Lincheng Huamo Chapter 5: Thunder Curse Ten Thousand Burials
Many people have asked this question about Zhong Xihou, and Yan Xiao has never answered it directly. He promised one person that he would never say anything.
He didn't know how such rumors came out. If you are very familiar with a person, you can't answer it. If you are sure that you are very familiar with someone, then you can't answer it.
The Peach Blossom Fairy is such a person to Yan Xiao.
She might just be a girl in Peach Blossom Temple who covers her face, wears a white robe, has bare feet, has a golden bell tied to her ankle, and has a clear voice.
He won't tell anyone about his face behind the fine veil.
Or maybe this is her personal difficulty, and Yan Xiao also has something to say. It is unethical to go over other people's old scores. Naturally, he doesn't like others to expose his scars.
Yan Xiao didn't say anything, and Zhong Xihou didn't ask. Instead, he pondered, how did his foster father treat guests?
As far as Yan Xiao is concerned, when it comes to hospitality, that ugly man named Cang Gou is good at hospitality. Friends are just a plate of beans, a few glasses of light wine, sitting in front of the court, admiring the flowers and flowers.
But this ugly man was a bad drinker, and he liked to fight with others when he was drunk. But Yan Xiao himself was very embarrassed, and whether he was drunk or not, he basically suppressed this ugly man, tied him up with a rope and threw him aside. There were times like this
I was upset a few times, so I took it out on him when he was drunk and went crazy, and beat him as a sandbag several times.
Seeing Zhong Xihou deep in thought, Yan Xiao mistakenly thought that the little guy was sulking. He chuckled and said, "Oh my, I don't know much about this. Why don't I take you for a walk some other time to see all the beautiful girls?"
, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to grab a few and take them back as the city lord’s wife.”
While joking and teasing, watching his movements, he dipped his index finger into the cup, dipped it in the wine and flicked his fingers. The water droplets flew towards the corner of the courtyard. Within a few seconds, there was an explosion, and the dust and smoke of bricks destroyed the peace.
The sound of "swish" flew through the dust and smoke into the air. It was a man dressed in green clothes, with his head and face covered. His hand was hooked on a paper kite, and the tail feather was lit with fire, which was shaped like a swallow.
The kite flew very fast, and in an instant the man was out of the courtyard, getting higher and higher. He threw something in his hand, an iron shuttle half a foot long, with a bright yellow talisman wrapped around it.
"Thunder Curse and Ten Thousand Burials!"
Yan Xiao began to be curious about this man. "Ten Thousand Burials" was originally the name of a firearm. It was rumored that one blow would cut off the source, the second strike would dry up the city, and the third strike would kill people.
Who can not be curious about such a person who can create the power of ten thousand burials from talisman paper?
The talisman paper began to catch fire, and when the fire passed halfway, it would produce a power like thunder. Zhong Xihou relaxed his shins, his movements were slow and smooth, his left foot moved slightly back and he stood on tiptoe, and his right hand pressed the Wuyu Sword at his waist.
The right foot moves, and the left foot acts like a spring to assist the jump. The person jumps several feet, draws the sword and slashes. This movement is simple and unremarkable, but it has used all the power of Zhong Xihou.
The sword energy turned into dozens of strands, and the wrapping talisman was cut in half, and the rest chased the man in green like a shadow. The kite was only touched by the sword energy, and it immediately took the shape of withered grass and gradually turned into ashes. The man screamed in panic.
The sound fell into the desert.
As the spell exploded in the air, a mushroom cloud appeared in the sky. The wind blew and the cloud gradually dispersed, as if it had never been there before.
As the applause gradually subsided, Yan Xiao looked at the Wuyu sword that had been returned to its sheath: "At the end of autumn, the sword is bleak, and flowers are falling all over the West City. No less than an old man in his prime."
Zhong Xihou just turned around, the wind lifted his long hair and robe, and slowly walked away: "The night in the city that never sleeps has come again, the desert is very ruthless. The wind in the desert is also very hurtful, go in."
A group of black armored men with bright black armor, waist-mounted sabers and half-moon halberds in their hands ran quickly in a small formation and knelt down on one knee three or four feet away from Zhong Xihou. The leader was the one Yan Xiao had seen.
A man with red hair, red spots on his face, and a thick beard.
"Master Hou, who and what are you disturbing?"
Zhong Xihou waved his hand: "Leave the city tomorrow and search the three miles east of the desert. If there is nothing unusual in three hours, you can return to the city. If you are alone and trapped, you can retreat."
The black-armored army took shape and trotted away again. Yan Xiao couldn't help but admire Zhong Xihou. At the age of fifteen, he was in charge of the rise and fall of a city. Looking at it now
The current Zhong Xihou is no longer the little boy Xiao Xi who followed Zhong Nanyan's orders, resigned and had no independent opinions. Instead, he is an unparalleled swordsman in troubled times.
Yan Xiao sighed for him. If Zhong Nanyan's son had not died young, perhaps Zhong Xihou would not have been trapped in the desert. Also, if Zhong Nanyan's own son had not died young, then he would not have accepted Zhong Xihou as his disciple.
, let alone teach others the skills they have figured out.
The Black Armor Army, or should it be called the "Northern Yan Army", there have been many controversies about this name. If it is the "Western Yan Army", it is meaningless. Beiyan? Beiyan? Could it be referring to the former Yan Kingdom? At that time, General Han led the Ten
Wan Tieqi was obviously attacking Dongli, but no one knew that he was taking a road from Dongli to raid the Yan Kingdom, which was located northeast of Daye. Most of the wealth of the Yan Kingdom was collected by Daye, but the land was divided between Dongli and Northern Qi.
net.
Marquis Zhong Xi just laughed at such trivial remarks. As time went by, some people only mentioned it when they were making innuendoes at the city that never sleeps. However, when mentioning the Northern Yan Army, most people would only give a thumbs up, which shows how powerful it is.
The next day, the morning light was dim and the wind and sand blocked the sun.
Yan Xiao drank a bowl of rootless water, closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing, which gradually became smoother. He changed into slightly more ornate clothes, with bright and smooth fabrics and elegant styles. He used to like to wear such robes, but unfortunately he never had the chance to wear them.
Walking through the streets of the city, you will find a dazzling array of stores and beautiful buildings. There are people from China and people from outside the Great Wall. Some are passing through here, and some are opening and operating stores here. Even though it is early, the streets are already bustling and lively.
Yan Xiao is a person who likes fun, and he knows that Xiao Xi is too.
In the teahouse a street away from the City Lord's Mansion, he saw a very familiar person. Looking carefully, he realized he had mistaken the person. By coincidence, the young masters Yan Xiao met happened to be Mo Ming and Zhu Yi.
The two Nuo brothers.
Zhu Yinuo recognized Yan Xiao at a glance and gently tugged on Mo Ming's sleeve. Mo Ming looked up, stood up and held a fan in salute. Seeing Yan Xiao getting closer, he rolled up his left sleeve with his right hand.
He made an invitation with his left hand: "Your Majesty, if you don't mind, you can sit down with my two brothers and have a cup of tea and chat for a while."
Yan Xiao couldn't help but look at Mo Ming carefully. He was as gentle as jade and handsome. He sat down at the table for two people. Mo Ming filled a cup and handed it to Yan Xiao respectfully. Yan Xiao stretched out his hand to take it.
The corners of his eyes trembled slightly, just for a moment. Then he smiled slowly, and Mo Ming also smiled and nodded. Zhu Yinuo was the only one standing there, dumbfounded, unaware of the situation.
Venerable? Isn’t this person the bartender of the Xianju small building?
"Did the venerable one come out of the city lord's palace?"
The tea had a faint aroma of flowers and fruits. Yan Xiao took a sip of the tea, and it was sweet in the mouth. Yan Xiao was not a man of letters, and he did not have the leisure and elegance to think about good tea and bad tea. One thing was certainly unmistakable, and that was this tea.
Delicious.
"You did come out of the city lord's mansion. I'm afraid you two were also attracted by the explosion, right?"
When he got to the point, Zhu Yinuo stopped wiping and playing with his Double Dragon Sword, and Mo Ming also put away his fan and waited for the next step.
"It's not a big deal. I was discussing with City Lord Zhong, but I wasn't sure, so I tried too hard."
Mo Ming still smiled, while Zhu Yinuo frowned and couldn't help but said: "Who are you bluffing? Can you blow up the city lord's palace just by having a casual discussion?"
When Yan Xiao heard this, he couldn't help but laugh when he looked at this young man with hairy lips. He took another sip of tea and said, "It's better than this. Since you two have come to the Evernight City, you should pay a courtesy visit to Zhong."
City Lord, you can go to his mansion and look around to see if any buildings have been damaged, if any rockeries have been bombed and the green lake has been polluted."
Mo Ming took out a huanghuali box with exquisite patterns and carvings from his luggage and opened it. It turned out to be tea leaves: "It's just that the two brothers were casually playing around and didn't prepare anything deliberately. This is Lincheng's new tea this year. I hope you won't do it."
Dislike it. It is not disrespectful to visit someone’s house, so this must be a good thing, but we can’t let my two brothers go empty-handed, right?”
Yan Xiao smelled it and found that the tea was indeed fragrant, but he still took it back:
"A rough man is really not fit to drink such good tea. If you two want to know what to give to Lord Zhong, it's simple. Go to the south of the city and ask someone where they can buy a three-foot-long whetstone. Go to a small shop like that.
Just pick out a good-looking piece of tea in the shop as a gift. As for this tea, it would be better to give it to Lord Dao who is next to Lord Zhong."?
After that, Yan Xiao stood up and walked out on his own.
"Your Majesty, stay here." Mo Ming stood up and bowed, "I heard that His Majesty's swordsmanship is very impressive. I don't know when I have free time, so I can come to my Tianshui Villa to rest for a few days and discuss swordsmanship with my father."
Yan Xiao turned around, still smiling but not smiling, and said, "I'm just a guest. You and I have a close relationship. We will meet again soon. The sword is ruthless. I have already put it down. I'll say goodbye."
Yan Xiao quickly disappeared into the crowd. Zhu Yinuo drank tea and said angrily: "Mo Ming, you are really confused. How can this man's sword be compared to my uncle's passionate sword?"
Mo Ming laughed a few times mockingly, put away his fan and tapped Zhu Yinuo twice on the head, and then said: "Ignorant and ignorant, the late emperor once set up a direct assassination agency Weeping Eagle on Yan Yunqi.
A master can make a name for himself in the world if he releases just one of them. Hidden blades, broken spears, and no swords. Listening to his father's words, every skill is superior to him. Since Yan Xiao is the only Weeping Eagle user who is still alive on the surface, it is even more important.
It’s Qiujiuji, so what’s wrong with his abilities?”
"Hidden blade? Broken gun? No knife? Never heard of it."
"Have you ever heard of Snitch Ghost Wushuang?"
Zhu Yinuo's eyes widened, he nodded vigorously, rolled his eyes, frowned, and asked again: "How did you know all this?"
"It's not that simple, it's the secret library of your Jinling Palace."
Zhu Yinuo's jaw almost dropped. He rubbed his face with his hands and whispered: "Why didn't you tell me this!"
"Have you ever asked? Don't be poor, there is a rumor, I believe you have heard it. The former sage of Muhanlou, the second largest martial arts organization in the world, was Yan Xiao. In addition, he had two apprentices.
It’s known to everyone, don’t you still believe it?”
Zhu Yinuo nodded, then shook his head. He didn't know whether he was nodding or shaking his head: "There have always been such rumors, but think about it, if the venerable Ying Ruge and Zhong Xihou in the building are really...
Senior brothers, I haven’t seen the slightest contact between them for so many years. Besides, what Zhong Xihou has been using was taught to him by Zhong Nanyan, and it has nothing to do with Yan Xiao.”
Mo Ming laughed loudly and tried to hit Zhu Yinuo's brain with the fan again, but the boy dodged and failed. Mo Ming was not annoyed, drank the tea in one gulp, and asked with a smile: "What do you mean?
Since the innate Qi source is damaged, I will search all over the world to find you a master who is good at sound skills. He can use the inner strength to gather sound and turn it into a weapon. But you are unwilling to learn it yourself and always want to practice fast swords. Then you say you have it.
Why don’t you learn music skills?”
Zhu Yinuo scratched his head and grinned. It wasn't that he refused to learn, it was because the music skills were taught so weirdly. It was said that after he achieved great success, he would be able to use sound as a blade just by relying on his inner strength, and he would be invincible among thousands of armies.
.But he looked through the chronicles of the world and couldn't find any peerless master who was a master of music. Isn't that a waste of time?
Mo Ming took out ten copper coins and put them on the table, put away the tea box, stood up and said: "Let's go and pick a whetstone first, and then go to the city lord's mansion. Picking a whetstone will test your eyesight.
Stop dawdling."
Zhu Yinuo looked unhappy. Suddenly his eyes widened and he smiled evilly: "So, we are going to meet the so-called best swordsman in the world? Mo Ming, wait a minute, I have heard about it.
It is said that Marquis Zhong Xi’s swordsmanship is better than that of the current Sword Master... Why are you walking so fast?"
The two chased each other one after another, and there was another loud noise, and the earth shook. This time, Zhu Yinuo was more cautious and supported Mo Ming. Looking in the direction of the explosion and the rising mushroom cloud, he saw
In the south direction of the city, the shopkeeper ran out to take a look and said with great regret: "What a sin, that is the direction of the ancient wood forest!"
Zhu Yinuo and Mo Ming frowned and looked at each other, not knowing what to say.