Lincheng Huamo Chapter 65: I would rather have a seed
Ying Ruge stared at the bloody-handed visitor. Even through a black wooden mask, the other party could still clearly see the killing intent in those bright black eyes. Before he could speak, Ying Ruge asked first: "Where is Mo Sang?"
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The visitor with bloody hands smiled again. Such a smile was full of helplessness. He took out the copper coin from his left sleeve and kept playing with it in his hand. However, he explained: "Mo Sang and I have been friends for many years, but we are here."
I met him for a while in the city. How can I know where he has gone now?"
Before Ying Ruge could ask again, Zhong Xihou also blocked his words. He asked Ying Ruge first, his voice was slightly tired, and it was obvious that his breath was not completely calm.
"Junior brother, Mo Sang was..." Zhong Xihou paused for a few moments, as if he was trying to organize his words, or trying to think of something to say, and then continued, "This strange Mr. Mo has taken away Senior Mo, and you...
How to determine it? Just the words You Lingxi?"
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Similarly, before Ying Ruge finished speaking, Zhong Xihou blocked his words again and listened to him continue: "Then can you trust him? Or, do you not trust Mo Sang?"
Zhong Xihou stood up, because Hua Shaohong had already cursed and walked out of the pavilion. When he saw Yan Hude lying on the ground like a dead fish, he knew without guessing that it must be Zhong Xihou who did it.
Without any politeness, he stepped over Yan Hude's abdomen and walked behind Zhong Xihou.
The bloody-hand visitor was quite amused by the boy's action, but his interest was not in humiliating Yan Hude. He also heard him ask: "Where is the sword?"
"I told you, no, why are you so annoyed?"
"Then, you can't leave."
The words of the bloody-handed visitor were certainly true. He came here just for the sword. Zhong Xihou asked: "What sword?"
"Oh, didn't you know before? Master Tingyu Sword's Tingyu Sword."
"You already said that the Tingyu Sword belongs to the master of Tingyu Sword. How could I, the one who shoots the bow, know about it?"
"Oh, could it be that your boy is the Archer, one of the thirteen generals under the command of Mr. Zhong Nanyan? Although he is an abandoned son of the Hua family, no matter how you look at it, he is better than your unsatisfactory brother."
The visitor with the bloody hand carefully observed Hua Shaohong again. The boy's fingers and wrists were somewhat damaged, probably due to years of hard work and practice. Although his body was thin, he still couldn't hide his masculine beauty.
It is inevitable that he is good at using a bow, but looking at the thin calluses on his hands, this boy is probably good at using a sword. What a pity, what a pity, that he was born with long and short legs. I heard him joke, "It is better to say that he is a general than a bowman."
Which one is more suitable for your future title?"
Archer? General?
Hua Shaohong didn't pay attention, but Zhong Xihou couldn't help but frown slightly.
But he saw him pulling out the Wuyu Sword from the stone slab and throwing it towards the bloody-handed visitor. Before the man caught the sword, the world-famous sword fell vertically to the ground and was inserted into the floor again.
"Wancing the sword and exchanging flowers for Shaohong, is this deal possible?"
The bloody-handed visitor stared at Zhong Xihou, Ying Ruge stared at Zhong Xihou, Yan Hude stared at Zhong Xihou, and Hua Shaohong also stared at Zhong Xihou.
Dance with the sword and exchange flowers for Shaohong?
The visitor with the bloody hand nodded. Before he reached out to take the sword, he was caught off guard. He saw the two fingers of Zhong Xihou's left hand united and swung violently. The half-moon flying blade that was similar to the visitor's "Sword Two" clicked.
"With a sound, the sound of metal falling to the ground was heard again, and Wuyu Sword was cut in half by Zhong Xihou from the center of the blade.
Everything is silent, only the wind passes through my ears, but I don't hear the chirping of birds and the chirping of insects.
I also saw sword energy as thick as cooking smoke floating out from the broken edge of the blade, rising slowly, extremely melodious, and then slowly drifting away.
Everything was silent for a few moments, and then the sound of movement was heard, but it was the tragic roar of birds and animals. Soon, everything was silent again, leaving only the sound of the wind.
Hua Shaohong, who was in a daze, suddenly felt pain on his cheek. He wiped it with his thumb, but saw a trace of blood. When he wiped it with his hand, when did he get three or four hair-like sword marks on his face?
He was wrong, not only on his face, but also on his body. But why was Zhong Xihou okay, the bloody-hand visitor was okay, Ying Ruge was okay, and even Yanhu Deliang, who was lying on the ground, was okay?
"Ha, hahaha, Zhongxihou, Zhongxihou, after all, it was your stupidity that led Jian Zong to join the world."
Zhong Xihou frowned, it was the Sword Sect again. He coughed softly, awakened Hua Shaohong from his Taixu fugue, stopped talking, and walked away. Which force is the Sword Sect in the world?
Zhong Xihou kept thinking and suddenly thought of Zhong Nanyan's drunken words when he was young. Perhaps he was referring to the sword sect in the world. But what does the sword sect's entry into the world have to do with him? Wuyu sword, Wuyu sword, I will destroy you today.
Sword body, can you blame yourself?
The man in orange looked at Ying Ruge and asked, "Do you still have any doubts, little friend?"
Ying Ruge stretched out her hand and said in a cold voice: "Give me the sword back!"
The man in orange was stunned for a moment, then laughed, stopped laughing, took a breath, and then said: "Boy, unless I bully the small, a sword like Long Yao is not suitable for you. It doesn't matter, the mountains are high and the rivers are long.
goodbye."
It seemed that the man in orange didn't want to be entangled with Ying Ruge anymore. He pushed hard with one step and disappeared after a few ups and downs.
Ying Ruge didn't pursue her for two reasons, and she was also helpless.
First, he had the power of Da Lang to create his immortal demonic body. He didn't know how long it would last. The last time they fought, it was already clear how good he was compared to the man in orange.
Secondly, I really don’t like that Long Yao Sword. Although it is considered to be the best in the world, if I don’t like it, I just don’t like it. It’s simple.
If Zangren, who had given the sword to him that day, knew that he had given the sword to him without any love, but that he did not cherish it at all, I wonder if he would be furious.
Ying Ruge walked towards Xiaoliang, who was still lying on the ground like a dead dog, and asked: "Maybe you can tell me, who are you?"
Yanhu Deliang answered the question and said: "Your Majesty, if there are ancient coins that are worth a lot of money, are there two coins left that are valuable, or are there only one that are valuable? If there is only one left, this one is worth more than two coins?"
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Ying Ruge was silent for a moment and said: "I have an ally in memory of you. I will save you once today."
Yanhu Deliang smiled softly and continued: "Your Majesty has not answered my question yet..."
Before Yan Hudelang could finish what he said, Ying Ruge stepped on the side of his face, and the other half of his face was slightly buried in the soil. Then he heard an angry word: "If you say that again, I will kill you."
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Zhong Xihou took Hua Shaohong back to his house. Qin Ji was even more well-behaved than a maid. He not only added eggs and meat under Hua Shaohong, but also placed two bottles of fruit vinegar bought in Chengnan.
Zhong Xihou found it interesting, and Zang Yan also found it interesting, but the stupid Qing drank half of the noodle soup, and poured two bottles of fruit vinegar into the noodle bowl, filling it up to the rim of the noodle bowl.
Ying Ruge didn't know when he stood outside the door, looking at the sky. It was slowly getting dark. He seemed to be in a daze, but it didn't look like he was in a daze.
Zang Yan looked at the brothel master outside the door. She didn't have time to ask, but it was the master who spoke first. He didn't answer, but just asked: "Little junior brother, in the eyes of you immortal cultivators, it is really a thousand miles and a blink of an eye. envious."
"Nothing."
Zhong Xihou smiled, looked at everyone again, and said, "I want to ask you, is your life background important in the world?"
Zang Yan was silent, Qin Ji's eyes that looked just like Putao rolled around and frowned, saying: "The prince lives in the palace, the young master lives in the big house, and the farmer's son can only live in the fields."
Marquis Zhongxi was very interested in this answer. He thought it was very interesting. A prince should live in a palace, a young master should live in a big house, and a farmer's son can only play in the fields.
If I want to sum up what this girl said, it can be summed up in one sentence: This is fate.
After several "gudong", "gudong" and "gudong" sounds, there was another "dang", and the whole room became quiet. Hua Shaohong burped with satisfaction, and then he noticed that everyone was looking at him.
He cleared his throat seriously and said, "Do princes and generals like Xiang Ning have the guts?"
It was quiet again. Suddenly, Zhong Xihou clapped his hands and then laughed a few times.
"Yes, princes, generals and prime ministers, would you rather have the seed?"
"You guys have a home and can't go back?"
Ying Ruge, who was standing outside the door, asked, and the room became quiet again.
Home? How to explain this concept?
Cang Yan and Qin Ji don’t have homes, or maybe Cang Yan’s previous home was the city lord’s mansion in the city that never sleeps, and the flower building in the city was her home.
Where is Qinji's home? Is it a ruined temple where she lives with a group of people, or is it the magnificent Forbidden City in the south?
Zhong Xihou also thought carefully about it. His home was probably the only city that never sleeps in the West.
If he can go back, he will go back.
He was born in the desert outside the City that never sleeps, grew up in the City that never sleeps, and ultimately decided to die in the City that never sleeps. This is inevitable.
He turned around and looked at Hua Shaohong. Honghong was the so-called abandoned son of the Hua family, but what this abandoned son held in his hand was the Purple Luan Bow.
The four of them naturally don't understand how painful it is to know where home is but not be able to return.
Zhong Xihou asked: "If you knew where he was, would you still save him?"
Ying Ruge nodded, and Zhong Xihou asked again: "Then have you ever considered why your... why did he tell you that he was missing?"
Ying Ruge suddenly opened her eyes wide. Yes, why did You Lingxi appear? You Lingxi shouldn't have appeared, and it was even more impossible for him to bring people to Zhong Xihou to say that Mo Sang was missing.
If it were Zhu Jiannan, Zhu Yinuo, or even Mo Ming, these people would have disappeared, maybe, but the person missing now is Mo Sang.
Zhong Xihou knew that these people were inconvenienced, so he took Ying Ruge to his courtyard.
Ying Ruge began to meditate and explore the memory of visiting Lingxi.
Today's experience of traveling to Lingxi was like a revolving lantern running through my mind.
He saw a person, the unparalleled thief Black-necked Crane. The Black-necked Crane went to Hanshan Temple, and he found You Lingxi. The Black-necked Crane asked You Lingxi to go to a restaurant. There was something related to Mo Ming in the restaurant. .
Will the black-necked crane appear in Hanshan Temple? Why does the black-necked crane happen to appear in Hanshan Temple on the day after the moonless night? It is such a coincidence.
Ying Ruge suddenly thought of why the Black-necked Crane asked You Lingxi to go to that restaurant, or rather, why the person behind the Black-necked Crane asked You Lingxi to go to that restaurant.
Could it be that he just wanted You Lingxi to see those sword marks, the sword marks that were raging like the wind?
Ying Ruge did not answer Zhong Xihou's question when he was in the front yard. He asked Zhong Xihou: "Why did You Lingxi and others come to capture you?"
Zhong Xihou stretched out his right hand to the sky, and opened his palm violently. Look at the palm of his hand, it is covered with fine calluses, look at the back of the hand, the finger bones are thick and the skin is rough, just like an old farmer who works hard in the field.
He did not answer the junior brother's question. He asked instead: "Little junior brother, I don't understand the immortal way. Can you help me clarify my doubts?"
Ying Ruge felt a little strange, but she didn't refuse or ask any more questions.
Yan Xiao was a great master in cultivating immortals, and what he taught him was the way of immortality. Zhong Xihou was from the same sect as him, and even his eleventh senior brother, so what was it that Yan Xiao taught him?
"To cultivate immortality, we must pay attention to resonance with the heaven and earth. The big world outside the body, and the small world inside the world.
For seventy thousand years, mortals are limited to seventy, and immortals can live for more than seven hundred springs and autumns by feeding on the energy of heaven and earth."
"Immortal?" Zhong Xihou spat out these words silently, and then asked, "Master, is there a time limit?"
Ying Ruge did not hesitate, just nodded, and continued to explain: "Live forever and never die in the human world. However, the so-called human world is nothing more than this human world. Immortals are lonely, and living people will be reincarnated for seventy years. Immortals only increase their sorrow."
Zhongxihou asked again: "Immortals live forever, who is immortal?"
Ying Ruge replied without thinking: "Ghosts will never die."
Zhong Xihou was stunned and couldn't help but laugh. Ghosts have never been born, so they will naturally never die.
Suddenly, the two fingers of his right hand came together and released sword energy. The sword energy was like wind, blowing the flowers and plants in the courtyard. When he opened his hand again, the sword energy dispersed and the wind stopped.
He asked again: "Junior brother cultivates immortality and controls fire. Can an immortal also divide the metal, wood, water, fire, and earth?"
Ying Ruge nodded, shook her head, and glanced at Zhong Xihou. Seeing that the black-faced city lord from the West was a little confused, he stretched out his left hand, with the palm of his hand facing up, igniting a ball of fire, and explained: "Gold, wood, water, fire, and earth are
Of the five elements in the world, what is the wind? What is the thunder and lightning?”
Zhong Xihou opened his mouth but did not make a sound, because he didn't know what to say. Ying Ruge pinched out the flame in his palm and continued to explain: "There are eighty million elements in the world, and the difference between immortals is eighty million. Just like your sword energy, you can use it within yourself."
The Qi source of the small heaven and earth in the inner mansion is the root, and the sword energy is transformed into the sword energy by gathering cultivation, which is like the wind, but not the wind. How to ensure that others cannot use the Qi source of the small world in the inner palace as the foundation, and the sword energy is transformed into the sword energy by gathering cultivation, which is like fire and ice.
Thunderous?"
Zhong Xihou suddenly laughed and clapped his hands. Now Ying Ruge didn't understand. After about half a quarter of an hour, one person was confused and the other didn't answer, but Ying Ruge finally understood the meaning.
Seeing that he also used his two fingers as a sword, Qi Yuan used it extremely skillfully, and thrust out the Yuan Gong full lift sword. The wind started to rise slightly, but he saw yellow flowers all over the sky, slowly falling. Zhong Xihou laughed several times, and waved his hand, but saw the wind blowing up.
, the yellow flowers that fell to the ground danced with the wind in an instant, and then dispersed invisible.
This meaning is too clear. What You Lingxi is looking for is a great swordsman, a great swordsman with a sword as strong as the wind.
There are not many great swordsmen in the world. How many great swordsmen are there in the world who are as good as the wind?
By chance, such a great swordsman will appear in Lincheng and Jinling?
When the wind stopped, Zhong Xihou suddenly became serious and asked Ying Ruge: "Junior brother, are you familiar with the person who traveled to Lingxi?"
If Ying Ruge doesn't answer, is it denial or acquiescence?
Zhong Xihou stood up from his seat and raised his hands to the sky again, with the palms facing inward. His hands were exactly the same, no difference at all. If he was just practicing swordsmanship, his left hand would not be as good as his right hand. Naturally, Ying Ruge had heard of it and understood that Zhong Xi
In addition to being a good swordsman, Hou is also a master of boxing who can shock the world with his bare hands.
Swords and fists are as easy as teeth and claws against Zhong Xihou, the evil tiger from Xisha. If you really want to judge which one hurts more, you have to practice it yourself, but again, who dares?
"After my adoptive father passed away, Yan Xiao gave me two choices."
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"Rover the world!" When he uttered these four words, Zhong Xihou's expression and posture really changed. His domineering attitude of truly dominating the world could not help but be revealed. Wherever the king looked, how could his subjects not kneel down?
"two?"
"The West is a Marquis." After saying these four words, Zhong Xihou's eyes were inexplicably gentle, a gentleness that didn't match his appearance.
He should be like a scholar, holding a cat and playing with a dog, with flowers blooming and falling in front of the court, and clouds rolling and relaxing in the sky.
When spring planting and autumn harvest come, it’s time to roll up your sleeves and trouser legs and help your parents work in the fields.
When it comes to rainy or snowy days, it’s time to give students articles and poems that suit the season.
"Xidi, for the Marquis?" Ying Ruge frowned slightly. Although Zhong Xihou couldn't see it, he could guess it.
"Yes, Marquis Zhongxi. My adoptive father defined my life as the Marquis of the West, and did not involve the Central Plains!"
The West is a marquis and does not involve the Central Plains?
Is this the Marquis Zhongxi that Zhong Nanyan hoped for? However, the Marquis of the West finally set foot in the Central Plains. Then, is the Marquis of the West ready to compete in the Central Plains, aspire to the Central Plains, and rule the Central Plains, not just the Central Plains?
Ying Ruge didn't make a sound, she just turned her head and stared at Zhong Xihou, which made Zhong Xihou feel a little nervous.
In order not to look at Ying Ruge, Zhong Xihou could only silently look down at the palm of his left hand. He unconsciously clenched and unclenched his fist, then clenched and unclenched it again. His left hand could obviously lift two or three hundred stone locks, but why did he always feel that
Weakness, as if you can't exert your strength.
"I once asked about the difficulty of writing. Maybe I could make a painting for Gu, a beautiful picture of beautiful mountains and rivers in the arms of the mountains and rivers." Zhong Xihou paused for a few seconds, and his dark face made him look like a beautiful woman.
His thoughtful eyes were extraordinarily bright, and he continued to say calmly, "Grind the blood to grind it, and you can make a stroke of the world; if you have tens of thousands of bones, you can make it in one stroke."
Upon hearing this, Ying Ruge burst out laughing suddenly, and then she saw him standing upright and said in a strong voice: "The country has entered the war, and the people have no plans to enjoy Qiao Su. Don't talk about the matter of making a marquis.
One general's success will destroy ten thousand bones."
Ying Ruge faintly uttered these four lines of poems, and couldn't help but grin. If you don't talk about the matter of being granted a title, one general will be able to accomplish all the feats!
He couldn't help but look at Zhongxihou, and thought to himself, Zhongxihou, Zhongxihou, how many thousands of bones can be piled under your feet?
After hearing Ying Ruge reciting these four lines of the poem, Zhong Xihou couldn't help laughing out loud. After holding it back, he said with a hint of ridicule: "Seriously, as Honghong said, princes, generals, and prime ministers would rather be kind?
Junior brother, when I listen to you reciting poems, I think Fairy Baiyun also feeds you ink."