Ying Ruge immersed his whole body in the warm water sprinkled with flower petals. He wanted to eliminate the smell on his body, the smell coming from the blood.
"Do you really want to go?"
"You have heard that a cold sword has no eyes, and a passionate swordsman has a ruthless sword. This Mo Yujian is said to be a passionate sword. Don't you find it interesting?"
"Are you going to see the passionate sword or the ruthless man?"
Ying Ruge also immersed the black wood mask in the water. Since it was already known to everyone in the world that Linghu Changkong was going to marry the Qin Palace Master of the Muhan Tower Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests, what was the use of this mask?
"Yue'er, does that fat man have any spare dough for you?"
Yue Nu took out a leather mask from a box. The leather was made from real human skin, from the skin on the human back. Ying Ruge had to wash it thoroughly every time she used it.
Get rid of the resentment on this skin and wash away the smell of death on this skin.
He dried himself, put on the tattered monk's clothes, and sat upright in front of the dressing mirror while Yue Nu combed his hair.
"You guys look so much alike."
Looking at himself in the mirror, it seems that it is not himself. The most familiar thing to a person is his own face, and the most unclear feature is his own face. With this face of Ying Ruge, he remembers the size of the eyes and the bridge of the nose.
Height, but I love and hate this face.
"It's like, but girls, I'm afraid they all like a young man with unparalleled talents like him, right?"
Qin Yue'er put her hand against Ying Ruge's face: "Nonsense, I just like you like this. In my opinion, there is no difference between those scholars and women..."
Qin Yue'er suddenly felt as if she had said something wrong, and was about to add something, but the Tattered Monk suddenly stood up, hugged her waist, and kissed her lips again.
Qin Yue'er didn't resist, but instead hooked her man's neck with both hands.
It was not Liu Xiahui who could remain pregnant with such a beautiful lady, but the eunuch in the palace. Ying Ruge's hand went up from her waist and pressed on Qin Yue'er's chest.
Like an electric shock, he instinctively closed his teeth and bit Ying Ruge's tongue.
Ying Ruge stepped back and stuck out her tongue, which was so interesting.
"I promise you, I will definitely get married to a matchmaker and carry the sedan chair with eight people." Ying Ruge rolled her eyes and added, "First I will propose marriage, and then I will find eight heroes and masters that people think of to carry the sedan chair."
Qin Yue'er was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.
He sat him down again, carefully put on the human-skin mask for him, and smeared his face with rouge so that the mask could not be recognized from Ying Ruge's face. A few strands of his hair were also dyed white.
There is a scar carved on this face, a scar that goes from the corner of the eye down to the corner of the mouth.
"Sword Destroyer Master, Linghu Changkong, yes, that's quite the same thing." Qin Yue'er's slender fingers slowly stroked the hero scar that was hard to distinguish between real and fake. Four years ago, Linghu Changkong challenged Taoist Bai He, Taoist Bai He.
The Liangyi sword passed by and the image was shattered.
It was also in that battle that Linghu Changkong defeated Taoist Baihe within a quarter of an hour and became famous. Taoist Baihe also promised to present Guanli tribute treasure, the thin sword with the same name as the Taoist, Baihe.
Speaking of which, that sword is really beautiful. The hilt is only two fingers thick. The hilt is pitch black, and the sword body is as white as crane feathers. There is a hole at the end of the sword, and there is a thumbnail in the hole.
I don’t know how the coral beads were placed, and they were not close to the sides. They seemed to be just floating in the hole.
The hilt of the sword is engraved with feather patterns, which feels good in the hand and is not easy to fall off due to sweating.
The blade of the sword is quite interesting. It is the color of the feathers and is engraved with characters the size of a pinky fingernail. It is actually the "Tao Te Ching", and this scripture is also interesting. It appears black under the moonlight and white under the sunlight. Looking at the whole, it is really interesting.
So it looks like a crane.
Every time Linghu Changkong appears, it means that a master of swordsmanship is about to be defeated. Maybe with a stick of incense or ten moves, Linghu Changkong will knock the sword out of the hand of the sword wielder or break it.
But why no one in the world has spread rumors yet? At that time, it was often a moonless night when the sky and earth were darkest.
It got dark very quickly in Jinling that day. When Zhong Xihou took a nap, he woke up only to hear the watchman shouting the third watch. Yan Hude prepared clothes for him. The clothes were still white, but the difference was that
The sleeves of this dress are open, the kind of loose dress that lets the wind in when you move quickly.
Big sleeves.
"Master Hou, why did you have to call that dying person?"
Zhong Xihou tied up his loose hair with a ribbon, creating a long ponytail.
"Which shoes?"
"It doesn't matter. You can't make too big a move with this clothes. It just needs to be comfortable. Xiaoliang, Ying Ruge is said to be an immortal person, but when it comes to your mouth, he becomes a mortal person."
"Everyone will die, including Mr. Hou. How can this person be immortal?"
"It's not that people won't die, it's that this person won't die easily. What's more, he is a cultivator, and his lifespan is no longer than that of ordinary people. If he dies, it will probably take him a hundred or more decades."
"So, isn't this the art of cultivating immortality what those princes and nobles want most?"
"Xiao Liang, cultivating immortals is different from cultivating the Tao. Cultivating immortals depends on whether you have immortal roots, and the road to immortality is not something ordinary people can endure."
"Then the Marquis has no immortal roots?"
"Cultivation of immortals is not of much use to me. I don't seek longevity or becoming an immortal. With or without immortal roots, I think I can live freely in the world after cultivating immortal skills, but there are too many restrictions. It's just a rare bird that has been replaced by a bigger one.
This prison is of no use to me."
Zhong Xihou was suddenly stunned for a moment, paused for a while, and then continued.
"No more words, Xiaoliang, can you come with me to see the passionate sword?"
Yan Hude shook his head: "A man named Liang also came to Lincheng."
"Actually, since they both have the surname Liang, how about you help me check on Liang Boxu?"
"I'm afraid Yan Hude will violate the wishes of the Marquis."
Zhong Xihou sighed, eh.
The city that never sleeps has as many brave and invincible warriors as it takes to lead the troops to kill, but the few are the generals who can use their troops like gods. Why don't you, a down-and-out prince, get the idea?
A lot of people came to the Forbidden City in Jinling that day, including the King of Jinling, Zhu Jiannan, several sons-in-law and several grandsons, and the rest were some civil and military generals and merchant tycoons.
Seeing Zhong Xihou entering the hall of Linde Hall, Mo Ming stood up, bowed and smiled. Like all literati, he held a unique wooden fan in his hand. Sometimes Zhong Xihou also wanted to ask Mo Ming for advice on the same thing.
It is a required course for many literati, how to use a fan.
That kind of "pop", the fan opens, and "pop" again, the fan closes. Sometimes when you look at it, it's actually a bit cool.
The middle-aged man sitting next to Mo Ming was dressed like Mo Ming. He knelt on the straw mat and closed his eyes in silence. His brows were slightly furrowed and his hands were inserted into each other's sleeves. There was a sword placed on the table in front of him.
The sword with its scabbard is no more than two feet, seven or eight inches long. It is as black as ink, and the scabbard is engraved with gold.
Zhong Xihou returned the gift, looked back, and frowned. He was surprised, why hasn't his junior brother arrived yet?
"Mr. Zhongcheng, are there any guests yet to arrive?" Zhu Jiannan walked out at some point. Zhong Xihou looked at the empty throne, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. This Zhu Jiannan did look like a master.
"I invited a friend over. This friend has no other hobbies and is quite interested in famous swords in the world."
After saying this, Zhong Xihou looked at the Mo Yu sword that was two feet, seven or eight inches tall.
Mo Ming raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he knew who the person was. He looked at his father again. The Mo family swordsman still closed his eyes to calm his nerves, said nothing, and didn't move. Mo Ming didn't have much restraint from etiquette, so he stretched out his hand to hold Mo Yu.
He held the sword in both hands and handed it to Zhong Xihou without any politeness.
Zhong Xihou looked at the Mo sword wielder again. He still couldn't sit still and meditated. He grabbed Mo Yu's sword without any courtesy.
Pulling the sword out of its sheath, there was a dragon roar from Dongsu Chuyuan, and in an instant, white light exploded in the hall, and everyone's eyes were directed at the famous sword in Zhong Xihou's hand.
Zhong Xihou frowned slightly, this sword is really, really, special.
The blade of the sword is not as deep as ink as rumored, but is also a general silver color with a cold light. But this is also a blunt sword, just like Kongwu Qingzhi, it is a blunt sword. The double-edged blades are not opened, and the head is as flat as a ruler.
, people say that a sword has a double edge and a sharp point, and it can stab and cut people to death. The king of hundreds of soldiers, but he is born to kill, and he is the most ruthless among the hundreds of soldiers.
But this sword?
It is not so much a sword as it is a ruler with a hilt and a scabbard. Look at the gilt inscription on the sword: Wuwei.
Zhong Xihou did not move, but returned the sword to its sheath, holding the sword in both hands as well.
Soon, the young prince of Jinling, Zhu Yinuo, was wearing a white python robe and a double dragon sword hanging from his waist. Coming in with him was a man in tattered monk clothes, uncombed and carrying a round stick package that was about four feet away.
, when you get closer, you can see that there is an old scar on his face that is half the length of his face.
Seeing that Marquis Zhong Xi was also there, Zhu Yinuo did not give him a good look. He simply ignored the West City Lord and led the monk-clothed knights to introduce him to his cousin and uncle. Unexpectedly, this annoying West Country man spoke first.
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"Brother Changkong, why are you so late at this time?"
Zhu Yinuo was stunned. He looked at Zhong Xihou and then at the monk-clothed knight, and asked, "Do you two know each other?"
The monk-clothed knight nodded slightly, but Zhu Yinuo was obviously not interested.
"I thought you were stopped outside the Forbidden City as a beggar, but I didn't expect you came in with the young prince."
The monk-clothed knight clasped his hands in his fists and saluted to Marquis Zhongxi: "I lost the gold post given by the Marquis. It took me a while to get in. Thanks to the young prince."
Zhu Yinuo was not willing to pay attention to Zhong Xihou, nor was he willing to accept the gratitude of the Monk Ranger. Instead, he pulled Mo Ming back to his seat and chattered like a sparrow, which probably meant that the Monk Ranger had just done that.
The sword intent emanating must be at the two extremes, even the realm of the Yuanzu. He asked Mo Ming in a lower voice if he said in front of his grandfather that day that his martial arts cultivation was at the two extremes. Is it true or false?
Mo Ming smiled but said nothing, which made Zhu Yinuo feel very itchy and uncomfortable.
Suddenly, Zhu Yinuo's mind went awry and he asked Mo Ming another question, which meant what level of martial arts Mo Ming was now, and what was his uncle's level next?
"Brother Changkong, haven't you introduced yourself to the young prince?"
The monk-clothed knight is of course none other than Ying Ruge wearing a human-skin mask, or rather Linghu Changkong.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Linghu Changkong, the reckless man, has met the prince, the marquis, and all of you."
Zhu Yinuo's eyes widened, what, Linghu Changkong? He turned his head and looked at Mo Ming. Mo Ming didn't say anything, just smiled slightly and nodded again.
"Wow, Mo Ming, is he the Sword Destroyer Master?"
Zhu Yinuo took a closer look, and suddenly felt that this monk-clothed knight was indeed not that ordinary. He was indeed the demeanor of everyone, no, the demeanor of a master. Zhu Yinuo rolled his eyes and leaned closer to Mo Ming to bite his ear.
"Mo Ming, isn't that why he came here..."
Mo Ming still nodded. Zhu Yinuo asked again, but Mo Ming didn't give him a chance and just said lightly: "Probably, 40 to 50%."
Zhu Yinuo was obviously a little discouraged, and looked at his uncle who was still meditating with his eyes closed. Mo Ming still didn't give him a chance to speak, and still said softly: "I'm afraid father doesn't know how to draw a sword."
Zhu Yinuo was thinking about how to prevent Linghu Changkong and Mo Ming from fighting, but damn Zhong Xihou spoke.
"I'm afraid you all know Brother Changkong's preferences. When it comes to swordsmanship, Changkong believes that Mo Yu's sword is more powerful, or Wu Yu's sword skills are better."
Zhong Xihou glanced at Linghu Changkong. Did he say this to himself or to the people of the Zhu and Mo families?
"The King of Wu Yu Sword dominates the sword, but his aura is too fierce. Mo Yujian is revered as the unparalleled love sword in the world. It is neither the same kind nor can it be discussed. It is just that many people have heard that people are sentimental and swords are ruthless, but Mo Yujian is praised as
A sentimental sword, I really don’t know where Mo Yujian’s love is?”
"How about you and uncle have a fight later?"
Zhu Yinuo suddenly spoke, and Mo Ming could only press her forehead and sigh slightly and shake her head. Zhu Jiannan couldn't help but find it funny. This silly brother, since Linghu Changkong is here, he is still with Zhong Xihou. Isn't the purpose obvious?
?
He forcibly changed the subject and asked: "I am afraid that few people can match Linghu's knowledge of swords. Xiao Wang has also used swords in the world, but he has no choice but not to talk about it. Xiao Wang is curious about how many famous swords there are in the world.
, which ones are in the tenth place? The great sage knows that he has always been unwilling to rank the sword manuals, so Linghu hero may list the top ten famous swords so that Xiao Wang can fulfill his wish."
"As a family, the young prince doesn't need to take it too seriously. Seven Immortals Bo Chan Sword, Long Yao, Liu Fang, Splashing Dust, July Flowing Fire, Mo Yu, Wu Yu, Seven Stars, No Hate, Liang Yi."
Linghu Changkong looked at Zhong Xihou and then at Mo Ming. The two looked at each other. The other party smiled gently and saluted with a fan in hand. Linghu Changkong also smiled in return.