Zhong Xihou was stunned for a moment, and naturally he understood quickly. Is it Cang Gou? Bai Yun or Cang Gou, why would two half-Buddha and half-immortal masters in the hidden world teach such a poem to a child.
He suddenly thought of his adoptive father again, a generation of heroes who filled the West City with flowers. Zhong Xihou couldn't help but read a poem. Listening to his voice was like wind and sand passing through the rocks, he was filled with vicissitudes and emotions, and said: "It is said that one battle will bring sorrow to all the gods."
, the war between the two sides of the Taiwan Strait has not stopped. Who knows that there is always nothing wrong with the Cangjiang River, and there has been a bloodbath between the two sides recently. Alas, all the gods are worried."
"Master...Master Hou, who belongs to the world?"
Zhong Xihou was stunned again, hey, you, a venerable person from a major evil force in the martial arts world, actually asked such a question to the Lord of the Imperial Court, I always feel awkward.
Zhong Xihou answered without hesitation and listened to him: "The world belongs to the Long family, and it belongs to the people in the world. It will not belong to the Zhong family."
"Can Northern Qi and Asai conquer the world?"
"As long as the city that never sleeps exists, neither Northern Qi nor Asai can conquer the world."
"The Western Land does not exist?"
"Then I can't say that I won't be granted the title of Marquis, and I won't see the blood flowing in the Cangjiang River."
Ying Ruge suddenly stood up, straightened her body, tied the cuffs of her left and right hands tightly, unexpectedly clasped her hands together in front of her chest, and bent down to bow deeply. Zhong Xihou was surprised, but it didn't show on his face. He was curious about what Ying Ruge would do next.
How to explain? Ying Ruge did start to explain, and Zhong Xihou was not surprised either. At that time, he looked up to the sky and laughed, and there was actually a little bit of envy in his laughter.
He couldn't remember exactly what Ying Ruge said. He could only hear and remember one sentence clearly, "I am the secret guard of Daye, the queen of Mo Tianshu!"
I, the secret guard of Daye, after Mo Tianshu?
I am the secret guard of Daye, the queen of Mo Tianshu.
I, the secret guard of Daye, the queen of Mo Tianshu!
Gu, flowers are all over the west city, after Zhong Nanyan!
Gu, flowers are all over the west city, after Zhongnanyan.
Gu, flowers all over Xicheng, after Zhong Nanyan?
Ying Ruge seemed to see something, and suddenly took off her mask and rubbed her face. Sure enough, it felt really comfortable to have her face exposed.
Zhong Xihou looked at this face. Although the eyes, nose and other features were almost exactly the same as another person's, it could not be another person after all.
Immediately afterwards, Ying Ruge suddenly asked: "Master Hou, maybe we should first call him Lord Zhongcheng."
Zhong Xihou frowned slightly, what's the difference?
Ying Ruge continued: "Although I am in the Jianghu, I know the distribution of the imperial court to some extent. In all the cities in the world, except for the two kings and one prince, the other city lords have no hierarchical official positions."
Zhong Xihou nodded and added something to Ying Ruge: "You can't be a king unless you have the same surname, and you can't be a marquis unless you have merit that can be compared to heaven. If you are a male prince and a son, your position as city lord should be comparable to that of a first-class duke, even better than a first-class duke.
My Lord, no city lord is willing to put aside his status as a local emperor and go to the inner palace to seek a nominal official position."
When Ying Ruge heard this, she nodded, as if she was ready to finish what she wanted to say quickly. Her speech speed was a little urgent, but she heard him continue: "If the Marquis, no, the Lord Zhong and his entourage went to the inner palace. The entourage
In the presence of the princes and nobles, you address the lord of the city as a lord, and the children of the capital at the feet of the emperor will wonder which family you are the master of, and which lord you are?"
When Zhong Xihou heard this, he frowned slightly and rubbed the stubble on his chin with the thumb and index finger of his left hand. Before he knew that the falcon season was coming, Zhong Xihou followed Zhong Nanyan's wishes and made the west land his lord. Now he has
After arriving in Lincheng, it is inevitable that I will not go to the inner palace in the future.
There are so many unruly people in the capital. This kind of situation may really happen. He was about to tell what he had guessed, but he heard Ying Ruge continue to add. He cleared his throat and sang with an actor's accent: "You are
Which family's marquis... My lord is the lord of the West, Zhong, Xi, Hou..."
The final sound of the word "hou" changed sharply several times, and Zhongxihou burst into laughter.
Marquis? Oh, I have seen all the marquises in this capital, big and small. Which house are you, the master of, and the marquis?
My lord is the lord of the hegemonic sword in the world, the lord of the western land of Ye, and the Marquis of Zhongxi!
What kind of prince is Zhongxihou?
hehe······
Thinking of those scenes, Zhong Xihou burst into laughter even more, "What kind of prince? Zhong Xihou! What kind of prince is Zhong Xihou? Haha!"
Suddenly, Zhong Xihou couldn't laugh anymore, because the follower in his mind was actually Yanhu Deliang. He couldn't help but think of the young master of Sanfanjiubang who he named the Wolf King, and wanted to ask,
The lips opened and then closed again.
How could Ying Ruge fail to observe it and ask: "Master Hou, what are your concerns?"
Zhong Xihou smiled slightly. He often called himself a loner, because it was too cold at high places and the leader of a city was alone. Although this was done to comply with etiquette, it also showed his inner helplessness.
He looked at his younger junior brother again and wondered why Yan Xiao would accept such a boy in the end? This boy is thirteen and he is eleven. Yan Xiao has accepted three disciples in this generation, but he is the best one.
Both of them are not as powerful as the twelve brothers.
He didn't hold it back any longer and asked Ying Ruge: "Junior brother, if I see Xiao Liang again, should I kill him?"
"Why kill?"
Zhong Xihou was stunned. He had thought of four or five possible answers, but he did not expect that Ying Ruge would ask him this question. Zhong Xihou laughed again, yes, why did you want to kill Xiaoliang?
"This kid also said that the Marquis is not his master. Since he is not a master and servant, how can he be restrained? Why should this kid be responsible for the Marquis's actions? The Marquis went to the west for Zhong Daxia to pay his debts.
In Lincheng, Yingruge stayed in Lincheng because the people in the building were killed."
Zhong Xihou did not answer directly, but also asked: "So, junior brother, have you found the murderer?"
"If nothing else, if you can do this, I'm afraid Yi Shuihan will be the only one."
"Yi Shuihan?" He had seen those corpses. The one killed by the sword was said to be Yi Shuihan. He believed it, but what about the one who was killed by fists? In addition, wasn't Kang Jinlong, the man under Ying Ruge's command, killed by a small crossbow?
?
"I am thinking about it, should the debts of the predecessors be repaid by the predecessors or by the descendants?"
"Then, should I seek revenge on the great swordsman, or should I find an opportunity to beat up the young master?"
When Zhong Xihou heard this, he couldn't help but burst into laughter. This little junior brother was really making one joke after another today. He suddenly said, Ying Ruge didn't expect that when he finished speaking, he didn't expect that he would be so open-minded.
He continued: "It's better to do this. If you let go of your hatred, I will also let go of your hatred."
Ying Ruge didn't answer, let go of her hatred?
"Of course, I have to avenge the people in your building. If necessary, I can help you as a brother."
Ying Ruge was grateful, but did not accept it. Zhong Xihou naturally understood. Suddenly he thought of something. After hesitating for a while, he still told Ying Ruge: "Junior brother, when will your sword be unsealed?"
Ying Ruge didn't understand, and asked with eyes. Zhong Xihou added: "You are indeed a monster and a genius. Perhaps it is because of your talent that Yan Xiao accepted you as a little girl. People have Dantian, which is a sea of Qi. However, with the improvement of cultivation,
After consolidating the Dantian, one relies more on the Qi source. For example, the young prince is miserable because he was born without the Qi source, so his cultivation is ultimately limited. I heard that eight hundred years ago, several sages beat the immortals so hard that they locked their doors, and the cultivation of immortals in the human world was
The talent has been greatly reduced. The ancestor of the Hua family has studied the method of Qiyuan to resonate with the heaven and earth. Only then can he have the ability to change the resonance of the heaven and the earth. Fortunately for you, you are the only person in the world who still has immortal roots. You are free and happy in the world.
Be happy."
Ying Ruge thought it was nothing at first, but after being told by Marquis Zhong Xi, she suddenly felt that she was born unlucky but had talents that others could not dream of.
Ying Ruge added: "There are many immortal cultivators in the world, and I am afraid there are two to three hundred of them in Daye alone."
Zhongxihou was speechless for a moment. His eyes could be said to be contempt, but more like contempt. He asked: "How many people do I have in Daye? How many warriors are there?"
Ying Ruge calculated the ratio and couldn't help but feel speechless and didn't know what to say.
Zhong Xihou naturally knew that the sons of princes did not know the value of wine and meat among the people. Yan Xiao also praised Ying Ruge's ability in cultivating immortals many times, and he was like those princes' sons who have golden keys. He could only continue his remarks: "The cultivation of warriors,
The Yuanzu is already a big threshold, let alone the prehistoric realm of the masters above the Yuanzu. The prehistoric realm may be a gap between heaven and earth to the people of the world, but to you and me, it is just the beginning. The crossing of the eight realms of Hongmeng is for people like you and me.
Needs to be pursued.”
Zhong Xihou couldn't help but spread out his right hand, and a slight tornado gathered in the palm of his hand. The fifth realm of Hongmeng, this energy that can resonate with the world, how is it different from the immortal?
When Ying Ruge heard this, he frowned. If Zhong Xihou hadn't reminded him, he would have almost forgotten that the cultivation of a warrior is no easier than that of a person cultivating immortals.
"Even if I transformed into the Sword Destroyer Master in the past, I have only just stepped into the second level of Hongmeng."
Zhong Xihou was calm on the surface, but he was complaining a thousand times in his heart. How old are you in the second level of Hongmeng Realm? In addition, you were banned from cultivation by Yan Xiao. How many things did you do in your teenage years? Suddenly
He curled his lips and smiled slightly. In seven or eight years, when he reaches his age, this boy may be able to enter the fifth level of Hongmeng as he wishes?
Soon, Zhong Xihou frowned again. The second level of Hongmeng? This kid has been suppressed by Yan Xiao for so many years. He is afraid that the Qiyuan's backlog will be full. If he unblocks it, he will break through to the third level for the first time? The third level will trigger a catastrophe.
, no one can protect me, can this kid bear it?
"How many swords did Yan Xiao seal?"
"Originally thirteen, now twelve."
Zhong Xihou didn't ask the reason. He carefully calculated in his mind a sword or the required cultivation level, twelve swords. He asked again: "The date of unsealing?"
"January."
Zhong Xihou's brows deepened. There was still one month left, so it seemed that he had to change his itinerary.
"Junior brother, can you tell me what the Sword Sect is?"
Ying Ruge's expression was honest, and he was a little surprised. Generally speaking, when trying to understand Jian Zong, one would simply think that it is a sect with swords as its sect, or spirit, or something else. However, this Jian Zong is a sect.
He wouldn't have guessed that it was a hidden force.
"Jianzong, prepare to join the world."
"Jianzong, join the world?"
"Although I don't understand the reason, I'm afraid it has something to do with the Mo family. If the Marquis thinks that I, Mu Hanlou, Yi Shuihan of the Zhu family in Lincheng, and Yan Yunqi are the three major mysterious organizations in the world, that would be a joke."
Zhong Xihou did not refute. Although Ying Ruge's words did not sound good, they were indeed true. Muhanlou, Yi Shuihan, Yan
No matter how unique Yunqi's status is, no matter how mysterious he is, after all, he is just a sect in Daye.
No one knows how big the world outside Daye is, whether it is Zhong Xihou or Ying Ruge, so how can we ensure that there is no organization that can crush the Daye sect?
"The last time Jianzong entered the world was nearly twenty years ago, because of the chaos in the royal city. This time he entered the world, but the fingerpoint was directed at the Mo family, which is strange."
"Why?"
Ying Ruge also shook her head and continued: "Have you ever heard the sound of swords in Jinling City?"
Zhong Xihou nodded and pointed in the direction. He suddenly understood, wasn't that direction the direction of Mo County?
"Junior brother, if you can step into the third level of Hongmeng before Jian Zong enters the world, you may be able to help the Mo family survive this disaster."
"People from the Sword Sect?" Ying Ruge smiled bitterly, not knowing how to answer. Zhongxihou, Zhongxihou, do you know that the people from the Sword Sect disdain the eighth level of Hongmeng Realm at all, and those there are all immortal cultivators.
Zhong Xihou laughed, waved his hand, and said: "Just kidding, I don't know if the force that I think of is the Sword Sect that is about to enter the world in your mouth. But.
As far as I know, that force is not all masters of Hongmeng Realm. You should understand the reason. I don’t know why my adoptive father didn’t tell me all about the Sword Sect, but when my adoptive father was drunk, he
Drinking talk, there was once a sect that wanted to take over the West City, or it should be said that it was a force, and all of them were masters of swordsmanship. This group of people was very mysterious and very purposeful. However, the adoptive father later challenged their leader
, after half a move, this sect or this force left Xicheng, promising that as long as Zhong Nanyan is in Xicheng, they will not invade."
Ying Ruge also understood what Zhong Xihou meant. If Ying Ruge could defeat Jian Zong's people, she could ask Jian Zong to retreat. Ying Ruge stared at Zhong Xihou. Zhong Xihou felt a little uncomfortable and shook his head.
, stood up again, with his body upright and his head slightly raised. He also saw his left hand clenched into a fist and placed on his lower back, and the palm of his right hand was slightly raised upwards. In an instant, the wind started blowing.
I saw a strong wind roaring. It was not like the previous sword energy turning into wind. This gust of wind was really strong. The wind became stronger and stronger, and the color became thicker and thicker. It was visible to the naked eye, white with yellow, and as thick as
Smoke.
Ying Ruge stretched out her hand and touched Feng Yan and Sword Qi with her fingers! He turned to look at Zhong Xihou. The dark-faced man's face was slightly pale, obviously showing off his cultivation. Even Zhong Xihou was struggling.
Ying Ruge asked: "Master Hou, how heavy are you?"
"I broke through the fifth level a few days ago, and I have time to stabilize my future. I heard those few sounds of swords and dragons roaring, and I had some understanding. I was afraid that I was close to the edge of the sixth level."
At the age of less than thirty-five, he broke through the fifth level and the sixth level, and the word "Chuan" on Ying Ruge's brow became more three-dimensional. He also stretched out his hand, and his body shape was as straight as a pole like Zhong Xihou.
The beans usually fall out in one fell swoop.
At first sight, yellow flowers were dancing in the wind, white clouds were gathering in the sky, the color was about to be dark, or there was thunder, but then he saw Ying Ruge kneeling on the ground, vomiting out a mouthful of black blood. Zhong Xihou knew that something was not good, he clenched his right hand into a fist, and the wind suddenly came.
Go. Lower your body, turn your fists into palms, and place them against Ying Ruge's back, continuously integrating your body cultivation into Ying Ruge's body. After nearly a quarter of an hour, Ying Ruge's breath became smooth.
Sure enough, Yan Xiao is Yan Xiao. This old monster who has lived for who knows how long is not something that juniors like them can guess.
"It's better to wait for the day when the lockdown is lifted."
Ying Ruge also nodded. He suddenly thought of a question, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and asked: "Master Hou, if one day you can change the owner of the country, will you..."
Before he finished speaking, he heard laughter and heard Zhong Xihou say: "I don't even want the beautiful pictures of mountains and rivers, let alone study the ink and prepare the paintings."
After listening to the song, Ying Ruge was relieved of her concerns at first.
Then I heard Zhong Xihou say: "I have never thought about the change of ownership of the country. How can you guarantee that the sleeping old dragon has never thought about swallowing the sun and moon in his mouth and changing the day and night with the palm of his hand?"
After listening to the song, Ying Ruge actually straightened her brows, smiled, and said in an inexplicably gentle voice: "The old Dragon King may have this intention, but I'm afraid the little fox won't do it."
This time, Zhong Xihou frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"
"Don't forget, he has an older brother, Mo Ming!"
Zhong Xihou couldn't help but feel a little bitter. If this answer could be regarded as the answer?
Later, Zhong Xihou also smiled with relief, and this answer was naturally regarded as the answer.
The little fox has an elder brother, Mo Ming; he has a junior brother, Ying Ruge!
"Junior brother, there are many worries in life. But now that it's over, why worry and ask for anything?"
Ying Ruge listened without saying a word, it was over, why worry and ask for anything? What he was thinking in his mind now was not the Mohist school, not the Mu Han Tower, not the path of cultivating immortals, or the path of martial arts. What he was thinking in his mind was,
There is only that incomparably beautiful girl, Qin Yue'er.
The Lord of the West traveled east, met Shen Luan, and asked: Where is the pure land in the war map world? Shen Luan said: "Why worry about a hundred gods, painting and calligraphy in the mountains and rivers?" The Lord of the West promised and returned.