Zhong Xihou put his sword on the table. There was wine and roast chicken on the table. A man wearing a fiery red robe sat opposite him. This man was Yan Xiao.
Zhong Xihou came back to his senses, glanced at his master, yawned, and lay on the wooden chair as lazy as a Siamese cat.
"I don't understand, why does Master have to ask me to test this child?"
The wine Yan Xiao drank was different from that of Zhong Xihou. He brought a jug of wine himself, a bitter and sweet wine.
There is not much wine left, there is not much time, but the matter is not finished yet.
"Hasn't Xiaoxi always cared about Baiyun's affairs?"
"I admit, Baiyun, that woman..." He stopped talking, or said he shouldn't start talking.
"It's a pity that she is too many years older than you. It's a pity that I killed her."
Zhong Xihou stared at Yan Xiao, his eyes were like those of a wolf cub whose comrade was killed staring at a hunter with a bow and arrow.
"My foster father believes in you, and I naturally believe in your master."
"Just because of your honor as Marquis Zhongxi?"
Zhong Xihou shook his head: "If it were just Zhong Xihou, then I would know very little about Master, and Master knows far better about the Nightless City than I do. I shouldn't be able to retain such a role..."
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"You're not the first person to say such things to me, and you won't be the last."
Yan Xiao stood up, and before he knew it, the sky had darkened and the moon had come out.
What’s interesting is that people from the city inspection department, including street shop clerks and bosses, are all downstairs crying and complaining. Two unknown, shameless martial artists are competing with each other with swords.
The streets and shops are in a mess, and there is no place to claim compensation...
When asked about their looks, no one could really describe the looks of the two men. However, there were a few perverts who described Qin Yue'er's looks so well that they were still curious about whether there was such a little lady in the beauty list.
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The moon on this day is either round or missing. The moon will change every day, and will return to its original appearance after a reincarnation. If everything were the same, there would be no need to worry so much.
"The way of heaven is natural, but the way of humanity is vicissitudes of life. Dust is dust, earth is earth. Everything depends on fate."
"Then Wu Yujian and Tingyujian will fight again?"
"What does the grievances of the previous generation have to do with my generation? If Yu'er plans to try with me to see who has better sword skills, I won't shirk it anyway."
Yan Xiao drank the wine in his glass and changed the subject: "If you don't talk about this, do you have the military talent you have been looking for?"
Zhong Xihou shook his head and sighed. The muscles in his arms were still tense. "I have found the person, but it is also the same as not finding him."
"Who is it? It's like I haven't found him yet?"
"The prince of Jinling, Zhu Jiannan. This person doesn't know what day it will be today or tomorrow..."
"There are so many people in the world. In just ten years, how can you gather all these people? How can you be stumped by just one soldier and general?"
Zhong Xihou was still loosening his arms, and Yan Xiao chuckled. Zhong Nanyan was also like this back then. After a group of them failed to assassinate him, he also relaxed his arms in front of them, not worrying at all that these people would
Fighting back again. "It seems that you are really attentive this time. Feng Hu Wu Yu, since you learned Wu Yu sword technique, how many times have you used it?"
"Ying Ruge, Ying Ruge, how can a person with a sword soul and body understand what a sword is to a swordsman."
On early summer days, the starry sky at night is always charming. The pattern of the twenty-eight stars has clear outlines and blurred spots. Yan Xiao couldn't help but laugh softly when he heard the dark-faced man lamenting the so-called sword soul's body.
"It's a pity, it's a pity that Ru Ge, that kid, doesn't have any sword spirit or body."
Zhong Xihou's eyes widened. Ying Ruge was not a sword spirit, so how many times did he take a few glances and steal six or seven points from his own Feng Hu Wu Yu?
"The last move of Baiyun's swordsmanship is called the Empty City Flower Sea, or the Endless Flower Sea, which is quite similar to your Feng Hu Wu Yu. To him, your Feng Hu Wu Yu is just a sword character.
, it was originally written in Zhao script, but now it is written in Liu script, that’s all.”
"Easy to say..."
Yan Xiao also understood that Zhong Xihou's words were unexpected and he did not take them seriously. He gave up after hearing them: "Ten years is the same as when I knew that I was destined to die ten years ago. Xiao Xi, ten years from now, will you already understand who you are?
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"I? The Lord of the Nightless City, the unparalleled swordsman in the world, the Master of the Dancing Sword, Zhong Xihou."
Yan Xiao smiled again: "If you take away these, what do you have left?"
Zhong Xihou did not answer: "Although Master has fulfilled the disciple's three wishes, is it possible for the disciple to be greedy again?"
"Xiao Xi begs me, what big thing will happen?"
"If one day I abandon the sword, abandon the city that never sleeps, and come to you with a little lady..."
"Okay, I'll be your witness. I'll be your wedding witness. What's that called? Yes, Gaotang!"
Zhong Xihou picked up a bowl of wine and said, "But I'm afraid it won't be a day to trouble Master."
"Yes, you are Zhong Nanyan's son. In the same way, I also ask you to do something as a teacher."
Zhong Xihou took a sip of wine and asked, "If you just use the word "please", aren't you afraid that one day Old Man Yan will come to my bedside and stare at me viciously with those ghost eyes?"
Yan Xiao laughed a few times and continued: "You are ranked eleventh, and Ruge is ranked thirteenth. The man ranked twelfth in the middle has a so-so swordsmanship, but he is about to reach a bottleneck on his way to immortality. He is too unruly, so he tells his fortune.
, I’m afraid the disaster is coming..."
Marquis Zhongxi spilled the wine on the ground: "If Marquis Zhongxi does not care about the friendship of the same family in the future, he will be punished by thunder and fire from heaven and earth."
This kid, at least let yourself finish what you said.
Yan Xiao couldn't help but laugh out loud. He suddenly discovered that Xiao Xi, who was not very talkative at first, was becoming more and more like the shameless swordsman Zhong Nanyan.
Zhong Xihou drank slowly and sighed silently in his heart, Master, Master, how could you forget that Xiao Twelve is Xiao Yu?
Zhu Yinuo is undoubtedly the most depressed these days. He has been practicing swordsmanship for ten years for the sake of his elder brother, whom he was so shameless. Now, how can his sword be called a fast sword? That incompetent man's subordinate
, there are so many famous swordsmen, what does his sword mean? What kind of realm is a warrior in the two extreme realms? What kind of realm is Mo Ming? What kind of realm was my brother in the past?
"Yinuo, what are you thinking about?" No one except Mo Ming knows Zhu Yinuo's thoughts better, but this person likes not to say it.
"Mo Ming, the sword masters of the Mo family have been invincible for generations but do not seek to be famous in the world, so what are you going to do?"
"Even if my hand cannot hold the sword, the Mo family will never be destroyed in my hands."
"Then what do you rely on?"
"I have brothers here, so what should I be afraid of?" Mo Ming looked at Yinuo and smiled. His smile was warm, but Zhu Yinuo saw a sickly face with no color.
"What you said makes me ashamed."
Mo Ming patted Zhu Yinuo's shoulder: "Seriously, Mo Yujian is a gift for you, do you want it?"
"Are you crazy? Do you know how important Mo Yujian is?"
"You think? I will give you the sword? The sword of the Mo family, and the sword wielder of the Mo family, is naturally named Mo."
Zhu Yinuo was stunned for a while, and couldn't help but curse and curse.
Mo Ming chuckled, and suddenly took out a piece of yellow talisman paper from his sleeve, drew a bird shape with a cinnabar brush, and said with a wicked smile: "Yi Nuo, come on, put this on..."
Zhu Yinuo jumped up instinctively, turned backwards, and was four or five feet away from Mo Ming, like a wild cat with bristling hair, and shouted: "What the hell is that thing again!"
"This is a rune adapted from the Qingyan on the grassland in the north. Just give it a try, maybe I can really make a rune myself this time."
Zhu Yinuo had a look on his face as expected, and slowly backed away, without the previous frown, with a playful smile, and said: "Since you modified it yourself, Mo Ming, why don't you experiment on your own, I should go practice swordplay..."
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After that, he disappeared in a flash.
Mo Ming pursed her lips and smiled. Qingyan, I heard from people from the north that this raptor with a head as thick as a small arm is constantly evolving itself for hunting. One promise, one promise, you may be like this eagle.
Hunters, tigers among birds, constantly improving for a purpose?
Thinking too much is naturally damaging to the brain, so I looked at the talisman in my hand. Oops, I couldn't help but frown: "I drew the wrong one again."
The city of Jinling was quite peaceful that night. The next day, Marquis Zhong Xi went to the Prince's Mansion of Jinling for the second time.
This time he was wearing his usual clothes, a loose robe with tightly tied cuffs. It was as white as snow, and it was elegant and easy to get dirty. He was a little helpless, and in the end he still couldn't go back to the inn to see the red-haired dancer.
Ji.
He has that unparalleled sword on his waist, and with the Wuyu Sword in his hand, there is nothing to fear in this world.
Waiting at the door was Mo Qu'er, the maid brought by the Mo family from Mo County. Her watery eyes looked at Zhong Xihou like this. It could be seen that this little girl was smart, witty and knowledgeable. Zhong Xihou had never been there before.
Pay more attention.
The soldiers guarding the gate had seen the Lord of the Nightless City, so they naturally stepped aside and allowed the Lord of the Nightless City to go in on his own.
After passing the winding roads one after another, Zhong Xihou was also a little envious. Although he was not an emperor, he was sitting in the Forbidden City like an emperor. It was hard for him to have another person in the world.
Xindunu Xiaolei was waiting at the inner door. His upper body was still naked, and the iron ropes around his body were always wrapped around him.
"I've seen you several times, but you haven't said a word. Could it be that you are mute?" Zhong Xihou joked. He was already sure that this barbarian would not be a mute.
Mute, he still wanted to tease him. Xiao Lei shook his head and still didn't speak. He denied it, but it was misunderstood and acquiesced.
Naturally, Zhong Xihou would not forget the purpose of coming here. It has to be said that it is really surprising that this old fox would take the initiative to invite him and tell him about Yi Shuihan. When he came, he wanted to know about Yi Shuihan.
Who is in Han? Is the person who used his internal power to force his subordinate Zhong Xihou to death also in Yishuihan?
King Jinling was sitting on a deck chair in his imperial garden. He lay there and looked at the sky. The sky was blue, the clouds were white, and the warm light shone on his body, which was comfortable and not dazzling. Days like this are always pleasant.
However, there are too many unsatisfactory things in life. At this age, I understand it more clearly than anyone else.
"Lord Zhongcheng is here." There was also a recliner on the left side of King Jinling. Zhong Xihou sat on it without asking if it was prepared for him. "It seems that Yi Shuihan is indeed attractive. Do you want to know?"
Is it Yi Shuihan’s sword manual or Yi Shuihan’s organization?”
"Then it depends on what the old prince is willing to say to Gu."
"In the old man's opinion, what a swordsman wants more is the unparalleled sword manual, and what a city lord wants to know more is a Jianghu organization that is good or bad for him. So, is Zhong Xihou a swordsman of a generation or a city?
Lord?"
Zhong Xihou inserted the Wuyu Sword into the soil: "It depends on when it is. If someone has evil intentions towards Lonely Night City, the people of Evernight City will see their city lord charging forward in armor. If someone comes from a thousand miles away
The reason you came to look for me is to see what kind of person Zhong Nanyan's disciple is and what kind of sword Wuyun Sword is. Then, I am also a swordsman."
King Jinling couldn't help but clapped his hands: "Okay, a good one is a city lord and a swordsman. Then tell me, how many people in the world are there who are both a city lord and a swordsman?"
"Only one person."
"really!"
"really."
Obviously this was not the answer King Jinling wanted, but he asked the wrong person. If it had been someone else, he might have flattered him, but this person was Zhong Xihou.
"The old man talked about Yi Shuihan with that little grandson a few days ago."
"A hundred years have passed since King Jinling, and the throne will have to be passed on. The prince is in poor health, and the throne will eventually fall on Zhu Yinuo. If it were Gu, I'm afraid Gu would have spent a longer time cultivating this person."
"He's qualified."
"Rong Gu, think about it. If you want Wen, his cousin Mo Ming is a good adviser with your old army. If you want Wu, your 300,000 troops in the city should not be underestimated." Zhong Xihou understood this. The city lord,
So what if you have unrivaled martial arts skills? What if you have extraordinary resourcefulness?
Similarly, how many people does Yi Shuihan have? Is Mo Ming, the eleventh on the Qingfeng list, real or false? Zhong Xihou will not say more.
"It's a pity, this child still lacks too many things." The old prince looked at Zhong Xihou, who chuckled, "Has City Lord Zhong ever wondered why Lincheng would want your retainer Shu Nan and let him assist King Lincheng?
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"Everyone likes talented people."
"But if he really abandons you, then I'm afraid he won't be able to survive in the old man's place."
"It is unfaithful for a seller to seek glory, and it is unjust to offer land with a picture in hand. Those who are unkind and unjust cannot be kept."
"You are poor, why don't you go with the old man to see Yi Shuihan?"
"A useless sword manual or someone who makes a good sword?"
"If I, the king, bow down to beg you, will you agree to teach Xiao Sun Yinuo Yi Shuihan?"
"That depends on how sincere you are, old prince."
"The three hundred thousand soldiers and horses in Lincheng can be dispatched by you, Marquis Zhongxi."
"This gift is really great." Zhong Xihou stood up, patted the dust on his body, and raised his sword, "Old prince, please don't forget that I am the lord of a city, not your general and slave in the city that never sleeps.
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After that, he walked towards the main entrance. After a few "swishes", two men wearing masks and black and white clothes blocked Zhong Xihou. The man in white wore a black mask, and the man in black wore a
White masks. The swords in their hands are also ordinary. The sword base is in two shapes, one yin and one yang.
The difference is that the boy in black also carries a sword on his back, a long blue sword.
Their clothes are black and white, and their masks are black and white. On this mask, the person in the black mask has a crying face, and the person in the white mask has a smiling face.
Zhong Xihou looked at these two people and laughed softly: "Is it possible that these two people are the masters of your Yishuihan Zongheng? The world laughed and cried silently?"
King Jinling clapped his hands, and the whole world burst into laughter and tears silently behind the old prince.
"City Master Zhong wants to know Yi Shuihan's secret, and now I've let you know another one. These two people are indeed the laughing stock of heaven and earth. Although City Master Zhong's swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world, and Yi Shuihan has many talented people, even if these two people can't kill you
, with the swordsmanship of the two of them, it is not difficult to defeat you, Marquis Zhongxi."