Lincheng Huamo Chapter 56: Each has his own thoughts
Speaking of Zhu Yinuo, he was cleaning his sword in his yard at the moment, while Mo Ming sat aside, holding the black and white pieces in his hand, not knowing whether to advance or retreat in front of the chessboard on the table.
"Mo Ming, my uncle has given you the sword?"
"Yi Nuo, maybe I shouldn't hide it from you."
"It doesn't matter whether I say it or not, so why should I care."
Mo Ming put down the chess piece, united the index and middle fingers of his right hand, and moved back and forth invisibly, a rune appeared. The passionate sword slowly emerged from the rune. Mo Ming pulled out the sword, which was all black. "Sentimental"
The sword of the Mo family accompanies the ruthless. A sword without eyes can only hurt people, but I, the Mo family, are a ruthless swordsman and a passionate swordsman."
"The sword has no spirit at all. It is only after using it a lot that it gradually acquires aura. Once it has aura, it gradually develops feelings and can control the person who uses the sword."
"This sword should not belong to me."
Zhu Yinuo looked at Mo Ming, confused.
"Mo Ming, what's wrong with you?"
"Brother, I will never hide it from you. Maybe the person this sword is waiting for is not me."
"Is it possible that my uncle has an illegitimate child outside the home?"
Zhu Yinuo joked that he knew Mo Yujian better than many people. After all, the first sword Zhu Yinuo came into contact with was the black Mo Yujian that looked like a ruler. Three or four
When I saw my uncle for the first time when I was a month old, I tried desperately to grab the sword from the great swordsman's waist. Fortunately, Mo Yu Wufeng didn't hurt himself even if he was held in his arms and slept all night.
Likewise, Zhu Yinuo understands that Mo Yujian is a deceptive sword. As long as you are not from the Mo family, no matter how good your skills are, this so-called sentimental sword will always be the same as its appearance, more like a ruler.
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Two great swordsmen were fighting, one took out a famous sword, while the other slowly pulled out a ruler. The scene is interesting to think about.
Zhu Yinuo didn't pay attention to Mo Ming's words. He knew that he didn't have the thing they were talking about, what was it called, Qi Yuan.
It was also because he had no Qi source that Zhu Yinuo actually understood that no matter how hard he practiced, in the end he would only be strong as a mortal body. The sword energy was like the wind, and the heaven and earth resonated with him, so there was no hope for him in this life.
Similarly, the reason why Zhu Yinuo has been willing to be his cousin's little tail since he was a child is simple, because his cousin understands his pain, and he also knows how painful it is for his cousin who is a genius.
"Mo Ming, can you teach me the move you just made when you pulled out the Mo Yujian out of thin air? This is really cool."
When Mo Ming heard this, his frown instantly relaxed. Even though he knew that Xiao Yinuo deliberately changed the subject, his sadness gradually disappeared.
"Also, if you draw the ten-year talisman, you may be able to see through it."
Zhu Yinuo threw away the sword-wiping cloth, and now he frowned, hearing him say: "Oh, hiding the sword for ten years, isn't this a scam!"
"Yinuo, I heard that my little brother asked someone to find a great master for you?"
Zhu Yinuo put the sword back into its sheath. To be honest, he really envied Mo Ming's ability as a cultivator. He could turn a sword out of thin air with a wave of his hand, which was amazing. Naturally, in his opinion, this ability to turn a sword out of thin air was even more impressive.
It added a bit of handsomeness to the hero's appearance. But it was helpless. Mo Ming casually said that he would have to paint the talisman for ten years. It's okay if he doesn't want this handsomeness.
He looked helpless, as if he was used to it, and replied in a cheerful tone: "Don't mention it, who knows what is going on in my mind, how many masters has he hired for me?"
Seeing Zhu Yinuo's serious face, Mo Ming recalled Xiao Yinuo's apprenticeship experience in the past seven or eight years, and laughed unkindly.
Just as the two brothers were teasing and taunting each other, a guard with a sword came running over and left after a few words of report.
Zhu Yinuo spread his hands, the expression on his face was very clear, what can I do, I am also helpless.
Mo Ming frowned slightly. He was used to Zhu Jiannan finding a master for Xiao Yinuo. What he was a little puzzled about was why the guard was wearing a sword, unlike other guards who wore a sword.
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"Mo Ming, let's go to the Yangxin Palace."
Mo Ming shook his head this time and said, "No, I need to pack up and go back to Mo County first."
Zhu Yinuo couldn't help but feel bored when he heard that he was leaving for no reason, but Zhu Jiannan had already sent someone to send a message, so he couldn't say anything more and had to go to the Yangxin Hall first.
The Hall of Nourishing Heart in the Forbidden City is so majestic and glorious. It has twelve mahogany chairs, eight red lacquer wind-riding pillars, a gold plaque hanging high, and four big characters "The benevolent are invincible". There are three people in this hall, Zhu Jiannan, behind him
There is another person in Lei Niu, namely Zhong Xihou, but this Zhong Xihou is Zhong Xihou without a sword.
"Brother Wang, if there is any emergency, please call Yinuo."
"How is Yinuo's sword practice?"
"People say that a sharp sword can cut through water. Although it cuts through the flowing water, it can only break branches."
"How does Yinuo's sword compare with City Lord Zhong's sword?"
Zhu Yinuo narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "The sword of Lord Zhong is unparalleled in the world, and there are few rivals in the world. Naturally, Yinuo's sword cannot be compared with Lord Zhong's."
"Who does Yinuo think is worthy of being the city lord's opponent in this world?"
"The cold master of the Seven Star Sword, the Yan Zangxin of July Fire, the master of the Liufang Sword..."
"If I tell you, these three people, City Lord Zhong can defeat his moves within a hundred steps, is it credible?"
Zhu Yinuo naturally didn't believe it. The swordsmanship attainments of these famous sword masters were all at the pinnacle. How could there be such a disparity in bottlenecks?
Liufang Sword Master had a good reputation. Although he had never heard of his achievements, he was sure that this person was not an ordinary person. Although there was no news about Yan Zangxin a few years ago and there were many rumors, he was still the same as the current Linghu Changkong, who challenged hundreds of kendo masters.
, without a single defeat; not to mention the cold and silent master, he is a contemporary swordsman!
Zhu Yinuo could only persuade himself that his brother was trying to flatter Zhong Xihou, and he could only continue to say respectfully: "Brother Wang, do you think there is anyone in the world who can compete with the Lord Zhong City, but not with the brothers?"
"This is more convincing if the city lord himself speaks
Are people convinced?”
Zhong Xihou stood up and walked slowly to Zhu Yinuo's side. His sword was carried on his back. He moved quickly and pulled out the sword on his back. When Zhu Yinuo turned sideways, the double dragon swords had already left his body.
Zhong Xihou flicked the sword with two fingers of his right hand, and the sound was like a gentle breeze or a flowing stream.
"This sword is extremely gorgeous, but it is not a fast sword."
With a wave of his sleeve, Zhu Yinuo fired the sword out, and the sword returned to its sheath accurately.
"This sword has been with me for more than ten years. It has been used to destroy mountain bandits and horse thieves. Why is it not a fast sword?"
"A fast sword should be thin and strong, and its minerals can be bent and played. It can strike without making any sound when swinging the sword."
Zhu Yinuo had never seen Zhong Xihou talking to him like this, and his unsmiling look seemed to be arrogant in his eyes.
"Yi Nuo, you go down first. In a few days, City Master Zhong will bring his friends to the door. Grandpa will also host a banquet at that time."
Zhu Yinuo couldn't help frowning. He wanted to host a banquet for Zhong Xihou again? And his friend? The first thing Zhu Yinuo thought of was naturally Linghu Changkong. Speaking of which, where is that person now? He asked Ling Hu Changkong
Hu Changkong felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy. Although the scar-faced man was an Asai, for some reason, he preferred to believe that Linghu Changkong was an Asai who migrated from the south of the Yangtze River.
"Brother, Mo Ming has already gotten up and returned to Mo County..."
"I'm afraid he might turn back halfway, so I've sent someone to ask for my aunt and uncle."
"Is this another sword competition?" Zhu Yinuo's eyes widened for a moment. Last time, Linghu Changkong didn't know what he was thinking and grabbed the sword with his hand. Who will compete with Mo Ming this time?
"You will know when the time comes. Just retreat first."
Zhu Yinuo understood that it would be futile to ask any more questions, so he responded and stepped back.
During the day, he and Qu Tianqin had only talked about the house. That night, Zhong Xihou planned to stay in Zhu Jiannan's East Palace. He had no other intention than to see how the Forbidden City, the only one in the world, was like.
He stood under the moonlight, his hair and sleeves fluttering. This world-famous swordsman still didn't have a sword.
Lei Niu walked slowly with Zhu Jiannan, carrying the big sword Buhen on his back.
"Your Majesty, why do you think people always believe those false rumors?"
Zhu Jiannan looked up at the night. There were only a few stars and the mist covered the moon. Such a night was not beautiful.
"Because if you believe the rumors, you also believe in the hope."
"Decided to leave the child alone?"
"Although it is a remonstrating man who begs you, there is only one thing that can convince the child to take it orally."
"sword."
Zhong Xihou turned around, and a hundred steps in front of him, there was a man in black clothes, with a grimace covering his face, carrying a sword on his back, and a rather delicate fast sword with a black scabbard. Zhong Xihou couldn't help but laugh, Zhu Jiannan also replied
It's really interesting. An hour ago, Zhu Yinuo was asked to retreat. When the sky darkened, someone came with a sword in his hand. Was he preparing for a sword debate or an assassination?
"If you defeat this swordsman within a hundred steps, will you be convinced?"
"If Hai Qingkong is defeated by the city lord in a hundred steps, give a promise to the city lord and Xiao Wang will be convinced!"
Zhongxihou looked meaningfully at the swordsman in black clothes, Hai Qingkong? There are countless warriors in the world, and the swordsman is the first among hundreds of soldiers. No one remembers the unknown person, but this Hai Qingkong, Zhongxihou is partial to
That's exactly what I remember. Hai Qingkong is a fast swordsman, but I didn't know that Hai Qingkong also uses the nine-star flying sword.
"City Lord, please show me your sword." Hai Qingkong whispered softly, and he seemed to have the feeling of a scholar and a gentleman.
"You don't have a sword in your hand, but you have a sword in your heart. You can stab it boldly." Zhong Xihou turned his right hand to the side, holding nothingness in his hand, as if he was really holding a sword. Thunder Niu's face was as black as charcoal, and his face was slightly pale.
Huang, but Zhu Jiannan didn't understand what this person wanted to do.
Zhong Xihou is a unique swordsman in the world. Zhu Jiannan knows that and has heard that there was a man who gathered his energy to make a blade, but he has never heard that Zhong Nanyan has this ability. The Blood Phoenix can use blood as a sword, and he has also asked about it.
Blood Phoenix, Blood Phoenix also said that if you don't practice sword practice for six hours every day, and if you don't accumulate it for twenty or thirty years, you won't be able to gather your energy to achieve success.
Zhu Jiannan grinned, and as soon as the corners of his mouth curled up, he saw that Hai Qingkong's sword had been unsheathed. The speed at which he drew the sword made Zhong Xihou's eyelids jump. For a fast swordsman, what speed is the limit?
"Xiao Lei, can you see this sword?"
"Nine stars are flying, and everything is integrated."
Zhu Jiannan originally just asked casually, but Lei Niu actually answered. He was slightly surprised, but also slightly happy, and his mood became a little better. He shook his fan, looking at a duel that seemed to be about to rain, and joked:
"Then let's see how fast Hai Qingkong's sword is."
Lei Niu looked at the sword with silver light, its sharp edge was vague and dark, and its murderous aura seemed to be there or not. He suddenly thought of the Third Young Master, and he thought of Zhu Yinuo, a member of the royal family who was practicing being beaten by others.
Shameless, the swordsmanship used to hide assassinations is quite funny.
Jiuxing Feifu is a fast sword. He can strike with a sword quickly and he is on the run without anyone noticing. After only a few steps, his body and head are separated.
All green!
Hai Qingkong thrust out his sword, and Zhu Jiannan saw a white light shooting towards Zhong Xihou.
But Zhong Xihou remained calm, like a stone statue in the wind.
"Greedy Wolf!"
Hearing him spit out these two words slightly, he jumped up and stepped on the tip of the sword. The tip of the rapier, which only saw the cold light but could not see the real body. Zhong Xihou was very impressed by the rapier in Hai Qingkong's hand.
Interested, this is really a strange sword. He has seen many strange swords, but this is the first time he has seen a sword with neither sword grid nor sword stem. Furthermore, this sword is very thin.
It is long, but the blade does not seem to be fully sharpened, and the spine of the sword is flat and seems to have no edge. Fortunately, the tip of the sword is forged almost perfectly. At a rough look, it looks like a flat iron bar with a sharp point shaved off.
Hai Qingkong turned over, held the sword in his hand backwards and slashed flatly, and flew another sword for Jiuxing, across the mountains and rivers!
"Giant door!"
Zhong Xihou didn't move, but whispered again. The thin sword seemed to have struck him, and Hai Qingkong had already struck him.
However, when Zhong Xihou was behind him, his sword was still clean and without blood stains, and Zhong Xihou's clothes were not damaged.
"Xiao Lei..."
"The black clothes did not kill the city lord."
"How to explain?"
"Nine stars flying over the four green hills are water, which has its own cold light. This sword can be used to intimidate the opponent. The mountains and mountains are earth, and the mountains and rivers are facing the water. He chose the wrong position."
"Kun Shan Kun Xiang Shui Liu Kun?" If it comes to the Eight Diagrams of the Book of Changes, Zhu Jiannan thought of his other younger brother, Mo Ming, who didn't like to talk or laugh in front of him, so he played chess.
Hai Qingkong stopped and slowly turned around. He fired two swords, but he didn't see what he wanted to see. Zhong Xihou's hand was still empty, and the swordsman made a move but there was no sword in his hand.
, this was undoubtedly a huge insult to him. In that moment, Hai Qingkong's figure seemed to disappear, leaving only a cold glow, and his sword was aimed at Zhong Xihou's heart from behind.
"Is this the broken army known as the God of Killing?"
Lei Niu nodded and responded: "Po Jun Chi Yao uses falsehoods to find out the truth. Po Jun is also a brave and ruthless god. This sword is only for taking human lives!"
The corner of Zhu Jiannan's mouth curled up slightly, and he began to find it interesting. His younger brother, the younger brother he planned to entrust his dream to, if he used it, if it was really a low-level swordsmanship that was more powerful than the other, he would not be a king at all.
He should be wise and broad-minded, and that is indeed the most laughable thing.
"Pa!" This sound broke the sound of the night wind blowing down the branches and leaves and the dragon's roar of the sword breaking through the wind. The thin sword did not stab, or could not stab. When Zhong Xihou turned around, he caught his sword with two fingers of his right hand.
, making the fast swordsman proud of his nine stars flying down. Immediately afterwards, Zhong Xihou's left hand slapped Hai Qingkong's face mercilessly.
Under the moonlight, looking at Zhong Xihou's face, he also had an evil look on his face. He opened his lips and said two words again: "Lucun!"
Then his hands formed yin and yang fingerings, and his right hand gradually grasped, and a ball of purple energy formed in his hand. This ball of energy gradually elongated, like a stick, and changed shape again, with a sword blade.
"Sir, it's not simple."
"How to say?"
"Gathering energy to form a sword, in the book, I saw someone for the first time in a hundred years, nineteen or twenty years ago."
"I heard that Brother Wang mentioned that that year, there seemed to be dozens of masters aligned in a line facing the same old man. Is that why it was like the same sword and the same painting?"
"I don't hate the Tianyun exercise. It is extremely hard and has not been destroyed."
Zhu Jiannan frowned slightly. Is it possible that Buhen played a part in the drama of bullying the few by the crowd in the past? "Then which famous sword do you know was destroyed in his hands?"
Zhu Jiannan stared at the purple energy gathering in Zhong Xihou's hand, and couldn't help but smile: "According to you, Zhong Xihou no longer has a sword in his hand?"
Hai Qingkong glided back sixty-seven feet, and drew out another sword with a one-foot-six-inch blade from the hilt of the thin sword. He jumped up, covering the illuminating moon, and stabbed down with both swords.
But Zhong Xihou remained motionless.
"Wenqu and Wuqu, both swords are used together, but they are full of flaws." His purple qi sword gradually turned bright red, a flaming red, "Huo Li is dim and unconscious!"
Swinging his sword, the powerful sword energy, like a dancing dragon in the wind, came out toward Hai Qingkong.
There was a crisp sound, and then there was the sound of "ding-dong", and the sound of weapons falling to the ground. The two thin swords both broke their blades and fell to the ground.
"The victory or defeat has been decided." Zhu Jiannan couldn't help but clapped his hands. He had found the right person. If Zhong Xihou is willing to help him, even if he is gone, Zhu Yinuo can still fulfill his ambition on his behalf. "Xiao Lei, Yinuo's
How about a sword?"
"Eight moves."
Lei Niu is worried about this man named Zhong Xihou. Hai Qingkong and Zhong Xihou have passed eleven moves. They are like children being teased. Can the third young master really survive eight moves? He doesn't hate the power of the big sword.
There are few in the world who can match them. Their swordsmanship has reached its bottleneck, and their breakthrough will be to another level.
"If I accept my promise tomorrow, I will leave with you."
Hai Qingkong looked at the broken blade on the ground. The owner of this sword was a person he was familiar with but also a stranger. In those years, the owner of this sword treated him like a brother, and his attacks were really lightning fast. But now, the sword is there
He was no longer here. He guarded the sword, determined to become a swordsman who could strike faster and harder than its owner. But now, he still failed. He put the broken sword back into its sheath. Looking at it this way, the sword was still the same.
Completely strange.
"Is this move Chi You changing the sky?"
Hai Qingkong did not answer. He asked Zhong Xihou: "What do you mean by Fang Cai, Greedy Wolf, and Giant Gate?"
Zhong Xihou was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly, knowing that he had lost his composure, he held his breath and said with a smile: "I heard that the nine stars were flying down and observing the stars, so the way to solve the problem was also named after the stars, and it was based on a whim.
"
Hai Qingkong was furious, but he could only restrain himself. He acted on a whim and on a whim? Zhongxihou, Zhongxihou, what is the basis of your arrogance? Could it be that greedy wolves and giant gates all come out as they please, not
Deliberately?
Nearly a thousand years ago, the young master Wushuang, who was not as good as the weak crown, watched the stars and understood the sword, and created nine stars to fly down. You, Zhong Xihou, did the same to ask the stars to break the sword. Hai Qingkong's eyes widened, and he returned to his original state. He had guessed it, nine times out of ten.
, it should be like this.
It has been twenty years. In twenty years of practicing swordsmanship, Hai Qingkong saw for the first time what the heart of the sword is!
Zhu Jiannan felt all the changes in Hai Qingkong's aura. What would happen if Zhu Yinuo was teased and played by Zhong Xihou like a child today? If Yinuo is really a martial arts prodigy, why did Xiao Yi
But Nuo was unable to learn any internal martial arts. Perhaps Zhu Yinuo should be unwilling to give in. If he had a body like Zhong Xihou, with more than ten years of sweat and heartache, maybe he would be the best swordsman in the world.
Zhu Yinuo will be defeated, completely defeated, and defeated unjustly.
Zhu Jiannan thought he was in control of the overall situation, but it was a pity that the young king had never heard of the rumor, the rumor of the autumn wind dancing with urns and the empty city listening to the rain.
The horrifying rumor that tens of thousands of souls were killed overnight.