The warm sunshine at noon shone on the floor. The floor of the room was made of the finest rosewood. The red-haired and seductive dancer knelt on the floor wearing a spacious turquoise robe.
This kind of natural green silk is really wonderful. It looks soft and smooth, and it will always amplify a man's desire infinitely. Under the robe, Zang Yan wears a red bellyband with exquisite embroidery, and her movements are somewhat alluring.
The red color disappears and appears, which is even more confusing.
Zhong Xihou wore a red rosy robe of simple style and ordinary material. He lay on the floor with his head resting on Zang Yan's thigh.
Smell the faint fragrance of the dancing girl, look at the fair and attractive neck and arms, and look at the beauty's extremely charming face, Zhong Xihou has already had the same relationship with this red-haired vixen thousands of times in his mind.
Zhong Xihou was not a Han Chinese, and there was no such so-called red tape.
Zhong Xihou was a man who loved drinking and sex but knew how to exercise restraint.
After recuperating my spirit, I naturally had already shared the pleasure of bed with this beautiful girl. It is said that she is indeed a beauty. If it were someone else who didn't know how to control herself, she would have been too weak to walk or carry a sword.
"Tell me, why did Yan Xiao accept me as his disciple?"
Zhong Xihou's head rested on her lap, but it still did not affect Zang Yan's brewing of the Assam that Qu Tianqin sent her.
This kind of tea is produced in a place called Assam in Xindu. Zhong Xihou had only heard of Assam mentioned by Mo Chang, but he had never heard that the tea there was of such excellent quality.
Zang Yan handed the half-full white porcelain cup to Zhong Xihou. After Zhong Xihou took it, he raised his neck slightly, moved his mouth forward, and took a sip, which was delicious.
After drinking the tea, playing with the white porcelain cup in his hand, and looking up at the red-haired beauty, Zhong Xihou felt that life must be like this sometimes.
He suddenly asked another very stupid question. He asked: "Do you think you are not Zhong Nanyan's daughter?"
The hand making tea trembled slightly, but luckily no tea soup was spilled, otherwise it would be a big deal if she burned Zhong Xihou and burned her own thigh. She glanced at Zhong Xihou fiercely, but remained silent.
She had no intention of assassinating Marquis Zhong Xi originally. Zhu Jiannan knew that she was from the Evernight City and the palace of the city lord of the Evernight City, so he arranged all this.
Obey, or risk your life, or refuse. There are hundreds of thousands of border troops on the edge of Lincheng, and they are all a bunch of rough guys with the blood of wolves.
Fortunately, she met Marquis Zhong Xi, but when did she lose the anger of being driven away from the city that never sleeps?
Was it when she came to give the gold card? Was it when he asked her to give it to her after her assassination attempt? Or was it when he was disrespectful and forced a frivolous kiss?
Watching the birds flying outside the window and the leaves falling slowly, how should I spend my life?
There are thousands of mansions, seven feet of sleep at night; thousands of hectares of fertile land, but only three meals a day. Success and fame lead to princes and generals, and thousands of years are left behind but only a handful of dirt.
"Then, what is your purpose in coming to the city?"
Zhong Xihou stared straight at the beauty's chin. He was very curious. Many girls would rub their faces very white when applying rouge, but they often forget about their necks. In the end, the two eyes on the face and neck looked really real.
interesting.
This dancer is a little different. She is naturally fair, and the skin on her chin and neck is also so beautiful.
He couldn't help but reach out and touch Mai Ji's chin. Mai Ji instinctively slapped his hand away, forgetting the difference in status between the two.
Zhong Xihou was not angry either. He changed his position and lay on his side, his head still resting on the dancer's thigh.
"Forefathers planted trees for future generations to enjoy the shade. How can we survive if there is no one to take care of the trees?"
The dancing girl was about to ask something, so she lowered her head and glanced at the Lord of the West. He actually closed his eyes and fell asleep on her lap. The side face was as sharp and angular as the rocks in the desert, but the skin color of the Lord of the City was actually better than in the countryside.
The old farmer needs to go a little deeper.
She gently stroked his yellowish and white hair with her hands. She tried hard to recall the hero Zhong she met when she was young, but you look like this now?
As she thought about it, Zang Yan actually burst into laughter. She might have understood a little bit. She understood a little bit why her sister thought about Zhong Nanyan until her death, but never hated the young city lord, Zhong Xi, who drove them out of the Evernight City.
Hou.
"When his name is justified, I will take you back to the West..."
The voice was very soft, and she frowned slightly, but the sleeping person was still sleeping. Was he talking nonsense? Or was he dreaming about something? Who was right?
Hua Shaohong is also considered half a monster. He repeatedly repeated the Arrow Mountain Bird Order, and his arm was broken, causing the person to faint. Now he reappears, jumping around, not much different from a wild monkey in the mountains.
He searched around Zhong Xihou's newly bought mansion, but he couldn't find his little brother, and he felt a little bored for a moment.
When I got to the big water tank in the kitchen, I filled a ladle of water with a gourd and drank it all. After drinking it, I let out a long "ah" sound, which felt quite comfortable.
The old chef who was busy in the kitchen had never seen Hua Shaohong, but judging from Hua Shaohong’s appearance, he was probably a noble man. He wanted to ask but was afraid of offending, so he had to pretend not to see it. As a result, Hua Shaohong spoke to this person first.
The old chef met.
"Uncle, give me the whole bowl of chopped green onion noodles."
The old chef stared at Hua Shaohong, rolled his eyes, and thought that this young master might not be an outsider. He asked timidly: "Master, do you want to add a fried egg or some braised pork?"
Hua Shaohong shook her head, pointed to a white porcelain bottle on the table, and asked, "Master, is this white vinegar?"
The old chef nodded, and then saw Hua Shaohong nodding his head with an affirmative look on his face. The old chef asked tentatively: "Put some in?"
Hua Shaohong shook her head, and the chef asked again: "Put more?"
Hua Shaohong still shook his head, and without waiting for the chef to ask again, he said directly: "It's all down."
The old chef stared at the white porcelain bottle, "What? Put it all away?" He murmured in his heart, "My boss is from the West. People in the West are very spicy and salty. Why does this young master's taste sound like that of Ruicheng?"
Taking a closer look, I rejected my guess. Maybe I just like to eat sour food. With such a delicate appearance, I look like I am from Lincheng.
Hua Shaohong and the old chef exchanged a few more polite words and left the kitchen. Then they went out and met a pretty girl in white clothes.
It is said that this young lady's temperament and appearance are not commensurate with each other. Seeing that Hua Shaohong has an unfamiliar face and carrying a bow and arrow on her back, she mistakenly thought that she was a servant.
Hua Shaohong didn't mind the look this girl gave him, so he sat down on the stone table and chair at the door of the kitchen, and placed the Purple Golden Luan Phoenix Bow and the Mountain Fowl Order that was missing an arrow on the stone table.
Purple, white, dark green, counting from one to twelve, I couldn't help but lament that it was a pity for the red and orange one.
He grabbed the bird's wand, which was all red except for its tail feathers. He made a fist with his left hand to support his cheek, and flexibly played with the wand's wand with the fingers of his right hand. He couldn't help but think and sigh.
again
Listen to him muttering: "Sister Yue, oh sister Yue, why do you use such a good arrow to let me represent a person? You are really cruel to me..."
"What are you doing here? The kitchen is almost running out of soy sauce. Why don't you go to Chen's shop at the corner of the street and buy two taels?"
Hua Shaohong's eyes were dull and slightly tired. He raised his head and saw that it was the young lady in white. Who was this young lady? Could she be just like herself?
Hua Shaohong continued to play with the red pheasant, and replied in a lukewarm voice: "I'm not interested in soy sauce. I want you to go out and buy you a jar of Chen's vinegar."
The girl in white put her hands on her hips and frowned, in the standard scolding prepared posture of a shrew. Hua Shaohong suddenly became energetic. Thinking that he had not quarreled with anyone for several years, he was about to listen to what the girl in white had to say, but he heard a sound.
A hoarse laugh.
"You girl, you don't even recognize the Marquis' little brother. Fortunately, you have never met him, so this kid can't blame you."
Hua Shaohong didn't look back. Sweat broke out from her right temple. She forced herself to steady her breath and politely replied: "Brother Xiaoliang, you, the wolf king, run really slow."
The person who came was none other than Yan Hudelang. Yan Hudelang's voice was a little hoarse today. He walked slowly over and sat down opposite Hua Shaohong. Just as he was about to speak, he saw the chef coming out of the kitchen with a steaming bowl of chopped green onion noodles.
come out.
The old chef was stunned for a moment. How could he tell the difference? The girl in white was there, Mr. Liang was also there, and there was this young master who looked extraordinary.
Hua Shaohong waved her hand and signaled the chef to pass the noodles to Yan Hude. Yan Hude was not polite, picked up the chopsticks and knocked them on the stone table, straightened the length, picked up a chopstick and blew the noodles with his dry lips.
Blow.
Although Hua Shaohong didn't move, his eyes opened wider and wider, waiting for the prank to be completed. The old chef looked closer and closer to Mr. Liang's mouth, and couldn't help but avoid it, unwilling to look at it. A whole bottle of white vinegar, who is this?
I can bear it.
Hearing "squeak", the noodles were sucked into Yan Hude's mouth. He frowned slightly and did not put down his chopsticks. Instead, he put his mouth on the noodle bowl and took a sip of the noodle soup.
Hua Shaohong's eyes opened even wider, and she placed her hands on the edge of the stone table, staring straight at Yanhu Deliang.
Yan Hude just took one or two bites, finished the noodles, finished the soup, and burped with satisfaction. Hua Shaohong couldn't help but swallowed, my dear mother, did this guy lose his sense of taste?
"Don't you feel your teeth are sore?"
Yan Hude frowned slightly again, but it was only for a moment. He had no image at all. He picked his teeth with the nail of the little finger of his right hand and chuckled: "The noodles are a bit too soft. The various snacks in our tribe are sour. What's so good about it?"
What a fuss.”
Hua Shaohong rolled his eyes and thought about the milk cake his brother brought to him on the cliff when he was a child. He said it was a tribute from the barbarian country and had a sour taste, so he didn't say anything else.
Yan Hude finished eating the noodles, still holding the chopsticks in his hand, so he tapped the bowl gently and asked: "Honghong, where is the sword?"
The young lady in white looked at the two of them, but she didn't know what to do for a moment. She wanted to leave but didn't dare, and she was afraid to stay.
"When did Brother Liang also like swords? I have twelve arrows here, do you like them?"
"Don't talk nonsense, let me ask you, where is the sword?"
Hua Shaohong stood up, stretched, and looked at the girl in white to tell the girl in white to leave quickly. The girl in white was a traveler, so she knew that if she disappeared, she would not be able to see anyone.
Hua Shaohong shouted to the other side of the kitchen: "Uncle, I heard that the soy sauce is gone and no one is using the kitchen at this time. Why don't you run around the street?"
The old chef didn't see the previous confrontation between the two, and didn't hear anything. It was just the young master's order, so he, a servant, didn't say much, took the broken silver and went out.
Yan Hude saw Hua Shaohong's movements and understood what he meant. He grabbed the bow with lightning speed, but was still half a beat too late. Hua Shaohong used his short foot to kick the Zijin Luanfeng Bao Bow into the air. He saw him strike out with his left foot again.
Stepping forward, he lifted up lightly and grabbed the bow.
Looking again, there are twelve Mountain Bird Orders in front of Yan Hude, and this guy is using the dark green Mountain Bird Order arrowhead to pick out the dirt between his fingernails.
Hua Shaohong was instantly angry and shouted sternly: "Put down the arrow."
Yan Hude ignored it, cleaned the gaps between his nails, and began to grind his nails with the side of the arrowhead. Hua Shaohong was so angry that he held the bow and pulled the string. He gathered his energy into a arrow and aimed it at Yan Hude. He was angry again.
Drink: "I said, put down the arrow!"
Yan Hude still ignored it, and with a "whoosh" from the wind, Yan Hude turned over and fell to the ground, and had to return the mountain bird order in his hand.
Holding the purple-gold Luan and Phoenix bow, and holding the red mountain bird command, he was not prepared to offend Hua Shaohong like this, nor did he dare to offend him.
"Why did you come back?"
"Honghong, our cooperation, your sincerity..."
Hua Shaohong smiled contemptuously and said sarcastically: "If I don't have a sect and I'm not a registered prodigal, how can I have the ability to discuss cooperation with Lord Yan Yunqi?"
Yan Hude didn't get angry or refute. His next move was to pick at the gap between his teeth with his little finger nail.
The archers' hands are very steady, their ears are very sharp, and their skin's touch to the wind and airflow is unimaginably sensitive to ordinary people. Hua Shaohong was about to avoid it, but he was too late. A bloody ghost hand used two fingers to make a sword.
, only half a foot away from the back of his head.
This bone-chilling feeling was not caused by the Tingyu Sword Master, but by the person who forced away the brothel master and the Tingyu Sword Master.
"The young son of the Hua family has the ability to bring the Wolf King to his knees, a heroic young man." The visitor with bloody hands mocked the two of them with one sentence. He did not do anything to Hua Shaohong, but instead stopped his hand and asked softly,
"Where's the sword?"
"have no idea."
The visitor with the bloody hand gently patted Hua Shaohong's right shoulder with his terrifying hand. Although the movement seemed to be gentle, Hua Shaohong felt as if his shoulder blade was about to shatter with each stroke, but he was stunned and did not say a word.
With a venomous look in his eyes, he asked, "Which one of Yan Yun's riders are you?"
"Which one is Yan Yun riding? I also forgot, how long has it been since I returned to Yan Yun riding." The bloody-hand visitor glanced at Yan Hu Deliang, his eyes were still so contemptuous, but Yan Hu De still didn't dare to do anything.
Dissatisfied, he listened to the bloody-handed visitor and said calmly, "You, let's go."
Yan Hude understood, so he took the person away and left the arrow. Yan Hude said another faint sentence: "The west wind is ten miles away."
When Zhong Xihou woke up, he was still lying on the floor. Unfortunately, when he woke up, he didn't see the red-haired dancer who was so charming and could bring harm to all living beings. Instead of her alluring white legs, there was a wooden pillow. His sword
He was placed straight beside his body and when he saw the crimson-colored sword, Zhong Xihou couldn't help but laugh.
He pressed his eyebrows with two fingers of his right hand and rubbed them vigorously clockwise. He still felt a little sleepy. I don't know whether it was because the city was too comfortable and made him sleepy, or because the city lord had become lazy in recent years.
The strength is weak, just like a person who has been sleeping on the couch for many years and finally wakes up.
Someone came in from outside the house, taking small steps and being very respectful. He was looking forward to it, and sure enough, it was the red-haired dancer.
Zang Yan was holding a wooden tray with a copper basin filled with warm water. There was also a wooden cup on one side of the copper basin, and a wicker cut in half was soaked in the cup.
She gently placed the wooden plate on the wooden floor, soaked it in warm water with a towel, wrung it out, and handed it to Zhong Xihou.
Zhong Xihou wiped his face with a towel, rinsed his mouth with water from the cup, and then bit the wicker stick in his mouth.
This was supposed to be a quite leisurely evening, but Zang Yan's words made the dark face of the Lord of the West turn a little pale. His reaction was far beyond her imagination, and he was even a little lost.
.
She told Marquis Zhong Xi that Qin Ji told her that Mr. Liang and a strange man with bloody hands robbed a young master with a bow.
"Honghong..."
"My sister was hiding on one side and heard that the two men kept asking the young master, where is the sword?"
"Where's the sword?" Zhong Xihou repeated these two words slowly, but he still couldn't stop the child. Similarly, if something happened to Honghong, how would he face Huidong and Fengling King again?
Xiaoliang, Xiaoliang, why do you want to involve Honghong?
Without any further movement, he grabbed the Wuyu Sword, spit out the wicker in his mouth, and rushed out the door.
After walking quickly, he crossed the threshold and was unexpectedly blocked by a group of people at the door of his house.
What came was a group of royal guards, and Marquis Zhong Xi could see that everyone in this group was quite capable, but they all had a murderous aura, and he couldn't help but frown slightly.
The first general saw Zhong Xihou going out. Although he was dressed casually, he was wearing a sword. The change in his expression made him understand or convinced something. He took a few steps forward, clasped his fists and saluted, respectful but unquestionable, and said: "Zhongcheng Lord
, Your Majesty invites you!"
At this moment, Zhong Xihou was still in the mood to care. He was about to leave, but with this ordinary movement, he saw all the swords of the guards unsheathed.
Zhong Xihou's eyes widened angrily, his left arm dropped, and his fingers joined together. Those who had not yet had time to draw out their swords looked embarrassed.
I saw those unlucky guards pulling out their swords desperately, but the sword seemed to be welded into the scabbard and could not be pulled out.
"Kenshin?" The general couldn't believe it and murmured, "Why is it Kenshin?"
"Get back first, I have no time to accompany you today!" The anger in his words was unmistakable, and his power was as powerful as Mount Tai before him. Several guardsmen who were later in cultivation actually collapsed to the ground in an instant.
"City Lord, please don't embarrass us, the prince has invited you!"
"Old Prince, I will go to apologize later. Now, get out!"
If this continues, Zhong Xihou was about to draw his sword, but he felt the sword energy coming from one side, and couldn't help but block it with the scabbard. Looking at the end of the scabbard, the old sandalwood scabbard was actually split into two halves. Zhong Xihou
He also frowned, Xindu stuff like old sandalwood can only be used by old monks, and it really cannot be used to make scabbards.
The Wuyu sword was unsheathed, and in an instant the sword energy enveloped it, and the wind suddenly rose in the empty street.
Zhong Xihou was obviously preparing for a quick fight. Just as he was about to swing his sword, another sword energy struck him. Zhong Xihou blocked the sword again, but frowned slightly and heard a "click".
The master of the sword slowly walked out from the crowd of guards. He was a handsome young man dressed in white, with a complexion as fair as a silver fox. The sword he held was less than three feet long, white without any trace of color, and the blade was lighter than an ordinary sword.
It's quite narrow.
Zhong Xihou tilted his head slightly to one side, with a look in his eyes, as if asking, who is coming?
This white fox master also held a sword and saluted. His appearance matched his appearance, and he looked like a pretty girl.
"Junior is traveling to Lingxi and has come to invite Lord Zhong on behalf of the family master."
Upon hearing the words "You Lingxi", Zhong Xihou took a new look at Mr. White Fox. Is this one of the three giants of Yi Shuihan? Is the Blood Phoenix more powerful, or is your empress more powerful?
Unfortunately, at the wrong time, Zhong Xihou didn't bother to pay attention. He held the Wuyu Sword tightly with a fierce look in his eyes. It was as powerful as a large insect in the mountains. It went down the mountain to hunt for food. Wherever it passed, it was difficult to find birds and beasts.
The wind is dancing with the moon - the mirror of moonlight!
The move was the most exquisite move of Wuyu swordsmanship, and he saw one hundred and eight sword energy swung out from one sword, like a swimming dragon rushing towards everyone.
But I heard a dozen or so people in the crowd move in unison, with their swords moving like wind. It was a wall of wind invisible to the naked eye.
The wind wall blocked the one hundred and eight sword energy for a moment. It was also at this moment that all the guards stepped aside. Those who remained in place, including You Lingxi, totaled thirteen people. Each of these thirteen people used
Its ability can disperse the sword energy of Feng Hu Wu Yu one by one.
The twelve people standing behind You Lingxi all looked ashamed, which was quite puzzling.
You Lingxi thrust out his sword, and the sword energy was as cold as the ice on the river on a winter night. The temperature around him instantly dropped a bit.
What is the name of this move? Zhong Xihou suddenly felt that this move was better matched with Tingyu Sword than Wuyu sword technique with Tingyu Sword.
The West City Lord swung his sword, and that move marked the sky. The sword energy of You Lingxi's sword was completely dissipated. You Lingxi's face was expressionless, and his body was galloping in an instant, and he stabbed out with another sword.
What is the name of this move? Why is it that even though the target is himself, the sword is still struck so casually, as casually as when he was young and swung the sword randomly to cope with his homework.
Zhong Xihou held his sword and slashed out, hitting You Lingxi's wrist directly. There shouldn't have been any difference, but You Lingxi still seemed to twist his waist casually, and with a slight shake of his hand, he actually avoided the sword. Zhong Xihou's
The sword was avoided, and You Lingxi's sword was about to be obtained.
But at this moment, an angry voice shouted: "You Lingxi!"
These three words are strong and powerful, but they are extremely angry. With just these three words, swimming in Lingxi River is like facing an abyss, and the instinct is to retreat quickly.
When You Lingxi looked at it, his expressionless face revealed a hint of fear.
There was no need for Zhong Xihou to look back. This feeling was almost familiar. But strangely, he did not hear the cry of the phoenix this time.
Zhong Xihou still turned around to look at the person. When he saw it, his eyes widened.
Ying Ruge was bare-chested, with red hair that was even more conspicuous than Zang Yan's, and one side of her right eye was full of strange markings. That was all. What surprised him was why this junior brother had a pair of strange red-feathered wings.
?
This is Birdman?
"You Lingxi, please tell me why you are here?"
When Ying Ruge asked this question, the guards behind You Lingxi looked embarrassed and angry. Who is this person? How dare you ask Lord You Lingxi?
Hearing You Lingxi's cold voice, he replied: "Zhong Xihou has robbed the owner of the village!"
"Master? Who is it?" Zhong Xihou was a little confused. He just slept in his new house, could it be a crime to steal half a day's leisure?
You Lingxi did not answer, but the demonized Ying Ruge answered for him: "The leader of the Moh family, Mo Sang!"