Ying Ruge lived in a dilapidated temple. His fangs and visor were thrown aside, and he looked at his face in the basin of water. This face was not ugly. Not only was it not ugly, it was even pretty.
The woman walked in from outside, carrying a piano case: "I heard them say you went to see him."
"Oh, I bumped into him by accident. I didn't meet him in person."
"Kang Jinlong is dead. You are heartbroken. People in Tianluan hate you, but Ru Ge. You shouldn't go see him now." Yue Nu's brows were furrowed and she said, "Mo..."
Ying Ruge interrupted her: "The people from the brothel died in Jinling City, and they died when they died, but Kang Jinlong..."
"Have you forgotten why Wu Nian asked you to come to Jinling?"
"Wu Nian, what does this damn fat guy know? The dragon's blood ink used in calligraphy and painting, the Qing Emperor jade pen that has been passed down for thousands of years. Yue'er, one more month, one more month, the eight-year period will be up, I...
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"Ruge, you..." Qin Yue'er looked at Ying Ruge in horror, why can't she calm down her anger after eight years?
Ying Ruge knew that he was losing his temper and that he cared too much. He was so high-spirited when he was young eight years ago. There was only one place in the world that I, Ying Ruge, did not want to go, and there was no place that I, Ying Ruge, could not go to.
The gods block the gods and the demons block and slay the demons. No matter how many thousands of troops you have, I am the only one who can move forward.
But being young and frivolous will eventually lead to big mistakes.
Eight years ago, one man massacred all 14,000 people in Baiyun Villa. The fire burned for six days, and Baiyun Villa's century-old foundation was burned to the ground.
Fires can be seen hundreds of miles away, mourning can still be heard ten miles away, and the air within a radius of one mile is filled with blood.
In Baiyun Villa, where there are as many masters as cross the river, Yuanzu has no less than fifty people, and there are even three or four prehistoric masters, such a family has only entered the prehistoric era with just one martial arts attainment, and has not yet become a weak champion.
The gangsters were slaughtered and their families were wiped out.
Why?
The reasons are simple, and there are many. The main ones are three points. There are more and more cases of bullying men and women in Baiyun Villa. Doing so can barely be regarded as eliminating evil and doing good; the forces of Baiyun Villa have begun to invade the territory of Muhan Tower, which can be regarded as two factions.
The third point is that there was actually a female doll who traveled around the world in Baiyun Villa who called herself Baiyun Fairy. She could not avoid being compared with the peerless female swordsman who died more than ten years ago and was also called Baiyun.
Comparison is just a comparison, but this little girl who is inexperienced in the world speaks arrogantly and disdains to argue with her. Baiyun Villa actually has the same attitude. It is shameful to have the same name as a mediocre woman who once fell into the world and was a free meal.
What happened next was what I said before, one person slaughtered 14,000 people, and it was difficult for the gods and demons to defeat them.
Killing from day to night, and from night to day, the young man in red did not sleep or sleep all day long.
When the spear pierced the last person, the sky thundered, and the rain poured heavily, then a roar shook the mountains and fields.
Later, "Controlling a hundred ghosts to take the heads of ten thousand people, the mountains and rivers cried together, and the seven tribulations and nine difficulties were transformed into massacres. One person slaughtered a city, and the tears of the gods burst out, especially the dead wood stained with blood and ink. Listening to the mother's complaint at night,
Looking up close, the half-face in white clothes is terrifying; at noon in the summer, the mountain road is freezing to the bones with the cold wind. Let me ask, how can a child with white hair deserve to be punished? When will the righteousness of the people be restored?"
Not to mention that the world of Jianghu is appalling, even the people in Muhanlou disdain to associate with this red-robed venerable.
The sixteenth floor is empty, so it doesn't matter. It just melts the order talisman.
That day, Yan Xiao was also angry. Tianling struck a palm, but before he died, he locked the red door of Neizhongxian Mansion.
"You'd better go have a meal with me first and recuperate." Qin Yue'er didn't care whether those people should die or not. They were all dead, so what? She only remembered that he was sitting alone in Junwu.
Hateful little hut, two worthless pots of burning knives, one pot to drink and the other to pour.
Qin Yue'er was also curious, or should I say she is still curious to this day, how could Jun Wuhen, who was more delicate than a woman, disappear out of thin air and never be seen again. Later, when the body was not seen, there was only an unnamed letter with a few words: No regrets, no regrets.
hatred!
Ying Ruge doesn’t want to say more, Kong Jueqing doesn’t want to mention it, so let’s just leave it like that, like a duckweed wandering eastward, not mentioning it or asking any questions.
Qin Yue'er frowned slightly, but Ying Ruge was stubborn and could only agree.
However, they saw the Lord Controlling Ghost hugging Qin Yue'er from behind. The beauty's shoulders trembled in fright, but she did not resist. Hearing his soft voice, it was like a child pleading: "Yue'er, why don't you stay here tonight.
"
Qin Yue'er released his hands that were holding her slender waist, turned around, lightly scratched the older child's nose with her fingers, then stood up slightly on tiptoe and kissed the side of his face.
Some time passed, and Ying Ruge and Qin Yue'er checked into an inn called "Youjiu Immortal Zui" and booked a private room in a private room by the roadside on the second floor.
The mat curtain was lifted, and this young man, who was about twenty-seven or eighty years old, wore a felt hat, old washed light blue cloth clothes, a white cloth on his left shoulder, a scarf on his waist, and a pot in his right hand. He bowed slightly. When he came in, he first
He poured tea for the two of them and asked what they needed.
Qin Yue'er took out a piece of silver and put it on the table. The boy stared at it intently. Ying Ruge couldn't help but laugh when he saw it, and his mood actually improved a bit.
People live their whole lives not just to live a better life and be able to afford better clothes
Shangtianzhai can afford better and delicious food.
"Guest... Guest... Guest, sir, ah no, sir, what do you want?"
"Let's not talk about anything else. You, buy me a set of men's clothes and a set of women's clothes before the food is served. Remember, they have to be made of good quality fabrics." The young man Weiwei agreed, and Qin Yue'er thought for a while.
Son, "Then let's have a Hongwu tofu, a Tangchen and Qicai, a beacon fire sheep recipe, an Enxiang Chongqing goose, a Huoshao Qinggonglou, a Pingbu Qingyun chicken, a Hu Weiyong vinegar fish, jade white jade soup, and the last two cups
Watermelon ointment, two cups of sour plum juice, and two cups of Shifeng Yuqian Longjing brewed by Hupao after the meal."
Not only did the waiter have a strange expression, but even Ying Ruge was stunned. "Ke, guest, guest, ah no, this girl is here in early summer, the watermelon in the city..."
Yue Nu smiled again, bitterly, "I'm confused again, so that's it!"
"Okay." The waiter stopped and turned around, "Girl, the store's Nuerhong, Laobaigan, Shaoxing old wine, and Zhuyeqing are all the best in Jinling City. Also, today is a coincidence. The store's treasure is Hancheng.
How many kilograms of immortal drunk are there..."
Ying Ruge waved her hand: "No, don't forget to buy two more bowls of Jiangnan Fragrant Rice. If you have any money left over after buying it, I will reward you with silver."
"Okay, thank you, sir." The waiter happily went downstairs holding the silver in his hands.
Ying Ruge looked at Yue Nu. He was not wearing the ghost-faced fangs, but a smiling fox-faced visor. When the visor was smiling, so were his people.
"You said you are so handsome, why don't we take off this mask?"
Ying Ruge still shook her head, as expected.
"Then you promise me that you won't let anyone see you again."
Ying Ruge seemed to want to argue, but when she saw Qin Yue'er's eyes that refused to disobey, she swallowed it back.
Suddenly Ying Ruge smiled slightly and spoke. He remembered that when he was young, it was also early summer, fishing with the ugly Taoist in the river. He suddenly asked: "Ugly Black Dog, the hero who came a few days ago said that you are not afraid of heaven and earth.
You’re not afraid. You even dare to scold someone who you clearly can’t beat. Is there anyone you’re afraid of?”
The ugly Taoist thought for a while, stretched out his hand, and with lightning speed, caught a colorful butterfly. He looked at the pollen on his fingers, frowned, then stretched his hand, let the butterfly fly away, which was not an explanation, and said:
"It's not about being afraid, but I will do whatever your mother tells you to do."
In Ruge's memory, Bai Yun always had a frown on his face and never smiled, while Cang Gou was as submissive as a servant, with an ugly face that was always cheerful.
At the same time, in the Jinling Palace, the young maid in pink clothes and tender face said hello to Mo Ming and Zhu Yinuo.
By the way, this little maid is really unique. She has black hair with two cat ears, and she is playful and charming. Her little face is white and round with baby fat, and her skin is as good as a peeled hard-boiled egg.
They are tender and tender. Those watery eyes are like two big and round grapes, so black and shiny. The beauty is in the small mouth. The corners of the upper lip are slightly raised in a semi-circular arc. When you look at it, it seems that you are always smiling.
Smile.
Mo Ming smiled and nodded, fanning herself and walking towards the imperial study. When Zhu Yinuo saw the little maid from the Mo family who came to Jinling with his aunt and uncle, he would not stop without teasing her. He touched the chin of the maid Mo Qu'er with his right index finger.
, Qu'er naturally backed away, and Zhu Yinuo smiled cynically: "The girl is getting more and more pink and tender, come on, come on, let me give you a kiss, and taste the rouge on sister Yu'er's mouth, whether it is sweet or salty,
I guess it’s sweet.”
Qu'er's steps were light and his agility was like that of a civet. Luo Shen Lingbo and Zhu Yinuo pounced in the air. He had important things to do so he didn't turn around to play with this little girl again. Zhu Yinuo didn't look back and threw a gold medal backwards.
, carved with a nine-clawed golden dragon.
Mo Qu'er stretched out his hand to catch the gold medal, and Mo Ming left a voice saying: "The Forbidden City is no better than our Mo County. Only when you hold the gold medal can you move freely."
Zhu Yinuo and Mo Ming were not bound by ordinary rules, and they did not need the popular gold medal. Zhu Yinuo still followed Mo Ming, holding the back of his head with his hands and looking up to the sky, humming a little tune, and leaving a meaningful sentence: "Wait a minute."
My brother will come back at night and kill you, you little girl."
The maid Mo Qu'er just covered her mouth and laughed, and mostly just urged the two of them to go in and see the King of Jinling as soon as possible.
When the two arrived, they saluted together.
When they arrived in front of the imperial study room, Mo Ming was arranging his robes, and the young prince Zhu Yinuo didn't wait for the guards to inform him, pushed open the red lacquer door and walked in. Mo Ming could only shake his head behind him, and the guards and eunuchs were about to say something.
Stopping, Mo Ming's peripheral vision swept away, causing everyone to feel chills running down their spines.
After entering the imperial study, Zhu Yinuo and Mo Ming saluted together and said hello in unison.
"A promise to say hello."
"Mo Ming greets you."
King Jinling was still sitting on the golden dragon chair. He asked the two men to get up and sit down. His health was getting worse day by day. These nights, he also dreamed of his eldest brother and his third brother. The hands of the third brother were all good, and the eldest brother rushed
He smiled without the expression of hatred.
Zhu Yinuo looked around and was surprised why his uncle was not in the study room this time.
"Come on, come on, the old man's two big hairy bamboo shoots, come closer, let the old man take a good look at these two big babies."
Zhu Yinuo looked around, but Zhu Jiannan was not there either.
"Brother
he······"
"Oh, something happened in Xisha County. Your brother has been replying to requests for documents at the memorial office for most of the day. It's better to let him go back and have a good rest..."
Mo Ming frowned, something happened in a small Xisha County, and the second cousin had been busy in the house, so why would grandpa know about it? In addition, why did the second cousin go to the memorial office to review it in person?
In the eyes of the young master of the Mo family, the King of Jinling has always been known for his cunning and cunning, but in recent years he has given people a feeling of shrinking, as if he has been ignored. In the past, the King of Jinling, who was known as the White Fox of Qingshui, has now become a
The old Dragon King lived in a humble place and ignored the wind and rain.
"Xiao Yinuo, how are you doing with your sword training?"
Zhu Yinuo didn't know how to answer. How was his sword training? Is it powerful or not sharp enough? Is it true that he can kill a man at ten steps or is invincible at a hundred steps?
"Practice more when you have free time. You must know that hard work can make up for clumsiness. Don't hang around with those two unsatisfactory people from the old Li family."
The old Li family mentioned by the King of Jinling is naturally his own confidants, that is, the family of Mo Ming's good friend Li Ganghong and his family.
The Li family also has three grandchildren. The eldest grandson, Qingshan scholar Li Ganghong, is a talented person. In Jinling and even the entire Lincheng, people's evaluation is even higher than that of Mo Ming. But that time and the younger son were
The representative of the dandy, coupled with Zhu Yinuo, these three young men mixed together and caused a lot of trouble.
Zhu Yinuo also wanted to defend himself. It was his grandma's fault. He left Lincheng to travel to Xibang more than two years ago, and went to the city that never sleeps before coming back. Although he didn't gain anything, he was never idle. These can't be counted.
Not doing business properly.
Speaking of Li Pinghong and Li Yunhong, since I returned to Jinling City, I have been being chased around by my grandfather and two brothers. I never have time to sneak out and have fun with them.
Thinking that it had been so long since I had been back and that I had not seen the scenery of Qinhuai with my friends again, I couldn't help but feel regretful.
But this injustice is so unfair, even more unfair than Dou E's.
"Ming'er, if you don't live up to your promise, don't let grandpa down."
Mo Ming smiled on his face, but felt bitter in his heart. The old man always gave him something sweet first, and then a big spoonful of the bitter one. In the past, the old man treated his two cousins very harshly.
Speaking of which, I had just learned to speak, and my two brothers had already mastered literature and martial arts. I made a fuss at noon and refused to sleep, while the two brothers sneaked back to their respective dormitories to sleep during study time. Just like this, the three brothers each held a
One book after another, a bundle of books, I knelt in the ancestral hall for three hours, forcing my second cousin's frail body to break out in sweat. I cried loudly, but no eunuch Gong E dared to come up and feel sorry for him.
"I just tried Yinuo's skills a few days ago, and it's no longer a problem to deal with bipolar warriors."
The old prince closed his eyes and was silent for a while, then slowly opened his eyes and looked at his grandson. Is he feeling bipolar?
"Did you hear that Yi Shuihan?"
The old prince asked suddenly, Zhu Yinuo was stunned, Yi Shuihan?
Zhu Yinuo's eyes widened: "The swordsmanship of the legendary swordsman by the ancient water river."
The old prince's expression did not change, and he did not pay attention to his grandson. He looked at his grandson and asked, "Ming'er, do you know Yi Shuihan?"
Mo Ming nodded, stood up and spoke: "Yi Shuihan, ranked second in the list of flowers in the mist. It is said that they are all swordsmen, and they also practice the ancient swordsmanship used by the rumored swordsman.
, Yi Shuihan."
"The list of flowers in the mist is somewhat interesting, Ming'er, what else?"
The two of them don't talk. Every three years, Zhiwubuyan will publish various lists, such as the Xiangru list that reviews scribes, the Xishi list that reviews beauties, the Qingfeng list that reviews swordsmen, and the one with the most credibility in the hearts of warriors.
The list of ten thousand husbands.
For example, Leng Buyu, the sword master of Muhan Tower, entered the Qingfeng Ranking eight years ago, and occupied the top spot two years ago and was regarded as a sword master. However, he was not among the top ten on the Ten Thousand Masters Ranking, which made the world's swordsmen dissatisfied.
The Lord of the West, Zhong Xihou, who has been in Jinling City for a while, is unknown on the Qingfeng List, but is seventh on the Ten Thousand Fu List, which is quite interesting. It is also confusing to understand the Qingfeng List and the Ten Thousand Fu List.
What is the basis for knowing everything?
The two little grandchildren stopped talking. The old prince laughed and touched the unicorn head on the armrest of the chair. Not only was the carving lifelike, but it also felt extremely three-dimensional to the touch. Speaking of the unicorn head on the chair,
It's quite interesting to look at. The shape of the armrest actually looks like a dragon swallowing a unicorn alive.
"If I remember correctly, the year before last, Xiao Xuan Tu ranked eleventh on the Qingfeng Ranking, and your father ranked third. And on the Ten Thousand Fu Ranking, your father also ranked third. Xiao Xuan Tu, never
famous."
Zhu Yinuo turned to look at Mo Ming, oh, I forgot, he just ran away that year.
His uncle, when he still couldn't tell what level he had cultivated, Mo Ming was already on the Qingfeng list. Zhu Yinuo had a lot of curse words in his heart, and it was hard to mutter. It wasn't jealousy or resentment.
There is so much reluctance.
"It seems that Xiao Yinuo doesn't know this. Ming'er, do you remember who is second on the Qingfeng Ranking above your father?"
"Heaven and earth always laugh and shed tears silently."