The next morning, a white horse and a young man in splendid robes returned to the Mojia Villa together with the kitchen boy who had returned from going down the mountain to buy vegetables. The guard guarding the door looked at it and said, "Oh, why did the young prince come so early today."
The visitor was naturally Zhu Yinuo, and the guard took a closer look at the young prince's face. His pale face was full of exhaustion, and there were dark circles under his eyes. He would probably be able to sleep for a few days and nights if given a bed.
The guard was right. Zhu Yinuo got off his horse, threw the riding whip to the guard, and walked towards Zhu Yinuo's private room in Tianshui Villa. The guard took the riding whip and stroked the mane of the white horse Feichen, and Xiao Feichen rushed
After a night of traveling, I was so exhausted that I was about to close my eyes and fall asleep, but being caressed like this by the guard made me turn my lips and moan a few times in comfort.
Zhu Yinuo yawned and walked quickly. In the end, he couldn't see the road or the person clearly, and knocked a person to the ground. Zhu Yinuo apologized repeatedly and squatted down to help the person up.
. Then I opened my eyes wide and saw, haha, why is it this girl?
The person who was knocked down was indeed a girl, but she was not from the Mo family.
The girl was wearing a white and red light shirt today. When she saw that the young prince who bumped into her was the young prince of Jinling City, she immediately did not dare to say a word, so she had to hold her hands in front of her lower abdomen and lower her head slightly, like a dog that had been taught a lesson.
rabbit.
"Little prince, it's not in the way, it's not in the way, it's my fault..."
"So you are here too, and so is Daxia Zhong. Where is he?"
When he came to Mo County, the matter started with Yan Hu Deliang. Zhu Yinuo was very angry with Yan Hu Deliang. This barbarian promised to teach him his sword skills, but he never saw anyone at Zhong Xihou's house several times.
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Then he simply invited Yan Hude to the Forbidden City, and then someone answered his questions. But what a coincidence, for some reason, there was still someone in the Forbidden City who would send a letter to Yan Hude. This was good, and he left without saying goodbye.
The ability to fly pigeons is even less than that of Li Jia Sanlang.
Mo Ming left Jinling without saying hello to him. The Sanlang of the Li family also came to Mo County for some reason, and the Erlang of the Li family also started studying behind closed doors for some reason. I was really bored, so I had to rush to Mo County to have some fun.
It's all fun, ever since he started practicing Jiuxing Feifu again, he felt that he was getting better and his swordsmanship improved greatly. What he hoped for most now was a nod from his uncle and the Taoist priest with the wolf fang mask.
Seeing that this little girl is at Tianshui Villa, Marquis Zhong Xi must be there too. It would be a good idea to consult with Marquis Zhong Xi to see how good his swordsmanship is.
The person who was hit by Zhu Yinuo was one of the two women who were rewarded by King Jinling to Marquis Zhongxi. She was not the dancing girl named Zang Yan, but the Qin girl whose name Zhu Yinuo still didn't know.
Qin Ji said intermittently: "No, yes, the Marquis is here, the Marquis is here..."
Zhu Yinuo frowned, why was Qin Ji so squeaky today? Could it be that he was afraid that he would take her back to the Jinling Palace?
"Wow, did the young prince come last night?" A voice sounded surprised and surprised. Zhu Yinuo looked for the sound and found, as expected, it was Qu'er, a girl like a cat spirit.
When Qin Ji saw Qu'er coming, she also avoided Zhu Yinuo and slipped away.
Qu'er watched Qin Ji leave, frowned slightly, walked to Zhu Yinuo, pointed in the direction Qin Ji left, and asked: "Who is this person? Where did the young prince steal the little girl..."
When Zhu Yinuo heard this, he pretended to be angry, and immediately picked up Qu'er and spun around in circles. It was unclear whether Qu'er was amused or frightened, and he kept laughing strangely.
After traveling all night, Zhu Yinuo was really tired and put down the song. He left Lincheng more than two years ago and has only been back for less than half a year.
Suddenly I discovered that the little girl who looked like a maid and a sister had also grown.
Hmm, pretty good, like a lady from a wealthy family.
"I really don't know what this little girl's name is. She used to be Qin Ji in the house, but was later given to Zhong Xihou by her grandfather. Hey, where is Zhong Xihou? He is in Zhuangzi, right?"
Qu'er nodded. Zhu Yinuo was about to ask where Zhong Xihou was, but Qu'er interrupted him: "Okay, okay, look at how you are now. If Madam sees you, she will definitely blame me for not taking good care of you."
You, go and have a rest first. The city lord of the West will stay in Zhuangzi for a day or two, so you can go find him later."
Zhu Yinuo was indeed more tired after receiving such concern from Qu'er, and his sleepiness suddenly made his eyelids feel as heavy as a thousand pounds. After teasing Qu'er some more, he walked towards his private room.
"By the way, young prince, the young master of the Li family is also at the house these days, how about..."
"I knew it earlier, let him dig into his crotch and disappear."
Qu'er chuckled, but stared at the direction Qin Ji left. She had not heard that besides the young man in purple, Zhong Xihou also brought others to Mo's house.
Although Qu'er has an extraordinary status in the Mohist family, even though she grew up in the Mohist family since she was a child, and she and his wife share the same love as mother and daughter, she is still a maid after all. Now, although she is not the head maid, she still has the same authority as the head maid.
On weekdays, I just serve young lady Yin Li in her daily life. However, as usual, I got up early and went to the kitchen, asked the cook and the cook to prepare Yucheng snacks. I got a basin of warm water and a box of vanilla and went to Yin Li's residence first.
Young Madam Yin Li had finished dressing up. This morning, she heard from the servants that the owner of the village had gone out, but Madam still closed the door and saw no visitors. Yin Li didn't need to go to say hello, so she followed her heart and immediately went to the doctor's office to see Mo Ming.
When they arrived at the hospital, it was really dumbfounding. Zhu Yinuo didn't even go to his own room, and squeezed into the same bed with the seriously injured Mo Ming. This guy didn't take off his boots and robe, so he occupied half of the bed and more.
Lying on the bed, his left hand was placed on Mo Ming's abdomen, and his right hand made a fist and raised his thumb, which was being sucked continuously like a pacifier.
Qu'er couldn't help but find it funny when she saw it.
The young prince is really a boy who won't grow up.
Then she frowned, put her hands on her hips, and was about to twist Zhu Yinuo's ears, but was stopped by Yin Li.
Qu'er looked at it again and realized that although most of the bed was occupied, Mo Ming still slept peacefully.
"Didn't you also say that Xiao Yinuo has liked to stick to Ming Lang since he was a child? I'm afraid he had to travel all night to get here from Jinling. If he is exhausted, let him rest more."
Qu'er walked out with Yin Li, sighing sadly and feeling wronged for Yin Li. Her big, watery eyes looked even more innocent and pitiful.
"Young madam, you see that the young village master finally came back from Jinling and was seriously injured. You should be the one to accompany him. This Zhu Yinuo is still so ignorant of the ways of the world."
Yin Li saw Qu'er stomping her feet and pouting, and couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh, and pinched Qu'er's face gently. This girl is indeed kind-hearted, gentle and considerate. Perhaps, she also wanted to repay Mo Ming for picking her up.
kindness.
"You girl, you should talk to mother, find a good family for you, and kick you out of the Mo family."
Qu'er was unhappy and was about to argue again when she heard a voice.
"Young lady, you did get up early."
Looking along the sound, it was Zhong Xihou, the lord of Xidi City. He was the only one, and the little follower in purple robe was behind him like a tail.
After Yin Li saluted, she said softly and respectfully: "City Lord Zhong got up early too."
"You Mo family, how come your pillows are stuffed with tea leaves? It's hard to say whether they are hard or soft, or whether they are soft or soft."
When Qu'er heard this, she burst out laughing, but in a ladylike manner, covering her mouth with her slender hands. Mo Qu'er, who was a servant but didn't look like a servant, said in a playful voice: "The pillows in our Mojia Zhuangzi are not soft.
Hard, that’s just right. Hey, Daxia Zhong can’t sleep on a pillow with moderate hardness and softness, so what kind of pillow does Daxia Zhong like?”
When asked jokingly, Zhong Xihou rubbed his chin with his fingers, as if he was thinking about it carefully, and heard him say: "The most comfortable thing is naturally the purple bamboo pillow in the Lord's Mansion of Gucheng."
"Ah? The bamboo pillow is cold and hard. Can it be comfortable?"
In response to Qu'er's question, Zhong Xihou just laughed. This was just a few words after morning greetings. But now that he mentioned his purple bamboo pillow, Zhong Xihou couldn't help but touch the back of his head. Indeed, only relying on
Only by wearing it can you sleep peacefully.
Zhong Xihou was wearing a loose orange robe, with an ice-blue sword hanging on his waist, Tingyu. He went to the study of the sword master of the Mo family, preparing to visit the old man again.
When he got up in the morning, Hua Shaohong asked him why he risked the safety of the city that never sleeps for a woman who had been dead for several years.
Zhong Xihou did not answer, or in other words, he really did not know how to answer.
If everyone in the world thinks the same way as you Hua Shaohong, that would be great.
Thinking about it again, Zhong Xihou actually smiled, red, red, red, if you knew that the strong wind was blowing, would you betray yourself for your surname?
If the purpose is really as Honghong said, then indeed, giving up the responsibility of being the leader of a city for a woman who has been dead for several years, is it really something that should be done, rather than something that cannot be done?
Zhong Xihou told Hua Shaohong a story. This story was told to him by an ugly man, an ugly Taoist who used a gun and a flute.
A long time ago, there was a kind of bird. Its wings were not wide enough or long enough, so it could only keep flapping its wings when flying. Although it took more effort to fly than other birds, it still enjoyed being able to fly between heaven and earth.
Soaring. However, one day, it fell into the hunter's trap by mistake, and its leg was bitten off by the iron tiger. It became a bird without feet. A bird without feet can only keep flying and flying, and it will never be able to fly.
Stop, because it has no legs to stop it.
The story is very cliche and should have ended here, but the young Zhong Xihou saw the woman who was as beautiful as a fairy. She sewed a cotton pad with her own hands and tied it to the belly of a white falcon without legs.
The white falcon flapped its wings and flew high into the sky, then traveled around the world and then came back. Since this white falcon had no legs, it could only flap its wings to slow down, slowly descend, and finally use its belly with a cotton pad tied around it.
Landing.
Zhong Xihou didn't understand that since the white falcon had lost its legs, it would definitely not be able to live well in the outside world. Saving it for a while would only make it suffer more torture when it was about to die. What was the point?
After returning from a sword fight, Zhong Nanyan went to Taowu to pick him up. Zhong Xihou lay on his adoptive father's back and asked, why did the sister want to save the white falcon?
Zhong Nanyan replied, chivalrous!
Hua Shaohong was confused. There was a white falcon without legs and a bird with short wings. No, it was a bird with no legs and short wings.
Besides being both birds, what else do they have to do with each other?
Hua Shaohong didn't ask, he naturally understood that Zhong Xihou had already made a decision.
In the study room, Zhong Xihou and the old man only drank three or two cups of bitter tea after entering. Both of them were silent. Finally, a volume of "Baiyun Sword Art" with added annotations was taken out from a dust-sealed iron box, and the old man handed it over respectfully.
Gave it to Zhong Xihou.
If Hua Shaohong was by his side, he would not stop it because he could not stop it.
If he saw the old man gifting Baiyun Sword Technique to Marquis Zhongxi, he would be even more curious as to why the Mo family had Fairy Baiyun's sword technique in the archives. On the other hand, since what the Marquis needed was Baiyun Sword Technique, why didn't he make a deal with Brother Ying?
But he decided to come to the Mo family.
It is really incomprehensible that the majestic lord of a city in the West actually came to the next city to work as a thug for a Jianghu Villa.
Zhongxihou would not guess what Hua Shaohong would think. This little guy broke a mountain bird order for him, Zhongxihou.
The old man drank tea and looked at Zhong Xihou.
Zhong Xihou stared at Baiyun's swordsmanship, wondering
The bitter tea in the cup has long since cooled down.
After noon, the young prince of Jinling got up lazily. When he opened his eyes, he saw that his brother was suffocated by him, and he just gave him an eight-toothed grin.
Zhu Yinuo was about to chat with Mo Ming on the bed, but Mo Ming reminded him that the boy's sword bones had changed slightly, but Jiuxing Feifu had made progress. Only then did Zhu Yinuo suddenly realize that he should go to Zhong Xihou. Now
He doesn't dare to say that he can fight against the middle-level swordsman Yi Shuihan, but he is confident that he can fight dozens of moves. Given time, he may actually win.
Zhu Yinuo left the medical clinic, and Mo Ming naturally found peace.
In the stillness of the night, he could clearly feel the inexplicable sword energy coming out of Zhu Yinuo unconsciously. That sword energy was as sharp as a sickle and extremely domineering.
The strong wind of the wind sickle is indeed a bit like the falling stars, but where does the suffocating tyranny of Mount Tai come from?
Mo Ming didn't know, and had never encountered him. Everyone has their own destiny, and it was indeed impossible for him to protect him throughout his life. For example, when he met someone like Mr. Badou again.
After thinking about this, Mo Ming's lips curled up slightly, feeling relieved.
Let's talk about Zhu Yinuo. He didn't wash up after leaving the hospital. He was so heartless that he caught a servant and asked where Zhong Xihou was.
Finally, I found Zhong Xihou in the study. Without any etiquette, he opened the door and entered directly. His excitement shocked the old man of the Mo family. What kind of fun is this little brat doing on his own?
After all, Zhu Yinuo is a descendant of the Jinling Zhu family, and Yu Li can be considered a professor since childhood. Although he was already very excited, when he saw the old man, he still bowed respectfully and bowed to the old man.
The old man waved his hand, chuckled, and said, "Did the young prince pick up any martial arts secrets today?"
When Zhu Yinuo heard this, he immediately changed from a teachable junior to a dishonest junior. He gestured like a monkey and described the causes and consequences. Only then did he realize that he had left the Double Dragon Sword in the hospital.
What a pity, what a pity, this Zhu Yinuo didn't notice after all that the old man was smiling at him, that kind of smile, but it was as if he was looking at the son of an old friend.
"Oh, a Taoist with a wolf-tooth mask? The young prince is extremely lucky."
Naturally, Zhong Xihou heard the cause and effect clearly, and also understood why in Jinling City that day, his third-rate and difficult skills were able to beat Qu Tianqin to leave angrily. The master behind this was indeed a perfect fit for Zhu Yinuo.
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Thinking about it this way, I can't help but sigh to myself, Junior Brother, Junior Brother, you are really a good brother who is dedicated to his responsibilities.
Naturally, Zhong Xihou and the old man understood Zhu Yinuo's intention, but this time, before Zhong Xihou could stand up, the old man also stood up. The old man shook his loose black robe and smoothed back his hair that was scattered by the wind.
This time, not only Zhong Xihou, but also Zhu Yinuo also noticed that the old man he had known since childhood looked particularly good today.
I saw the old man's left hand behind his waist, and the two fingers of his right hand formed a sword. With a single wave, he cut off one or two thumb-thick bamboos in the garden. Then a series of exquisite air blades chopped the bamboo into pieces.
Two three-and-a-half-foot bamboo sticks.
Then he saw that the old man's hands were like claws and he had already held two bamboo sticks firmly in his hands. He handed one of them to Zhu Yinuo, and his meaning was very clear.
Although this is not the purpose of Zhu Yinuo coming here, it is not bad. Okay, let Zhong Xihou know his progress today.
Zhong Xihou watched two figures, one black and one white, fighting in the garden. The white figure would curse from time to time. Naturally, these scoldings were not directed at people, nor were they aggressive. They were all "Niang Xi" and "Too Dog".
” and so on and so on.
The black shadow was old and disrespectful today. He always let Bai Ying take advantage of the situation, but when the crisis was approaching, he always used clever tricks to avert the danger, making Bai Ying so angry that he almost wanted to kill someone.
Zhong Xihou admired the old man's ever-changing swordsmanship, which was as invisible as water, and he became interested in Zhu Yinuo, who had made great progress in his swordsmanship not long after their separation.
There are indeed some unfathomable masters under Ying Ruge, but not all of them are as useless as that Kang Jinlong.
However, what Zhong Xihou was even more interested in and confused about was the old man's hand that turned into a claw just now. Was that the red "Nayun Hand"?
About half an hour later, Zhu Yinuo was so tired that his white robe was soaked and stuck to his skin. His body was already lying on the ground in a large shape, with his tongue hanging out and breathing heavily like a small hunting dog.
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What a good boy, I can barely stand up and I'm still holding on to that bamboo stick.
Zhong Xihou also stood up, but he joked: "Since the young prince is exhausted, why not send someone back to the wing to rest, and I went down the mountain."
Zhong Xihou was naturally teasing him, and it was true that Zhu Yinuo quit and immediately rolled like a carp, standing straight and holding the bamboo stick behind his back in a "please" motion.
Zhong Xihou chuckled, and did not ask the old man for a bamboo stick. He saw that the West City Lord also had his left hand behind his waist, and the two fingers of his right hand formed a sword. It seemed that this was still too much of an advantage, so he actually closed his eyes.
Zhu Yinuo was not happy. He was looking down on himself too much. Before he could speak, the old man laughed out loud and said, "Young prince, if you can resist City Lord Zhong's move, I will ask someone to create one for you."
How about a sword similar to a flying kite?"
When Zhu Yinuo heard this, he thought, what? Fei Yuan? Although Fei Yuan is not a famous sword, it is not even ranked in the top 300 of Zhiwubuyan famous sword manuals, but Fei Yuan is a fast sword that is extremely suitable for fast swordsmen.
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A move?
Zhu Yinuo adjusted his posture, as if it was a preparatory move for the "Qian Mo Lin Luan" move.
But, helpless, Zhong Xihou did not intend to release the water, only to see that the orange robe was filled with wind, and he did not move again.
When the sword thrust out, it was like a cultivator riding on the wind, graceful and graceful, and like a tiger descending from the mountain, with the power of a mountain and a sea overwhelming a city.