Before Zhu Yinuo could make a move, Zhong Xihou's two fingers were already close, making him unable to dodge.
When Zhong Xihou's fingers were only a fingernail's distance from the center of his eyebrows, Zhong Xihou was even more rude and flicked his fingers on Zhu Yinuo's forehead. The pain was so painful that the young prince of Jinling shrank on the ground and kept rolling. But strangely, Zhong Xihou
It was obvious that he was snapping his fingers on Zhu Yinuo's forehead, but the young prince actually felt pain all over his body.
The old man couldn't help but nodded. This ending seemed like a joke made by Zhong Xihou to tease Zhu Yinuo. But after all, he had stayed in the Mo family for decades. How could he not see that although Zhong Xihou's move was measured, it still didn't make sense.
There was indeed no mercy.
Among thousands of troops, how many sword moves can one person stab and kill an enemy general? Maybe Zhiwuwuyan has statistics, but the old man is not clear about it. Even so, the old man can still tell that this move is the same
It is also a sword style used to take the heads of enemy generals among thousands of troops. Its name may be, Flying Dragon Patrolling the Eight Wastes!
I heard that there are two swords dedicated to Wuyu swordsmanship. One is the flying swallow returning to its nest at night, and the other is the flying dragon patrolling the eight wastelands.
Everyone in the world thinks that Wuyu swordsmanship is very similar to Baiyun swordsmanship. This is indeed true. Unfortunately, Baiyun swordsmanship cannot find any similar swordsmanship between the flying swallow returning home at night and the flying dragon patrolling the eight wastes.
The flying swallow returns to its nest at night, releases everything, and pours its cultivation into the tip of the sword for surprise attacks; the flying dragon patrols the eight wastelands, transforms into a flying sword, and with great momentum, carries the mountain torrent and destroys the army in one strike.
Xiao Yinuo, Xiao Yinuo, I'm afraid you, a little brat, have to stay with your brother in the hospital for ten days and a half.
As expected, Zhu Yinuo was carried away by his servants and sent directly to the hospital.
The doctor in Zhuangzi was even more speechless after the diagnosis. Who is so bold and cruel that he dared to beat the young prince with wounds all over his body in Mojia Villa?
That's not right. Why does this injury feel like it was injured? It's wrong. Since it was injured by someone, why is the impact point not in one position, such as the common abdomen? This impact point is better like the whole body.
Yes, every inch of the front is like a point of impact.
The doctor went out of his way to report the matter to his wife. After the maid came out to report the matter, she did nothing so that the doctor could leave.
Although the doctor did not understand the cause and effect, looking back on the more than ten years he spent in the Mo family, the young prince was beaten by the village owner and had to live in the medical center for ten days and a half, eight times if not ten times. Perhaps this time it was also the village owner who was there.
When testing the young prince's kung fu, he was not sure of the right measures, and that's when the accident happened.
That’s not right. Didn’t the owner of the village travel far away?
Poor Zhu Yinuo, lying on the bed next to Mo Ming, was stunned and didn't know how he was injured, and kept muttering.
During this period, Yin Li and Qu'er also came to visit twice a day. Qu'er couldn't help but laugh at Zhu Yinuo, and Zhu Yinuo also made fun of Qu'er regardless of his image. However, he was still helpless. As long as his words went a little too far, he would
He was hit by Qu'er's small fist, maybe on the chest, maybe on the abdomen, or maybe on the thigh.
Any touch at any point would be enough to slow down Zhu Yinuo for a long time, let alone a punch.
Zhu Yinuo suddenly asked Mo Ming: "Mo Ming, do you think the world is full of people like Zhong Xihou?"
Mo Ming thought for a long time and replied: "So, not really."
Zhu Yinuo was a little disgusted with this kind of answer. It was yes or no, it was just one or two words.
He asked again, or said with emotion: "It's strange. After all, I, the little overlord of Jinling, have been traveling around the world for two years. How come I am invincible in the world, but only get beaten when I return to Lincheng?"
When Mo Ming heard this, he burst into laughter. Xiao Yinuo, Xiao Yinuo, you are of course an invincible player in the world. How did you know that those opponents had already gone to report to Underworld Dongjun before they met you.
"With a promise, I don't need you to be a king. I don't need you to be resourceful or have unparalleled martial arts. If you have a long-lasting benevolence and a mind for the world, you will be a wise master."
Zhu Yinuo sank into the cotton pad, staring at the bamboo wind chime hanging on the roof, lost in thought. After a long time, he exhaled and said: "Mo Ming, I really hate it, why can't I
Like you, we talk about realms and cultivation. Rather than being a king, I want to be a peerless master, able to dominate the world and be happy with my grudges."
The world is full of chaos, do you want to be happy with your grudges?
With the three-foot sword in my hand, I can roam the world.
Who doesn’t want to, and which martial artist doesn’t want to?
"Xiao Yinuo, if you have a chance in the future, go to Ziwei City. If you go to Ziwei City, you will still be willing to do whatever you want to do in the world, be happy with your grudges, and accompany you as my brother."
"Ziwei City?" Zhu Yinuo slowly spit out these three words. Why did Mo Ming only suggest that he go to Ziwei City?
A few years later, Zhu Yinuo, who had grown from a little overlord to a tycoon in troubled times, woke up in the middle of the night. What he was dreaming about was that he and his brother Mo Ming were riding white horses across the world, but they got lost in Ziwei City.
As for Zhong Xihou, he was still packing his belongings when Hua Shaohong, who had returned from the mountain, was extremely excited and pushed the door open without any etiquette.
Zhong Xihou couldn't help but frown. If the black coal-like face of the West City Lord frowned or showed no expression, he would become extremely serious or murderous, as if full of hostility.
"Honghong, what's the matter? Are you so flustered?"
Hua Shaohong was not afraid of Zhong Xihou's expression. At most, he would be more respectful in front of others. He did not hide his excitement, drank some water, and vomited quickly, which made Zhong Xihou feel confused.
Finally, Zhong Xihou summed it up and finally understood.
First, traces of a fight were found on the cliff not far from Mojia Villa. Judging from the sword marks, it seemed that four swordsmen were fighting, three against one.
Secondly, some of the sword marks are obviously made by Mo Yujian, which is unique to the Mohist family.
Thirdly, he went to see Mo Ming's injuries. After observing, he determined that Mo Ming's cultivation might have broken through the fourth level of Hongmeng Realm, but his level was slightly different from the ordinary masters of the fourth level of Hongmeng Realm. It was a little higher.
, but it is far less than the fifth realm displayed by Zhong Xihou that day.
Fourthly, the one who faced off against three, Hua Shaohong dared to pat his chest and guarantee that it was Mr. Badou.
Fifth, there are two other swordsmen, one is a fast swordsman and the other is a literary swordsman.
Zhongxihou rubbed his chin, Badou
The gentleman came to the Mo Family Villa. If he guessed correctly, he probably came to kill Mo Ming. After all, the old witch's thoughts were too straightforward.
Of the three swordsmen, Mo Yu's sword must be Mo Ming's. It makes sense why Mo Ming was injured.
That fast swordsman may be the Taoist in the wolf mask under Ying Ru Ge, Kui Mulang. If Ying Ru Ge arranged for him to teach Zhu Yinuo Nine Stars Flying, then it would be reasonable to secretly protect the young prince Zhou Quan and help Mo Ming.
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Who is this literary swordsman?
Although there are not many literati swordsmen in the world, there are hundreds or even thousands of them, among whom there are twenty or thirty who are outstanding.
It's a pity that among the twenty or thirty people known to Marquis Zhongxi, no one has broken through the Hongmeng realm.
"Honghong, if you tell your elder brother Ying that Mr. Badou killed Mo Ming, what will he do?"
Hua Shaohong didn't say anything, she found it interesting just thinking about it.
Brother Ying is indeed a very magical guy, and Hua Shaohong has never been able to see through his realm, but as far as he knows about Mr. Badou, at least when he killed his brother Hua Wuxin seven years ago, Mr. Badou was the cultivator at that time.
Because it is obvious that it is already in this state.
How many people are there in the fifth level of Hongmeng?
But it was also very strange. His cultivation was revealed, and he was obviously just Brother Ying, who was at the peak of prehistoric times. He won a sword fight and killed the young hero, Liu Sanqing.
Although Liu Sanqing's cultivation level cannot be 100% certain, it is said that he is not only a master of decision-making at the second level of Hongmeng.
Therefore, Hua Shaohong cannot explain clearly the cultivation level of Brother Ying.
He only believed that as far as he knew, Brother Ying had never been defeated. If Brother Ying knew that Mr. Badou maliciously robbed and killed Mo Ming, would his anger reach the critical point?
Hua Shaohong felt a tightness in his chest every time he thought of being around Zhong Xihou, Ying Ruge, and his brother Hua Wuyi, a monster and geek. How many masters of the Hongmeng realm are there in the world?
He clearly said that he was already a great master in the Yuanzu realm, but why didn't he look down on the people he met not only in the Yuanzu realm, but also in the prehistoric realm.
Looking back and thinking about my poor ancestor's cultivation, I could only sigh helplessly.
Hua Shaohong was a little puzzled by Zhong Xihou's words, so he heard Zhong Xihou say: "My junior brother's cultivation has been forcibly blocked by his master. Perhaps fighting with war, fighting with his life in front of a powerful opponent, can help him break this situation."
shackles."
Ah? Zhong Xihou plans to let Brother Ying go to Mr. Badou to settle accounts, just to let Brother Ying break the so-called blockade?
"Master Hou, forgive me for my blindness, but what do you think Brother Ying's real abilities are?"
When Zhong Xihou heard this, he laughed. He was not laughing at it, but found this question quite interesting. He explained: "Honghong, my junior brother is the one who has completely subverted my views for more than thirty years.
With cultivation level, no matter whether it is the Hongmeng Realm or the Great Desolate Realm, if you are superior to others, can you really be invincible?"
Hua Shaohong was about to answer, but was overtaken by Zhong Xihou, who continued to explain: "If I were to guess, my junior brother's true cultivation level is probably the intersection of Hongmeng II and Hongmeng III. But you must not forget it.
Well, besides being a world-famous warrior, Cang Gou was also a leader in Taoism. Can his adopted son, Cang Gou, lag behind his peers in Taoist cultivation?"
Hua Shaohong couldn't help but nodded after hearing this explanation.
Indeed, among the hundreds of schools of thought, mainly Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism, those practitioners are not divided by the realm of warriors, but their abilities need not be said.
If Brother Ying's Taoist cultivation is at a level similar to the Hongmeng realm, it would be logical why he was able to defeat Liu Sanqing in a sword fight.
Just as Hua Shaohong was thinking this, he heard Zhong Xihou add another sentence: "Honghong, don't forget, the reason why I call him my junior brother is precisely because he and I are the master Yan Xiao's
Disciple. What Master taught Ying Ruge is the art of cultivating immortals, which is admired by thousands of people in the world."
Hua Shaohong suddenly realized that Ying Ruge really existed in martial arts, martial arts, and immortality. All three paths were practiced, and all three paths were promising.
"This, this, this, this is too much..."
Hua Shaohong was angry for a long time, but finally uttered this sentence. Zhong Xihou shook his head helplessly, sighed, and said: "Who says it's not the case."
Hua Shaohong suddenly thought of something and asked: "Master Hou, since what Yan Xiao taught Brother Ying was the path to cultivating immortals, what was he teaching to Master Hou?"
Zhong Xihou glanced at Hua Shaohong and couldn't help but sneer. Seeing the boy's eyes rolling around in great interest, he didn't reply. Then Zhong Xihou slapped Hua Shaohong's forehead hard with his two fingers. That sound
There was a crisp sound. You can imagine how painful it must have been for Hua Shaohong, who said the wrong thing and asked the wrong question.
"Why don't you tell me if you don't want to? Isn't it Yan Xiao who taught me the magical transformation that you brought me from Jinling City to Mo County?"
Zhong Xihou chuckled, and then said: "Hong Hong, I am not a cultivator of immortality. It is hard to repay the kindness given by my master. But what you saw that day was not what my master taught you. If you change your practice of swordsmanship someday, worship me as your master."
Teacher, I can also teach you."
Hua Shaohong covered her head and shook her head vigorously. It was really funny like that.
Zhong Xihou looked at the sky, tightened his grip on his sword, and said, "Honghong, get up."
"Master Hou, where are you going?"
"Pick her two up and come to Mo County first. After the Mo family's affairs are settled, return to Xicheng."
Hua Shaohong naturally understood who the two were referring to, and responded "Okay" like a groom's boy.
Hua Shaohong originally planned to ask a question, but in the end he didn't ask. He wanted to ask, what should I do with Tian Qin?
In addition, did Yan Hu Deliang really let him go?
Hua Shaohong was deep in thought when she was awakened by a knock on the door.
There were four knocks in one section, and there were about six knocks between each section. The person outside the door knocked three times before Hua Shaohong came back to her senses.
He looked at Zhong Xihou, but Zhong Xihou sat down and picked up the tea cup. The meaning was too clear. Boy, why are you standing there so stupidly? Open the door.
Hua Shaohong quickly walked over and opened the door. When she opened the door, she was dumbfounded.
The moment he opened the door, Zhong Xihou noticed an inexplicably familiar smell, and unconsciously turned his head to look. He couldn't help but smile, got another cup of tea, and motioned for the visitor to enter the room.
Sit down and drink tea.
The person who came was none other than the fast swordsman Hua Shaohong had just guessed, Kui Mulang.
Kuimulang was still dressed in the same attire, a worn Taoist robe with seven or eight patches and embroidered with gossip. He wore a fanged ghost wolf mask on his face and a crude mahogany Xuanwu sword on his back.
After Kui Mulang bowed, he crossed the threshold and walked in. He also obeyed his master's wishes and sat down at the table, but did not reach out for the teacup.
Zhong Xihou asked: "Did the Taoist priest come with the young prince?"
Kuimulang nodded.
Zhong Xihou asked again: "The Taoist priest came to see Gu. I am afraid that what I want to talk about is not what my junior brother told me."
Kui Mulang still nodded.
Zhong Xihou then asked: "But is it related to the death of your brother?"
This time, Kuimu Lang shook his head.
Zhong Xihou's expression did not change, but Hua Shaohong looked confused. What did the Marquis know about Kang Jinlong's death? There is no reason.
"Is that related to the man who died in Jinling City?"
Kui Mulang still shook his head, but this question made Hua Shaohong's heart rise to his throat. Did the Marquis take any medicine in the morning? Why did he keep talking more and more nonsense, and even threatened Mu Hanlou's death?
What happened in Jinling...
Hua Shaohong did not dare to continue thinking, for fear that she would not be able to control her emotions without changing her expression, which would make Kui Mulang aware of it and cause trouble.
Kui Mulang spoke. Obviously he was not going to waste time with Zhong Xihou. He heard him spit out four words: "Tianxia Sword Sect"!
Zhong Xihou smiled wider, as if this guy already knew the answer was this, but he didn't say it out loud. He was waiting for Kui Mulang to say it himself.
Zhong Xihou gave Kui Mulang a pleading look to continue.
Kui Mulang did not dwell on Zhong Xihou's seemingly rude behavior and continued: "Please Lord Zhong, please help the Mo family."
This time, Zhong Xihou was a little confused. If Ying Ruge came to ask Zhong Xihou to help the Mo family and pass the threshold of Tianxia Sword Sect, he would understand without thinking about it. But why would Kui Mulang do this?
Seriously?
Or something else?
"reason?"
"Seventeen years ago, Taoist Canggu wrote a letter to the great hero Zhong Nanyan."
What Kui Mulang said was not a reason, he was obviously saying, I will give you a letter, will you accept this job?
Baiyun Canggou and Zhong Nanyan were old friends. Zhong Xihou knew that, and he couldn't help but frown, because he also knew that if it was an ordinary exchange of letters, Kui Mulang would not be stupid enough to use this as an exchange.
Kuimulang continued to add: "It is related to the Qingyang Rebellion of the Dynasty, and it is also a letter related to your life experience as Marquis Zhongxi."
Marquis Zhong Xi didn't respond, but Hua Shaohong's eyes widened. What? Is it related to the previous emperor's palace change? Or is it related to the Marquis's life experience? Mysterious, mysterious.
Zhong Xihou put down the tea cup, but smiled. He said with a smile: "I don't need this letter, but I want to help the Mo family."
"City Lord Zhong just says it doesn't matter."
"Su heard that Kuimulang's original name was Mu Zhitu, and I needed Mu Zhitu to help me with something."
The part not covered by the wolf fang mask, except for the part below the nose, is the pair of eyes. It was obvious that Kuimulang's eyelids couldn't help but beat, and Hua Shaohong also understood that when Zhong Xihou said the words "mu Zhitu"
, as if touching something.
Kui Mulang was worthy of being called Kui Mulang. He made a gesture of invitation. Then Zhong Xihou continued: "I want Mu to know the way. Go to Hanshan Temple for me and kill two people."
Kui Mulang was confused, Hua Shaohong was also confused, Hanshan Temple, kill two people?
But I heard Zhong Xihou slowly say: "Evil monk, Wuhai, Wujue!"
Kui Mulang hesitated for a moment, nodded, stood up, clasped his fists in salute, and prepared to go out and leave.
As he was about to go out, Zhong Xihou called him again and heard him say: "I am not sure who are the people in the sword sect in the world. I just feel that a sect as big as the Mo family can't survive this crisis. Is it so?"
Do not believe."
Kuimulang turned his head and stared at Zhong Xihou without saying a word.
"Gu Ke agrees that if the Mo family survives and there are people in the future who want to stir up trouble in the muddy waters, Gu will have people get rid of them."
Kui Mulang was still staring at Zhong Xihou, and his eyes could be seen through the wolf fang mask. His eyes were dry. If the wind blew, he didn't know whether they would be stimulated to tears. He wanted Zhong Xihou to help the Mo family survive.
The Tianxia Sword Sect suffered a calamity. Did Zhong Xihou agree or not?
He didn't ask, turned his head and left.
After confirming that Kui Mulang had indeed left, Hua Shaohong listened to the sound again and confirmed that there was no one around the house, and asked Zhong Xihou: "Master Hou, who is Wu Hai Tong Wu Jue?"
Zhong Xihou looked at Hua Shaohong, smiled, and did not answer.
Because Zhong Xihou was too embarrassed to tell Hua Shaohong, and he didn’t know who Wu Hai Tong Wu Jue was. He was just giving others the trouble of what they had entrusted him to do. It would be a mistake to tell this reason.
Heroic style.
Hua Shaohong kept chanting, Wu Hai, Wu Jue? Since he was the person the Marquis wanted to kill, why had he never heard of it? A Buddhist evil man? He thought about dozens of evil monks in his mind, but still did not think of Wu Hai.
Who exactly is Tong Wujue?
While he was still thinking, his vision dimmed, and Hua Shaohong immediately stepped aside. Sure enough, Zhong Xihou planned to knock on his head again.
Zhong Xihou had already stood up, holding the ice-blue sword. He was a little impatient when he heard him say: "Honghong, why don't you leave?"
Hua Shaohong suppressed her curiosity, picked up the baggage, and said, "Okay."
Hua Shaohong thought to herself as she walked, and asked: "Master Hou, where is Hanshan Temple? Who commissioned you to kill these two evil monks? Are these two evil monks so powerful that they need Master Hou to take action? Yes.
Didn't that thief fox Zhu Jiannan ask you to go? That's not right. He has a lot of swordsmen under him, and he still wants the Marquis to go? Then who else would let the Marquis kill people? Is it the swordsman of the Mo family? That's not right either.