On the roof on the other side of Zhong Xihou's house, Zhong Xihou was dressed in beige clothes. He was holding a pot of wine and eating some hot buns. A gust of wind blew, and someone dressed in red came, but he caught a glimpse of him from the corner of his eye.
With this outfit, Zhong Xihou could understand who was coming to join in the fun.
She saw him holding up the plate of steamed buns without saying a word. Ying Ruge reached for one, looked at it, and took a bite. It was fresh, soft, delicate and delicious, even more delicious than the steamed buns he had eaten in the Evernight City.
"It's delicious. I haven't gotten tired of eating it for more than 20 years."
Although the buns were delicious, Ying Ruge neither asked where she bought them nor asked for them again. She just stared at the yard, as if she was also expecting a good show to take place.
Zhong Xihou held a bun and said, "How about you and I have a small bet?"
It is true that the two of them studied under the same person, but every time Zhong Xihou mentioned his brothers, it was obvious that Ying Ruge was not disgusted with such a relationship, but had never cared about it. She lowered her voice and asked, "Tell me a little bit."
"If Zhu Yinuo wins against Tian Qin, for your sake, I will ask Xiao Liang to teach him the art of swordsmanship again, thoroughly."
"What's the benefit to me? What if Ruoqu Tianqin wins Yinuo?"
Zhong Xihou laughed softly and said: "It's simple, just take off your mask and accompany me to the restaurant for a drink."
"I never thought that Daxia Zhong would have such a bad taste."
Zhong Xihou chuckled softly again and said: "Why, do you have no confidence in the young prince of Jinling, or are you afraid that my black-armored army in Sleepless City will be too powerful, and you think this little bet will definitely lose?"
Ying Ruge sneered, then took a closer look at Zhu Yinuo's pace and figure, nodded slightly, and said quite confidently: "I really don't understand the temper of this little king of Jinling, and the Marquis is willing to help him, which is considered his good fortune.
.It’s a given, but the swordsmanship of this barbarian under your command may be on the stage?”
"It's the little king of Jinling who is here today. What I hesitated about a few days ago has now been settled. Xiaoliang's sword can be used on the stage, but it cannot be used on the stage." Zhong Xihou took a sip of wine and did not wait for Ying Ruge to ask again.
, explained directly, "I once discussed swordsmanship with me, and we had a small victory. But when I actually held the sword, I was at a lower level. Don't panic, Xiao Liang can be a literary or martial arts master, there is someone else."
"Is that so? Have you ever heard of the name Mu Zhitu?"
Zhong Xihou frowned and asked: "Mu Zhitu? Have you heard of it? There is not much information. Hearing can be considered a malleable talent."
Ying Ruge nodded and continued: "Kui Mulang is Mu Zhitu. Zhitu met this young prince last night. He said bluntly that apart from Sword Master Wen, you are the only one who knows the sword best, Marquis Zhong Xi."
Marquis Zhong Xi had heard too many flattering words of praise, but his little junior brother who was extremely arrogant and wanted to teach him a lesson with a sword some time ago would speak like this today. Marquis Zhong Xi was also proud from the bottom of his heart, and he drank heavily while being happy.
There were two mouthfuls of wine in the pot, but I didn't know whether it was because the buns were in my mouth and I didn't swallow it or because I drank too fast. I choked and started coughing.
It was this coughing sound that made the three people in the yard notice that there were two spectators standing on the roof on the other side.
Among the two people who were being teased and prepared to spar by Xiao Liang, one saw the city lord he admired looking at him and couldn't help but his heartbeat quickened and his face flushed. The other, with his eyes focused, saw the familiar faceplate of the man in red and thought of that day.
Humiliated by the restaurant, I couldn't help but grit my teeth again.
When Xiao Liang saw the expressions of the two of them, he felt that the show could begin, so he put the sword back and sat on the steps, clapped his hands and said: "Okay, then you two can get your weapons by yourself. When will it start? You two
People do as they please. I forgot to mention that if anything in the yard is broken, the loser will pay for it."
Having said that, maybe I feel that sitting on the steps is not that comfortable, so I might as well imitate Maitreya Buddha and sleep sideways on the steps with his face in one hand.
Zhu Yinuo didn't even think about it, and directly drew out the sword that Xiao Liang had just used. Qu Tianqin hesitated. She didn't go into the lobby and went to the chair to get the machete Qiu Yan, and finally chose one of the many weapons.
He tied the leather scabbard to his waist with the Ban Yue Zi Mu Knife, and muttered: "You Central Plains people's clothes are really troublesome. Wait, wait, I'll finish it first..."
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Zhu Yinuo chuckled. It seemed that Qu Tianqin was really ready to fight for his life. The half-moon mother sword and the full-moon halberd were the standard weapons of the black armored army in the city that never sleeps. It seemed that Qu Tianqin was determined to fight with him.
Play for real.
Zhu Yinuo closed
He raised his eyes and ran through thousands of pictures in his mind in the blink of an eye. He frowned slightly, then relaxed, his eyes shining with confidence. Zhong Xihou's eyes could see farther than Ying Ruge's. He laughed and teased Ying Ruge.
Said: "It seems that the chance of winning with this bet you placed will be greater. However, this kid doesn't seem to have woken up. This girl Tian Qin is very unruly."
Zhu Yinuo lowered his arm and held the sword with his backhand, and moved his left hand forward in a gesture of invitation. Qu Tianqin pulled out the larger mother knife, and held the knife sideways with both hands. The blade was only half a foot away from his face, which was smaller than the mirror.
On the still bright blade, Qu Tianqin's eyes were already filled with murderous intent.
Hearing her loud shout, she rushed towards Zhu Yinuo. The young prince of Jinling threw out a few sword flowers, then straightened his sword and prepared to fight.
There was a sound of weapons being exchanged, sparks flying, and Zhu Yinuo's brows furrowed again. This girl was only sixteen or seventeen years old, but how could she be stronger than the heavy armored soldiers in the military camp? His right foot was on tiptoe, and his arms were open.
His body glided back four to five feet. How could Qu Tianqin let him go? He quickly caught up with him, slashing left and right without mercy.
The sword was about to be cut down, but Zhu Yinuo leaned forward and stabbed upward with the sword in his backhand. Qu Tianqin used too much strength and was slow to pull back, so he had to let go of the sword and lose its weight, like a monkey turning on its heel.
Zhu Yinuo distanced himself.
In the distance, Zhong Xihou couldn't help but clapped his hands and applauded. Zhu Yinuo still had some concerns about the sword strike just now. If he didn't change his backhand, he was afraid that the mother's sword would be lowered to his waist, and his sword would have pierced Qu.
Tian Qin's lower jaw. Zhong Xihou pondered and thought about all the opponents he had encountered in the past ten years, but he could not recall anyone who had used this kind of move that was like breaking the cauldron and sinking the boat.
"As Tai Sui approaches, nine stars will fly down."
The words "Ying Ruge" made Zhong Xihou even more confused. He naturally knew that the only sword move Zhu Yinuo could use to destroy the enemy was Jiuxing Feifu. Yesterday, he had teased and taught the young prince a lesson. But why did this happen in just a few hours?
Xiao Wang's sword actually had a germ plasm change.
Looking at Qu Tianqin again, she felt as if she had been played by the little prince of Jinling, and became angry. She neither picked up the sword nor drew it out, and just rushed forward empty-handed. Zhu Yinuo didn't pay attention for a moment, sheathed the sword with one hand.
I took the move and suffered a loss again.
This little girl's strength is really scary.
Zhu Yinuo was lifted up by his whole body and thrown four to five feet away. Fortunately, he was practicing the Nine-Star Flying Sword. The top priority was the balance of his body. He turned over twice in the air and landed on the ground.
At this time, my knees slightly bent and I rolled again.
Zhu Yinuo felt a little scared when he looked at the Xidi girl in front of him who could not be called beautiful, but could be considered playful and cute.
Qu Tianqin would not let go of every flaw, so she pulled out her sub-sword and shot at Zhu Yinuo. While Zhu Yinuo was avoiding it, she ran over quickly, rolled over and picked up the main saber, and swung it with more than a dozen swords.
Chop. Although this series of movements were smooth and perfectly connected, Zhong Xihou couldn't help but press his temples.
"What's the matter? Didn't you sleep well last night?"
"It's nothing. Being drunk will make you nervous. It won't heal so quickly."
Qu Tianqin roared angrily and lifted it with his foot. The knife was kicked to the waist and abdomen, and was held in his hand again. In this way, the large and small swords hit each other without any gap, so that Zhu Yinuo could only dodge.
Zhong Xihou looked at this scene as if he had seen it before and asked: "Have you ever seen the sword technique of slashing with two swords left and right?"
Ying Ruge looked at it carefully and shook her head. Zhong Xihou thought that he didn't know. Just as he was about to say something, he said before him: "This is not sword skill. To be honest, it is sword skill. Or you
This maid secretly remembered it after watching Jiuxing Feifu one day."
Zhong Xihou showed a faint smile and took another sip of wine. He was very interested. He didn't expect Tian Qin to have such ability.
It's a pity, it's a pity, the Ghost Controlling Lord of Muhan Tower and the Lord of the Nightless City in the West are all too instinctive. After all, Qu Tianqin is just a little girl, how can there be such monsters as the two of them?
Talent, you can steal other people's sword moves after seeing them.
Qu Tianqin's moves were just learned during the daily training of the Black Armored Army. Why Zhong Xihou and Ying Ruge thought it was like nine stars flying down, that's the problem of nine stars flying down.
Although Jiuxing Feifu is a fast sword, its essence is just a set of the simplest sword techniques and the simplest sword moves.
Since it is the simplest sword move, there is nothing to be curious about since the move used to destroy others is similar to the Nine Stars Fei Fu.
To say that the swordsmanship is similar, there is no one in the world
Is the similarity between Wuyu swordsmanship and Baiyun swordsmanship exaggerated?
Let's talk about this duel. Qu Tianqin and Zhu Yinuo exchanged more than ten moves. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Zhu Yinuo deliberately let Qu Tianqin. After all, swords have no eyes. If he really makes a move and can't stop it, then
What a joke. Perhaps Zhong Xihou was bored, so he yawned, put down the uneaten buns and wine bottle, stood up, patted his clothes, jumped at his feet, opened his arms, and flew out as if riding the wind.
Ying Ruge spotted it and kicked the wine bottle towards Zhong Xihou. With the sound of the wind, Zhong Xihou turned around in the air, caught the wine bottle, spun around, and landed steadily on a short tree.
I saw him take a sip of the wine from the pot, smile like an naughty boy, and walk away.
Xiao Liang naturally noticed that there was no one on the roof in the distance. Just when Qu Tianqin was about to slash out with his sword and Zhu Yinuo had not yet made a move, he threw out Qu Tianqin from the cowhide wine bottle bag. Qu Tianqin
His body was unsteady, he staggered a few steps, turned around in anger, and glared angrily.
Xiao Liang smiled, picked up the cowhide wine bag, looked at Zhu Yinuo head-on, and said respectfully: "I never thought that the young prince's swordsmanship would reach such a high level overnight. Yan Hude apologized for yesterday's rudeness."
.Tian Qin, can’t you see that the young prince is giving you everything you need? You were either dead or disfigured with that knife attack just now, you stupid girl.”
Qu Tianqin opened her round, grape-like eyes, full of malice, and said angrily: "Xiaoliang, has your elbow been broken by someone?"
Xiao Liang still had a smile on his face. He tied the cowhide wine bag around his waist, made a knife with both hands, and made a gesture of invitation to Zhu Yinuo. Zhu Yinuo understood, put away the sword, put it aside, and used his two fingers as swords.
Seeing Xiao Liang imitating Qu Tianqin's move just now, opening the bow from left to right, Zhu Yinuo was indeed beaten back step by step, but it was just a momentary stagnant movement after swinging more than a dozen knives in succession. Zhu Yinuo turned sideways and leaned close to him.
A sword stabbed out from the ground, hitting the trabecular chin directly.
Xiao Liang kept rubbing and poking at the stabbed place, then switched to a weapon. He still didn't know how he died.
Looking at Qu Tianqin on the side, his face turned red, he snorted and left quickly. Zhu Yinuo was at a loss like a piece of wood, while Xiao Liang laughed as if adding insult to injury. He turned around and faced Zhu Yinuo
Nuo, after looking at the young prince of Jinling, he was really curious as to why this young prince had made rapid progress overnight, which was really astonishing.
Similarly, for what reason, this young prince's mentality suddenly changed overnight.
"How about this. On odd days, you come to this house, and I will teach you how to swing a sword again. On even days, you can go and play by yourself without restraint. The only thing is, don't touch even a drop of alcohol."
Zhu Yinuo squinted his eyes and looked this man up and down, his eyes full of distrust.
How could Xiao Liang not see it? He laughed a few times, turned around and walked away, saying as he walked: "Little prince, if you believe it, come here. If you don't believe it, don't waste that time."
Zhu Yinuo naturally had no interest in Yan Hu Deliang. Since Zhong Xihou refused to see him, he was bored and helpless. He had no choice but to go back and decide whether to continue looking at the grass scroll or go to the Flower House to drink. After leaving the house, he could think about it.
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Zhu Yinuo just stepped out of the door, but saw Qu Tianqin squatting outside the door. Hearing the sound, he looked up. Naturally, she was waiting for Zhu Yinuo. Zhu Yinuo wanted to laugh at her a few more times, but after thinking about it,
, finally gave up, and was about to leave. However, Qu Tianqin held the hem of her skirt, and she lowered her head to see what this Xidi girl was going to do.
Just listen to Qu Tianqin whisper: "Believe it or not, in the city that never sleeps, Xiao Liang and Mr. Hou were discussing swordsmanship, and the wolf cub won in the end."
The leg that Zhu Yinuo originally wanted to step out was just frozen there. The wisest man in the world, Zhiwuyan, commented that the contemporary swordsman must be the master of Mu Han Pavilion, Leng Buyu. Mo Ming also laughed and said that the city never sleeps in the West.
The Lord's swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world. No matter which one is true or which one is false, this coolie-like man seems to be more than just a barbarian carrying luggage.
But why would Mo Ming say that the people in the world who know how to sword are called Zhong Xihou, but when it comes to swords, Zhong Xihou would lose to a person who doesn't use a sword?
The Lord of the West traveled east and met Gongzi Nuo, who asked him: With one sword and one sword, business can be settled. Which sword can control the ups and downs? The Lord of the West was silent. When he met the Wolf King, he asked: With one sword and one sword, business can be settled. How can swords determine life and death? The Wolf King said
After some pondering, he said: The sword is not a sword, the sword is not a sword, and the swords are dancing in the air, causing chaos in the Spring and Autumn Period. - "Xicheng Chronicles - Zhong Xihou"