Zhong Xihou couldn't help but laugh. He had asked people to search for the traces of the Dark Flame Immortal Lord Buer, and the result was also known. A needle could be found even if it fell into the sea of people, but what about the leaves in the forest? I never thought of it.
However, my master has always lived in his area of control.
"Disciple has searched for Master's traces. Junior brother, have you found it?"
"When you were ten years old, Zhong Nanyan, who was all over the West City, was still there. I was ordered to take his life but he spared me. You are here. When you were fifteen years old, Zhong Daxia poisoned the city. At that time, the city that never sleeps was already panicked.
, I will avenge you and take you as my disciple. You are twenty years old, surrounded by four cities and this place..."
"Master eliminated the top generals of the four cities for his disciples, but was assassinated and poisoned by fire." Zhong Xihou did not stop, "At the age of twenty-two, my master went to the East China Sea alone, and then disappeared from the world without a trace.
You can find it. This disciple thought that Master had been burned by the poison of fire, but now it seems that there is really no need to worry about Master."
Yan Xiao couldn't help but smile. It's a pity that this stupid kid didn't know that at least in this world, no one can hurt Yan Xiao in the slightest except that monster. Even so, Yan Xiao joked: "Hanxin, I haven't seen you for many years.
Whenever my disciple opens his mouth, he is cursing those who will not die."
"If Master had not used his cultivation in this life to compete with his adoptive father, how would his adoptive father have a chance? Master, don't blame me for the disciple's mistakes. Then, what does master want the disciple to do?"
"The cold wind is blowing, it's falcon season, Xiaoxi is willing to live in the West for the rest of his life?"
Zhong Xihou frowned slightly. The Yan Xiao he knew never cared about the prosperity of the world. He only liked to go around the world with swords and saw the injustice done by knights on the road.
The black-armored attendant beside Zhong Xi said softly, "Master Marquis..."
Zhong Xihou glanced at this man from the corner of his eye, and the black-armored attendant said nothing.
"The city that never sleeps is Zhong Nanyan's destiny."
With just a few words, he had made his position clear. Yan Xiao was not displeased, but instead had a smile on his face. That's good, that's good. He didn't wave his sleeves and turn into a phoenix and leave gracefully. Instead, he stayed in the city lord's mansion.
There was a warm pillow on the high bed, and a servant girl, but Yan Xiao couldn't sleep. He thought of lurking in the dark, waiting for the opportunity to deliver a fatal blow, enduring all kinds of torture in the cage, and the contempt and shame of others.
Every day of those days was as deep in his mind as a knife.
How many old people have black hair and white snow, and have turned into withered bones, but they have been suffering from nightmares for a long time, and they have never let go of themselves.
Some things will fade away, but the memory will not fade away, but this memory will gradually fade away.
The clear bamboos are elegant, the four grasses are faint, and under the dim moonlight, he is upright and straight, sitting on the stone bench. On the table, his nails are used as knives to carve a chessboard, and each person holds two colors.
If the black one is put down, the dragon will be slain without regrets; if the white one is dropped again, the pear blossoms will rain heavily; the wind will rise and the water will rise, and the dragon will kill the moon.
"Oh, one mistake, and the whole game is lost."
Under the moonlight, the thing in his hand emitted a cool white light. It was a jade flute.
Yan Xiao, the owner of the jade flute, had high hopes for her. Unfortunately, even though she was extremely talented, she still refused to give up on the world of mortals.
The wind picked up, and a leaf rolled in the wind and gradually fell to the dead center of the chess piece.
Yan Xiao smiled: "If you advance to death and retreat to life, if you retreat, you will lose. If you advance, you have to fight hard to win. Even if you make a mistake, you will lose."
Looking at this jade flute again, perhaps, although the stakes are high, in this life, my wish may really come true.
The desert is the best at deceiving people. After coming and going, the wind and sand will cover the footprints, making people mistakenly think that the person has never been there. This was the case for Zhong Xihou when he was young. "Weeping Eagle Messenger", these three words are so shocking.
It was once the most feared killer organization in the dynasty, aiming to maintain peace.
In the end, Jishi Xianjun actually established such an organization, but power cannot always be used correctly no matter whose hands it is in, and power cannot always be used to maintain justice no matter who it is.
Such is the case with the "Weeping Eagle Envoy". After all, there is no more "Weeping Eagle Envoy" among the Yanyun Cavalry of Daye Dynasty.
However, the person who can be summoned by four words, Master Fuji, is still short of a dead soldier with extraordinary ability and no need to ask why?
"Once a teacher, he is always a father. If the master is kind to his disciples, how can the disciples do unjust things?"
The desert wind took away this sentence and buried it deeply.
Time is fair to everyone. A day passes quickly. You get up, get dressed, and have three meals before returning to bed. But for some people, the day is not easy.
Yan Xiao sat in a ventilated place and drank water. The wind was like a knife blade, and it hurt him. The water was ice-cold, the kind that chilled the bones. At this time, he would often envy his brother.
It was an extremely cruel way to die, but it was better than living like this, suffering every day.
"Master, how many drinks would you like?" Zhong Xihou was wearing a satin robe, which was simple and gorgeous in style. It was a yellow color that was lighter than citrus. Yan Xiao didn't say anything because Xiao Xi never talked much.
"Alcohol is a good thing. It can make people happy, relieve boredom, and relieve sorrow. Similarly, it can also cause confusion, worry, and hurt people. Drinking too much alcohol can lead to addiction. Likewise, killing too many people can lead to addiction."
The person who said this is addicted to alcohol and wants to kill someone
, but I feel like I don’t even have the strength to draw a sword or lift a sword.
Let’s talk about the person who fell into Luo Huaqi at the beginning of our story. He is another disciple of Yan Xiao, Ying Ruge.
Now that we know the Master's whereabouts, we can no longer remain inactive.
Although Ying Ruge inherited the Taoism of the Immortal Family and the Taoism of Immortal Arts, more importantly, the Immortal Arts are satisfactory.
Maybe he should wear a white robe like an immortal, or a Taoist robe embroidered with Bagua like a heavenly master, but he always likes to dress like a wandering monk.
Even now, I wear a white gauze bamboo hat, a navy patched monk's robe, carry a rag package on my back, and walk alone in the desert with a Zen staff.
Ying Ruge has a quirk. When she is alone, she likes to talk to herself. She talks a lot, and most of it is nonsense. But once she is in front of others, especially in front of strangers, she becomes so quiet that people will mistakenly think that she is a handsome mute, or that she is a handsome mute.
His voice was cold and emotionless.
He cursed and said: "This grandma is so stupid, she's so hot..."
Just after he muttered a few words to himself, he heard cries, shouts and roars coming from the wind. He was planning not to mind his own business and leave quietly.
Unexpectedly, due to the hot weather, there was a problem with my senses and I walked towards the source of the sound step by step.
Not surprisingly, a group of bandits hijacked a caravan. It was interesting to watch. There were only five bandits, and there were at least ten men in the caravan. They were so drunk that their legs became weak and unable to move.
The embarrassed monk looked at the robbery scene, turned around and pretended that nothing was wrong, and continued on his way towards the city that never sleeps.
Because this is a city that never sleeps, Ying Ruge cannot use the phoenix spirit control technique casually. After all, there are not many people in the world who are proficient in the ability to transform spirits into beasts at will.
From the corner of my eye, I saw the eyes of the women and children in the caravan were moist, and the corners of their mouths were opening and closing, as if they wanted to call for help but were too intimidated to speak. Among the women and children, there was a foreign girl with a veil covering her face, blond hair and blue eyes, very beautiful.
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Ying Ruge looked at these blue eyes, which looked like fine gemstones, and lost her concentration for a moment.
Even so, in Ying Ruge's view, everything has a cause and effect, and the way of heaven is such that it will not interfere at will. More importantly, Ying Ruge is a person who never wants to meddle in others' affairs, so as not to cause trouble.
But these gangsters were also stupid. They actually thought that there was something valuable on an embarrassed monk. After stopping him, they searched and fiddled with it. They found out that it was really a monk who was eating steamed buns to satisfy his hunger. After a few curses, they were ready to let him go.
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It's interesting to say that sometimes there really is no limit to people's stupidity. The gangster with a bearded face and a heavy back stretched out his hand to pick off the monk's bamboo hat. Now it was interesting. Ying Ruge ducked down and dodged another carp.
After rolling, he jumped up and pushed the eight-foot tall man four or five feet away with one knee.
After kicking the big man on the chin, Ying Ruge frowned, this touch was slightly different.
Now it was fun, the bandits became red-eyed, and the people in the caravan really thought they had met a Living Buddha Arhat, and they all knelt down and worshiped.
"Does Mr. Jia have a red robe in his luggage?"
The leader of the caravan was also a Han Chinese. He mistakenly thought that the monk wanted Dahongpao, a famous tea, and quickly replied: "I came from the south this time. There are excellent Longjing and Tieguanyin. The master can..."
"I'm asking if there are red robes in your place?"
The leader of the caravan was stunned and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes, some are made of cotton and some are made of satin..."
The gangsters became angrier one by one. The monk really didn't take him seriously. He drew his sword and rushed towards the monk one by one. Even if he offended the Buddha, he would kill the monk alive.
The monk did not move. He threw away his Zen staff, formed a seal with his hands, and the two fingers of his right hand emitted red light. The monk was seen waving his hands in the air as if drawing talismans, and shouted in his mouth: "Heaven will destroy the earth, remove evil and evil, like a god."
Angry, your bones will turn into ashes!"
A red-drawn rune scattered into five groups and flew towards the bandit. As soon as they touched it, they saw the bandit tremble all over and turned into ashes and dissipated in a snap of his fingers.
Everyone in the caravan was dumbfounded. Just to put it bluntly, although there are occasional bandits near the city that never sleeps, how could anyone be so bold as to steal money and goods like this during the day, and not be afraid of the patrolling black armor?
The leader of the caravan came up with all kinds of flattery and compliments. The monk stretched out his hand and said, "Bring your red robe. I want to change into this monk's robe."
"Then master, do you want brocade or burlap clothes?"
"Of course it's brocade."
"Okay, five taels of silver."
Ying Ruge's eyes really widened. This merchant was really cheap. She asked, "I saved your life, why don't you take some clothes as reward?"
"A favor is a favor, and buying and selling is business and cannot be confused. If you change into burlap clothes, it would be thirty..." Before the man could finish his words, his feet were already in the air, and Ying Ruge had already lifted him up with one hand.
A quarter of an hour later, the wandering monk took off his rags, lost his Zen staff and bamboo hat, and was dressed in a white cotton robe. He put on a brocade red shirt, tied up his hair, and slowly put on the black carved wooden mask.
Since you are dressed like this, there is no need to walk to the West City step by step.
After thinking about this, he took out a bright red feather and threw it into the air.
With a "bang", a flaming phoenix with wings spread four feet appeared out of thin air. With a slight exertion on her feet, Ying Ruge jumped onto the back of the phoenix and sat cross-legged. After hearing a neighing sound, the flaming phoenix flapped its wings and flew towards the city that never sleeps.
go.
When everyone in the caravan saw that their savior looked like a god, they all kowtowed and knelt down on the sand.
The foreign woman who had caught Ying Ruge's gaze stood up and walked eastward without shaking off the quicksand on her body.
As for the leader of the caravan, he didn't know whether to be shocked or cursed when he saw that the monk, who was not a monk, but a thief who looked like a thief, had robbed him of his clothes and made a big phoenix. He was stunned for a moment.
After about a quarter of an hour of touching, he finally said: "Niang Xi!"
Just like when I was in Xianju Xiaolou, the bustling streets were crowded with people like a torrential rain, but there were always some people who stood out.
There was the woman again wearing silver tiger armor, carrying a silver sword on her back, and wearing a broken red scarf around her waist. The Du Tong who was so afraid of her has long since disappeared.
She was standing in front of a bun shop run by a Chinese woman. The proprietress was plump and dressed in ordinary clothes, but the necklace and earrings around her neck were made of gold. She smiled and greeted you, even if you didn't buy buns, she would treat you equally. This kind of attitude is not very good.
Like middle-landers.
Ying Ruge liked to eat steamed buns, and he could smell those beef steamed buns. The spicy and fragrant flavor was not found in steamed buns stuffed with pork or mutton.
Unprepared, the woman grabbed a bag from the bag without looking and hit her like a stone. Ying Ruge also didn’t expect that the woman was so clever. If she didn’t have the strength to hold a twenty-pound knife in her teeth, she would probably
His teeth had already been knocked out.
The fruit has a thin skin and is delicious, with just the right amount of salty and spicy juice.
Ying Ruge's eyes were cold and hostile, a woman's instinctive reaction. She turned to one side and made standard preparations for a fight.
Ying Ruge smiled faintly, but her lips were filled with bitterness.
Sure enough, the days at the foot of the mountain are the most fun.
He looked at the woman carefully and found that she was as beautiful as Yue'er. It was not simple. The woman described in the report from the spies in Devil May Cry was undoubtedly this person. But strangely, four or five days after the incident, Du Tong came early.
Back in the building, this woman was still in the West.
"Boss lady, ten beef buns."
If Ying Ruge encountered the enthusiasm of the landlady for the first time down the mountain, it would really echo Yan Xiao's words, "It's so comfortable on the mountain, and the moon is with you. Not to mention the ugly women at the foot of the mountain, they are all beautiful."
Transformed into a tiger."
He placed a piece of peach petal beaten with gold on the table, grabbed a beef bun and threw it at the woman. No matter the boss's wife or the woman with silver sword and armor, they never expected that this noble man dressed as a young man would
So crazy.
The woman slashed with her knife, and it seemed to be luck. Each bun was cut in half with the first blow, and when she hit another bun with the second blow, it was knocked back to the table.
Ying Ruge grabbed a split bun and couldn't help but joke: "You used to kill cows, right? If this sword technique is put on the Jianghu, and Zhiwuwuyan knows, what swordsman ranking, the female hero list will immediately be
Rewritten.”
"Who are you? Are you the same kind as Du Tong?"
"This is inappropriate. How can you ask someone's name without telling them your family name first?"
"Bai Lu."
He has never heard of this name. He knows that some people are good at using swords, and some people have the surname Bai. There are people who are very good at using swords and have the surname Bai. This person may not necessarily be related to Bai Xiaotian, the owner of Muhan Tower. The same is true for immortal skills.
A person with a great Taoism and a surname of Yan may not necessarily be Yan Xiao.
"Ghosts cry?" Ying Ruge was quite interested in the unsheathed tiger-head knife in the woman's hand, even more than the tattered red scarf around her waist.
Bai Lu shook her head and handed the knife to Ying Ruge without any grudge.
The shameless man was not polite. He gently stroked the blade and looked at the woman's hands. Her fingers were white and tender, but there were many fine calluses on the hands that should have been white and green.
"It's called night crying. Night crying with tears turning into beads and fluorescent light like the moon."
"Cry at night?"
Ying Ruge deeply regretted that he could have avoided provoking this woman, but he had already done so.
He handed the knife back to the woman, flew out like a wild monkey in the forest, threw a red feather into the air, and the flaming phoenix appeared in an instant, flew on top of the phoenix, and roared away.
Ying Ruge doesn't know who Bai Lu is, but he knows Ye Crying, one of the three famous knives collected by the Peach Blossom Fairy.
Gods cry, ghosts cry, and the night cries. Yan Xiao once warned him, don't worry about the first two, but stay away from the third one, for fear of a misfortune.
Peach Blossom Tribulation? Peach Blossom Tribulation? If such a woman is a Peach Blossom Tribulation, it’s not bad.
It's a pity, it's a pity, girl, you showed up too late.
The fire phoenix is soaring in the sky. Since it is here, why not make some noise and tell Master about the progress of his cultivation in the past two years.
Ying Ruge's purpose is naturally simple, it is nothing more than to please Yan Xiao and help her break the seal in advance.
But how could he have expected that just because of his sudden appearance, a play that was supposed to be delayed would be moved forward.