As the saying goes, it's not that enemies never get together. By coincidence, Zhong Xihou and Hua Shaohong just came down the mountain, and saw a person in Xu Qinghe's tavern called "The Banished Immortal Shop".
This man wore light armor made of animal skins, his hair was messy, and he had a sheepskin pot tied around his waist. He was incompatible with the scholarly and popular Mo County.
This man looked as if he had been traveling for a long time and looked tired.
Hua Shaohong was a little helpless and frowned: "Master Hou, this makes me very embarrassed."
Zhong Xihou laughed out loud and smiled at Hua Shaohong. This smile was a bit sinister.
He didn't say much and continued to lead Hua Shaohong forward. But Hua Shaohong was surprised that the Marquis' direction ignored this "Exiled Immortal Shop".
Passing by the teahouse, Hua Shaohong saw that Marquis Zhong Xi was not squinting and was minding his own business.
Hua Shaohong turned his head to look at Yan Hudeliang, and Yan Hude also looked at him.
The two of them walked about ten steps away from the teahouse. Yan Hude ran out of the shop and knelt on the ground with a thump. This move immediately attracted the attention of the guests in the teahouse and passers-by on the street.
The man has gold at his knees, this barbarian really doesn't know etiquette.
The sound of kneeling down was so loud that Zhong Xihou could no longer pretend not to see or hear. He stopped and turned around.
It seems that Trabecular's injury recovered quickly, and now it looks like he has recovered as before.
"Master Hou..."
Just two words, no more words.
The corners of Zhong Xihou's mouth curled up slightly, without saying a word, he turned around and continued to walk on his own.
Hua Shaohong was stunned for a moment, and immediately ran over happily to help Yan Hudeliang, and even dusted off the wolf king's body. The boy was not polite and threw the package he was carrying to Yan Hude, and he was alive
He jumped towards Zhong Xihou like a rabbit.
Hua Shaohong looked back at Yan Hude, who was still expressionless, and asked Zhong Xihou in a low voice: "Master Hou, have you really forgiven the Wolf King?"
When Marquis Zhongxi heard this, he sneered. Naturally, he also replied softly: "He is not my Marquis Zhongxi in the first place. He is a dead man who is trying to restore the country."
Hua Shaohong understood and didn't understand, but it didn't matter to him. All in all, the Marquis would not kill Yan Hude, that was enough.
After Zhong Xihou and his party left, the tavern proprietress named Xu Qinghe appeared in front of a fruit stall, picked up a red fruit and took a bite without asking the price. She watched Zhong Xihou and the other two people leaving,
Question: "If Long Yao entrusts this person to him, would you be willing?"
"You cannot become a king." The owner of the fruit stand spat out these four words, and the sound was really harsh and unpleasant.
Can't a prince become a king?
Xu Qinghe looked at the guy who wrapped himself like a rice dumpling with a smile, took another bite of the fruit in his hand, and after hehehe said, "Then when will you be the king?"
The man sneered, his voice as cold as the cold wind, but it also revealed a domineering air. He said, "Master said, after Master Wushuang passes away, I will be the overlord of swords!"
Xu Qinghe couldn't help but shook his head and said regretfully: "It's a pity, it's a pity, your dragon's sword finally fell into the hands of Hongmeng Xin, and it was a waste of nature."
The man couldn't help but frown, his Long Yao sword fell into Hongmeng Xin's hands?
Who is Hongmeng Xin?
"It doesn't matter. Before the snake becomes a dragon, the sword cannot be sharpened."
Xu Qinghe felt a little bored. He turned around and walked towards his tavern. Before leaving, he said, "Why don't you make a bet? I'll bet that the snake will become a python instead of a dragon."
"Ten altars."
As soon as these words came out, Xu Qinghe was happy. He gnawed on the fruit and twisted his waist and was about to leave, when he heard this graceful lady say: "Okay, let's just wait for senior brother's drunken immortal brew. Junior sister will go first."
Go and give someone a gift as a porter."
The owner of the fruit stall said with dissatisfaction in his words: "You have never started, so it's better not to be a senior brother."
Xu Qinghe was unhappy, pouting like a girl of fifteen or sixteen, and said: "What's the matter? Do you think I'm embarrassed or what? If you use the excuse that the master has no female dependents, I won't agree, I won't
I heard Brother Six say that Lao Wu is a senior sister."
The fruit stall owner sneered and said, "Then I dare to ask, why can't Master recognize you when he sees you?"
"That's because, that's because..." Xu Qinghe hesitated, not knowing how to answer.
The owner of the fruit stall trembled slightly, looked up at the sky, and was overjoyed. Hearing him slowly spit out eight words: "Purple air comes from the east, and the emperor dragon wakes up."
As everyone knows, the "Purple Qi coming from the east" that this person saw was a huge misunderstanding. This misunderstanding was also related to the overseas island country "Dongli", but that is another story.
Xu Qinghe has no interest in that purple energy coming from the east. She is curious about the behavior of another senior brother today.
, asked the person in front of me: "What the third senior brother did today, if the master knew about it, would he blame him?"
The man shook his head and said: "Master left it with you and said someone would come to pick it up, but he didn't tell us who it was. You didn't tell us how to open the box. The third brother just borrowed the Buddha's light and didn't touch the things inside.
What do you have to worry about?"
Xu Qinghe thought the same was true and no longer cared.
"It's time for me to go."
"Where are you going, senior brother?"
"Find someone to defeat the sword sects in the world."
Xu Qinghe was still wondering, but the owner of the fruit stall walked out of the fruit stall. He walked quickly out of the city. He didn't care what happened to the fruit stall. He wanted to go to a place to meet someone.
Where?
Go to Muhan Tower.
Who are you meeting?
That bad old man who has been hiding in the mountains for too long, Bai Wuchang.
Back at the Mojia Villa, Zhu Yinuo, who was wrapped in white bandages, forced himself out of the hospital and even planned to go to the stable to hold his little Feichen.
The princess, who had not been seen for several days, suddenly appeared. When she saw Zhu Yinuo's appearance, she was so angry that she had Zhu Yinuo tied to the wooden bed in the hospital, just short of being stuffed with water-saturated satin.
Mouth.
Zhu Yinuo's action was naturally very simple. The source of the disaster was that girl Qu'er.
Zhu Yinuo kept talking in the hospital, and Qu'er got tired of it, so he said, "Zhong Xihou has gone down the mountain, what are you talking about?"
Zhu Yinuo couldn't move his hands and feet at the moment, so he was not happy. He had to chase Zhong Xihou and have another fight. He also begged Yin Li in every possible way, which made Yin Li very embarrassed, but Mo Ming was in the same song.
These two brothers and sisters are just watching the show.
The medical center was extremely noisy, the maid announced, and a guard came in holding a large wooden box.
Everyone looked at the wooden box. It looked like a sword box or a knife box.
Mo Ming was about to take a step forward to check, but was stopped by the guard. The guard immediately knelt down on one knee and explained: "Master, please don't come close. I spent half an hour waiting for this box, but I still don't know how to open it.
It’s really weird.”
"Who sent it?" Mo Ming asked. Naturally, he didn't believe that someone would send a large wooden box over for no reason, and it was a wooden box that couldn't be opened.
The guard clasped his hands in his fists and replied: "I don't know, it's just that a dark cloud drifted from the east, and then this box, this box..."
The guard couldn't continue talking. As far as he could understand, the plot was really unbelievable. It was a cloudless sunny day, but a dark cloud just turned into a dark cloud out of thin air and actually drifted towards the Mojia Villa. That's okay.
, but a large wooden box actually fell from the dark clouds.
This can't be a bad sign, right?
Mo Ming dismissed the guards and maids, and Yin Li and Qu'er also realized what was going on and left the medical clinic. Only Mo Ming and Zhu Yinuo, who was open-eyed and curious, were left in the medical clinic.
Mo Ming closed his eyes, and moved the two fingers of his right hand together back and forth in the air, as if drawing a talisman.
At first sight, an icy blue stream of light was shot towards the wooden box, and a golden light suddenly appeared around the wooden box, which offset the icy blue stream of light and made it impossible to detect.
Mo Ming had no idea, and Zhu Yinuo opened his eyes a little wider. He saw Mo Ming slowly press his hand on the wooden box. The wooden box didn't move at all. It was quiet and looked like a dead thing.
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Zhu Yinuo was horrified. He struggled and was about to tear off the bindings when he heard a scolding from someone other than his aunt.
The princess frowned slightly, and her red nails were about to tear the silk in her hand. However, she didn't move a step, and she didn't say anything after scolding her.
Zhu Yinuo was certainly not stupid. When he saw his aunt's reaction, he didn't dare to fart and even controlled his breathing as much as possible.
The next moment, Zhu Yinuo suddenly felt a little difficult to breathe. It was not caused by his control of the frequency. It was more caused by the thinner air in the room.
Zhu Yinuo felt a little uncomfortable. He turned his head to look at Mo Ming. His eyes were full of joy and he couldn't help but grin.
Looking at my aunt again, her brows are straightened, like a girl of sixteen or seventeen with a spring breeze on her face.
Don't tell me, this aunt is happy from the bottom of her heart, she is really a beauty. I wonder if there was a woman named Zhu in the Xi Shi list in the past.
Looking at Mo Ming again, Zhu Yinuo finally saw the reason.
The golden light visible to the naked eye flowed out from the box and enveloped Mo Ming, and a thick black gas like ink emitted from the center of Mo Ming's body. The black gas was compatible with the golden light and was wrapped in golden light, and the golden light gradually transferred into Mo Ming's body.
Looking at his expression and relaxed face, he is no longer the young owner of Tianshui Villa who was as rigid as dead wood or dead stone in his childhood memories.
Mo Ming, is he laughing?
But, what is Mo Ming laughing at?
Looking again, I could see that Mo Ming's forehead and the corners of his eyes were shrouded in golden light, and his face was blurred, as if he had grown four or five years older.
Mo Ming's appearance
He was very familiar with the boy, but when he looked again, he always felt that the cousin in front of him was a little hazy, as if he was in the fog. After thinking for a long time, Zhu Yinuo realized that the feeling was strange.
The golden light dissipated and the room became silent.
Be it Zhu Yinuo, Yin Li who sneaked back, Mo Qu'er, or the princess, no one dared to make the first sound.
But he saw Mo Ming holding the box in one hand and squeezing his face with the other hand. Zhu Yinuo's eyes widened when he saw it. Are you crazy?
Hearing Mo Ming laugh loudly again, his voice spread out, his breath was strong, and the sound carried far away, the princess also covered her mouth and laughed.
Laugh, laugh, laugh, are you crying for joy?
Zhu Yinuo actually saw tears falling from the corners of her aunt's eyes.
But no matter how beautiful and fragrant my aunt was in the past, and how meticulously she took care of her skin these years, after all, she is already in her forties, and her skin is no longer as delicate as my daughter’s.
Those tears, those tears got stuck in the corners of my eyes and couldn't fall down no matter what.
Seeing this scene, Zhu Yinuo didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
Looking at Mo Ming again, he walked to another bed and fell down on his front. He sunk his head deeply into the pillow, as if he was relieved and ready to have a good rest.
Zhu Yinuo really didn't understand, what was going on?
Hearing the princess chuckle a few times, he said: "Heaven will not destroy our Mo family. This is why God will never destroy our Mo family."
After he finished speaking, he laughed a few more times with tears in his eyes.
The tear finally fell from the corner of the eye, down the face, chin, and finally onto the chest.
Zhu Yinuo still didn't understand and couldn't bear it any longer. He asked, "Aunt, who dares to destroy the Mo family and is seeking death?"
When the princess heard this, she laughed happily again, came over and rewarded Zhu Yinuo with a chestnut, which made the silly boy's neck shorten in pain.
But Mo Ming on the side said seriously: "The Sword Sect of the World!"
"Ah? Who is it?"
The princess laughed a few times and was about to speak, but Mo Ming said something that even the princess couldn't believe, so she heard him say: "A bunch of old people."
Is this a joke?
"The Buddha looked at the water and sympathized with the common people. It was the fate of my Mohist family that should not be cut off. It was also your father and son. It was the kindness of our ancestors of the Mohist family that moved me, Buddha."
Mo Ming suddenly realized, yes, that golden light, the golden light that now warms his Qiyuan, isn't it the Buddha's light?
But it was Zhu Yinuo who interrupted the Mohist mother and son's wandering thoughts. He frowned and said, "Hey, who is chanting the Buddha's name?"
The two looked at each other and looked at Zhu Yinuo. Zhu Yinuo was startled and asked: "Did I hear wrongly?"
No one answered, and no one cared.
Because a problem that has troubled the Mohists for twenty-four years was solved today with a wooden box.
Mo Ming turned over, forced herself to sit up, took the dark sword from the bedside, held it in both hands, and said respectfully: "Mother, Ming'er cannot take this sword for the time being. Please give it to father for Ming."
I will keep the sword for another thirty years!"
When the princess heard this, she did not accept the sword rigidly like a scholar, like a friend after a long separation, holding the scabbard in one hand and the hilt in the other, just with a few tears.
Hear her murmuring in a low voice: "Your father used to rely on him to scare ghosts and gods when the mountains and rivers moved."
After that, he returned the sword to Mo Ming, said no more, and left the medical center on his own.
Zhu Yinuo lay on the bed and thought carefully about the rivers and lakes, whose rivers and lakes are they?
Although the temple is high, he has no intention of becoming a king. The rivers and lakes are far away, so how can he be a knight?
Mo Ming suddenly asked: "Xiao Yinuo, are you thinking about those heroic things again?"
Zhu Yinuo chuckled and replied: "Little brother can still read my mind. I said, Mo Ming, do you think there are many people in the world like my uncle?"
"If there are too many people like my father in the rivers and lakes, then the water in these rivers and lakes will be too bitter."
When Zhu Yinuo heard this, he nodded and agreed: "Yes, there are many people like my uncle in the world, so how should a junior like you get around? Then there will be no more young people in this world who can succeed, right?
too bitter."
When Mo Ming heard this, he laughed loudly, but the wound had not healed, and he was in so much pain that he didn't know how to express it.
But even those few laughs were interrupted, and he kept coughing, which was even more unlucky. A cough made him feel more painful, and a cough made him feel more painful.
Later, a prince from an aristocratic family who yearned for the world of martial arts went to the martial arts world and reached the world he longed for.
In later generations, there was a down-and-out scholar who traveled around the world carrying a book frame on his back. Passing by Jinling, he sighed in front of a stone sword sculpture ten people high, and even wrote two lines of poetry on the stone wall beside it:
The three-foot sword speaks a thousand words, and one word means a promise.