Zhong Xihou didn't care whether Ying Ruge owned twelve famous swords or thirteen famous swords.
He occasionally fantasizes in his dreams that he is the grand master of some gang in the Central Plains. However, in his dreams, he rarely uses a sword. He only holds a long knife, the kind that can be held with both hands, and the blade is six or seven feet long.
The extra-large long knife is a bit funny when you think about it.
Zhong Xihou didn't intend to ask any more questions. He had to greet the uninvited guests.
Ying Ruge slowly turned the wine bowl over and placed it next to the small plate of peanuts with the mouth of the bowl facing down. She was about to leave, but hesitated and finally said: Mr. Hou, I really have the famous sword Thirteen Bings.
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Zhong Xihou looked at him blankly, wondering what this junior brother wanted to explain, was he trying to show off to himself? He asked casually: "Is there any difference?"
Ying Ruge was about to explain something again, her Adam's apple twitched, she swallowed and said nothing more. The next scene showed no shadow and no one under the moon.
Zhu Jiannan was wearing a bright silver silk robe embroidered with nine pythons, and walked slowly over with his wooden folding fan. The sturdy man Xiao Lei was right behind him. He didn't have the iron rope on his body, but he was carrying a handful on his back.
sword.
Zhong Xihou had never seen such a sword, and he couldn't say whether it was a sword or not.
This Xiao Lei is nine feet tall, but the black iron sword behind him is larger than others, almost a foot long.
How could such an iron sword weigh less than 200 kilograms be made? The weight is nearly fifty times that of an ordinary sword. To swing such a sword, the arm strength must be terrifying.
Zhu Jiannan saw what Zhong Xihou meant, and he smiled and asked Xiao Lei to take off the black iron sword from his body.
Only then did Xiao Lei put down his sword. There was a loud sound and bursts of dust and smoke.
"Strange sword."
Xiao Lei pushed the sword towards Zhong Xihou. Zhong Xihou squatted down and exerted force on his lower body. He barely caught the sword. His feet moved back slightly and the veins in his arms swelled.
He suppressed his blush and struggled to lift the black iron sword.
How much does it weigh? One hundred and eighty pounds? Or is it more exaggerated?
Zhong Xihou didn't have the energy to speak loudly enough to ask. He suddenly switched to holding the sword in his right hand with one hand, and his left arm was lowered to cover the sleeves of his large robe. He actually looked more relaxed and comfortable than before.
Zhu Jiannan smiled and clapped his hands and applauded: "Master Hou is so powerful. Xiao Lei's sword weighs one hundred and sixty three kilograms. Although it has been passed down for more than three hundred and thirty years, it is also because this sword is too broad and too large."
It's so heavy that not many people can lift it, let alone those who can wield a sword in actual combat."
When Gong Yuan was raised fiercely, the sword energy began to flow and then dispersed immediately.
Zhong Xihou pushed the sword back to Xiao Lei, his breath was confused, he was even a little dizzy, and his clothes were soaked with sweat at some point.
"The name of the sword?"
Zhu Jiannan laughed, he was not laughing at Zhong Xihou for being stupid, he was laughing at Zhong Xihou for being self-aware.
"Don't hate."
The word "gentle" seems to have never been heard before. I frown slightly. Isn't it the top ten famous swords that Linghu Changkong mentioned at the banquet?
"Xiao Lei is Lei Niu, one of the three giants in Yi Shui Han, but he has always been wronged to serve me, the one who has one foot in the coffin. Otherwise, if he is thrown into the world, he will be like a legend."
"The warriors of Xindu became slaves. Since they are no longer slaves, why do they still keep this mark?"
Zhong Xihou looked at the mark left by a fire brand on Xiao Lei's arm and couldn't help but be curious. Many Xindu survivors in his Evernight City had such a mark of shame.
There were two cuts on it.
Those people don't mind showing their tattoos to others. They were slaves in the past, but they are no longer slaves, and they will never be slaves in the future.
Lei Niu placed his sword on the ground. He knelt down and put his fist on the ground: "General Xindu, I have become a slave. Young master saved me. I appreciate my talents. It is difficult to repay the kindness of knowing and meeting me."
Oh yo, Zhong Xihou felt awkward hearing these rhetoric about the Central Plains, but he didn't find it funny.
"Then why did you kneel down to me?"
"Xiao Lei started with me. I rarely heard him speak. This is the first time I saw his heavy iron sword tonight. Does the Marquis know what kind of person my brother Jian Ying is?"
Zhong Xihou smiled, it was so ironic, a man who opened a brothel and a gladiatorial arena, how could he tactfully tell the prince with a different surname in front of him that his brother was driven crazy by him.
"My brother's thinking is different from ordinary people's, and his spirit is good and bad. Does the Marquis know how many people survived in the arena he opened?"
"I heard that a total of 124 people went out and never came back."
"Then please ask the Marquis to go to a place with Lei Niu, and he will understand what kind of person that man is."
"Then you know what kind of place it is."
"Where there are those one hundred and twenty-four people."
Lei Niu took out a list and handed it to Zhong Xihou.
"Those people were carefully selected by my brother and have all-round martial arts skills. These people are all sword masters who can stand alone in the world. Naturally, there are far more than one hundred and twenty-four people."
Zhong Xihou didn't try to guess whether it was true or false. What's the use of a list?
When swordsmen travel around the world, most of the time they are just like Ying Ruge, using pseudonyms.
Although pseudonyms and nicknames are superficial, they are also extremely important.
For example, a few years ago, a swordsman with good foundation went to the West to challenge him. Marquis Zhongxi made three swords. Although it was only three swords, Zhongxihou respected his opponent very much and used three swords with all his strength. Afterwards, Zhongxihou asked him what his name was.
The swordsman blushed and murmured his name. Zhong Xihou didn't hear it clearly and asked the name several times.
The swordsman suddenly stood up straight, as if he was about to go to the execution ground, and shouted loudly: "Three dogs of the King of Wanfeng City."
After all, Zhong Xihou grew up in the West, and there were not as many red tapes as people in the Central Plains. Similarly, his bold temperament could easily be regarded as uncultivated. He burst out laughing, and the swordsman even considered committing suicide.
Fortunately, the book difficulty finally came to the rescue, and the swordsman was asked if he had a name. The young swordsman had only been in the world for two or three years, and he still had no real name.
Shu Nan chose one and called it "Flying Swordsman in the Floating Clouds". He said it was taken from two sentences in "Ancient Wind" by the Sword Immortal: "Swipe your sword to cut through the floating clouds, and all the princes will come to the west."
Somehow, another word changed, and it became "The flying sword cuts through the floating clouds, and all the princes come to the west."
This Wang Sangou will also go to the Western City that never sleeps once every two years, but he has no intention of challenging Zhong Xihou. Every time he comes, he will bring a carefully prepared gift for Shu Nan. Although most of them are not expensive items, they are thoughtful.
To some extent, those rough guys in the martial arts field can also see it.
Then this bastard will tell Shu Nan how much fame the "Floating Cloud Flying Swordsman" has achieved in the past two years, how much his reputation in the world has improved, etc.
And Zhong Xihou gradually forgot that he was called Wang Sangou, and more often called him Fuyunzi.
Look at the list in hand, for example, Chang Qingkong and Chang Qingping, they may be Qingshan Twins, or they may just be fake names. Why should they be so true if they are true or false?
And what kind of person is Zhu Jianying? It has been many years since the incident. The ugly ones can be beautified, and the white ones can be painted with ink.
"Then I don't understand, since you have followed the current prince and admonished my male brother for four years. In these four years, you have never shown your sword or spoken a word, but now you are showing off your iron sword just for Gu.
, opened your mouth?"
Lei Niu did not answer. He clearly remembered that the prince said that the dark world needs light to guide the light that breaks through the darkness. He was willing to be an oil lamp to illuminate Lao Zhu's house and Lincheng. If there were too many lamps, it would be too much.
You don’t have to be afraid of walking at night.
"Then you answer Gu's question."
Lei Niu still didn't say a word, and his consciousness had not yet returned. The prince was dissatisfied with the imperial court. Can he instigate rebellion? Difficult, difficult.
"The prince is Yingcai, and God is jealous of Yingcai. Before that incident, the prince was afraid that his spirit would be completely destroyed sooner or later, and he would not be able to see his younger brother grow up."
"Is that person Zhu Jiannan?"
Lei Niu shook his head, Zhong Xihou did not understand what this man meant.
The Second Young Master's intelligence is indeed unmatched by the Crown Prince, but doesn't the Crown Prince know the body and bones of the Second Young Master? He doesn't know when he died suddenly. Was that the Third Young Master? Or the Young Master with a foreign surname?
Lei Niu nodded. Zhong Xihou had some monks who were two feet tall. When he looked at Zhu Jiannan, he was still smiling.
His face looked good that day, rosy and shiny under the moonlight, much better than during the day.
"Master Hou, what do you think of my little brother?"
"Is that young master Zhu Yinuo?" Zhong Xihou filled a glass of wine, threw a peanut into his mouth, and asked, "What does the admonishing brother think of his own brother?"
"Yinuo's civil and military skills are not above others, but he has a heart. A heart that trusts people and a strong and tenacious heart."
"What is worse is the person who guides him? Although his swordsmanship is full of loopholes, it is not without rules."
Zhu Jiannan also smiled bitterly. When had Zhong Xihou seen Zhu Yinuo draw his sword? He sighed slightly: "The Marquis finally saw that Yinuo is not a lazy person. He swings his sword tens of thousands of times a day, but
I still don’t worry about Brother Ming for an hour, I’m just helpless.”
Zhong Xihou raised his head to look at the sky and sighed softly: "Why do you people from the Zhu family always have less energy and soul? With a physique like Zhu Yinuo, even if you practice for decades, you will not have any internal energy."
Zhong Xihou did not tell lies and practiced separation of body, energy and soul.
Both body and qi are commonly used by people, and qi is divided into internal qi and external qi. People cannot live without internal qi, and this internal qi can also be classified as body.
Most people focus on physical fitness and pay attention to strengthening their bodies.
It means that the body is strong and the internal energy is smooth. The most important one is the Dantian three fingers below the navel, where the internal energy is gathered and exhaled.
When one has reached a certain level of cultivation, one can control the qi, control the qi, and control the qi, which is the external qi. To do this, it is basically not difficult to practice diligently, and the main point of the external qi is exactly the position of the human body.
Qiyuan.
But there is a group of people who are miserable, and there is no Qi source in the Tanzhong acupoint.
Assuming that Qi is water, then Qi Yuan is a vessel. As for whether it is a basin or a vat, it depends on each person's parents. Just like a skin cannot be controlled by itself, all it can do is expand and control it slightly.
But for people like Zhu Yinuo who have no Qi source, their bodies are like a red pipe. Once the water poured into them reaches the body, it cannot be stored.
No one in the house, nor the invited masters, ever mentioned Qi Yuantong's martial arts, but Zhu Yinuo was not stupid, so how could he not know about it.
Zhu Jiannan clapped his hands: "My elder brother gave Yinuo the Double Dragon Sword when he was still young, and ordered someone to teach him swordsmanship. For three to five years, the boy's swordsmanship was good, but there was no sign of sword energy, let alone
Sword Intention."
However, Zhong Xihou sighed: "You can't stand alone as an idler. If you make a bet, you are destined to lose everything."
"Just because the Marquis is an idle man, just because of his righteousness..."
"Righteous?"
Zhong Xihou didn't say anything, but just sneered.
What's the meaning of the needle-point wheat awn? He asked Thunder Niu to sit down with him, straightened two large bowls, and poured wine: "If you have something to say, please speak slowly. In the city that never sleeps, the night comes late, and I sleep late, so I'm in good spirits."
.Brother Lei Niu, even though we are in your Jinling City, why not just follow the guests this time and drink a bowl of Immortal Drunk together."
Zhu Jiannan stood up and bowed with his hands in hand, then lifted up his skirt and sat down, raised his wine bowl and drank it all in one gulp.
Lei Niu did not hold the bowl to drink, but instead clapped his hands, and the waiter came slowly with a beautiful teapot. The aroma of tea overflowed, and even a layman knew that it must be expensive.
Zhu Jiannan filled a cup of tea for Marquis Zhongxi, raised the cup and took a sip, then motioned to Marquis Zhongxi to taste it.
"Master Marquis, please, this is a frightening incense that I brought back from my trip a few years ago. Although it is not the best, it is not a low-grade one that cannot be swallowed."
Zhong Xihou muttered in a low voice: "Is it frightening?"
He raised his glass and took a sip as well. His eyes widened and he stared straight at the tea soup.
"It's really impressive. No wonder calling him by his name scares people."
The cup in front of Lei Niu contained the immortal drunkenness that had not yet been drunk. Zhong Xihou straightened another cup and signaled for Lei Niu to pour the tea himself.
"Why doesn't Mr. Lei drink it? This tea is terrible and cost the young prince a lot of money."
Lei Niu shook his head, and for the first time he uttered two words: "Rough man."
The Lord of Xidi City and the Crown Prince of Lincheng naturally understood that he was talking about themselves. Zhu Jiannan was drinking tea by himself, but Zhong Xihou laughed heartily.
"Gu is also a rough man. Why don't you drink tea? Just drink it because it tastes good. Don't worry about it."
Zhong Xihou has no intention of being self-effacing. In the city that never sleeps in the West, there is a scholar next to him. Drinking tea also pays attention to brewing, warming and steaming. It is true that each kind of tea is made in different ways.
The taste is different depending on the heat.
But it was too troublesome, so he had no choice but to sit quietly and wait like a city lord. When he was done with the book, he pretended to drink tea with his husband.
Zhong Xihou drank the tea soup in one gulp as if drinking wine, wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, and looked directly at Zhu Jiannan: "Tell me, what on earth do you want to do alone?"
"About Yinuo."
"The swordsmanship is too bad, I will not teach him." Zhong Xihou paused for a moment. He was not like the scholars from the Central Plains who only spoke half of the story. He frowned slightly, feeling a little embarrassed. After all, he was teaching Zhu Yinuo swordsmanship.
The old Dragon King also mentioned it. He then said, "The boy has a bad temper and average bones. Fortunately, he can carry the cauldron and his speed is not bad. Guhui is looking for someone to teach him, so naturally he has the conditions."
"who?"
Zhong Xihou frowned again. Zhu Jiannan didn't play his cards according to the routine and didn't even know what his conditions were.
He stood up and raised the Wuyu sword: "There are two swords like this. One is the crimson-colored Wuyu sword in the lonely hand. The other is an ice blue Tingyu sword."
Lei Niu looked at Wuyu Sword. Are there only two swords like this in the world?
"Ting Yu Jian?" Zhu Jiannan did not ask further. If you are Zhong Xihou's friend or Zhong Xihou's opponent, that would be enough. "Do you know why Xiao Lei thinks you are the one who can teach Yi Nuo?"
Zhong Xihou had no choice but to smile bitterly. It turned out that the person who came to find him was not His Royal Highness but the mute Lei.
"Then why?"
"Mo Chang!"
Lei Niu did not let Zhu Jiannan answer, but spit out his brother's name himself.