Zhong Xihou changed into a white robe with a sleeping tiger embroidered on it. He threw the crown robe into the back alley where garbage and kitchen garbage were kept.
Jinling City began to become lively, and another person was killed.
People often die in Jinling these days. This is something that should be forgotten after a while of chatting, but from yesterday to today, people in the teahouse have been chatting about this dead person again and again.
The man's head was hung on the city wall. It is said that he still had a giggle when he died, but he looked like an evil ghost who wanted to kill him. The government took away the man's body, which was considered benevolent and righteous, and the head was given to him.
It was sewn back together, but as soon as the pieces were completely put together, the body disappeared.
Naturally, there are more things to talk about before and after tea, such as ghosts pretending to be corpses, souls locked in the underworld, etc.
Some storytellers have a lot of ink in their stomachs, and they describe such mysterious and mysterious things in a way that they really feel like they are true.
Compared to this, Zhong Xihou suddenly wanted to go back to the inn to see the red-haired dancer, Zang Yan.
In terms of appearance, she was very similar to the fairy whom the West City Lord remembered only once, but between a frown and an anger, she felt inexplicably familiar.
Zang Yan, bury Yan, hide and bury, bury and hide.
There is a misunderstood flower called saffron. Saffron is also called crocus. For some reason, Zhong Xihou suddenly thought of such a small wild flower that can be seen everywhere in Persia. It is precisely such a small wild flower that can activate blood circulation and remove blood stasis, relieve depression and calm the mind.
, it can be called a miracle medicine.
After thinking about it, and then thinking about Mei Ji dancing with swords and dancing warriors, Zhong Xihou came back to his senses and remembered another thing.
Sword Master Tingyu has come to Jinling City.
Zhong Xihou was wondering about something. The master of Yujian told Zhongxihou that the time he came to Jinling City was indeed the day before yesterday. Some time ago, Zhongxihou also heard that the master of Yujian himself said that he wanted to go to a place. That place was not far away.
Jinling has a three- to four-day itinerary.
Using his hands to rub his chin, which had grown stubble again, Tingyu Sword Master, when did you first meet him?
Just like when I was eight years old, this baby was wrapped in swaddling clothes like a rice dumpling and cried all day long.
Later, they met for the last time in a year or two, each holding a sword and saying nothing.
Later, he became the lord of the West Land, wielding a sword and dancing as a sword. The young man dressed as an ice-blue knight also showed his talents for the first time, and he had already achieved some mastery of the Tingyu Sword.
Later, he would come to the city that never sleeps from time to time, wearing the ice-blue Tingyu sword that did not look like a vulgar object, drinking and saying nothing.
Suddenly one day, he put the Tingyu Sword in a beautiful box and rode a bloody horse to the city that never sleeps.
A good horse and a good sword are like laying down the funeral arrangements. The Tingyu sword needs to be polished once every sixty-four days and moistened with ice water once every seven days. The Tingyu sword is made against the current. Extraordinary martial arts can only be done quickly...
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Marquis Zhong Xi paid no attention to him, and almost drove Tingyu Sword Master out of the city lord's palace, whom he regarded as half a younger brother since childhood.
He won that duel, but he was left with scars and bones in many places. He gritted his teeth in pain every time he moved.
That time when he finished moistening the ice water for Tingyu Jian, the silly boy who was mummified in white gauze saw it and showed his white teeth, proudly.
To this day, Marquis Zhong Xi still doesn’t know who he was fighting to the death in that duel?
This guy does seem to have a small and exquisite light crossbow by his side. Could it be that it really is him?
What are you doing? What's the point?
Zhong Xihou looked at his sword, a crimson-colored dancing sword.
"Wu Yu, Wu Yu, will the Tingyu Sword in the frozen South China Sea kill an old dragon crossing the river?" Zhong Xihou had never seen the corpse, so he didn't know what the dead Kang Jinlong would say to him.
Kang Jinlong? The Thirteen Evils of Tianluan, this group was supposed to be the twenty-eight constellations, but what this little junior brother found were all the scum that people call them.
Even if these people hid their identities, they could not stop their old enemies from seeking them out. Fifteen of them were lost, leaving only thirteen people. Although Kang Jinlong is not the first of the Thirteen Evils, he is still one of the five, so his ability should not be underestimated.
Worse, if it was really the master of Tingyu Sword, then Zhong Xihou believed that Kang Jinlong's death was not unjust.
That night Zhong Xihou did indeed stay in the Jinling Palace. He did not pay attention to who came and who left the palace that day.
He slept peacefully and peacefully all night in the wing room arranged for him by the King of Jinling. Suddenly, the thought came to his mind, why should he send the red-haired dancer back to the inn? Let's talk to him when he goes back tomorrow.
Wouldn't it be better to take it back?
Squeak, Yan Hude climbed in from the window. Zhong Xihou had told him many times, but he couldn't change it.
"Xiaoliang, how are you?"
Yan Hude put away the pair of wolf claws: "Master Hou, there is one thing that Yan Hude doesn't understand."
"Just tell me."
"Zhong Daxia, all the heroes of the world competed for a painting at that time. Does the Marquis know what the painting is?"
Zhong Xihou knew about this, but he didn't know everything: "There is such a painting. It is said that this painting was painted by Emperor Qing."
"The kind of thing that determines life and death again?"
Zhong Xihou smiled: "Xiao Liang, do you think this kind of thing is too ridiculous and superstitious?"
Yan Hude didn't answer, that's what he thought.
"This painting does exist, and it was painted with the same jade pen that Shu Nan had."
"What's on the painting?"
"In the flames of war, the blue-armored general stood on the street, surrounded by corpses. In the bustling capital, three men with swords stood outside the city gate. The evil ghosts of hell, the messengers of heaven, and the ants in the world.
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"What if you're talking about General Han in blue armor? Then this thing is indeed interesting, three men holding swords?"
"That's all his old man told me."
"Then the Marquis knows who else has seen this painting?"
"Bai Xiaotian, the owner of the brothel, Zhuge Ding, the literary sword sage, Yan Xiao, the master of Fujian, Baiyun Canggou, Ghost Snitch, Xuanming Old Turtle, Bairi Shuanglou Hanbing, Huamanxicheng Zhong Nanyan, Yin Emperor General Jiang Zheng, Fang Zilong
, Smiling scholar Shangguan Suren, Mo Long, the former swordsman of the Mo family, Hei Wuchang, the former sword master..." Zhong Xihou thought hard for a while and shook his head, "There are too many people, I can't remember so many.
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"According to what the Marquis said, Bai Xiaotian has gone crazy, Zhuge Ding has retreated, and except for Yan Xiao, who was silent in the past, those other people are no longer alive."
Zhong Xihou nodded. Zhong Nanyan could have survived, but his pride killed him.
"Master Marquis, if this is the case, will the Impermanent Swordsman also know about this?"
Zhong Xihou shook his head: "The pursuit of black and white and impermanence is endless.
At the same time, Hei Wuchang pursues the world, while Bai Wuchang pursues the state of mind. After Hei Wuchang died, Bai Wuchang changed his name to Wuchang Swordsman, and lived in seclusion in Muhan Tower. I am afraid that not many people in the building believe that he has a sword.
The elder of the Holy Spirit is really still in the building." Zhong Xihou looked at Yan Hude and chuckled, "Do you think such a person can hide?"
"The Marquis's swordsmanship has few rivals, why not challenge this impermanent swordsman to see the true seal?"
Zhong Xihou waved his hand: "It doesn't matter how extraordinary the swordsmanship of the Impermanence Swordsman is. Their era has long passed, not to mention that this old man has retired, and it is not the responsibility of the younger generation to disturb him again."
"Master Hou, Yan Hude really doesn't understand one thing. Why would Du Du choose Jinling?"
"The only king with a different surname in Daye, how carefree he is as a local emperor, why don't you come and take a look?"
Zhong Xihou sneered and continued: "Xiao Liang, apart from the two capitals, who else in the world has a mansion that is better than my mansion in Xidi City?"
Zhongxihou looked at the Wolf King Yanhu Deliang, who was listed as one of the thirteen people, and he was really embarrassed to say that except for the city that never sleeps, he had only been to Lincheng in his life. This was actually not a shame, but Mr. Zhongxihou
I feel that the world I live in is just a small city that never sleeps, and all I see is basically yellow sand. If I say to someone who has walked through mountains and rivers countless times and seen oases and flowers, I really can't say that I don't bother to travel.
"The old fox is very old, and even though his body is still strong, he doesn't know when he will suddenly belch. One of his two grandchildren is frail and sick, and he may be one step ahead of him, and the other..."
"His young prince's name is Yinuo. Is he brave but not wise?" Zhong Xihou paused and continued, "The old fox has a clever mind and is also cunning. What he taught this child is neither strategy nor wisdom. You want him to give up.
He just does his best."
Zhong Xihou suddenly paused and said, "I can't believe it. Zhu Yinuo is really a bit stubborn. He doesn't know how many dead men the old fox has secretly arranged for his grandson."
I wonder if Zhu Yinuo knows how many lives will disappear without a trace after these domineering days.
"Then the Marquis plans to eat this big steamed bun that won't fit in his stomach?"
Zhong Xihou laughed loudly and said hehe: "You said that Lincheng is powerful and wealthy, but if there is no master, how can everyone survive?"
"A flock without a sheep is like food for wild wolves. They cannot resist and do not know how to resist."
"Xiao Liang, which one do you think is scarier, a human, a sheep, or a wolf?"
"Scary? I'm afraid it's a sheep."
After all, Yan Hudelang had too much contact with animals and lacked some human sensitivity.
There is such a person who is good at hiding Qi and has a cultivation level of at least prehistoric or the same level. Could it be that Xiao Liang has never noticed it?
Yan Hudeliang did not speak in the end. He met the pair of vertical and horizontal swordsmen again. He knelt on the ground and they let him go again. If Yan Hude was asked to make up 10,000 reasons, he would not tell you, except
To revive the country, he still wants to live well for twenty or fifty years.
Zhong Xihou, you are an unparalleled hero, would you kneel down to others in order to survive? Is it possible?
Zhong Xihou suddenly stood up straight. He did not look at Yan Hude, but thought to himself: "The wind is about to blow, and people will not return."