Lincheng Huamo Chapter 43: Security Black and White
Hearing the word Mo Chang, Zhong Xihou instantly felt relieved, and his words were a bit more gratifying: "Mo Chang, how come you don't know about it? Except for the general Qu Tianao in Gu Buyi City, there is no fear that His Highness the Prince will know.
Aoxia is divided into six tribes, Qingluan, Fire Phoenix, Golden Phoenix, Tiger Jiao, Xuanbao and Tianling. The five Xuanbao tribes are under the control of Mo Chang."
"Thunder Niu, Shanuo, Mo Chang, brothers."
What Lei Niu means is not that Lei Niu, Shanuo, and Mo Chang are brothers. He probably means that his real name is Shanuo, and he and Mo Chang are brothers who grew up together. Naturally, Zhong Xihou would not ask.
That's not what he meant. Anyway, that's what he thought, and that was enough.
Zhong Xihou laughed out loud, and his voice sounded more like a self-mockery: "It seems that Gu really needs to go back and investigate. Mo Chang has been under Gu's hand for almost eight years, and Tian'ao has a lot of trust in him."
"Mo Chang is looking for someone to save the Xindu slaves. The Xindu giant sword is wandering around to save people."
Although Zhong Xihou also understood what Lei Niu meant, it was awkward no matter how he heard it. He really wanted to add a sentence, brother, can we talk properly and finish the sentence completely? Zhong Xihou has such a request now. For Lian Shun,
I don’t dare to ask for grammar and so on.
But it's also strange that the mute Lei didn't speak very smoothly when he first entered this small courtyard.
Zhong Xihou laughed again, this time the same as before: "Oh, Namochang has determined that I am the person he is looking for? How dare I ask, is Zhu Jianying a good person?"
Lei Niu did not answer. He mentioned Mo Chang to Zhu Jianying, but Zhu Jianying laughed and said that the Lord Zhongcheng should not be nesting in the city that never sleeps. He should aspire to dominate the world and dominate the world...
But in this case, how could he dare to tell Marquis Zhong Xi in front of Zhu Jiannan.
The smile disappeared from Zhu Jiannan's face, and he opened his fan. On the fan were four words: "Benevolence, Righteousness, Loyalty and Filial Piety".
Zhong Xihou looked at the words on the fan and couldn't help but sneered: "Your Highness, business involves buying and selling. Since I have decided to find an old friend to be Zhu Yinuo's master, why haven't you asked, Your Highness?"
Gu’s request?”
Zhu Jiannan shook the fan lightly, closed it with a snap, nodded slightly, and signaled to Zhong Xihou that he could mark the price.
That "pop" sound really made Zhong Xihou envious. He opened the fan with a "pop" and then gracefully opened it. He had almost learned it, but this time he heard another "pop" and closed it gracefully, but he still hadn't learned it yet.
"How did Lincheng attack the Evernight City during the time of Zhong Nanyan? How did they join forces with bandits to besiege the city a few years ago? Maybe one by one?"
Although he was obviously guilty, Zhu Jiannan didn't look guilty, and instead smiled even more.
"Yi Shuihan's swordsmen chased and sniped those who assassinated Zhong Nanyan. Did the Marquis know about this? A few years ago, the four cities besieged the city that never sleeps. I, Lincheng, did not have the right to do it first, and I had different positions and could not help myself. I, Lincheng, raised me
A master of martial arts sneaked up to break the formation, and You Lingxi, who rarely showed up, even destroyed the suspension bridge with a sword. The cavalry looked at the river and sighed, does the Marquis remember it? "
"Oh, it turns out that girl in white is You Lingxi."
"The blood phoenix's sword killed sixteen people a hundred steps away. Do you remember this?"
"There is such a thing."
"Does the city lord still want to say anything to Jian Nan? Lincheng has done more than a hundred things for the Evernight City. If the city lord wants to say something, it will not only be Jian Nan, but also Yinuo."
"No wonder that boy is so lonely and disliked."
"Yi Nuo looks at the city lord like this because the city lord's sword is unparalleled in the world."
"It seems that your brother is wrong. The young prince thinks so of Gu not only because Gu's sword is unparalleled in the world, but also because Gu is the lord of a city, the lord of the Nightless City who is still unharmed despite being surrounded by four cities."
"The city lord can agree..."
"Zhu Jiannan, don't let me say the same thing a second time!" Wu Yu's sword was already in his hand, shining brightly and coldly under the moonlight, "Do you really think that a thunder cow can protect you?"
Zhu Jiannan didn't seem nervous at all. Instead, he opened the folding fan with another "pop". With that "pop", Zhong Xihou shrugged unconsciously. It was tragic. His original domineering force was suddenly destroyed by this "pop".
It has weakened a bit.
Zhu Jiannan said with a playful smile: "Master Hou, can Jiannan say one more thing before he dies?"
Zhong Xihou frowned, pretending to be impatient, and said: "Let go!"
Zhu Jiannan was stunned for a moment, and it took him a long time to realize that this "release" was
What do you mean? He felt a little embarrassed. He raised his teacup, took another sip and said, "Master Hou, You Lingxi is a man."
Zhong Xihou was stunned for a moment, the sword in his hand fell to the ground, the blade penetrated into the bluestone, and he laughed heartily.
After the Zhumen's banquet, the Mohist swordsman who returned home sat in front of the stone table. His Mo Yu sword was placed on the table, unsheathed and without any edge.
Mo Yu hides the edge because the famous sword is passionate; Mo Yu uses the edge because the swordsman is passionate.
Mo Ming was wearing plain clothes and had empty hands. He walked up to the sword master of the Mo family and bowed and saluted: "Father."
"coming."
"Father, Ming'er..."
Mo Ming was respectful, and there was actually a bit of fear in this respect. The sword master of the Mo family carefully looked at the appearance of his only son. He was handsome, even more handsome than when he was young. He looked at the palm of his hand again, twenty
It has been many years. Have you been wrong for more than 20 years?
"From today onwards, you will carry this sword with you."
Mo Ming didn't react for a while. When he was really sure that he heard correctly, he couldn't remember what he was going to say.
The father did not punish himself. The air was stagnant, and the father and son were speechless.
Mo Ming swallowed and whispered softly: "Mo Yujian is an heirloom of my Mo family, and it is the work of our ancestors."
Looking at his child, the swordsman of the Mo family couldn't tell whether it was love or hate. Or perhaps, these two emotions were originally like wicks, twisted together and inseparable.
How many times?
How many times has this Mo family swordsman carefully looked at his only son?
Did he realize at this time that his child had lost his childishness and became more bookish than a veteran in the battlefield?
"I gave you the sword. If you can compete with Yin Li, you can get some dolls for your father and play with your grandchildren. That's fine."
The leader of the Mohist family, who has the demeanor of a Confucian general and a gentleman, and is unsmiling, is full of smiles at this moment. The wind and sand blow by, and his face, which is no longer young, smiles, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes become more obvious.
Gentleman, gentleman, what is the use of the name gentleman?
Speaking of this, Mo Ming actually blushed slightly. He had been married for three or two years, and his wife had not laid an egg yet. Speaking of which, it was indeed a bit embarrassing. But father, what are you doing today?
Mo Ming changed the subject and asked in a serious tone: "My ancestors took Mo as their surname to commemorate this. Mo Yujian is said to be passionate. Father, what is the secret of Mo Yujian?"
The sword master of the Mo family did not say anything. He held the sword, closed his eyes and passed it across his palm. His blood flowed out from his palm and dripped on the sword wound. The blade of Mo Yujian began to absorb the blood dripping on the blade.
, this sword is not sentimental, it is clearly ruthless. When he raised his hand, every drop of his blood was sucked by the sentimental sword.
"Ming'er, take a clear look at this sentimental sword."
White spots began to appear on the blade of Mo Yujian, but after a few flicks of the fingers, the blade was as white as snow. The blade, which was originally similar to a ruler, suddenly revealed its double edges, and the cold air turned out to be the icy cold snow of June.
A profound illusion.
Mo Ming frowned. His Mo Yu Sword was really suitable for performing tricks. Inside the scabbard, the sword was a bright silver metal color. After the Mo family's truth was poured into it, the blade became as deep as ink. When the sword hurt someone,
, and turned into a coquettish crimson color.
Now, after Mo Yujian drank his master's blood, it turned out to be as clean and white as bright snow.
"Mo Yujian's passion is to suck human blood?"
The sword master of the Mo family shook his head, looked at the sword passed down from generation to generation in his hand, and said calmly: "A sentimental sword only kills ruthless people."
"Father······"
"Ming'er, how old are you this year?"
Mo Ming's hands couldn't help but tremble. Why would his father ask him such a question?
"It took four years to get the word."
"Ming'er, what do you think of that Linghu Changkong?"
"I dare not say I am sentimental, at least I am not ruthless."
"Ming'er, come here, hold the sword, don't hide your breath, try, and defeat this sword-destroying legend."
"Father······"
The swordsman of the Mo family burst out laughing. This time, he laughed from the bottom of his heart. Yes, no matter what he did, he would force his descendants to do the same. His surname was Mo, not Zhu.
"My son, don't force yourself anymore. Today, you
I broke up the cultivator's losses and let me see which cultivation level is better, Qinglan Realm or Wufu's Hongmeng Realm."
Mo Ming was stunned on the spot, her eyes were red.
The Mohist sword master looked at the stars at night, the crape myrtle stars were dim, and the broken army covered their light. Then he looked at the handed down sword in his hand. He had not seen his friends for many years, and it was time to reminisce about the past.
He suddenly said another nonsense: "If this Linghu Changkong was also a descendant of my Mo family, maybe Ming'er wouldn't have to work so hard."
On that day, the 403rd year of the New Dragon Calendar, the third day of the fifth lunar month, Lincheng Jinling was covered with snow at night.
Back to the courtyard of the restaurant, Zhong Xihou sent away Zhu Jiannan and Lei Niu. He was the lord of a city and proclaimed himself king and emperor? Do you really have no idea at all?
Zhong Xihou planned to go see the red-haired dancer, but he was speechless and depressed because someone else came.
"Huidong, why are you hiding?"
"Master Hou."
A figure flashed past. The secret agent of Xicheng, who was thin and wearing old white clothes, knelt on one knee and appeared behind Zhong Xihou.
"Is your foot injury feeling better?"
Huidong didn't say anything, and Zhong Xihou also knew that there were probably a few fine scratches on the soles of the child's feet. Whether there was bleeding or not, unless he took off his boots, this silent child would never agree.
Even if you say it yourself, it’s impossible to tell the truth.
"Calculating the time, it's time for him to come back. Huidong, why don't you ask him to accompany you to Taohua Temple before then?"
Huidong still didn't make a sound, but this time he shook his head vigorously.
There are 411 anonymous elites under Marquis Zhongxi. Originally there were 400 Anbu plus 13 under his own command, but now there are 411 people without two people.
These thirteen people included the divine young man kneeling behind him, Xingzhe Huidong, and naturally also included the young master of Fanbang, Wolf King Xiaoliang.
"Ying Ruge's subordinates are all heinous sinners, and being able to surrender them is truly a feat. But no matter how great this junior fellow apprentice is, he is just a small leader of a gangland organization. Apart from being a gangster gangster, this junior fellow apprentice is
Apart from the boss, his life experience is so interesting."
Huidong still didn't speak. Seeing that Zhong Xihou was upset, he asked him to sit across from him. He no longer had the frightening fragrance, but at least he still had the immortal drunkenness to quench his thirst.
"Master Hou, there is a move called "Fenghu Wuyu" in Wuyu Sword, and there is a move called "Empty City Flower Sea" in Baiyun Swordsmanship. They are also moves to defend hundreds of enemies."
"Yes, one day, Feng Hu Wu Yu will break through his empty city and sea of flowers to see whose sword can really conquer the world." Zhong Xihou looked at the half-grown child again and asked with a smile, "Xiao Huidong
, don’t you also want to learn Feng Hu Wu Yu?”
Huidong shook his head vigorously, like a rattle, and then said: "There is Zhuge Ding behind Ying Ruge."
This sentence was tantamount to a head-on blow, and Zhong Xihou couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Huidong, Huidong, since you don’t use the sword, don’t ask about so many things related to the sword. What will happen to my reputation, Marquis Zhongxi?
Zhuge Ding, Zhuge Ding, was as stupid as a stone man. He thought for a moment, came to his senses, and smiled with relief.
"Xiao Huidong, I used to say that you two are just like twins, but are real twins really connected in a subtle way? How much understanding will there be when we meet again after being separated by thousands of miles for more than 20 years?"
This Huidong didn't even say anything surprising, he just said two words: "I don't believe it."
Zhong Xihou was stunned on the spot. After a long time, he laughed heartily.
At this moment, the waiter suddenly ran over, bowed and nodded and said: "Sir, the man who was drinking with you earlier left and took away a jar of thirty-year-old Immortal Drunk, saying that it would be credited to your account.
Come on, the shopkeeper didn't stop you."
Zhong Xihou heard this and frowned, asking: "It's true that I invited him to drink. I took him away after drinking. Why didn't he pay for it himself?"
The waiter said calmly, "That person said objectively that he has no money, but you have money."
When Zhong Xihou heard this, he was so angry that he cursed the curse word he learned in Lincheng, "Mother Xipi".
After all, Huidong is a child, and he can speak out freely if he wants to say anything.
Later, Zhong Xihou met a famous official named Wen Gong and asked the same question. The other party's answer was obviously very elegant.