Mr. Badou made no move, his eyes were contemptuous, but he later heard her say: "Good boy, your right hand still has some secrets. Such an unexpected gain, in the face of the huge disparity in strength, is useless!"
As soon as these words came out, Mo Ming couldn't help but his eyelids twitched slightly, while Li Ganghong looked at the two of them with a confused expression.
"Sometimes, when I get drunk, I really envy people like you."
However, Li Mo and Li Mo heard a hint of sadness in their tone, and this sadness also made them resonate unconsciously.
"Do you know how it feels to be in an academy with nearly a hundred disciples, but no one is below you, and everyone is disgusted and disgusted by you? Do you know that others can see ten lines in their eyes and never forget them, but I am a stick in the head and a cone in the buttocks, year after year.
Years ago, you still can’t read a book of "Li"?"
Do you know that others can play music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and others are men of letters? Do you know that others can be distinguished by their courtesy, shooting, and numbers?
The horse has traveled a thousand miles, and is miserable and sorrowful. How can a good horse understand?
Mr. Badou's eyes showed a fierce light again, but Li Ganghong saw that the murderous intention was a little lighter, and he heard her continue: "In the beginning, people are supposed to be equal, why do some people always have extraordinary talents and not cherish them, but we,
I practice hard but still only get a few sneers, I don’t accept it, I don’t accept it!”
The ink color of the sword in Mo Ming's hand faded, and gradually turned into the silvery white of an ordinary sword. He also lost the murderous intention towards Mr. Badou. Just as he was about to speak, something changed, and suddenly the sky was full of wind and snow. Snowflakes were like darts, flying from the sky.
After a hundred miles, the person in the bull's-eye was none other than Mo Ming.
Li Ganghong looked at Mr. Badou angrily, and Mr. Badou also had a blank look on his face. Could this be the Qinglan Tribulation?
Impossible. She has worked hard for the Qinglan level for thirty years and has never encountered a catastrophe. This brat is only in his twenties. It won’t be long before he enters the Qinglan level. Suddenly, she understood and she laughed.
. She looked at Mo Ming again, feeling a sense of sympathy for him. She nodded slightly and smiled with satisfaction.
Mr. Badou let go of his sword and saw that her whole body was dark, like a peacock spreading its tail with black feathers.
I laughed up to the sky several times and listened to his heroic words: "Heaven wants to accept you because you broke the rules of heaven. I will save you because you don't follow the rules of heaven!"
I saw Mr. Badou's thousands of black feathers turning into flying blades, spinning around the three people for a foot, and the black feather flying blades turned into a ball surrounding the three people. Li Ganghong closed his eyes and listened carefully to the handover of the weapons.
, like a bloodthirsty battlefield.
The sound of metal hitting each other became faster and louder. He opened his eyes and saw that Mr. Badou was already straining his strength and was slightly relaxed. He was afraid that the three of them would die at the same time due to the flying snow.
At this moment, something unexpected happened again. White light shrouded the wind and snow, and a swordsman in white leaped out of the light. The three-foot long sword in his hand was as clear as snow, and the handsome man's handsome appearance was like a shooting star in the dark night, dazzling and attractive.
Seeing this white shadow, Mo Ming felt relieved, but when he relaxed a little, his body weighed as much as a thousand pounds, and the Mo Yu sword in his hand fell to the ground, and he fell vertically.
The swordsman in white knew that he could not delay any longer, so he devoted himself to cultivating himself and put the flawless white sword in his hand. He slashed with the sword, and the sword's radiance seemed to tear the sky apart.
The wind and snow dispersed, and Mr. Badou also dispersed the black feathers. Similarly, after relaxing, he couldn't help but kneel down on one knee and began to breathe heavily.
She lowered her head and looked at the young master of the Mo family who had fainted. Or is this the so-called "the world is unkind and treats all things as stupid dogs"?
How to understand this sentence? Does it mean that God is unmerciful and treats all things as lifeless tributes? Or, in the eyes of God, all things are equal, neither noble nor base?
I have never thought about giving up the Qinglan Realm, starting all over again, and breaking through the Hongmeng from the Great Desolation, or that one day I will be lucky enough to obtain the Fourth Level Realm, or the Fifth Level Realm, but I will die if I can't survive the catastrophe.
But, how come there are so many juniors in the world who broke through the primordial era at a young age, and then entered the role of Hongmeng and faced the catastrophe of heaven at the age of just three years old? How can such a proud man of heaven make people not jealous and resentful!
But, boy, since you have entered the Qinglan realm, and after more than ten years, your realm will be stable, and it will be equivalent to the fifth level of the Hongmeng realm, why do you still try to break through the Hongmeng realm? Is it because this fake Hongmeng five realms cannot satisfy you?
Or, is there someone who doesn't want to just see you stay in this clear realm?
Mr. Badou looked at the swordsman in white. He had a delicate face and a thin figure. Even if he looked closely, it was still difficult to distinguish between male and female.
The white-clothed swordsman looked at him with no hatred or murderous intent in his eyes. Similarly, just as his gender was invisible, there was no trace of emotion in his eyes.
"Are you You Lingxi?" Li Ganghong asked. Although he is a member of Yi Shuihan, he is a Shadow Guard. Although he is a Shadow Guard, his first identity is that he is the direct grandson of the Li family, a counselor in Lincheng.
The three giants of Yi Shuihan, the relatively common Thunder Niu and another elusive Blood Phoenix that he had never seen before. What he was more curious about was You Lingxi who always saved Mo Ming's life when he was in danger.
You Lingxi occasionally appears in Yi Shuihan, and the tasks he performs are extremely dangerous.
It is said that he can defeat Lord Leng, but it is also said that he is nothing more than a Yin spirit.
You Lingxi clenched his sword and walked towards Mr. Badou, his intention was obvious.
Li Gang
Li Ganghong stopped him by calling out. With this call, the wound on his abdomen that had been penetrated by the wind opened slightly, and the blood dyed the green shirt even redder. The pain was unbearable, but Li Ganghong still opened his mouth and called out to You Lingxi first:
"Brother Ming hates hatred more than he knows kindness. Although she came to attack me and me, she still saved the two of us. The grudge is balanced by grudge. Now I am afraid that Brother Ming is unwilling to kill him."
You Lingxi lowered his head and looked at Li Ganghong, wondering why he was inexplicably familiar with this man.
When did he become familiar with this person? This doubt lasted only a moment. He turned to look at Mr. Badou again, but still showed no emotion. He picked the sword that Li Ganghong had pulled out of his body and dropped on the ground towards Mr. Badou, meaning
It couldn't be easier to understand, either go or get out.
Mr. Badou picked it up and destroyed it. Her wretched appearance was no longer the nimble and well-behaved girl from the south of the Yangtze River. Her fair and clean face and clothes were dirty with mud, her hair was messy, and there was unwiped black blood at the corners of her mouth.
She dragged her sword and left without leaving a word, whether she was grateful, or whether she would be merciless when we meet again.
Li Ganghong looked at the back of the person who was leaving. What was the story of her life?
The green-shirted scholar was suddenly curious. He had never been so curious about anything in the past twenty-six years. Now this curiosity that had been stored for twenty-six years suddenly exploded, but it was because of a woman. A fellow who was originally going to kill him.
Mo Ming's woman, a woman who may be older than his mother or even his grandmother.
Li Ganghong stabilized his breathing. Although the wound on his abdomen was serious, he was lucky to have avoided the critical point. He should be fine after adjusting his breathing for a few months or half a year.
He looked at You Lingxi, still bookish, and bowed respectfully, saying: "Since you are You Lingxi, sir, you may send Ming brother back to the Mo family."
You Lingxi tilted his head slightly, and his meaning was very clear. He was asking, what about you?
You Lingxi may not have feelings, but Mo Ming doesn't believe that he really doesn't have feelings.
Li Ganghong also believed that You Lingxi had feelings, otherwise why would he care about his injuries?
"If you can, sir, please tell Brother Ming on your behalf, for my brother..." Li Ganghong paused, hesitated for a long time, and then slowly said, "A common man, Li Ganghong, aspires to travel around the world and calligraphy and painting all over the world. Or
From now on, we won’t have the opportunity to enjoy pine trees and paint bamboos together, but look at him and take care of him.”
You Lingxi carried Mo Yujian on his back together with his own flawless three-foot sword, and then hugged Mo Ming, who had fallen asleep.
The scene was quite interesting. A man in white who was less than seven feet tall was carrying a pair of black and white swords and holding a young man in black who was nearly eight feet across. You Lingxi stopped and spoke. He left two words,
Then there was wind under his feet, and soon his shadow disappeared.
Take care of yourself!
Li Ganghong picked up his green sword. Looking at the sword that looked like a sword, he couldn't help but sigh. He took off the scroll he was carrying and unfolded it. He sat under a pine tree and started
Look at this painting carefully.
It was a picture of various aspects of the human world in Jinling City, with long streets and flowery buildings, a young man in bright clothes and an angry horse who was blocked by a government officer, a shy and lovable young lady, and two people standing side by side with hundreds of people.
There are soldiers patrolling the city, there are peasant women raising local chickens by selling local chickens on the street, and there are blacksmiths working with hammers in the west of the city, there are...
Li Ganghong grinned and laughed, his smile was clean and he felt more indifferent to the world. He put the painting back into the painting tube and began to look at his green sword again.
This sword is the only work that Mo Sang completed in his life, and it is also a weak gift from the head of the Mo family to his humble subordinate.
He said: "The sword is the swordsman's closest companion, and their names should not be given by the person who forged the sword."
It's been six years and I still don't know what to call you.
"How about I call you Qingyan?"
Li Ganghong looked at the sword in his hand. He laughed a little too much this time and vomited a mouthful of blood. Naturally, his abdomen was in severe pain. He put the newly named Qingyan back into the painting tube and held it in his hand.
. He stood up and looked at the pine tree, then turned around and looked at the village at the foot of the mountain.
The wind blows and it's cold.
I also saw the two fingers of his right hand united as a sword, swinging four swords in succession, cutting off the vines on the stone wall next to the pine tree. He held his breath and concentrated for about a quarter of an hour, and then waved his sword fingers again.
The wind blows away the debris on the stone wall, see:
Laughing at the mortal world, one knows and hates life, and sees everything change in an instant.
Where can I find the rivers and mountains in the world? The wandering people are worried about where the swallows will go.
The west wind blows away so much love and hatred, and the calligraphy and painting cannot express the chivalrous spirit.
After finishing three sentences, his two fingers did not move again. Finally, he smiled and dispersed the sword energy.
But in the next moment, the sword finger came out again, dug a hole in the stone wall, took the painting tube in his hand, and sealed it with earth and stone. His hand slowly touched the stone wall, there was no cry or sigh, but he was laughing like a madman.
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Li Ganghong looked in the direction of Tianshui Villa again and couldn't help but laugh at himself: "Brother Ming, you and I have been brothers for many years, but today my brother has evil thoughts and wants to take your life. He is really not worthy of being a human being. Since he is a minister, he cannot take action against His Royal Highness. It is so dark.
It’s up to my brother to get rid of this person like Necked Crane for you.”
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Li Ganghong, the direct grandson of the Li family in Lingcheng, just hummed a tune and went down the mountain with a crazy smile.
No matter whether Mr. Badou appears today or not, after today, there will no longer be that young master in blue shirt in the world.
I want to calligraphy and painting mountains and rivers thousands of miles away, and beautiful scenery walking in blue shirts.
I want to sing on the piano for eternity, but the afterglow will never return.
One day is divided into day and night. Although the hours of day and night are not equal, they always alternate. The night of this day came just as on time. However, on this night, a young master slipped out of Jinling City.
Naturally, there was only one person who dared to leave the city after the night ban and no one dared to stop him, Zhu Yinuo.
Riding on the white horse Feichen and carrying the magnificent double dragon sword, these idiots left Jinling and set off along the official road straight to Mo County.
Although the young prince felt happy with his sword, he suffered a lot for the team guarding the city. The guard general was dismissed from his post and innocently had to eat three months of prison meals. The remaining eleven pawns were sent to Luo County after thirty years of cane.
Lincheng is divided into four counties, thirty-six prefectures and 288 counties. Luo County is the most remote among the 288 counties. It is also a small place that often has friction with Yucheng.
When Zhu Jiannan heard that his grandfather was punishing him like this, he felt that it was too severe, but he did not dare to disobey. He had to take the order privately. The eleven people who were assigned to the army could retire in Luo County after one year, and their fields would be allocated according to their military ranks.
House.
Zhu Jiannan put down the letter in his hand. Tonight, the face of the Jinling Crown Prince looked worse than usual.
Although the bodyguard Lei Niu beside him was as straight as a bronze statue as before, his pair of black moves glanced at the Crown Prince from time to time, which explained everything.
Zhu Jiannan clapped his hands gently, and a swordsman in blue appeared from nowhere and knelt on one knee in front of his desk.
"San Heng, call your brothers. Your team will set off from Mo County immediately to catch up with the young prince."
The swordsman Yi Shuihan, who was called San Heng, hesitated for a few moments and asked: "Your Highness, may you use..."
Before the swordsman finished speaking, Zhu Jiannan nodded, indicating his agreement. Sanheng stood up, cupped his fists and saluted, and then his figure flashed again, and he came out of the Jinling Crown Prince's study from nowhere.
Zhu Jiannan took off a langhao pen, dipped it in ink and prepared to write, and when he started writing, he seemed to be talking to himself: "Knowing everything can make you famous in the world, just like the 'Xiangrubang' of the literati, and like the overwhelming country and the overwhelming city."
The 'Xishi List', the 'Qingfeng List' coveted by swordsmen all over the world, or the 'Wanfu List' where all kinds of weapons are accepted, or the 'Hui Luan List' of the martial arts descendants who were once listed on Ming's brother. But it can be
What does this have to do with me..."
Zhu Jiannan wrote three characters in total, but he was not satisfied with his calligraphy.
He was always resentful that Li Ganghong, the boy from the Li family, had surpassed him in calligraphy. However, his jealousy was not unknown. He looked at the three words he had just written: "In the fog"
flower".
I know that there is another list, but I don’t let the world know about it, the "Flower in the Mist List". It records the sects and organizations in the dark world that are unknown to everyone in the world. For example, Zhu Jiannan’s Yi Shuihan is exactly like this.
The dark world organization ranked second on the Flower in the Mist list.
There are thousands of warriors in the world, and most of them are swordsmen. But if an organization is full of swordsmen, and the swordsmen are all at the top of the Yuanzu, who is in charge of such an organization? It is really puzzling.
A wise man always knows everything and has investigated numerous families. The reason for excluding the King of Jinling is very simple. Isn't the dark force that the Zhu family of Jinling King has been supporting in the world the Mo family's Tianshui Villa in Mo County?
A world is only as big as this one. There is Mojiazhuang in the open and Yi Shuihan in the dark. Even if a wise man knows everything, he dare not guess.
Zhu Jiannan put away the fan. He really didn't understand his grandfather's decision today. He searched through thousands of volumes of secrets in his study and still couldn't find the answer, so he had to follow it.
Lei Niu put the fox-fur cloak on the prince, and listened to the pale-faced prince singing: "Come on, come on, we swordsmen will follow this king to Mo County to meet the new master... Yeah
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As soon as I finished speaking, the study was packed with people. Some were kneeling on one knee, leaning against the bookshelf or wall with their eyes closed, and some were sitting on the beams holding foxtail grass in their mouths...
These people have different appearances and temperaments. The only similarity is that they all wear green clothes and carry long swords on their backs.
Zhu Jiannan took the dramatic facial makeup from a short, slightly stooped swordsman who was obviously an old man. He put it on, and his voice suddenly changed, unusually low, but domineering: "You guys, follow me.
King, come out of the city and fight!"
Others don't know, so why don't Thunder Niu know. He is just entrusted by others to protect him, and he should never interfere with the decision-making.
I really don’t understand why the love of brotherhood cannot withstand a trace of suspicion. Why does this suspicion, which has no roots and no results, need to be killed.
When the black-necked crane came, Thunder Niu was nearby. When he heard the report, Zhu Jiannan's expression was hard to tell.
It's a pity that the crazy woman lost her hand, or she's secretly happy that her younger brother's skills are astonishing.