Lincheng Huamo Chapter 41: The famous sword is ruthless
Linghu Changkong's hand holding the sword was a little loose. He didn't know whether he should hold the sword tightly or put it down.
The old prince of Jinling looked carefully at the Sword Destroyer Master, whom even he had heard about, and he was heartbroken, this young man didn't look like an Asai.
Although Asai is close to the Central Plains of Daye, it is said that the women there are many arrogant and luxurious, but most of them are kind and filial by nature. But the men there are different, most of them are arrogant and domineering, and they either fight with their fists or speak with knives.
This Linghu Changkong is said to be arrogant, or indeed has the ability to be arrogant, and can be regarded as arrogant and arrogant. But when it comes to domineering, this scar-faced young man probably has nothing to do with these two words.
Speaking of which, the old prince of Jinling still had an inexplicable liking for this pair of sword-crazy boys, but he was also a little afraid of them, and his feelings were subtle.
What's more, I feel somewhat familiar with it, but I can't explain it clearly.
"In this duel, I can drink three taels, no, no, no, half a catty..."
Unexpectedly, when the King of Jinling said these words, his two grandsons each rolled their eyes. The king of Daye, who was feared by the world, actually said: "Five taels..."
Just like this, they were haggling. Seeing that Zhu Jiannan and Mo Ming no longer frowned at him, the old prince of Jinling was still a little bit resentful. With a wave of his hand, the maid also realized what was going on, filled the pot with wine, and gave the old prince a full glass.
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Zhong Xihou felt bored and acted like a theatergoer urging the opening: "Brother Changkong, the swordsmanship of the Mohist family has been unparalleled in the world for generations. Your swordsmanship is a lesson. Since Wenjian is pursuing an invincible position, why not learn from the Mohist swordsmanship?"
Let’s see if the swordsmanship of the next generation is superb.”
Linghu Changkong relaxed his mind and his hands, but still held the sword tightly.
Mo Ming's sword, sentimental? Ruthless?
Is his swordsmanship worthy of the Mo Yu sword in his hand?
"Speechless!"
In the battle between masters, it is the insight to strike first to suppress others and to strike later. Mo Ming gently spat out the word "Speechless" and took the lead. The Mo Yu sword in his hand dripped with ink-like water droplets. When he swung the sword, the ink was shaped like a flying needle and shot towards the order.
Fox is in the sky.
Linghu Changkong moved his body, and in the blink of an eye, his figure flashed behind Mo Ming. His sword with golden light was about to strike down, but Mo Ming did not move a step.
Another whispered word, "Human language!"
Those flying needles came together again to form a piece of silk and satin, which wrapped around Linghu in the sky.
Linghu Changkong slashed Long Yaocai down in his hand. The golden sword touched the ink silk, but it felt like cutting into a quagmire.
Mo Ming seized the momentary opportunity, turned around and swung his sword. His sword pierced Linghu Changkong's wrist, the wrist holding the sword. Linghu Changkong, the master of the sword, stretched out his left hand, and blood dripped down bit by bit. He used
With his left hand, he grabbed the sword that turned black after being stabbed quickly.
The sword energy cut the palm of his hand, and blood flowed from the wound, dripping on the ground and also on this famous silver sword.
Mo Yu's sword flashed a strange light, and the sword began to gradually turn into blood red.
The Mo Yu sword in Mo Ming's hand was opened!
The red front turned sharply, and the gentle and elegant young man showed a ghostly smile, and then stabbed his life gate.
How could Linghu Changkong not notice the instant qualitative change in Mo Ming's cultivation, and the instant qualitative change in the realm of Yuanzu, as if someone could push him straight to the end of Qinglan.
Linghu Changkong was overjoyed, and his strength also increased dramatically. He no longer restrained himself, and his cultivation level increased to the ancient realm of warriors.
The swordsman at the peak of the two realms, the primeval realm of warriors and the realm of cultivators, forgot where he was at that moment. He did not control his sword energy and wandered around the hall in a gap of sword wind.
At that moment, both Zhong Xihou and the Mo family sword master, as well as three elderly guests, took action one after another. Thirty-six golden lights flew out of Linghu Changkong's hand, and Zhong Xihou and the Mo family sword master dispersed.
The energy released by the energy counteracted the twelve rays, and the three elderly guests also snapped their fingers and sharply raised their kung yuan to disperse the twelve rays of golden light.
Everyone present was shocked by the actions of the five masters who suddenly interrupted the sword fight. When they saw Zhong Xihou clapping his hands, they laughed a few times, then stopped laughing and said: "Brother Changkong, Young Master Mo, no matter what
Fortunately, he is a leader of the younger generation, and suddenly I feel that I want to make Xian Jianghu."
Linghu Changkong understood the meaning, sheathed his sword, and said angrily: "Oh, why haven't you heard that there are too many rumors about the name Zhong Xihou in the world?"
This was very embarrassing. Zhong Xihou was about to speak. This time, the Mohist swordsman who was unwilling to talk spoke up: "Looking for the doctor Peach Blossom Fairy, asking the sword Zhong Xihou, I am afraid that this is the only thing that is not nonsense."
Already."
Everyone was stunned at first, and then laughed.
Zhu Yinuo was dumbfounded. The fight was over like this? So who won? What was the result? Who won?
Zhu Jiannan raised the light tea and stood up: "It's a pity that the place is too small to allow Hero Linghu and Mingdi to have fun together. How about having fun tomorrow at Wuhuaping in Jinling City?"
Mo Ming turned back to look at her father, but the swordsman of the Mo family ignored the look directed at him and could not help but feel slightly depressed. He was used to that kind of emotion and could not express it in words. The cultivation of a swordsman was actually the fault of the cultivator.
Ying, isn't this a joke?
Zhong Xihou clapped his hands: "As expected of Brother Changkong, this broken sword, ah no, one of the top ten swords in the famous sword book, is really extraordinary. What do you think of Master Mo?"
This man from the West didn't wait for the Mohist swordsman to speak. He stood up again, took off the sword from his waist, and placed it on the table.
: "I heard that Lord Mo knows the famous swords in the world. Which famous sword in the world is the most special?"
The expression of the swordsman of the Mo family did not change, and he said softly: "The ten famous swords mentioned by Young Master Linghu each have their own merits, such as the Seven Immortals Sword whose name is unknown. It is said that this sword is only a swordsman in rumors.
, used by Young Master Wushuang and has no descendants. Although Long Yao in the hands of Young Master Linghu is an overlord, it is very easy to bite the master. There are many precedents for people to be sucked dry by the sword in their hands. Mo Yujian is specially designed to kill villains.
If you don’t kill a lover, how can you tell the difference between a lover and a heartless person? As for the city lord’s Wuyu sword, it’s hard for Mo to say.”
Zhong Xihou looked at Linghu Changkong. To be honest, this face is not handsome, but it does not look like a reckless man. This is why the guests in the hall doubt whether Linghu Changkong is from Asai.
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But how could Zhong Xihou know whether this face belonged to Ying Ruge? He thought of Ying Ruge holding that beautiful woman and those sour words.
Zhong Xihou couldn't help but think of the red-haired dancer. He didn't know if that girl Tian Qin deliberately treated those two women harshly?
I couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, and waited until the banquet was over to go back and take a look at my so-called sister.
"Brother Changkong, I still can't figure out this time whether you are sentimental or ruthless. Master Mo, why don't you tell me about Gu's Wuyu Sword?"
The sword master of the Mo family looked at the crimson-colored sword and couldn't help but feel a little depressed.
This, I always say, seek medical advice from Peach Blossom Fairy and ask swordsman Zhong Xihou. I have given this barbarian from the West enough face.
Since you already have such a high evaluation, why do you need to talk nonsense?
"Then please forgive me, City Lord, and I will not pursue any conflict of words."
"Senior, you are too polite. I just listened and said nothing."
When he heard the word "Senior", Mo Ming couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly, "The reckless man from the West."
King Jinling coughed: "My son, if you tell me, it's your fault. If you don't tell me, it's your fault."
"My son-in-law understands." After the swordsman of the Mo family saluted King Jinling, he walked to Zhong Xihou, slowly raised the famous sword, looked at the sword body, and smiled, with a hint of youthful spirit.
"The city lord's sword is inherited from the great hero Zhong Nan Yan Zhong. When I came to your city that never sleeps, the great hero Zhong used the Wu Yu sword against Mo Yu's sword, which was very enjoyable, but to no avail."
Obviously, the Mo family swordsman was still particularly satisfied and a little regretful about his passionate relationship with Zhong Nanyan when he was young. Thinking about it now, the middle-aged man's expression changed suddenly, and he frowned deeply. It was clear that what he was going to say next was bad news.
Already.
"Later I heard that the sword core of Wuyun Sword was loose."
Zhong Xihou frowned, the core of the sword was loose? A good sword is not only the blade, the sword is visible on the outside, but also has the keel and the sword core on the inside.
The dragon bone and the sword are like the backbone and the person, and the sword core and the sword are like the heart and the person. If the sword core is destroyed, the sword will be useless.
Zhong Xihou burst out laughing, his laughter was so thunderous that everyone present holding the sword held their breath.
"If it's loose, it's loose. All living things will age and die one day, let alone a sword. It's just a dead thing. A sword is a cold blade after all, so what's the feeling?"
"City Lord Zhong doesn't love the Wuyun Sword in his hand more than the city that never sleeps. How can he say such a thing now?"
Zhu Yinuo sneered and said that his Double Dragon Sword was on the table. This sword was gorgeous and beautiful, and the blade was sharp. When it scratched his arm, there were no scars, only bleeding: "But now it seems that even Wu Yu Jiansong
After removing the core of the sword, I think it will still be as sharp as ever."
"A promise, don't be rude."
Zhu Jiannan patted the table, and Zhu Yinuo glanced at Zhong Xihou and stopped talking. What happened to the little brother today? He just didn't like Zhong Xihou, but it didn't mean that he didn't like the sword dance. Could it be that he said dance?
Even though the core of the sword is destroyed, the edge of the sword is still the same, so why is it wrong? It's frustrating, it's frustrating.
"It has been many years since my uncle last played Wu Yujian. Today, when I see Mingdi wielding the sword, I think he has inherited my uncle's essence and his momentum is still the same."
To be honest, Zhu Jiannan has not seen Mo Ming use his sword for many years. He only knows that Mo Ming's swordsmanship changes to a new level every time, which can be said to be as fast as God's help. He really saw it, especially when the two of them each used a sword.
Yu Jin unexpectedly asked five masters, including his uncle and Zhong Xihou, to block his sword, and he couldn't help but feel stoned in his heart.
"There are so many famous swords in the world, so I just have to find another one."
Zhong Xihou is still free and easy, his sword is back in its original place, he is drinking fine wine, it is time for leisure in the world.
The sword master of the Mo family suddenly looked at the Mo Yujian returned by Mo Ming, thinking a little.
The low sound of the sword is still echoing in my ears, Mo Yu, Mo Yu, what are you telling yourself today?
Or did you hear your sister complaining again?
The ensuing banquet had no other fun and was mostly about flattery or testing each other.
After the banquet ended, Zhong Xihou did not rush back to his residence, but took Linghu Changkong to go there first.
It is rare to be proud, so Marquis Zhongxi rented out someone's backyard, a wooden table, two benches, two pots of Immortal Drunk, and a stack of salt and pepper peanuts. Ying Ruge has no idea of this kind of pride. If there is Immortal Zui, he is actually Marquis Zhongxi.
The industry, no matter how heroic, is unimpressive.
The waiter filled a bowl of Immortal Drunk for each of them, but neither of the two brothers started to drink or throw peanuts.
Zhong Xihou looked at the sword in his hand. He raised the sword to the moonlight, and the cool moonlight shone on the blade.
This one
The sword is extremely gorgeous and extremely sharp. It is a treasure in the hands of those who know how to sword, but it is still a treasure in the hands of those who do not know how to sword.
Is this sword going to break?
Linghu Changkong pulled off the mask on his face bit by bit, wiped his hair up and tied it tightly with a ribbon.
To be honest, the action of pulling the mask off a person's face is a bit scary. I'm really afraid that after pulling on it, what will be exposed in the end is a face covered in blood and flesh and bones.
When Linghu Changkong, or rather Ying Ruge, wiped the water stains off his face with a handkerchief, Zhong Xihou looked back and frowned.
"I say, junior brother, it's okay if Linghu Changkong is not your true face. Is it appropriate for you to simply reveal your true face in front of my brother?"
This face was not familiar to him, but it was certainly not unfamiliar. Seeing this face, he actually understood a lot of worrying things.
"It's no wonder that the sword that claims to be sentimental trembles a little. It's ridiculous. A sword can see clearly better than all living people."
"Yan Xiao said that I should let you know who I am when I go to the Nightless City."
"I'm somewhat interested in who you are, but I don't care much. That's a matter between Yan Xiao and the Mo family. However, how dare you be so upright and just wear a mask and talk to a few of them?"
relatively?"
Ying Ruge answered Fei's question: "He is indeed good and worthy of Mo Yujian."
Zhong Xihou was too lazy to pay attention anymore. He put his left elbow on the wooden table, stepped on the bench with his right foot, picked up a pot of Immortal Drunk, stared at the moon blankly, and suddenly said: "Junior brother, what do you want to see?"
This method is not possible? But you have to test it with your own blood. Are all the people in the Mo family really kicked in the brain by a donkey? By the way, you said that if the Wuyu sword breaks again one day, can it be found again?
Get a good sword?"
Perhaps it was because the face was not that comfortable after wearing a human-skin mask, so Ying Ruge dipped a handkerchief in some fairy wine and wiped it off. The facial features of this face were basically the same as Mo Ming's, but the expression and temperament were a bit more resolute.
points, but also lacks a bit of scholarly elegance.
"You don't have to come and take advantage of Long Yao."
"A gentleman does not take away people's beauty. Although I, Marquis Zhongxi, am not a gentleman, if it were someone else's treasure in someone else's city, I might be somewhat interested. However, I, Marquis Zhongxi, will not take away this swordsman's sword. Unless, you personally do it.
Give me this dragon glory, then I will ask for it. Of course, that will only happen if my Wuyu sword is really broken again."
"I have twelve famous swords. If you are really interested, one sword for one life. Can you do this business?"
When Zhong Xihou heard this, he stretched out his hand and said nothing.
Ying Ruge stared at him and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Give me your sword."
"Just now, the Marquis said he wouldn't want my sword, but he changed his tune so quickly?"
"Long Yao has a spirit and can devour the master's life. Brother, let me help you see how this sword can devour the master."
Ying Ruge didn't hesitate and threw the sword towards Zhong Xihou.
However, Zhong Xihou only pointed two fingers, and Long Yao did not continue the parabola, but landed firmly on the wooden table. Then he heard: "Unsheath!"
Long Yao had a spirit and flew out of his sheath on his own. Zhong Xihou still acted like a prodigal, putting his feet on the bench, one elbow on the wooden table, and his fist on his cheek.
He spread his hands and saw that the sword was in his hand.
"It's amazing, he's actually good at wielding a sword."
Zhong Xihou laughed a few times: "Sword-wielding is nothing but two-handed skills, but I heard that Bai Wuchang really knows how to wield a sword."
Ying Ruge frowned, and Zhong Xihou looked awkward. He always felt that he was looking at the young master of the Mo family, but from another angle, there was nothing wrong.
"Come on, come on, brother Wei will definitely teach you how to take heads with flying swords one day."
Ying Ruge still stared at Zhong Xihou. Zhong Xihou always felt that what was revealed in his eyes was full of distrust.
"Damn it, I have always scolded Yan Xiao for being partial. Are you a dog? Why are you so greedy and unable to feed yourself?"
Ying Ruge burst out laughing suddenly, and the corners of Zhong Xihou's mouth also tilted up slightly, showing a hint of a smile. Whether a dog is born in the year of the dog, one can figure out whether it can be fed with just a quick calculation. I really can't be sure without trying it. I said it myself
What, even he himself didn't know why.
Holding the sword in hand, pouring the real power into it, Long Yao is a rusty sword. Now, how can you see the rust stains from before?
Zhong Xihou suddenly stood up, straightened his body, raised his sword steadily, pointed to the east, and slowly closed his eyes.
The more true power is poured into it, the brighter the golden sword shines, and it is probably unparalleled in its dazzling brightness.
Zhong Xihou frowned, let go of his hand, and the famous sword fell to the ground, piercing the bluestone for nearly two inches.
"Junior brother, since you have twelve famous swords, just throw away this Long Yao. Be careful that you haven't removed the rust on its blade yet, your hand is already useless and your internal strength has dried up."
"Don't worry, if you are still alive, I won't die."
"Don't stop, don't speak. I'm a bit eloquent. In fact, Gu, I have always been curious about the source of wealth of a huge Jianghu organization, such as your Muhan Tower, and how to maintain it. What is the greeting on the black and white road?"
Unfortunately, Ying Ruge shook her head, this was very boring.
Suddenly, Ying Ruge said something unexpectedly: "Master Hou, actually, I have thirteen famous swords, but one sword is too ruthless."