As the saying goes, it's not that enemies don't get together, but coincidentally, Zhongxi Hou went down the mountain with a flower and saw a person in Xu Qinghe's tavern called "Qixian Shop".

This man wore light armor made of animal skins, his messy hair was scattered, and a sheepskin pot was tied around his waist, which was incompatible with Moxian, which was full of scholarly and popular literati.

This person looked as if he had not stopped all the way, and his expression was tired.

Hua Shaohong was a little helpless, frowned and said, "Master Hou, in this way, I am also very embarrassed." ”

Zhong Xihou laughed out loud, and smiled at Hua Shaohong, this smile was a little gloomy.

He didn't say much, and continued to lead Hua Shaohong to stride forward. But Hua Shaohong is strange, Hou Ye's direction is to ignore this "fairy shop".

Passing by the teahouse, Hua Shaohong saw that Zhongxi Hou did not squint and walked by himself.

He turned his head to look at Yan Hudeliang, and Yan Hude also looked at him.

The two walked about ten steps away from the teahouse, and Yan Hude ran out of the store and knelt on the ground with both knees, which immediately attracted the attention of the guests in the teahouse and the pedestrians on the street.

The man has gold under his knees, and this brute really doesn't know how to be polite.

The sound of kneeling on the ground was so loud that Zhong Xihou could no longer pretend that he didn't see or hear, he stopped and turned around.

It is said that Xiao Liang's injury has also recovered quickly, and now it seems that it has recovered as before.

"Master Hou······"

Just two words, no more words.

The corners of Zhong Xihou's mouth curled slightly, and he didn't say much, turned around, and continued to walk on his own.

Hua Shaohong was slightly stunned, and immediately ran over to help Yan Hudeliang with joy, and dusted off his body for the wolf king, this kid was not polite, he threw the package he was carrying to Yan Hude, and jumped towards Zhongxihou like a rabbit.

Hua Shaohong looked back at Yan Hude, who was still expressionless, and he asked Zhongxi Hou in a low voice: "Master Hou, have you really forgiven the Wolf King?"

When Zhongxihou heard this, he sneered, and naturally, he also replied softly: "He was not my Zhongxihou in the first place, a dead man, a poor man who tried to restore the country in vain." ”

Hua Shaohong understood and didn't understand, but he didn't care, all in all, Hou Ye wouldn't kill Yan Hude, that's enough.

Zhong Xihou and his party left, and the tavern lady named Xu Qinghe appeared in front of a fruit stall, picked up a red fruit and took a bite without asking the price. She looked at the backs of Zhong Xihou and the others leaving, and asked, "If Long Yao entrusts this person, are you willing?"

"Hou is not a king. The owner of the fruit stall spat out these four words, and the voice was really harsh and ugly.

Hou is not a king?

Xu Qinghe looked at the guy who wrapped himself in a dumpling, took a bite of the fruit in his hand, and after a sigh, he said, "Then you, when will you be the king?"

The man sneered, his voice was as cold as the cold wind, but he also exuded domineering, and heard him say: "Master said, after Gongzi Wushuang Immortal goes, I will be the overlord of the sword!"

Xu Qinghe couldn't help but shake his head, and said regretfully: "It's a pity, it's a pity, your Longyao Sword didn't fall into the hands of Hongmeng Xin in the end, and it ruined the heavens." ”

The man couldn't help frowning, his Long Yao sword fell into Hongmengxin's hands?

Hongmengxin, who is it?

"It's okay, the sword is not a dragon, and the sword is not open. ”

Xu Qinghe was a little bored, turned around, walked towards his tavern, and said before leaving: "It's better to make a bet, I'll bet that I won't become a dragon and become a python." ”

"Ten altars. ”

As soon as these words came out, Xu Qinghe was happy, gnawed the fruit and twisted his waist and was about to leave, when he heard the undiminished fall: "Come on, just wait for the senior brother's drunken immortal brewing, and the junior sister will go to make a gift for someone to be a porter first." ”

The owner of this fruit stall said with dissatisfaction: "You haven't started, it's better not to take a bite of a senior brother." ”

Xu Qinghe was not happy, pouted, like a girl of fifteen or sixteen, and said: "What? Do you think I'm ashamed or what? If you don't agree to the reason that there is no female dependents under the master's seat, I can hear the sixth brother say that the fifth brother is a senior sister." ”

The fruit stall owner sneered and said, "Then dare to ask, why can't the master recognize you when he sees you?"

"That's because, that's because ······" Xu Qinghe was hesitant and didn't know how to answer.

The owner of the fruit stall trembled slightly, looked up at the sky, and was overjoyed, listening to him slowly spit out eight words: "The purple qi comes from the east, and the imperial dragon is waking up." ”

As everyone knows, the "purple gas coming from the east" that this person saw was a big misunderstanding, and this misunderstanding was also related to the "eastward departure" of the overseas island country, but that was another story.

Xu Qinghe had no interest in what purple qi came from the east, she was curious about the other senior brother's behavior today, and asked the person in front of her: "What the third senior brother did today, if the master knows about it, will he blame it?"

The man shook his head and said, "Master left it with you, saying that someone would come to pick it up, but he didn't say who. You didn't tell me how to open the box, and the third brother just borrowed the Buddha's light and didn't touch the things inside, so what do you have to worry about?"

Xu Qinghe felt the same, and he didn't care anymore.

"It's time for me to go, too. ”

"Where is Senior Brother going?"

"Find someone and level the Sword Sect in the world. ”

Xu Qinghe was still puzzled, but the owner of the fruit stall walked out of the fruit stall. He walked briskly out of the city, he didn't care what would happen to the fruit stand. He's going to a place, he's going to meet someone.

Where?

Go to the Twilight Building.

Who to meet?

The bad old man who had been hiding in the mountains for too long was impermanent.

Back to Mojia Villa, Zhu Yinuo, who was wrapped in a white cloth and bandage, forcibly walked out of the medical hall, and even planned to go to the horse shed to lead his little Feichen.

The county lord, who had not shown up for a few days, suddenly appeared, and when he saw Zhu Yinuo's appearance, he was so angry that he tied Zhu Yinuo to the wooden bed in the medical hall, and almost gagged his mouth with water-soaked satin.

Zhu Yinuo's actions are naturally very simple, but the source of the disaster is Qu'er's girl.

Zhu Yinuo kept chattering in the infirmary, Qu'er was annoyed, so he said, Zhongxi Hou has gone down the mountain, what are you doing.

Zhu Yinuo couldn't move his hands and feet at this time, so he was not happy, so he had to chase Zhong Xihou and fight again. also pleaded with Yin Li in every possible way, which made Yin Li very embarrassed, but Mo Ming and Qu'er, the two brothers and sisters, were purely watching the play.

The infirmary was extremely noisy, and the maid made an announcement, and a guard walked in with a large wooden box.

Everyone looked at the wooden box in unison, which was like a sword box and a knife box.

Mo Ming was about to take a step forward to check, but was stopped by the guards. The guard immediately knelt down on one knee and explained: "Please don't get close to the young owner, it's really strange that this box has spent half an hour and still doesn't know how to open it." ”

"Who sent it?" Mo Ming asked, naturally he didn't believe that someone would send a large wooden box for no reason, or a wooden box that could not be opened.

The guard clasped his hands into fists and replied, "I don't know, it's just a dark cloud floating from the east, and then this box is ······."

The guard couldn't go on, and to the best of his understanding, the plot was really incredible. On a cloudless sunny day, a dark cloud was turned out of thin air, and it really floated to the Mojia Villa, so it was okay, but a big wooden box fell from the dark cloud.

It's not a bad sign, is it?

Mo Ming dismissed the guards and maids, and Yin Li and Qu'er also got out of the medical hall, and Mo Ming was left in this medical hall with Zhu Yinuo, who was curious with his eyes open.

Mo Ming's eyes were closed, and the two fingers of his right hand were in one and kept going back and forth in the air, like drawing a talisman.

At first glance, I saw an ice blue streamer shooting towards the wooden box, and the golden light around the wooden box actually glowed, canceling out the ice blue streamer and making it impossible to detect.

Mo Ming didn't hesitate, and Zhu Yinuo's eyes widened a little more. I saw Mo Ming slowly press her hand on the wooden box, and the wooden box didn't make any movement, it was quiet, it really looked like a dead thing.

Zhu Yinuo was frightened, struggling and about to tear off the tie, but he heard a scolding, it was not someone else, it was his aunt.

The county lord frowned slightly, and her red-painted nails were about to tear the silk in her hand, but she didn't move a single step, and she didn't say anything after scolding.

Zhu Yinuo, this kid is naturally not stupid, when he saw his aunt's reaction, he didn't dare to make a fart, and even tried to control his breathing.

In the next moment, Zhu Yinuo suddenly felt some difficulty breathing, which was not caused by his control of frequency, but more like the thinner and thinner air in the room.

Zhu Yinuo was a little uncomfortable, he turned his head to look at Mo Ming, his eyes were full of joy, and his mouth couldn't help grinning.

Looking at my aunt again, her brows stretched, like a girl of sixteen or seventeen full of spring breeze.

Don't say it, this aunt is happy from the bottom of her heart, she is really a beauty, I don't know that in the past year, there was a woman surnamed Zhu.

Looking at Mo Ming again, Zhu Yinuo finally saw a reason.

The golden light visible to the naked eye flowed out of the box, enveloping the ink tea, and I saw a thick black gas like ink emitting from the middle of the ink tea. The black gas is compatible with the golden light, wrapped in the golden light, and the golden light gradually turns into the ink tea. Looking at his expression, his face stretched, and he no longer had the words and deeds in his childhood memories that were as rigid as rotten wood and dead stones.

Mo Ming, is this laughing?

But, what is Mo Ming laughing at?

Looking again, I saw Mo Ming's forehead, the corners of his eyes, shrouded in golden light, and his blurred face looked like he was four or five years old.

Mo Ming's appearance was very familiar to him, but when he looked at it again, he always felt that the cousin in front of him was a little hazy, as if he was in a fog. After thinking about it for a long time, Zhu Yinuo realized that the feeling was a strangeness.

The golden light dissipated, and the room was silent.

Ren is Zhu Yinuo or Yin Li and Mo Qu'er who sneaked back again, or this county lord, no one dares to make the first sound.

saw Mo Ming holding the box in one hand and kneading his face with the other. Zhu Yinuo's eyes widened a little, crazy?

Listening to Mo Ming laughing again, his voice was scattered, the breath was strong, and the sound spread far away, and the county lord also covered his mouth and laughed.

Laugh, laugh, laugh, this is crying with joy?

Zhu Yinuo actually saw the corners of his aunt's eyes, and tears really fell.

But no matter how beautiful my aunt was in the past, and how delicately maintained she was over the years, she was in her forties after all, and her skin was no longer as delicate as her little mother.

That tear, that tear was stuck in the corner of the eye, and it couldn't slip down.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Yinuo didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

Looking at Mo Ming again, he walked to the other bed, and his body fell head-on. He sank his head deep into the pillow, as if relieved, ready to rest.

Zhu Yinuo really doesn't understand, what's going on?

After listening to the county lord's voice a few times, he said: "The sky is endless with my Mo family, this is the sky without ending my Mo family." ”

The words fell, and he laughed a few more times with tears.

The tears finally slipped down the corners of the eyes, down the face, the chin, and finally on the chest.

Zhu Yinuo still didn't understand, and he didn't endure it any longer, and asked: "Auntie, who dares to destroy the Mo family, do you want to die?"

When the county lord heard this, he laughed happily a few times, came over, and rewarded Zhu Yinuo with a chestnut, and this stupid boy was so painful that his neck was shortened by one point.

But listening to Mo Ming on the side, he was serious and said, "The Sword Sect of the World!"

"Huh, who?"

The county lord laughed a few times, and was about to speak, but Mo Ming said something that the county lord couldn't believe, so he heard him: "A group of old immortals." ”

Is this a joke?

"The Buddha looks at the water and has mercy on the common people, it is my Mo family's life that should not be extinguished, and it is also your father and son, and it is my Mo family's ancestors who have moved my Buddha with kindness for generations. ”

Mo Ming suddenly realized, yes, that golden light, isn't the golden light that warms his Qi source now the Buddha's light?

But it was Zhu Yinuo's words that interrupted the fugue thoughts of the Mo family's mother and son, and he frowned and said, "Hey, who is chanting Buddha?"

The two looked at each other and looked at Zhu Yinuo in unison, Zhu Yinuo was startled, and asked, "Did I hear it wrong?"

No one answered, and no one cared.

Because of a problem that has plagued the Mo family for twenty-four years, today it has been solved because of a wooden box.

Mo Ming turned over, forced himself to sit up, took off the pitch-black sword from the bedside, held it with both hands, respectfully, and said: "Mother, this sword, Ming'er can't take it for the time being, please hand it over to my father to protect the sword for Ming'er for another thirty years!"

When the county lord heard this, he was not like a scholar who took the sword rigidly, such as a friend who had been absent for a long time, holding the sheath in one hand and the hilt of the sword in the other, and almost accompanied by a few tears.

Listen to her whisper: "Your father once relied on him, and the mountains and rivers were shocked. ”

After that, he returned the sword to Mo Ming, said no more, and left the hospital by himself.

Zhu Yinuo lay on the bed and pondered carefully, the rivers and lakes, what kind of rivers and lakes are they?

The temple is so high that he has no intention of being a king. Far away from the rivers and lakes, how he is a hero.

Mo Ming suddenly asked, "Xiao Yinuo, are you thinking about those chivalrous things again?"

Zhu Yinuo smiled and replied, "It's still the little brother who can read my mind." I said, Mo Ming, you say, are there many people like my uncle?"

"If there are more people like my father in the rivers and lakes, then the water in the rivers and lakes is too bitter. ”

When Zhu Yinuo heard this, he also nodded, and echoed: "Yes, there are many people like my uncle in the rivers and lakes, so how should a junior like you mix, then there is no young junior in this river and lake, it is too bitter." ”

When Mo Ming heard this, she also laughed out loud, but the wound did not heal, and she was so painful that she didn't know how to speak.

But just those few laughs, they turned out to be angry, kept coughing, and they were even more unlucky, coughing, adding a point of pain, coughing, adding a point of pain.

Later, a prince of a family who longed for the rivers and lakes went to the rivers and lakes, and also went to the rivers and lakes he was fascinated by.

In later generations, there was a down-and-out scholar who walked the world with a book frame on his back, passed by Jinling, sighed in front of a ten-person-high stone sword sculpture, and engraved two lines of poetry with a pen on the stone wall on the side:

The three-foot sword blade speaks a thousand words, a word, a promise, and a river and lake.