Ying Ruge stared at the bloody hand visitor, even through a black wood mask, the other party could still clearly see the killing intent revealed in those black bright eyes. Without waiting for him to speak, Ying Ruge asked first: "What about Mo Sang?"

The blood-handed visitor smiled again, and this smile was full of helplessness, and he saw that he took out the copper from his left sleeve and kept playing with it in his hand, but he explained: "I have been friends with Mo Sang for many years, but I came to Lincheng and met him for a while. Where has he gone now, and how can I know?"

Without waiting for Ying Ruge to ask again, Zhong Xihou also blocked his words, he asked Ying Ruge first, with a slight exhaustion in his voice, obviously his breath was not completely calm.

"Little junior brother, Mo Sang was ······· by this" Zhong Xihou paused for a few moments, as if he was organizing his words, or thinking about words, and continued, "How did you determine that this strange gentleman captured Senior Mo?

"Swim ······"

Similarly, without waiting for Ying Ruge to finish speaking, Zhong Xihou interrupted his words again, and listened to him continue: "Then you can trust him? Or do you not trust Mo Sang?"

Zhong Xihou stood up, because Hua Shaohong had already walked out of the pavilion with a curse, and saw Yan Hude lying on the ground, like a dead fish, he didn't have to guess to understand that Zhong Xihou must have done it.

Unceremoniously, he stepped over Yan Hude's abdomen and walked behind Zhong Xihou.

The Bloody Hand Visitor was quite amused by the kid's action, but his interest was not in humiliating Yan Hude, and he heard him ask, "What about the sword?"

"It's all said, no, why are you so annoyed?"

"Well, you can't go. ”

The words of the bloody hand are naturally true, he is here for the sword. Zhong Xihou asked, "What sword?"

"Oh, didn't you know before? Listen to the rain sword master's listen to the rain sword. ”

"You said it all, it's the rain sword master's listening to the rain sword, how can I know if it's a bow?"

"Oh, isn't it, your kid is one of the thirteen generals under the command of Zhong Nanyan, although he is an abandoned son of the Hua family, but no matter how you look at it, he is better than your brother who is not angry. ”

The bloody visitor carefully observed Hua Shaohong again, the kid's fingers and wrists were somewhat damaged, I am afraid that it is the traces left by years of hard work, although the body is thin, it still can't hide the masculine beauty of the male.

It is inevitable to be good at using a bow, but looking at the calluses on his hands, this kid is afraid that it is not bad to use a sword. It's a pity, it's a pity, but he was born with a pair of long and short legs, and he quipped, "It's not so much the bow as the general, which is more suitable for your future title." ”

Archers?

Hua Shaohong didn't care, but Zhong Xihou couldn't help frowning slightly.

But he pulled the sword out of the stone slab and threw it at the bloody visitor, but the man did not take the sword, and the famous sword fell vertically and plunged into the floor again.

"Dancing the sword, changing flowers and less red, this deal can be done?"

The bloody hand guest stared at Zhongxihou, Yingruge stared at Zhongxihou, Yan Hude stared at Zhongxihou, and Hua Shaohong also stared at Zhongxihou.

Dancing Goose Sword, Changing Flowers and Less Red?

The bloody hand visitor nodded, and before he could reach out to take the sword, he was caught off guard, when he saw the two fingers of Zhong Xihou's left hand together, waving violently. The half-moon flying blade, which was similar to the "Sword Two" of the bloody hand visitor, made a "click", and heard the sound of metal falling to the ground, and the dancing sword was cut in half by Zhongxi Hou from the center of the blade.

Everything is silent, only the wind passes through the ears, but there is no sound of birds and insects.

I saw the sword qi as thick as cooking smoke floating out from the broken blade, slowly rising, incomparably melodious, and slowly drifting away.

Everything was silent for a few moments, and then the movement was heard, but it was the miserable roar of birds and beasts, and soon, everything was silent again, leaving only the sound of the wind.

Hua Shaohong, who was stunned, suddenly felt pain in her cheeks, wiped it with her thumb, but saw a blood mark, and then wiped it with her hand, when did she have three or four more sword marks on her face like hair?

He was wrong, not just on his face, but on his body. But, why is Zhong Xihou fine, this bloody guest is fine, Ying Ruge is fine, and even Yan Hudeliang, who is lying on the ground, is fine?

"Ha, hahaha, Zhongxi Hou, Zhongxi Hou, after all, it was your stupidity that led the Sword Sect into the world. ”

Zhongxi Hou frowned, it was the Sword Sect again. He coughed softly, woke Hua Shaohong from the Taixu Fugu, stopped speaking, and walked away. Which force is the Sword Sect in the world?

Zhong Xihou kept thinking about it, and suddenly thought of Zhong Nanyan's drunken words when he was a teenager, maybe what he was referring to was the Sword Sect in this world. But when the Sword Sect entered the WTO, what does it have to do with itself? Dancing Sword, Dancing Sword, destroying your sword body today, will you blame yourself?

The man in orange looked at Ying Ruge and asked, "Then Xiaoyou still has doubts?"

Ying Ruge stretched out his hand and said in a cold voice: "Give me back the sword!"

The man in orange was stunned for a moment, then laughed, stopped laughing, eased his breath, and then spoke: "Boy, it's not for me to bully the small, a sword like Long Yao is not suitable for you." Anyway, the mountains are high and the water is long, see you in the future. ”

It seems that the man in orange doesn't want to be entangled with Yingru Song anymore, and he has a lot of pressure under his feet, a few ups and downs, and he disappeared.

Yingruge did not chase after him, for two reasons, and he was helpless.

First, his immortal and demon body is with the help of Dalang's ability, how long it can last, and he doesn't know how long it lasts, the last time he fought, he and the man in orange already knew how high he was.

Second, I really don't like that Long Yao Sword, although it can be regarded as unique in the world, but if I don't like it, I don't like it, it's simple.

If you let the hidden blade who sent the sword that day know that he cut his love and gave him the sword, and he didn't cherish it at all, I don't know if he would be angry.

Haunting Ruge walked to Xiao Liang, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, and asked, "Maybe tell me with this seat, who are you?"

Yan Hudeliang replied to the question, and said, "Venerable, if there are ancient coins that are worth a fortune, is there only two pieces left that are worth it, or is there only one piece left?"

Ying Ruge was silent for a moment, and said: "I once had an alliance with you, and I will save you once today." ”

Yan Hudeliang smiled lightly and continued, "His Holiness hasn't answered my question yet······

Without waiting for Yan Hu Deliang to finish speaking, Ying Ruge stepped on the side of his face, and the other half of his face was slightly buried in the soil, so he heard the indignant words: "If you say this again, this seat, I will kill you!"

Zhongxi Hou took Hua Shaohong back to the house, and Qin Ji was so well-behaved that she was even more obedient than a maid. Under Hua Shaohong, not only eggs and meat were added, but also two bottles of fruit vinegar bought in the south of the city were placed.

Zhong Xihou thought it was interesting, and Zang Yan also found it interesting, but this stunned young man drank half of the noodle soup, poured two bottles of fruit vinegar into the noodle bowl, and filled it to the edge of the bowl again.

Ying Ruge stood outside the door at some point, looking at the sky, the sky was slowly darkening, he seemed to be in a daze, but not like he was in a daze.

Zang Yan looked at the Venerable Qinglou outside the door, and had time to ask in the future, but it was the master who opened his mouth first, he didn't answer, just asked: "Little junior brother, in the eyes of your immortal cultivators, it is really a thousand miles away, which is enviable." ”

"But Erl. ”

Zhong Xihou smiled, looked at everyone again, and said, "Lone asks you, your background is important in the world?"

Zang Yan was silent, Qin Ji's eyes that were no different from grapes rolled and frowned, and said, "The prince lives in the palace, the young master lives in the big mansion, and the farmer's son can only be in the field." ”

Zhong Xihou was quite interested in this answer, and he found it interesting. The prince should live in the palace, the young master should live in the big mansion, and the farmer's son can only wave his head in the field.

If you want to summarize this little lady's words, it can be summed up in one sentence, this is fate.

After a few "coo-dong", "coo-dong", "coo-dong", and then a "poof", the whole room fell silent, and then heard this Hua Shaohong burp with satisfaction, and then noticed that everyone was looking at him.

He was serious, cleared his throat, and said, "What kind of prince will Xiangning?"

It was quiet again, and suddenly, Zhong Xihou clapped his hands, and then made a few sounds.

"Yes, the prince and the general, would you rather have a kind?"

"You guys, but you can't go back home?"

Standing outside the door, Yingruge asked, and the room was quiet again.

How should the concept of home be explained?

Zang Yan and Qin Ji have no home, or Zang Yan's former home is the city lord's mansion in the city that never sleeps, and the flower building in the city is her home later.

Where is Qin Ji's home? Is it a ruined temple with a group of people, or the magnificent Southern Forbidden City?

Zhong Xihou also thought about it carefully, his home, I am afraid that there is only a city that never sleeps in the west.

If he can go back, he will go back.

He was born in the desert outside the city that never sleeps, grew up in the city that never sleeps, and in the end, he also decided to die in the city that never sleeps, which is inevitable.

He turned his head again and looked at Hua Shaohong, Honghong, the so-called abandoned son of the Hua family, but what this abandoned son was holding in his hand was the Ziluan Treasure Bow.

The four of them, naturally, will not understand what kind of pain it is to know where their home is, but they can't get back.

Zhong Xihou asked, "If you knew where he was, would you still go to save him?"

Ying Ruge nodded, and Zhong Xihou asked again: "Then have you considered why yours······ Why would he tell you he's gone?"

Ying Ruge's eyes widened suddenly, yes, why did You Lingxi appear? You Lingxi shouldn't have appeared, and it was impossible to bring someone to find Zhong Xihou and say that Mo Sang was gone.

If it is replaced by Zhu Jiannan and Zhu Yinuo, even if it is Mo Ming, these people are gone, or it is possible, but the person who is missing now is Mo Sang.

Zhong Xihou knew that there were many inconveniences in front of several people, so he took Ying Ruge to his courtyard.

Haunting Ruge began to meditate and explore the memories of You Lingxi.

You Lingxi's experience today is like a marquee in my mind.

He saw a man, the black-necked crane, a thief like no other in the world. The black-necked crane went to Hanshan Temple, and he found You Lingxi. The black-necked crane asked You Lingxi to go to the restaurant, and there were things related to ink tea in the restaurant.

Why does the black-necked crane happen to appear at Hanshan Temple the day after the moonless night?

Ying Ruge suddenly thought of why the black-necked crane asked You Lingxi to find that restaurant, or why the person behind the black-necked crane asked You Lingxi to go to that restaurant.

Could it be, he just wanted You Lingxi to see those sword marks, like sword marks raging in the wind?

Ying Ruge didn't answer Zhong Xihou's question when he was in the front yard, he asked Zhong Xihou: "Why did You Lingxi and the others come to arrest you?"

Zhong Xihou stretched out his right hand and opened it violently into the air. Look at the palms of the hands, full of fine calluses, look at the back of the hands, the finger bones are thick, the skin is rough, like a hard-working old farmer in the field.

He didn't answer the little junior brother's question, he asked rhetorically: "Little junior brother, because my brother doesn't understand the way of immortals, you might solve your doubts for your brother?"

Yingruge was a little strange, but he didn't refuse, and he didn't ask any more.

Yan Xiao is a cultivator, and what he teaches himself is the way of immortals. Zhong Xihou is in the same door as himself, and he is even more eleventh senior brother, so what is Yan Xiao passing on to him?

"Cultivating immortals together, pay attention to resonance with heaven and earth. The big world outside the body, the small world inside. The world has been 70,000 years, and mortals are limited to 70 years, and immortals can feed on the Qi of heaven and earth for more than 700 spring and autumn. ”

"Immortal, is it?" Zhong Xihou silently spit out these words, and then asked, "Master, is there a limit?"

Ying Ruge did not hesitate, just nodded and continued to explain: "Live in the world for eternity, do not die in the world." However, the so-called human world is only the human world in this life. The immortals are lonely, the living are reincarnated for seventy years, and the immortals only increase their grief. ”

Zhong Xihou asked again: "Immortals are immortal, who will not die?"

Lingering like a song without thinking, he replied: "The ghost is immortal." ”

Zhong Xihou was stunned for a moment and couldn't help laughing. Ghosts are never born, so they naturally do not die.

Suddenly, the two fingers of his right hand joined together, and he emitted sword qi, which was like the wind, blowing the flowers and plants in the courtyard. The hand opened again, the sword qi dissipated, and the wind stopped.

He asked again: "The little junior brother cultivates immortals and controls fire, but immortals can also divide the gold, wood, water, fire and earth?"

Ying Ruge nodded, shook his head again, glanced at Zhong Xihou, and saw that the black-faced city lord from the west was a little puzzled, stretched out his left hand, palm up, lit a fireball, and explained: "Gold, wood, water, fire, and earth are the five major elements in the world, what is the wind?

Zhong Xihou opened his mouth, but did not make a sound, and he didn't know what to say. Ying Ruge pinched out the flame in his palm and continued to explain: "There are 80 million elements in the world, and the difference between immortals is 80 million. Just like your sword qi, based on the Qi source of the small world in your own inner mansion, you can cultivate it to turn into sword qi, like the wind, but not the wind. How can we ensure that others can't take the Qi source of the small world of the inner house as the foundation, and concentrate on cultivation to turn into sword qi, like fire, ice, thunder and lightning?"

Zhong Xihou suddenly laughed and clapped his hands, this time he didn't understand. About half an hour later, one person was puzzled, the other person did not answer, and Ying Ruge actually understood the meaning.

Seeing that he also used his two fingers as a sword, Qi Yuan used it extremely skillfully, stabbed out Yuan Gong and lifted a sword, the wind rose slightly, but he saw yellow flowers all over the sky, slowly falling. Zhong Xihou laughed a few times, waved his hand, but saw the wind rise, and the yellow flowers that fell to the ground danced with the wind in an instant, and scattered invisible.

This meaning is too clear, what You Lingxi is looking for is a big swordsman, a big swordsman with a sword aura like the wind.

There are not many big swordsmen in the world, how many swordsmen are in the world?

Coincidentally, such a big swordsman will appear in Lincheng and Jinling?

When the wind stopped, Zhong Xihou suddenly became serious and asked Yingruge: "Little junior brother, are you familiar with that Lingxi?"

If you don't answer, do you not admit it or acquiesce?

Zhong Xihou stood up from his seat and raised his hands to the sky again, palms facing inward. His hands are exactly the same, not bad at all, if he is just practicing swords, his left hand is not as good as his right hand. Ying Ruge naturally heard about it, and also understood that in addition to being a good sword player, Zhong Xihou is also a boxing master who can shock the world with his empty hands.

The sword and fist are as easy as teeth and claws for Zhong Xihou, the evil tiger from Xisha. You really have to judge which one hurts more, and you have to practice it yourself, but again, who would dare?

"My father-in-law died, and Yan Xiao gave me two choices. ”

"Oh······"

"The king is in the world!" When he spit out these four words, Zhong Xihou's expression and posture really changed a little, the kind of domineering that really reigns over the world can't help but be exposed, where the king sees it, how can the subjects not kneel?

"Two?"

"The West is the Hou. Saying these four words, Zhong Xihou's eyes were inexplicably a little gentle, gentle that did not match his appearance.

He should be like a literati, hugging cats and teasing dogs, flowers blooming and falling in front of the court, and clouds rolling in the sky.

When it is the season of spring planting and autumn harvest, it is time to roll up your sleeves and trouser legs and help Daddy and Auntie to work in the fields.

When it comes to rainy and snowy days, students should pay attention to the essay poems that are in line with the season.

"Xidi, for Hou?" Ying Ruge frowned slightly, although Zhong Xihou couldn't see it, he could guess it.

"Yes, Zhongxi Hou. My father-in-law defined my life as a marquis, and I didn't get involved in the Central Plains!"

The West is the Hou, not involved in the Central Plains?

Is this the Zhongxi Hou that Zhong Nanyan wanted? However, the Hou of the West Land still set foot in the Central Plains after all. Then, whether the marquis of the West is ready to chase the Central Plains, win the Central Plains, King's Landing, not only the Central Plains.

Ying Ruge didn't make a sound, just turned his head and stared at Zhong Xihou, which made Zhong Xihou feel a little furious.

In order not to look at Ying Ruge, Zhong Xihou had to silently look down at the palm of his left hand. He unconsciously clenched his fist and let go, clenched his fist and released it again. His left hand could obviously lift two or three hundred stone locks, but why did he always feel weak, as if he couldn't do it.

"I once asked if it was difficult to read a book, maybe to make a painting for a lonely, a picture of the splendid mountains and rivers in the arms of the rivers and mountains, delicate and beautiful. Zhong Xihou paused for a few moments, his dark face set off the thoughtful eyes at this time, and he continued to say lightly, "Grinding blood is grinding, and the world is a stroke; ”

As soon as he heard this, Ying Ruge suddenly laughed, and then saw him stand upright, and said in a tough voice: "Zeguo Jiangshan has entered the battle map, and the people have a plan to make fun of Qiao Su." Relying on the words of the king to seal the marquis, one will succeed and ten thousand bones will wither. ”

Ying Ruge lightly spit out such four lines of poetry, and couldn't help grinning, relying on your words to seal the marquis, one will be a success!

He couldn't help but look at Zhong Xihou again, and thought silently in his heart, Zhong Xihou, Zhong Xihou, how many tens of thousands of white bones can be piled up under your feet?

After listening to Yingru Song and reciting these four lines of poetry, Zhong Xihou couldn't help laughing, and after holding back, he teased slightly: "Seriously, as Honghong said, the prince and the general, Ning has a kind of little junior brother, listen to you recite the poem, I want to come to the White Cloud Fairy to feed you ink." ”

"Ugly Father······