As soon as Qiē returned to calm, the three young swordsmen sat together, pushing their glasses and changing their glasses, and drinking and talking.

"Come-please two drink this cup, please-" He raised his glass and drank it all, and said to Jing Ke and Gao Yuanli with a smile.

"Please—"

"Please—"

Gao Yanli and Jing Ke looked at each other and smiled, and also took a glass of wine and drank it all, men's friendship is like this, handing over and parting, grace and ugliness, often just between a thought, wine is a thousand cups of confidants.

"When I saw Brother Zhao's swordsmanship, I don't know which master I learned from the sons of the hundred schools?" Jing Ke, who had a bold personality, was the first to ask.

Yan Hong's swordsmanship is fused, Confucianism, Mojia, Zongheng family, the head of the three families, coupled with the accumulation of the previous life, has long been a school of its own, it can be described as a genius in the sky, and in time it is a superlative person who can match the sons of a hundred schools, and it is not something that Jing Ke can see through before the three swordsmanship is integrated.

"Hehe, Brother Jing just calls me Zihuan, as for where my sword mage inherits."

――Qiang——, the long sword is out of the sheath, calm and agile, unpretentious but hidden murderous, which is the first style of Mozi's swordsmanship [conformism].

"What do the two brothers think?" The long sword was returned to the sheath and said with a faint smile.

"Mozi Sword Technique!" The surprise was beyond words, and the two were dumbfounded.

"Exactly—"

"I didn't expect it to be my own family, Xiao Gao is reasonable." Gao gradually left his composure, came back to his senses, and bowed his hand slightly towards Yan Hong.

"I can't think of it, I can't think of it, it's really God's favor, someone will meet my own family when we make trouble, it seems that my luck is not ordinarily good."

Jing Ke has a bold personality, and at this moment he knew that his family had already started joking, but when they knew that Yan Chunjun was originally going to trouble Yan Hong, the two of them were treated as meat shields by Yan Hong, and they didn't know what kind of expression it would be.

"Junior brother Zhao Huan, I have seen two brothers."

"Zihuan's swordsmanship is excellent, why is his reputation not obvious in the Mo family, with Zihuan's mind and martial arts, he can be the leader of my Mo family?" Gao Yuanli's tone was full of puzzlement.

"Yes! In this way, I will recommend you to Juzi tomorrow and let you be the leader of my Mo family. Jing Ke's big nerves also thought of this, so he said.

"Thank you, two brothers, it's just that the younger brother is used to being comfortable and doesn't like restraint, so there is no need for this leader."

Jing Ke and Gao Yuanli glanced at each other, and they both saw the doubts in their hearts. But if people have something unspeakable, they will no longer ask questions, and the matter will be closed.

"Well—since my brother likes to be at ease, then my brother and I won't force it." Raise a glass to drink, showing the heroic style of a generation.

"This sentence is wrong, it should be the three of us brothers, big brother, do you say yes or no?" Gao Yuanli, who was silent, affirmed Yan Hong's identity at this time.

"Yes! Xiao Gao said that the three of us belong to the Mo family, and if we have such a relationship, we will become brothers in the future, I don't know what Zihuan thinks? ”

"The two brothers show love, Zihuan can't ask for it, Brother Jing, the second brother of the high school, and the younger brother Zhao Huan are polite - haha." He stood up and saluted the two of them.

"Okay—someone! Put the incense case, and the three of us are brothers here today! ”

Worshipping the gods, the order of the eldest and youngest, Jing Ke is the longest, the high is the second, and Yan Hong is the same, I don't know what kind of expression they will have when they know that one day they will be married to the king of Yan and the king of Yan.

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Yanchun Jun's Mansion, the quaint main building, but it shows the nobility of the atmosphere, which is the atmosphere that a noble bloodline that has been inherited for thousands of years.

Dressed in a black robe, he sat on the main seat, quietly looking at the corpse, but sighed lightly and said to the Jueying, "Have you found out?" ”

"Qi Yu Jun, according to the observation of his subordinates, this person is indeed Gongzi Yanhong, and his sword is exactly the same as the Longquan Sword."

"Oh! Okay - Guigu has returned from learning, what kind of Cheng dù will you grow into today, hehe, Zihong, you really make me look forward to it, the game between us is about to start again, and there can only be one master in Yan Kingdom! He muttered to himself, speaking only in a voice he could hear.

Below, Jueying knelt respectfully on the ground, not daring to trespass for half a point, because his life and death were only between the thoughts of his master.

Gentle footsteps sounded, and a man in white walked in, said a few words in Yan Chunjun's ear, and left quietly.

"Okay - Jueying, you go down first, be more careful in the future, no one will reward the dead today, and the injured Wu Baijin."

"Thank you. The subordinates retired—"

[A qiē has been arranged, I hope he won't be used, otherwise-].

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Yi Shui's edge, Jing Ke dances the sword, Gao gradually leaves the fuqin, Yan Hong makes Xiao, which can be described as leisurely.

If you listen carefully, you will find that Gao Yanli and Yan Hong's ensemble is from Kuang Xiu's "Alpine Flowing Water", Bo Yazi Period, bosom friends are hard to find, a Xiao, an ensemble, so that Yan Hong really got Gao Yuanli's recognition, far away, the atmospheric alpine flowing water was vividly interpreted by the two, so that Gao Jianli seemed to return to the scene with Kuang Xiu's ensemble, since Kuang Xiu's death, Gao Jianli once again found a bosom friend.

The charm of the song is long, it does not disperse for a long time, it has the meaning of three days around the beam, the wonderful song, the deep and deep, the cold and easy water, the green leaves grow in the early spring, and it is so intoxicating to open it.

No one knows how long such a scene can last, Yan Hong will always have a boulder in his heart that will overwhelm him, and Jing Ke is not far from assassinating Qin.

As soon as Qi Qi returned to calm, Jing Ke stood quietly by Yi Shui, silent, and there was no convincing pride between his eyebrows, but a faint melancholy.

Yan Hong looked at Gao Yanli with a question in his eyes, and the latter shook his head gently, meaning that he could ask Jing Ke himself.

Gently patting Jing Ke's shoulder, Jing Ke turned to look at the caring look in the eyes of this rare confidant, and nodded slightly.

"Big brother! I see that your expression is different, what is the matter? ”

"The third brother smiled, he had nothing to do with his brother, he just thought of her-"

[She--Could it be that the story circulating in the Six Kingdoms is true, and Li Ji is really-], "Big brother." Could it be that Riki really is? Saying this, it came to an abrupt end, and it was all in silence.

"Yes! She is, she has always been my lover, we have been childhood sweethearts since childhood, and we have no guesses, but we can only hate that Yingzheng coveted Li Ji's beauty and coerced her into Qin-" Speaking of this, the nails have already sunk into the flesh, which shows the hatred in the heart.

"Big brother, there's one thing I don't know if I should talk about or not."

"What's the matter with the third brother, but it doesn't hurt to talk about it."

"The day before yesterday, my best friend Gai Nie sent a message that Li Ji gave birth to a baby boy in the Qin Palace!"

-- Ka Rub -- Hearing this, Jing Ke was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, stunned, and then grabbed Yan Hong's collar and asked, "What you said is true, Li Ji has children for Yingzheng!" - Ahh ”

"Big brother! Let go of the third brother first, and calm down if there is something to talk about. Gao Yanli saw that Yan Hong's face was red, and knew that Yan Hong was out of breath, so he hurriedly stopped it.

"Big brother, listen to the little brother. When Li Ji asked Brother Gai to deliver the message, he said that the child is not Yingzheng's, but your blood and bones! Yan Hong was put down by Jing Ke and immediately added.

"My flesh and blood, my child, I have a future, okay!" All right! Li Ji Ke once said, what is the child's name? ”

"Heaven-bright. Mrs. Sister-in-law said, this name is something you have thought of a long time ago, right? ”

"Yes, yes, Tianming, am I going to Qin State, go to Xianyang and bring their mother and son out!"

As he spoke, he rushed forward regardless of it, and now Jing Ke has been carried away, and the matter of a qiē is not as important as Li Ji and Tianming, and he only thinks about a family reunion. Gao gradually left to see that the situation was wrong, and hurriedly stopped Jing Ke, "Gao gradually leaves!" You're going to stop me? "Yes! I'm going to fence you, because you go like this, there is only one way to die, Xianyang is the capital of Qin, there are 100,000 male soldiers stationed, and there are peerless masters of the Yin and Yang family, how do you save Li Ji's mother and son! Answer me-" Silent for a while, Gao Yuanli's words ruthlessly shattered Jing Ke's illusions, yes, a qiē is just his fantasy, he forgot the idea of Yingzheng, ignored the Yin and Yang family, ignored Wang Qian, Meng Tian, only obsession and hatred were left in his chest!

Towards Yan Hong and Gao Yuanli, he bowed deeply and said, "Thank you two brothers for saving my life, today I am depressed in my brother's heart, I want to be alone and quiet, so I will leave first." After saying that, he staggered away.

Glancing at Gao Yanli, the remaining two young people laughed bitterly in unison, hurt by love, trapped by love, I don't know if from now on, Jing Ke is still the original Jing Ke!

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Leaning on the drunken official road, lying in the imperial capital with a sword.

The blood of the autumn geese in the moon and autumn leaks the sound of the ancient cicada.

The blue field hangs in the wind and dew, and the green light shines on the guqin.

Where to send the white head? It is like a water dragon.