xihou looked at the door and saw Qu Tianqin standing there, looking at him.
Qu Tianqin put on black cloth armor and held her scimitar behind her back. She knew that the Marquis would definitely not ask her to come with him.
"Tian Qin swears to follow the Marquis to the death!" The girl knelt down on one knee and hit the ground with her fist.
"Tianqin, you go to a place with me."
"Where does the Marquis want Tian Qin to go?"
"Are you interested in helping Gu manage the business in Evernight City?"
"Master Hou..."
"Tianqin, there are many ways for people to realize their value. Fighting and killing are the lowest."
Qu Tianqin hesitated to speak. Is beating and killing the most despicable thing?
But is she, Qu Tianqin, qualified to fight for Zhong Xihou? Is she that capable?
Zhong Xihou took out his white jade token and handed over the symbol of the Lord of the Nightless City to Tian Qin. He handed over tens of millions of wealth to this little girl who was less than twenty.
But Zhong Xihou would not have expected that an unprecedented gambling game was slowly approaching this seventeen-year-old girl, a gambling game that related to prosperity and death.
Zhong Xihou left without leaving a word.
And Ying Ruge is now standing on the flagpole at the sixth floor of Jinling. He is still wearing the monk's clothes. No one knows how he got up. If he was very skilled, it would be difficult to climb such a tall and thin pole.
Not to mention standing firmly at the top.
"What is that man doing standing there?"
"How did he get up there?"
Everyone is talking. They are talking about the man standing at the top, what he is doing, and how he got up. Ying Ruge is waiting for someone. This place undoubtedly has the best view.
Ying Ruge saw a person running quickly not far away. The person bowed and walked so fast that people could not see his face clearly. They had finally arrived in Jinling, but it was difficult for Jinling to be peaceful anymore.
He jumped down from the flagpole, and a flaming phoenix appeared out of thin air, stepped on the phoenix's back, and flew eastward.
The lingering song is in the sky, and the flying man is on the ground. They are facing the east, and that east is the direction of the Jinling Palace.
"Tianluan group." A man with a knife in the crowd blurted out. He saw a person, that beautiful woman, that murderous and cold-blooded woman, that woman who was named Xinyue Fox.
Man. This charming and beautiful woman has moonlight-like skin and a fox-like skin. However, if you look at her from a distance, don’t get too close.
Ying Ruge stopped at the restaurant, and the waiter was frightened when he came. His transformed phoenix screamed at the waiter, and the waiter immediately paralyzed his legs.
"No one is allowed to come up to the third floor." Ying Ruge took out a piece of gold and placed it on the table. He was dressed in rags but was generous. No one in Jinling today would care about this.
"Sir, there is someone upstairs."
"Then ask them to come down."
"But, that person is the grandson of the Prince of Jinling."
Ying Ruge was stunned for a moment. The Prince of Jinling has three grandsons, one of whom is crazy.
"But you came with another young master?"
The waiter nodded and shook his head again. Ying Ruge was speechless. When did Mo Ming and Zhu Yinuo come? When he turned around, he saw the running man climbing up to the third floor.
.
"broken."
Ying Ruge pressed her feet hard, and reached the third floor in a few snaps of her fingers.
On the third floor, the scene was quite interesting. Tianluan Sansha, who had just come to Jinling, was displaying his weapon. Jinling Prince Zhu Yinuo's sword was also in his hand. There was also a middle-aged man in Chinese clothes who was sitting leisurely and silently.
Tasting tea.
He put down the porcelain cup: "Sure enough, this Liu'an tea is more to my liking than Biluochun." He took a few more cups and poured the tea one by one. "I promise, put your sword away, friends, why don't you drink tea together?"
Ying Ruge clapped her hands, and she couldn't help but admire that there was someone so calm in front of the three evil spirits. There were originally twenty-eight people in Tianluan's group, or they should be twenty-eight evil spirits. They were bloodthirsty and advocated the pursuit of power. They killed people and robbed them.
They were taken captive, and they were all extremely evil people.
When he was seventeen that year, Yan Xiao gave him a test question, asking him to conquer twenty-eight fugitive criminals in the world.
He did it. He subdued these twenty-eight people and gave them the names of stars. But no matter how the sinful people repented, they had done too many wrong things after all. Fifteen of them died.
into the hands of those who burned, killed, and looted with them in the past.
In the hands of my brother.
Today's Ying Ruge is a rare master in the world. There is no doubt about this, but what can eight years change? It can make the world completely different from what you remember, let alone a person. Eight years.
In the past, Ying Ruge traveled around the world under many aliases. Although he was not famous, in terms of boxing skills, there were many people who were above him in the past twenty-eight evil spirits.
After coming back to his senses, he looked at the middle-aged man who was drinking tea by himself.
"Sir, could you please let me wait in this restaurant?" Ying Ruge clasped her fists at the middle-aged man. He was laughing at himself for doing this to this man.
The middle-aged man stood up, put away his fan, and returned the greeting with clasped fists: "Yinuo, it's time for us to go back and see his old man after we've been here for so long." Zhu Yinuo's sword was still in his hand, unsheathed.
"Your Majesty, Huang Mao'er, who has no energy at all, is holding a sword that looks useless. Could it be that he thinks he can deal with the likes of us alone?"
The short man said this, but Ying Ruge didn't even look at him.
He waved his hand, and a graceful woman wearing a white deer mask slowly walked up the stairs behind him. After understanding, she slowly pulled out the sword on her back.
"This star is Zhang, his nickname is Zhang Yuelu, and he is also an expert in sword-wielding." Ying Ruge looked at Zhu Yinuo. He was much stronger than himself, with thick arms and veins that stood out like a horned dragon. This young prince
Not counting the kind of trash who spends his days in fear.
"Then you want this woman to have a relationship with me? You might as well go together." Zhu Yinuo naturally didn't have that much confidence, but this little guy has been good at tricks since he was a child.
"If you are young and frivolous, you will be in trouble." Zhang Yuelu said, she put the sword back into its sheath. She had no intention of fighting with the Jinling prince and grandson, as she was afraid of hurting him.
"Yinuo, let's go."
Zhu Yinuo was about to speak again. Anyway, his uncle was beside him and he couldn't beat him. Could it be that he didn't take action? What if he was lucky and neither of them could beat him. This was Jinling. Who would dare to touch him regardless of the consequences? But
The middle-aged man had no choice but to say something slightly angry, which made Zhu Yinuo tremble with fright, so he had no choice but to stop talking, sheathed his sword and went downstairs.
Zhu Yinuo went downstairs and passed by another person. The person nodded politely to the two people who came downstairs. The middle-aged man naturally returned the courtesy. Zhu Yinuo did not feel disgusted with this person. Unexpectedly, he clasped his fists in salute and hurried downstairs.
.
He came upstairs and saw a wolf fang mask, black and white hair, a boy's Taoist robe that had been washed and turned white, and carried a roughly made Xuanwu mahogany sword.
When people go to Loujing, there are only four people on the third floor of this huge restaurant, the Venerable Muhanlou and his Tianluan.
Ying Ruge and the three others sat down, except for the man with the wolf-toothed mask who came up last, leaning against the big red pillar with his eyes closed to meditate.
"Kui Mulang, is there any news these days?"
The man with the wolf mask did not move, and said in a respectful voice: "In recent days, there have been thirteen first-class assassins and fifty second-class and third-class assassins who came to Aurous Hill. Unfortunately, none of these people survived.
"
When Ying Ruge heard this data, her eyelids twitched slightly. It was indeed the old fox's territory, and it was indeed difficult for flies to fly in.
But these people all knew that their venerable leader was planning to kill again.
In the past, he would have only attracted one or two of them, but now he not only attracted Xinyue Fox, who was once known as the "Nine Heaven Mysteries", but also pulled out this basalt wooden sword. What kind of person is this person?
The four of them all wore masks like Ying Ruge, wearing masks that matched their names of stars. Only the beautiful woman, the woman with the title of Xinyue Fox, saw people with her true face.
.That’s right, how could such a stunning face be buried under a wooden mask? Wouldn’t it be a waste of natural resources?
"Why did the Venerable summon us all so early?" They all know what the brothel is planning. When the time comes, I'm afraid they will lose their lives. They also understand, but they are willing to do so.
"Yuehu, I have called you to Jinling this time for two things. First, the owner of the twenty-third floor of the thirty-sixth floor of the building and the seventy-two pavilions, and the master of the one hundred and fourth pavilion have died.
Jinling. The bodies of these two people were sent to Mu Hanlou's trading company in Jinling." His voice was still cold when he spoke, and he glanced at it, "Hidden weapons, iron fists, if you encounter such a capable group in Jinling
Don’t let go of those people.”
Zhang Yuelu was about to speak, but Xinyuehu beat him to it.
"Sir, I heard that a few days ago someone died on the streets of Jinling.
Seven people. Apart from the swordsman Mu Liuer Tongsheng Fengqiang Fengliqiao, there are four other swordsmen, and the same one uses the nine-section whip."
The master of the first floor and the master of the first pavilion. Although these people are not as capable as these thirteen people, they are still above the Yuanzu. Some of them are not only at the peak of the Yuanzu, but have even touched the threshold of the ancient world. But when they came to Jinling, they died.
In Jinling.
"Your Majesty, I have fought against Feng Liqiao. Although he is not ranked among the top, his martial arts may not be inferior to mine." The person who spoke was the man wearing the bronze mask of the ghost monkey, and he was also the one who quarreled with Zhu Yi.
Nuo was a small man. He had a long spear hanging on his waist, which was broken into three short sticks.
"I know about the spears of the Ginseng Water Monkeys. They are indeed impressive. But don't underestimate the people who come to kill them."
"Is this man so capable?"
Ying Ruge stood up, stretched out his right hand, and a ball of purple-black flames appeared on his hand: "You are all the best, so if you come up together, you might be able to deal with me?"
These people are extremely confident in their own abilities. No matter how much the empire's Yan Yunqi pursues them, they can still escape cleverly. If it were another bounty hunter or a police officer, they would beat the person to death and then walk away if they were bloody.
Once upon a time, they had never paid much attention to the man in red with a ghost face. However, within a few years, they had no confidence in facing this young brothel master.
"I don't understand. Is it possible that that person can compete with Ruge and you?" Kui Mulang, who was leaning on the railing, asked, fearing that among all the Tianluans, Kui Mulang, the most senior one, would dare to call Ying Ying like this.
Cantabile.
Kuimulang's costume is quite interesting. The boy's robe was originally a blue robe, which has been washed and turned white. Fortunately, it has not been patched, but there is not even a gossip pattern embroidered on the robe. The wolf fang mask seems to have not been changed for many years.
It's as old as his black and white hair. Looking behind him, he is carrying a basalt wood sword similar to the one Ying Ruge sold, but the peach wood he used is top grade and thicker than other wood.
The sword does have quite a few nicks.
It's not that Kui Mulang is arrogant, or that he doesn't have the ability to find a famous sword to wear. It's because he has made an agreement with the red-clothed ghost-faced venerable that if the ghost-controlling fairy returns again, there will no longer be a three-foot-high clear crow in the world.
Ying Ruge had seen the three-foot clear crow before, but the other three were not that lucky. When they met Kui Mulang, the gray-haired Taoist priest was already dressed as a wolf-toothed masked mahogany sword, but he was actually on good terms with Kui Mulang.
Kang Jinlong once said that this poor Taoist was restraining his desire to kill. Killing people with a wooden sword is not as easy as using a copper sword or an iron sword.
"Have you ever heard of Blood Phoenix?"
"The swordsman organization that has emerged in recent years, Yi Shuihan is one of the three giants."
"If it were him, he would indeed be a difficult master to deal with."
"Then it's up to you, Shenshuiyuan, to track down the whereabouts of this blood phoenix. I believe he is still in Jinling. If there is any news, let the venerable know and don't rush forward." Xinyuehu gave the order on behalf of Yingruge, interesting.
, Ying Ruge was not disgusted, and neither was the short man. There was no intention of overstepping his authority.
Take a closer look at this ginseng. Not only is it short, but it is also a bit hunchbacked. It has a thick back, long hands, and short legs. To be honest, it looks a little funny.
The man nodded. This man was once a policeman who kept a safe place, but he was also an evil ghost who slaughtered people. He thought of something and said: "Your Majesty, I heard that Blood Phoenix never carries a sword."
A swordsman without a sword? Everyone finds this funny and absurd.
"This blood phoenix knows how to control Qi. His control of Qi can even transform it into a sword. Such a sword is sharp and tough."
"It's okay, don't get close. Kui Mulang, Xinyue Fox, and Kang Jinlong will also come to Jinling in a few days. The three of you will help me take turns day and night to keep an eye on Zhu Yinuo and the Mo family's young master."
"Sir, this..." Xinyuehu didn't understand that Ying Ruge wanted to track down the Blood Phoenix, and it barely made sense to kill the Blood Phoenix to avenge the people in the building. Ying Ruge wanted them to keep an eye on Zhu Yinuo, and
What's the use? She can do it alone, not to mention that Kui Mulang and Kang Jinlong are also doing it.
"Jinling is chaotic and dangerous these days. I want you to wait day and night to ensure the safety of the young prince of Jinling."
"No need, just me and Kang Jinlong will take turns day and night."
Ying Ruge looked at Kui Mulang, he had already sat at the table. He used to be a Taoist, and naturally, he was a bloodthirsty Taoist. Looking at this moment, Feng Qingyun was calm and free of evil spirits. He was drinking tea and playing with obsidian.
Small object. The once deadly quick sword Three Feet Qingya has been replaced by a mahogany sword full of chips and cracks. Can such a wooden sword hurt people?