Lincheng Huamo Chapter 85: Everything is impermanent
Hua Shaohong and King Fengling returned to Zhong Xihou's house in Jinling City. Although they said they went back together, it was actually King Fengling who held Hua Shaohong on his shoulders.
King Gui stood at the door, and when he saw this scene, his eyebrows twitched slightly.
King Gui hurriedly got out of the way, and King Wind Spirit jumped in like a monkey.
When Zhong Xihou saw this scene, he looked at Yan Hu Deliang, who had climbed over the wall and was leaning against a red painted pillar, drinking horse milk wine from a leather pot. His eyes were cold, but there was no trace of hatred or murderous intent.
Zhong Xihou glanced at Yan Hude one last time, then strode into the house with his dark face high.
On the contrary, King Gui passed by Yan Hude, paused slightly, sighed and shook his head, and then followed him into the house.
Yan Hude ignored it and slid down the red paint pillar, finally sitting on the ground. He took another sip of wine and sighed, but helplessly, just with such a sigh, his left chest and lower ribs hurt.
It was terrible, and his face was twitching in pain and slightly deformed.
After all, I overdrafted too much. What a pity, what a pity. I am not that monster. I have hundreds of years to support my overdraft. In the final analysis, I am just a mortal who lives a hurried seventy years.
Thinking of this, Yan Hude couldn't help but take a big sip of kumiss. He was suddenly curious, what kind of experience would it be like to live for hundreds of years?
It was true that King Fengling cared about Hua Shaohong, but it was also true that this bamboo pole was an idiot. He hurriedly swept the whole set of tea sets on the tea table to the ground with a big sweep of his hand, and only heard the sound of broken porcelain.
Not to mention King Gui, even Zhong Xihou, the lord of the West City, could not help but twitch at the crackling sound.
King Fengling put Hua Shaohong on the tea table again. Unfortunately, this idiot didn't know how to control it properly. It was not so much putting it as putting it, but it was better to say that it was half-putting and half-throwing.
Hua Shaohong was beaten to the point of losing half of her life in the alley, and the remaining half of her life was almost lost by the Wind Spirit King.
The back of Hua Shaohong's head hit the tea table, and she couldn't help but cough a few times. This frightened King Fengling, who immediately looked at Hua Shaohong's whole body. Until Hua Shaohong got annoyed, he raised his leg and kicked King Fengling.
Feet, this idiot just stood up straight and went to the side to wonder.
Zhong Xihou pushed away the Wind Spirit King and came closer to Hua Shaohong, scanning his body several times.
He closed his eyes and frowned, as if he was meditating on Hua Shaohong's battle with the swordsman based on the scars on Hua Shaohong's body.
King Gui whispered softly and asked Hua Shaohong: "Hong'er, which master did you meet?"
Hua Shaohong said nothing. He closed his eyes tightly and breathed evenly, obviously trying to stabilize the breath in his body.
After about half a stick of incense had been touched, Hua Shaohong's eyes suddenly opened. He rolled like a carp, rolled up, and sat on the tea table. He kept groping for the scars on his body, touching them, and the corners of his eyes twitched.
He answered King Gui's question: "A dwarf with long and short swords in both hands."
"Dwarf? Long or short sword?"
King Gui frowned slightly, and characters on the black and white path with these characteristics flashed through his mind one after another.
Finally, King Gui shook his head. There are countless swordsmen in the world, and there are also many two-handed swordsmen with long and short swords. But there are not many dwarf masters in the world, let alone those who are more capable than the Wind Spirit King.
Zhong Xihou thought for a moment and asked, "Is that man wearing black clothes?"
Hua Shaohong nodded and looked at Zhong Xihou again, he seemed to understand.
King Gui also looked at Zhong Xihou. The idiot King Fengling saw that Hua Shaohong and King Gui were looking at Zhong Xihou, and he also followed Feng and looked at Zhong Xihou. Zhong Xihou was a little embarrassed by the sight, and he said the answer: "
Yi Shuihan, the top master outside the three giants, cried silently."
King Gui suddenly realized, but in the next moment, she asked: "The black and white swordsmen in Yi Shuihan on the secret file looked up to the sky and laughed silently with tears. They looked like children, wearing black and white clothes, with black and white swords. One wore a smiling face mask, and the other wore a smiley face mask.
A crying face mask can..."
Hua Shaohong interrupted King Gui's words and said, "That dwarf is holding a white sword."
King Gui was a little puzzled, but at this time Wind Spirit King opened his mouth and heard him say: "It was the girl, um, the female dwarf who replaced it."
"Yes, this dwarf still calls that white sword Ru Ge. Lord Marquis, Prince Gui, don't you think it's interesting that it's also called Ru Ge."
The two of them naturally understood what Hua Shaohong said was interesting, but for such interesting points, it doesn't matter whether they point them higher or lower.
Zhong Xihou closed his eyes, thought for a moment, then opened his eyes and spoke.
"Honghong, get the sword."
Hua Shaohong was stunned for a moment, not knowing which sword he was referring to. Finally, he said "Oh" and hurried out the door.
King Gui was about to speak, but Zhong Xihou interrupted him: "I am going back to the West."
King Wei didn't understand what Zhong Xihou meant, so he heard Zhong Xihou continue: "King Wei, I am staying in Lincheng for Gu Gu to keep an eye on one person."
King Gui said nothing, frowning slightly, staring at Zhong Xihou intently, waiting for the next words.
Listen to Zhong Xihou slowly announce that person's name.
"Qu Tian Qin."
King Fengling was sent out by Zhong Xihou with a few words, and then Yan Hudeliang came into the room. When Zhong Xihou saw Yan Hude, he couldn't help but frown, and the look in his eyes gave him the feeling of hating iron for not being able to become steel.
"Master Marquis, if you return to the West, Yan Hude will go to Ziwei City first."
Zhong Xihou suddenly lost his grace and threw a ceramic tea bowl on the ground, breaking it into pieces. Yan Hude was puzzled and King Gui sighed.
Then, without waiting for Yan Hude to ask questions, Zhong Xihou said in an air of anger: "Xiao Liang, Xiao Liang, you have completely messed up Gu's plan."
Upon hearing this, Yan Hude felt the same way as Monk Zhanger.
"Let me ask you, what impact does having fewer fingers have on a person?
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Although he didn't understand what Zhong Xihou meant, Yan Hude had no choice but to reply: "Master Hou, he is not only the young prince of Jinling City, this little guy also wants to be a swordsman at heart."
"You are wrong. He Zhu Yinuo cannot be a swordsman. He can only be the eldest son of Lincheng, and he can only be the king of Lincheng!" Zhongxihou became more and more angry as he spoke, and his chest kept heaving. Don't say that Yan Zhongxihou looked like this.
Hu De, even King Gui, who had followed Zhong Xihou for a long time, had never seen him before.
"There are as many swordsmen as there are in the world, not to mention that the Zhu family has Yi Shuihan, so why does he need Zhu Yinuo to be a swordsman? Let me ask you again, what would happen if I, Marquis Zhongxi, ordered Zhu Yinuo to be abolished today?
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"There will be no peace between Lincheng and Xidi..."
"Bah, how could there ever be peace between me and him in the Western Region?"
Yan Hude understood it instantly and couldn't help but regret it.
Zhu Jiannan will not be sick for long, so the future King of Jinling can only be Zhu Yinuo. But now Zhu Yinuo's ambition is neither kingly power nor wealth. What he wants is to sword the world and be grateful.
hatred.
If one finger is cut off, Zhu Yinuo, who already lacks energy, will have no hope of becoming a swordsman. Hatred can change a person, not to mention the hatred that destroys people's beliefs. This kind of hatred is no less than the hatred of killing his father.
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Zhu Yinuo changed his mind. If he became the King of Jinling one day, the deal between Zhong Xihou and the old Dragon King would really begin.
But if it were to happen again, I'm afraid Yan Hude would still protect Zhu Yinuo. I really don't know why.
Zhong Xihou calmed down and continued: "Forget it, why are you going to Ziwei City?"
"kill."
Zhong Xihou and others were temporarily released in advance, let's talk about the other person.
The Taoist with a wolf-tooth mask, a white Taoist robe and a mahogany sword on his back, walked quickly on the rugged mountain road with the wind at his feet.
It took ordinary people one and a half or even two hours to reach the top of the mountain, but it only took this person less than half an hour. When he reached the top of the mountain, he was still breathing, and his steps were still the same.
This Taoist originally looked miserable, but now he looked even more miserable. There were many holes in the worn Taoist robe, and there were also a lot of dried brown blood on the robe. His right arm was hanging down, as if he had been injured.
It was seriously injured, and I don't know if it was disabled or just injured.
The mountain Kuimulang visited is called "Tianluan". According to legend, it was the training ground of Ye Buqi, a monk who lived in seclusion and cultivated immortality more than 700 years ago. This person has long become a legend, and there are few records in unofficial history today. The legendary burial place
It was in this wilderness mountain that the swordsman saw a phoenix flying in the sky and created a unique sword technique called "Tian Luan".
Whether Tianluan Peak is named after the swordsmanship of the Buried Swordsman, or whether the swordsmanship of the Buried Swordsman is named after the mountain peak, it has been impossible to verify after many reincarnations.
Today, there are twenty-six wooden houses on Tianluan Peak and an artificial lake. This artificial lake has become a world of its own. There are algae and fish in the lake, and there are even gray-feathered wild ducks wandering on the lake.
What's interesting is that the trees planted next to the lake are not willow trees, but peach trees. It's only the beginning of June, and the fruits are in season. Each one is round and plump, and there are also a few birds no bigger than a palm clasping the peaches with their talons.
The body is so greedy that it eats the fruit.
The Taoist with the wolf-toothed mask stopped in front of the wooden house at the end. He looked up at the sky. Unfortunately, this was not the Muhan Tower and there were no yellow cranes in sight. The ones flying over Tianluan Peak were all chirping.
Little chick.
He lowered his head and looked down the mountain in the distance. Although Tianluan Peak was not a towering peak, it was still enough to be surrounded by clouds. Occasionally, a few balls of cotton floating in the air would cover his eyes, making people feel as if they were in a fairyland.
The door of the wooden house creaked open, and a shirtless man with disheveled hair walked out of the house.
This man had long hair as red as fire, and his skin was very white, slightly sickly white. His naked upper body showed bright tendon flesh, but unfortunately it was covered with various scars, and some of the scars caused by different weapons and objects were layered together, which made
People shuddered after seeing it.
He held a bronze visor in his hand. It was very new and the shape was obviously based on a tiger and leopard.
"Your Majesty."
"You are hurt?"
"It's okay, but it's a little tricky to kill two people."
Ying Ruge frowned slightly, a little surprised. After all, Kui Mulang had never killed more than one person since he had surrendered to him. Ying Ruge no longer asked who he killed and why, he asked other questions.
thing.
"Zhitu, has Zhu Yinuo returned to Jinling?"
The Taoist with the wolf-toothed face armor is naturally Kuimu Lang among the Tianluan people, and the red-haired and shirtless man is the Ghost Controller of Muhan Tower, Ying Ruge.
Kui Mulang stared at Ying Ruge. His hair and skin color were so eerie that even Kui Mulang felt a little chill in his heart.
"Your Majesty, Yan Yunqi's men have taken action against the young prince."
Ying Ruge frowned slightly, obviously waiting for the next sentence.
Kui Mulang has seen Ying Ruge's expression several times, and every time the prey that is targeted can only be described as miserable. Kui Mulang continued: "Shen Shui Yuan is afraid that his identity has been exposed.
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Ying Ruge chuckled, turned around with his hands behind his back and looked down the mountain. The newly made tiger-faced visor shook slightly. He sneered again and said: "Then it seems that Marquis Zhongxi should also find him."
Kui Mulang was a little surprised. He didn't understand why Zhong Xihou would find Shenshui Yuan. It was only by chance that Ying Ruge liked to tease others. He didn't really care about Mu Zhidu.
Ying Ruge added: "The first time Ginseng Shui Yuan appeared in Jinling City in his true form, he was targeted by Zhong Xihou. Unfortunately, even if Zhong Xihou's hands and eyes could reach the sky, he would not know that the person was Ginseng Shui Yuan.
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Kui Mulang was half confused and didn't bother to worry about it. He took a deep breath and said: "The young prince is back safely."
To Jinling, it’s just..."
Ying Ruge was the most impatient at this change of tone. He said "Oh", and Kui Mulang stopped hiding it. Zhu Yinuo was injured by Zhong Xihou's Fengling King Tonghua Shaohong, and Yan Hude burst into tears silently.
He did not hide anything about saving Zhu Yinuo.
The silence is lingering, the silence is terrifying.
After a while, I laughed out loud, as if I was ready to dump all the energy in my lungs.
Ying Ruge suddenly asked a question that seemed irrelevant to Kui Mulang. He asked: "Do you know the origin of the sword of Lei Wusheng?"
Kuimu shook his head, but Ying Ruge never looked back, as if he was sure that Kuimulang would shake his head.
Ying Ruge lamented, only to hear his loud voice, the sound carried by the wind for hundreds of miles, saying: "Where is the empty bottle waiting to be filled with dreams? What's the harm of dipping it in wine and turning it into ink? Love and hate are like songs, following the clouds, why lingering in the heart is bitter wind and frost."
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Kui Mulang was a little puzzled. He knew that these four lines of poetry were recited by Baiyuncang Gou when he named Ying Ruge, but what did these four lines of poetry have to do with Yi Shuihan's silent tears?
Ying Ruge asked again: "Zhitu, you naturally know that my name comes from this poem. Then let me ask you, where did the name Linghu Changkong come from?"
Kui Mulang naturally understood the origin of Linghu Changkong, and heard him say: "I'm afraid that the world has long forgotten the full name of the old swordsman, but Linghu swordsman is famous all over the world. He has used more than ten swords, and the last one before he became immortal
For the Sky Sword, the duel between the Venerable and the Old Sword Immortal is actually..."
Ying Ruge was not subtle. Kui Mulang couldn't continue. He said: "In that duel, I was defeated to the ground. When he ascended, he left his sword with him. Since Ying Ruge is not good at wielding swords, why not
How about changing your identity to Linghu Changkong?"
"Venerable Sir, are you crying silently?"
"Listening to your previous introduction, I didn't notice that I was afraid that Lei Wusheng had a sword hidden in his hand."
"The Sword of Silent Tears?"
"Singing Sword."
"Ruge, sword?"
Ying Ruge gently shook his tiger-faced visor, then turned around and faced Kuimulang.
But when he saw Ying Ruge slowly put on the mask, the change was wonderful. His long flame-red hair gradually turned black, and his originally sickly white skin gradually became slightly bronze as usual.
It seemed that Ying Ruge was the real him after putting on the mask. Kui Mulang was confused. If only the Venerable wearing the mask was the so-called normal him, then how could he take off this nightmare that haunted him?
Fourteen years of "Lingering like a song".
"Your Majesty, Mr. Mo."
Ying Ruge sighed and said: "It's time for the Tianxia Sword Sect to join the world. I'm afraid that Mo Ming, or the entire Mo family, will be in trouble."
Kui Mulang was about to continue, but Ying Ruge spoke before him. Listening to his doubts, he seemed to be asking Kui Mulang: "Zhidu, if Zhong Xihou and Lin City Lord have Liang Zi, then it seems that he will not help the Mo family."
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"Why don't you just let me..."
"Shut up!"
His voice was like thunder, and Kui Mulang was not allowed to utter the sixth word. When Kui Mulang heard this sound, he was not displeased, but felt a warmth in his heart. Kui Mulang, Mu knows the way, Mu knows the way.
You know the way, but you really know the way.
"Let's go to Jinling City with me."
"Zhong Xihou's realm is probably beyond the catastrophe."
"He has already told me about the fifth level."
Ying Ruge smiled scornfully and saw a black and purple flame burning in his right hand, palm upward.
Kui Mulang has seen six or seven different colors of flames in Ying Ruge, but he has never seen such a cold and cold flame. Suddenly hearing a burst of laughter from a child, Kui Mulang reacted instinctively, and Maomu Xuanwu stood behind him.
The sword is unsheathed and ready to kill the imp.
Ying Ruge whistled softly and heard him say: "Da Lang has a spiritual connection with me, we understand human relations with him, and we communicate with yin and yang."
Kuimulang understood that the ghost called Da Lang had become Ying Ruge's ghost attendant, and Ying Ruge had become Da Lang's slave. The two were each other's master and slave, and if one of them rebelled,
, should be punished by heaven. But similarly, such unnatural behavior may be a thousand times more painful than what he suffered back then.
"Now, I have long stopped paying attention to the fourth and fifth levels of Hongmeng."
To be honest, Kui Mulang didn't believe in Ying Ruge's sourceless self-confidence. If Ying Ruge before Yan Xiao's anger was said to be in the Hongmeng realm that would experience the catastrophe, then it would be like his master, the temple master, who
What about the immortal characters in a serious realm?
Along with Hongmeng, no one dares to say for sure how many masters there are and whether there are more than ten or even twenty monsters above the fifth level.
Or, there are still seven levels of realm that have not been recorded in this world.
After four heavenly tribulations but still not ascending or being wiped out, what kind of existence would it be like in the ordinary world?
Kui Mulang was suddenly very curious about a person, what state he would be in. He was curious about no one else, but Yan Xiao, the previous sage of Muhan Tower.
If there is a legend about Yan Xiao, the most famous one in the world is naturally the story of him slaying the Hongmeng evil demon with one sword.
It's a pity that Kui Mulang has never seen Yan Xiao's sword, nor his sword. He has never felt even a trace of the aura of a master above the prehistoric realm from him.
Suddenly a phoenix chirped, pulling Kui Mulang back from his thoughts. He saw that Ying Ruge had transformed into a flaming phoenix bird. Ying Ruge looked at himself, stretched out his hand, and heard him say: "I know
On the way, go to Jinling City."
Kui Mulang nodded. He was hesitating and waiting. He was wondering whether he was Mu Zhitu or Kui Mulang. After putting on this wolf fang mask, his heart began to calm down, but he didn't
Then there's Mu Zhitu. But if he takes off this wolf-toothed mask, who will he be? Who could he be?