Lincheng Huamo Chapter 35: The Great Responsibility of Heaven
Zhu Yinuo couldn't hold it back and burst into laughter. Whoever chose the name was long and sour.
"It's funny, but you definitely don't know that the laughter of heaven and earth is the laughter of heaven and earth, and the silent tears are silent tears. You don't even know that as long as you two say a word, the twin swordsmen ranked second in the Qingfeng Ranking will be willing to do it for you.
Go to death."
Zhu Yinuo didn't understand, and he didn't know that Mo Ming already knew these answers.
But Mo Ming still asked: "The world laughs and tears silently. Is this the swordsman Yi Shuihan?"
"Hahaha, yes and no." The old prince did not give in, but continued to explain to the two young grandchildren, "They are not ordinary swordsmen, but one of the three giants of me, Yi Shuihan, Zong Hengzi."
Mo Ming seemed to suddenly realize, Zonghengzi, Zonghengzi! He smiled slightly and said something.
Zhu Yinuo couldn't understand why the laughter was so weird, but the old prince understood it very well and was pleased. Among his juniors, the life of Jian Ying, who had lost his soul and went crazy in the past, ended here. He had been sick and weak since he was a child and was unable to practice martial arts.
After all, Jian Nan, who is physically strong, is only in the realm of a knight-errant. Xiao Mo Ming, who has been regarded as a genius since childhood but refuses to get involved in the world, let out a competitive laugh today.
After hearing this, the old prince was very satisfied.
Maybe his little Mo Ming wouldn't understand why he was so excited after knowing that the world's laughing and crying was the giant Yi Shuihan, but the old prince knew in his heart that this laughter was just like his third brother, whose right hand was crippled and left the bed.
The laughter he made when he was in the city was exactly the same.
Galloping hundreds of miles across vast grasslands will eventually be boring, but climbing mountains can only be fun if it is difficult and unpredictable.
"Yinuo, what kind of person do you think your eldest brother is?"
Zhu Yinuo didn't expect it. Similarly, he had forgotten that he had three brothers. He also forgot that he had called one person little brother, another person little brother, and another person brother.
What kind of person is my brother? What kind of person is my brother?
"Are you really a playboy? The old man has seen countless people, how could he be so dim-sighted that he established him as the heir apparent. Yi Shuihan, who is second in the list of flowers in the fog, was created by him."
"When does it begin?"
Zhu Yinuo stood up immediately, frowned and asked.
"Seventeen or eighteen years ago, Ming'er was about six years old. I promise you are still in your infancy."
"He was then..."
Mo Ming interrupted Zhu Yinuo. Yinuo would not believe that his eldest brother would create such an organization. If it were true at that time, Zhu Yinuo could only babble. Mo Ming was six years old and Zhu Jianying was twenty-one.
.At the age of twenty-one, what did you do now?
"Jiannan's body, hey." The old prince sighed. The old prince also looked for someone to steal the soul. After all, he was too poisonous to eat his own body, so he didn't do that. Or maybe it was because of Zhu Jiannan's solemn vows.
The look in his eyes, his words "I, Zhu Jiannan, will make Zhu Yinuo go down in the annals of history, a wise king for eternity", the old prince gave up the idea, and also doubted whether it was right or wrong, but at this stage, how can he still care about that?
many.
"A promise..." Mo Ming signaled with his eyes, but the child didn't look at him, he was still muttering in a low voice, eighteen years ago, eighteen years ago...
"Regarding Yi Shuihan's matter, the old man did not participate too much. There are too many. It is better for you two to be in it yourself so that you can understand it more clearly."
Mo Ming coughed, but Zhu Yinuo still didn't respond. He had no choice but to bow to King Jinling: "Xuan Tu should avoid this matter."
The old prince waved his hand. He liked his grandson so much and hoped that the baby would be named Zhu. But just because the baby was too smart, he gradually became unfamiliar with the baby and he was no longer so lovable.
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Until one day, he and Jiannan were discussing something in the study. This grandson, who was not bad at martial arts but was extremely polished, was covered in blood. He limped open the secret door of the study. He still remembered the surprised expression when he saw him.
When he saw his little grandson kneeling on one knee, he realized that the Kuye Cha, the little Mo Ming, and the little Xuan Tu who had pulled out his beard when he was a child had grown up. Naturally, he could no longer treat this little grandson.
Xuan Tu held him in her arms and coaxed him to sleep.
"Silly boy, is there anything else in Lao Zhu's family that you can't know?"
Grandpa, grandpa, this should be such an affectionate term. This child also has his own blood flowing in his body. Does it matter if his surname is Mo or Zhu?
But that day, the child shouted out a title, which was better than a bolt from the blue to the King of Jinling who had dominated the world for decades.
See you, Prince!
From the little grandson's mouth came out such strange four words, "See the prince"!
"Yi Shuihan was founded because Jian Ying met a group of friends who were good at swordsmanship. Naturally, without that stinky chess player, there would be no Yi Shuihan today."
"How did Yi Shuihan get it?" Similarly, Zhu Yinuo felt resentful in his heart. Looking at his grandfather, why did he never tell himself such a thing even though he was practicing swordsmanship?
"Do you know Sword Saint Wen?"
"Literary Sword Saint Zhuge Ding?"
The old prince smiled and nodded. The sword manual was given by Zhuge Ding, which was probably hard to accept at the moment. Sword Master Wen was the elder of that building, and Yi Shuihan was not supposed to pass it on.
"Zhuge Ding is a scholar, but he is also a lustful pervert. In that situation, if you don't have a huge fortune or extraordinary martial arts skills, you will eventually fall into trouble."
"So, brother saved Sword Saint Wen?"
The old prince nodded, he was laughing at this loyal man.
"When Jianying introduced it to me, he said that he would never believe that a poor old Confucian scholar who was beaten into a pig's head could write Yi Shuihan's sword manual. He asked people, the sword skills are so exquisite, how can they suspect that they are not genuine?
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"Aren't the people in Muhan Tower not susceptible to water cold?"
"Are there many arrogant people in the world who rely on their talents? He knows all the swordsmanship in the world but has no power to restrain a chicken. He only teaches others how to practice swords but never teaches them. Even to Bai Xiaotian at that time, he only gave them to others.
I have learned a set of Baishuang sword skills, and Baishuang is not as valuable as Yi Shuihan Shishi."
"So Yi Shuihan belongs to our old Zhu family?"
The old prince answered questions and answers with his grandson, and nodded from time to time, but his eyes never moved away from his grandson. He suddenly felt sorry for the child, and he would never forget that day when he was alone
The look in his eyes when he knelt down was strange, strange and scary.
He also asked Zhu Jiannan why Mo Ming and his little Xuan Tu were there that day?
Zhu Jiannan just took a sip of tea and said softly, because he, Mo Ming, is Zhu Jiannan, his brother Zhu Yinuo, his blood is thicker than water.
How should we compensate him? It would be unfair for him to let Xiao Xuantu bear all this now.
However, this world is inherently unfair.
"Yi Shuihan has three giants, Blood Phoenix, Thunder Niu, and Zonghengzi."
"Who is the Blood Phoenix?"
"The old man can only tell you that Blood Phoenix is the direct disciple of the previous sword master Hei Wuchang."
"Then this person is also related to Muhan Tower?"
"The blood phoenix can come and go without being restrained by Yi Shuihan. If the swordsmen in the organization deal with him, they will probably have to lose most of them before they can hurt him."
Zhu Yinuo still wanted to ask, but Mo Ming stopped him. He should let Yinuo know. The old prince would not hide it from him, and he didn't want him to know, and Yinuo couldn't find out from him.
"Grandpa, who is Thunder Niu?"
Mo Ming's eyelids were twitching. The answer couldn't be clearer. What more could Silly Yinuo ask? Suddenly, Mo Ming thought of something. He wondered why that person had to hide for so many years.
"Thunder Niu, you two are very familiar with each other, that is Xin Du Nu, Xiao Lei."
"The foreign man next to Jiannan?" Zhu Yinuo was stunned and speechless.
"The man in Yi Shui Han uses the sword, Xiao Lei..."
"He has a sword and won't show it easily. Yinuo, can you let him show it?"
Zhu Yinuo didn't know how to answer. Xiao Lei was Zhu Jiannan's personal attendant. If he refused to show his sword for Zhu Jiannan, how could he show his sword for himself?
"In addition, the white-clothed swordsman You Lingxi, who is closely related to Ming'er, also goes by the name Yi Shuihan."
Zhu Yinuo didn't respond, and Mo Ming looked surprised. Zhu Yinuo was meditating and traveling in Lingxi. He had heard of his name but had never seen it before.
But how could this You Lingxi connection have anything to do with me? Who is this Youlingxi?
"Every time he takes action related to the Mo family, he will sacrifice his life at any cost. But this person still doesn't know how to control or contact him. He is also a joke, a big joke."
"In other words, Ming'er is just visiting Lingxi!"
Zhu Yinuo didn't understand the reason. He looked at Mo Ming on his left and King Jinling on his right.
The old prince nodded happily, he was really satisfied with this doll, but why, it would be great if his surname was Zhu instead of Mo.
"I feel ashamed to say that in the past, in order to prove the great talent of Yu Lingxi, I deliberately put Ming'er in danger. Sure enough, the ghost fell from the sky, and the white light was as dazzling as a god."
"Unparalleled talent?"
The old prince nodded, obviously at that time even he couldn't believe it, that such a non-human and non-monster could not be controlled by anyone in Yi Shuihan.
Jian Nan once conducted a small experiment, and Yu Lingxi showed his abilities. Except for the rarely seen Blood Phoenix and the Zong Hengzi who disdained pretentiousness, even Thunder Niu's hands were crippled in Yi Shuihan.
"Grandpa, I have another question. How should I command them?"
Returning to Ying Ruge's side, Qin Yue'er handed a sandalwood box to Ying Ruge. Ying Ruge opened it, and inside was a string of Buddhist beads. He counted them, and there were twenty-seven in total.
"Brother Jue found these twenty-seven sages for you."
"Is this damn fat man afraid that I will really chop him up? He doesn't dare to show his face. What are the twenty-seven sages?"
"Those who follow the faith, those who follow the Dharma, those who have faith and understanding, those who see the truth, those who are upright, those who live in one house, those who anticipate the direction of flow, those who anticipate the flow of fruits, those who come and go
Those who have the first fruit, those who do not return the fruit, those who do not return the fruit, those who are average, those who are born, those who have actions, those who have no actions, those who are high-level. These eighteen have the same retreat method and thinking method,
Protecting the Dharma, holding on to the Dharma, being able to reach the Dharma, not moving from the Dharma, not retreating from the Dharma, understanding the Dharma with wisdom, and fearing to escape from the Dharma, these are the nine methods."
What Ying Ruge cares about is not the twenty-seven sages, but what he cares about is Qin Yue'er's serious face, her brows slightly furrowed and serious but not angry yet.
Qin Yue'er said one by one that these twenty-seven sages are from the Hinayana sect, and destiny lies in the individual. Ying Ruge smiled, supported her temples with her fists, and looked at Qin Yue'er quietly. He was not interested in the content.
It was the same ethereal thing, but I suddenly felt that the moon was so beautiful.
"I found you, a shabby monk." Qin Yue'er looked up and saw the black-faced swordsman in white standing on the wall, facing them. The moment he turned back, Ying Ruge had covered his face with his ghost-faced fangs.
"Hou Zhongxi."
"Why don't you two know this? Let me take a look at the sign. Oh, there is a Jiu Xian Ren Zui, which is the property of Lonely Sleepless City."
"Then what are you going to do?"
Qin Yue'er frowned. Although the Wine Immortal had been drunk in Jinling for only a few years, Muhan Tower had been observing it for a long time and found nothing unusual. He would not have thought that it had anything to do with the city that never sleeps.
"I heard from Yan Xiao that the lonely Junior Brother Ru Ge was the only disciple of Bai Yun Cang Gou before entering the brothel. Now, do you still remember what kind of sword Bai Yun's sword is?"
"The city lord wants to know which sword is sharper, Bai Yun or Zhong Nanyan?"
"Junior brother? How many moves do you want to have with me?"
"How do you know that I have acquired a good sword these days?" Ying Ruge unpacked the bag and showed the sword. When she pulled it out, the sword was stained with rust.
Zhong Xihou did not admire him, but instead frowned, looking rather disgusted.
"Although this sword has unparalleled domineering power, at the same time, if the hatred is too deep, it will eventually devour its owner."
"Can you see the sword?"
The West City Lord's dissatisfaction with the rusty sword was not because it was rusty and lost its edge, but because it was too domineering and violent.
"Do you know who uses this Long Yao?"
Ying Ruge was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the sword in his hand. This sword was rusty and could not be more ordinary, but Zhong Xihou knew about the sword in his hand. Although what happened in the ruined temple that day was suspicious
Quite a lot, but since it was a sword, he didn't think too much about it.
"My foster father Tonggu once said that among the ten most famous swords in the world, Long Yao was among them. If it were anyone else, I'm afraid it would be a rusty sword, but if it were you, you wouldn't be stupid enough to use a rusty sword to compete with me.
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Ying Ruge didn't say anything. His skill was poured into the sword, and the sword flashed with golden light. Zhong Xihou also drew his sword and pulled out his Wuyu sword. He wanted to know what Yan Xiao saw in him, and used him to
Know with the sword in your hand.
Zhong Xihou jumped up, holding the sword in his hand, and swung it fiercely. The sword was ordinary, but it was merciless.
Ying Ruge turned her sword to block it, and the sword energy hit her face. The rust stains on the rusty sword in her hand actually peeled off a lot.
Ying Ruge spun around and stabbed out with a sword.
"I have never seen or heard of Baiyun's Jiangu. It would be better if your stab could be directed upwards four points."
Ying Ruge fell to the ground. He did not stab Zhong Xihou. He carefully looked at the Wuyu sword in Zhong Xihou's hand. The sword in his hand did not have a blood-drawing groove. A swordsman with extraordinary swordsmanship held a sword without drawing blood.
A sword with a blood groove is even more frightening, and a sword without a blood groove is also difficult to use. For those who want to kill people with a sword, a sword without a blood groove will definitely add more danger to themselves.
He looked at the Dragon Yao in his hand again. The Dragon Yao had a dragon-shaped blood channel. Just thinking about the scene when the sword penetrated deep and saw red when the sword was drawn, he shuddered.
He could tell that the sword was made of black iron. Whether the black iron was coated with lead could only be understood after drinking blood from the sword.
Zhong Xihou suddenly swung his sword upward, and the sound of the sword cutting through the air was like a dragon's roar, "flying dragon patrolling the eight wastelands". The sword energy was mixed in the wind, Ying Ruge's hair was raised, and the black wood mask kept making "噌噌噌噌".
There was a "thumping" sound, and there were fine lines in the areas not covered by the mask, the skin was sore, and blood slowly seeped out as the broken hair fell.
Zhong Xihou's eyes changed. He was no longer as cynical as before. Instead, he was as fierce and deep as a lone wolf in the desert. He heard his voice say in a low voice: "Okay, today I will teach you what kind of face you have under this mask!"
The light of the sword flashed, but the sound of breaking wind was like the whisper of the Lord Buddha. "The Laughing Buddha lies drunk in the shade of flowers." The Baiyun sword technique, which has not been used for many years, is still sharp, or has been turned into dust. With one sword here, the final result will be revealed.
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Qin Yue'er couldn't help but exclaimed, "No!", but it was difficult to stop the quick sword.
The Lord of the West traveled east and met the Flower Monk. He smiled and asked: The Buddha can see the world? The monk said: The Buddha has no eyes but is transparent. The Lord of the West asked: Can the Buddha be compassionate? The monk said: There is no saint in the world, and the Tathagata also roars like a lion.