Besides, Shu Nan was different from other attendants in the city lord's palace. He did not have to stand when Zhong Xihou was sitting. Zhong Xihou also knew that he was a person who should not be underestimated. Shu Nan drank tea made from desert chamomile and looked at Yuxiao Taoist's words.
This book is given by Yan Xiao, just like a sword given to a hero, it should be given to those who know it.
"Ying Ruge, Peach Blossom Fairy, and that Bai Lu, help me prepare the most complete information."
"when?"
"When can you?"
"Now."
Shu Nan pulled out a jade pen from his sleeve. The end of the pen, the body of the pen, and even the brush hair were all made of sapphire. The brush hair was made of jade silk. Zhong Xihou had never seen anyone make jade with such craftsmanship.
He quickly wrote back and forth in the air, and a string of runes appeared, and turned into seven books with blue cover and white inside, which were placed on the table: "The Marquis can read it, but the Marquis also knows that the seal of the heavenly book can make the Hou
I know what I want to know. Once you know the details of a person's identity, you must not reveal even a few words to others."
Zhong Xihou opened a book, and there was a picture on the paper of a woman sitting elegantly in the court, with the word "Bai Lu" on the right.
As he looked at it, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up into a smile, full of a puzzle-solving smile. Bai Lu, Bai Lu, is actually a person with such an identity. It's so interesting.
Shu Nan pursed his lips and smiled. The Marquis had never asked him to use the Heavenly Book, even to investigate his parents and adoptive father. Now, how could he lose his temper?
What makes people miserable is knowing a secret but not being able to tell others the secret. Because when you want to tell others the secret, you find that you have forgotten the secret.
Zhong Xihou looked at Shu Nan. He knew that heroes do not ask where they came from. Just as the ancients said, "Generals have no talent, and men should strengthen themselves." He never asked Shu Nan where he came from and what his past was. He looked at Shu Nan and held it in his hands.
That jade pen. Is there really such a pen in the world that can make calligraphy and painting flourish?
"Master Hou, are you looking at the pen in my hand?"
"The last time I saw you using the Book of Heaven was not with this pen."
Shu Nan waved his hand, and the jade pen disappeared. "Literature writers like good ink, good paper, good paint, and good pens. It is not easy to find a good pen. Once you get a good pen,
Once the Heavenly Book is opened, this pen will become useless. Can Mr. Hou get used to the things he is used to disappearing in an instant?"
Zhong Xihou closed the heavenly book, turned his head and looked at the book: "When did it happen?"
"Yubi? When did the envoy from Lincheng come?"
Zhong Xihou smiled. It was rumored that the Qing Emperor's jade pen was a sacred object. It was given to the Zhu family by the Dragon Emperor when the country was founded. This King of Jinling really made the best use of everything. He didn't believe that a Lincheng Hui could not even hold down a pen.
.Think about it, if a treasure is regarded as a holy object by someone, but it is of no use to him, then he needs to find another way to show its value.
"Then, do you know anything about the young prince of the Zhu family coming to my west city?"
Shu Nan nodded, but pursed his lips and smiled: "It's still the same sentence, tell Shu Nan whether to tell him or not. This young prince may have a fight with the city lord Long Python in the future."
The fight between dragon and python? Dragon, python, fight?
The two of them were not sure how to continue the conversation, but there was an explosion, and the ground shook. The explosion came from the ancient forest in Night City, and the water of Night Lake made huge ripples, and the swimming objects in the lake jumped out of the lake one after another, causing ripples for a long time.?
"Someone is coming!"
"Wait a minute!"
Zhong Xihou looked at Shu Nan, not knowing what kind of fame this man wanted. Seeing his eyes turning left and right, he understood and dismissed the servant. Shu Nan took out the jade pen again and continued to write back and forth in the air as before.
Huahua, what came out this time was not seven blue books, but a six-foot-high and half-foot-wide glass
Glass mirror.
As the jade pen touched the mirror lightly, the original five-color colored glaze instantly faded into silver, and the picture inside gradually emerged.
In the ancient forest, I saw a man wearing a black wooden mask and red clothes fighting with seven or eight men in black. The opponent was still at a disadvantage due to the large number of people. The corpse on the ground was nearly thirty years old and had a thin figure.
He was once one of Zhong Xihou's ears and eyes. He couldn't help but frown slightly. If one of the people on patrol was killed, who could guarantee the safety of the others?
Just look at this man in red clothes and black face. His left hand turned into the claws of a tiger and a dragon. He swept his legs with his lower body. The wind formed a swirling force and was shot out like a sharp arrow. When everyone stood up, he swung his left hand across the body, forcibly killing each person with a thick and strong body.
His legs were torn off in a manner that cannot be described as merciful.
Soon, the men in black died one after another in the hands of the man in red and black face. He grabbed the last one and strangled his neck with his arms, as if he was asking something. A dead man like this was not prepared to go back alive.
, and saw him untying his belt. Shu Nan's expression remained calm, but Zhong Xihou opened his eyes wide. The man in black had a row of "ten thousand burials" wrapped around his waist and brocade belt.
Then there was another explosion, more powerful than the previous two, the ground shook more exaggeratedly, and the picture on the glazed mirror disappeared. Zhong Xihou looked in the direction of Gu Mu Lin, he knew who the man in red clothes and black face was.
I'm afraid it's his junior brother, Ying Ruge, whom I've never heard of before.
Such harm is still very much alive. This little junior brother is indeed an immortal person as rumored.
Shu Nan closed his eyes and pinched his fingers, then opened his eyes in an instant, his brows still not widening: "Master Hou, with all due respect, Yan Xiao and others cannot stay in the city that never sleeps for a long time."
"I know." He faced the ancient wood forest and unconsciously pressed his hand on the Wuyu sword on his waist. "What would a ferocious wolf do if it pounced on the sheep?" Shu Nan still frowned, and Marquis Zhongxi said slowly, "
It will kill one of the sheep, the one with sharp horns and a strong body."
"Master Hou, you..."
Zhong Xihou faced Shu Nan and just smiled without saying anything.
At the other end of the ancient wood forest, the fire was controlled within a radius of three hundred steps, as if the area here had just received heavy rain and the fire was restrained.
A piece of charcoal fell from a big tree and turned into ashes on the ground. Another piece, and another piece, until the whole tree just fell apart, and Ying Ruge was inside the tree. His clothes were in tatters and he was breathing heavily. He held it in his hand.
He was wearing a mask, and he was holding a token in his right hand. The veins on his hand had popped out, as if he wanted to crush the token.
The material of this token is ordinary, made of ordinary bronze. The decoration is not complicated. Apart from the border lines, it is a carving of a flying ape, and there is another number: two and four.
Muhan Tower is divided into thirty-six floors at the top and seventy-two pavilions at the bottom, which means Tiangang Earth Evil.
The waist plate on the 36th floor is made of bronze, and the one on the 72nd floor is replaced by pine wood.
This waist tag is a treasure. The production of these waist tags seems simple, and ordinary people would not think it is a valuable item if they pick it up. However, for some people, it is related to human life.
The people on the 24th floor of Tiangang are here, and Wanjian is something Duobao Pavilion in the building is still developing.
The treasure was exposed and the people in the building rebelled?
Ying Ruge's temples ached, as if someone had hit her with an angular stone from several feet away.
The building owner went crazy, the elders retreated, and the building people rebelled again?
His grandmother was involved in everything. If it hadn't been for someone finding Yan Xiao, he would have really planned to take Yue'er and wander around the world, forget it as a couple of gods and immortals.
"Is it painful? Do you understand my pain?"
A translucent man over nine feet tall floated out of Ying Ruge's body.
Zi, with a ferocious face, shouted and asked.
"Kill to pay for your life, give me your life!"
Another scholar with a pale complexion and a frail body floated out. His body was also translucent.
Ying Ruge put on the mask, her ears moved slightly, and asked: "Aren't you coming out?"
"I'm not sneaky either."
Another person appeared. This person's attire was somewhat similar to that of Ying Ruge. Both of them were wearing ordinary red robes. Ying Ruge's robe was almost flame-colored, while this person's robe was more like blood. Similarly, both of them were wearing red robes.
Wearing a mask, Ying Ruge's mask this time is a dragon face covering his eyes and nose, while this man's mask is a grimace covering his entire face.
"Give me your body back!"
The translucent man dressed quite similar to Ying Ruge roared like this. He wanted to strangle Ying Ruge to death, but unfortunately he didn't have a dead body and couldn't touch him at all.
Ying Ruge sat down cross-legged, and slowly put her hands from her chest to her knees. "Just stay where you are."
"In front of me, you can still meditate with peace of mind. It's really extraordinary."
He stared at Ying Ruge, the fourth, the fifth, the sixth, a total of eleven people, tall, short, fat, thin, male and female, old and young. They were all translucent, with fierce eyes.
, as if he wished he could kill the man in red in front of him with a thousand cuts.
"I can kill you once, and I can kill you a second time, and a third time!" Ying Ruge closed her eyes, and there was no movement. Her words were cold and emotionless.
This person dressed similarly to Ying Ruge actually started to become quiet, unlike the others who were generally ignorant and still looked ferocious.
When the breath adjustment of Ying Ru Ge Qi Yuan is completed, I feel quite comfortable.
With a raise of his hand, those translucent people were immediately sucked back into Yingru Ge's body. Then he choked on blood, wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, and finally felt comfortable.
Holding one hand on the big tree beside him, he couldn't help but gasp, but he thought in his heart, Master, Master, maybe you can return the things to me this time.
Zhong Xihou rode a brown horse, followed by Shu Nan, who rode a white dragon colt. Behind them were a dozen black-armored troops.
"Didn't the Marquis just say that when a wolf enters a flock of sheep, it will bite them everywhere, and the first thing it will do is kill the first sheep."
Zhong Xihou had no problem reading. He held the reins with one hand and pressed the sword on his waist with the other: "What is the wolf's biggest natural enemy?"
Shu Nan smiled slightly: "Wolf's natural enemy? I have never heard of a big colorful insect killing wild wolves."
"Then what do you listen to more?"
"If you want to count, it must be people."
"If the natural enemy of wolves is humans, then humans will not attack the sheep they raise, except when they are hungry and greedy."
"Is the Marquis relying on these sheep to make a disguise?"
Zhong Xihou's face turned to Shu Nan. Who is the wolf, who is the sheep, and who is the hunter with a bow and arrow? Will the wolf who is planning kill the hunter or the sheep in the end?
"The first lesson Qu Lao taught me is that brute force can't solve anything."
When Zhong Xihou arrived, everything was in a mess, and Ying Ruge had long since disappeared. He could only roughly judge that the junior brother was seriously injured, but he was still alive.
He ordered a search of this land. The young ancient trees here are all a hundred years old, and older trees that are thousands of years old are not uncommon. If someone destroyed his ten thousand-year-old dragon tree, it would probably be nothing more than killing his brothers and feet.
It’s different.
Shu Nang saw the signs at the scene, but couldn't help but laugh and asked: "Does the Marquis believe in ghosts and gods?"
"How to say?"
"Ask as soon as you think of it."
Shu Nan didn't answer, and Marquis Zhongxi didn't ask.