"Ugly father?"

Zhong Xihou was stunned for a moment, and naturally he quickly understood. Is it a dog? Baiyun or Canggou, two half-Buddha and half-immortal hidden masters, why would they teach a child such a poem.

He suddenly remembered his father-in-law, a generation of heroes in Xicheng. Zhongxi Hou couldn't help but read a poem, listening to his voice like the wind and sand passing over the rocks, a little vicissitudes of life and a little emotion, and said: "It is rumored that the First World War is full of sorrow, and the strong troops on both sides of the strait have not ended. Whoever says that Cangjiang is always fine, and there has been a long blood struggle recently. Alas, all the gods are worried. ”

"Division······ Master Hou, whose world is it?"

Zhong Xihou was stunned again, yo hey, you are a venerable martial arts and a great evil force, and you always feel awkward to ask yourself such a question as the lord of a city in the imperial court.

Zhong Xihou replied without thinking, and listened to him: "The world is the world of the Long family, and it is the world of the people of the world, not the world of the Zhong family." ”

"Northern Qi, Asai, will you take the world?"

"The city that never sleeps, whether it is Northern Qi or Ace, it will not be able to take over the world. ”

"The West does not exist?"

"That lonely person can't be sealed for marquis, and he can't see the blood of the Cangjiang River. ”

Ying Ruge stood up suddenly, straightened up, tied the cuffs of her left and right hands tightly, unexpectedly clasped her hands together in front of her chest, and bent down to bow deeply. Zhong Xihou was surprised, but it didn't show on his face, he was curious how Ying Ruge would explain it next. Ying Ruge did begin to explain, Zhong Xihou was also not surprised, when he looked up to the sky and laughed, there was a little envy in this laughter.

He couldn't remember exactly what Ying Ruge said, he only heard and remembered the sentence clearly, "I, Daye Secret Guard, after Mo Tianshu!"

I, Daye Secret Guard, after Mo Tianshu?

I, Daye Secret Guard, after Mo Tianshu.

I, Daye Secret Guard, after Mo Tianshu!

Lonely, the flowers are full of Xicheng, after Zhong Nanyan!

Lonely, the flowers are full of Xicheng, after Zhong Nanyan.

Lonely, flowers are full of Xicheng, after Zhong Nanyan?

Ying Ruge also seemed to see something, and suddenly took off her mask and rubbed her face. Sure enough, it's really comfortable to expose your face.

Zhong Xihou looked at this face, although the eyes and nose are basically almost exactly the same as another person, but on one face, coupled with the difference in skin color and the difference in the edges and corners of the face, it will not be another person after all.

Immediately afterwards, Ying Ruge suddenly asked: "Master Hou, or should I be called the Lord of Zhongcheng first." ”

Zhong Xihou frowned slightly, this, is there a difference?

Ying Ruge continued: "Although I am in the rivers and lakes, I know more or less about the distribution of the imperial court. In all the cities under heaven, except for the two kings and one marquis, the other city lords have no hierarchical official positions. ”

Zhong Xihou nodded, and added a sentence to help Ying Ruge: "If you have the same surname, you can't be a king, and you can't be a marquis unless you have a merit." The position of the lord of the city should be comparable to that of the first-class duke, and it is better than the first-class duke, and there is no city lord who is willing to put down the status of the emperor of the soil to seek a nominal official position in the inner government. ”

When Ying Ruge heard this, he nodded, as if he was about to finish what he was going to say quickly, and his speed of speech was a little anxious, and he continued: "If Lord Hou, no, Lord Zhongcheng and his entourage went to the Inner Mansion. The entourage calls Hou in front of the princes and nobles, the lord of Zhongcheng is the Hou Ye, the son of the capital at the foot of the Son of Heaven, will you wonder which master and which Hou you are?"

When Zhong Xihou heard this, his brows furrowed slightly, and he rubbed his left thumb and index finger against the chin that came out again. Before knowing that the falconry season arrived, Zhongxi Hou followed Zhong Nanyan's meaning, and the west land was Hou. Now that he has arrived in Lincheng, it is inevitable that he will not go to the inner mansion in the future.

The children of the capital are rebellious, this kind of situation may really be encountered, and he was about to say what he guessed, but he listened to Yingru Song and continued to add, he cleared his throat, and sang in a playful tone: "Which family are you the marquis······ My lord is the lord of the western land, Zhong, Xi, Hou ······"

The last note of the Hou word turned sharply several times, and Zhongxi Hou burst out laughing.

Hou Ye?Oh, I have seen this big and small Hou Ye and his son in the capital, which master and which Hou are you?

My lord is the lord of the sword in the world, the lord of the western land of Daye, the Marquis of Zhongxi!

What kind of Hou is Zhongxihou?

Huh······

Thinking of such a picture, Zhong Xihou laughed even more, what Hou? Zhongxi Hou! What is Zhongxi Hou? Hehe!

Suddenly, Zhong Xihou couldn't laugh, because the entourage in his mind was actually Yan Hu Deliang. He couldn't help but think of the young master of the three nine states who he had taken the name of the wolf king, and wanted to ask, but his lips opened and closed again.

How could Ying Ruge not be able to observe it, and asked, "Master Hou, what are your concerns?"

Zhong Xihou smiled slightly, he often called himself lonely, because the high place was unbearable, and the lord of a city was lonely, although it was to conform to the courtesy, but also to show his helplessness.

He looked at his junior brother again, and wondered, why did Yan Xiao finally accept such a kid? This kid is thirteen, he is eleven, Yan Xiao has accepted three disciples in this generation, but the strength of the two of them is not as good as the twelve brothers.

He didn't hold back any longer, and asked Yingruge: "Little junior brother, if you see Xiao Liang again, should you kill Lone?"

"Why kill?"

Zhong Xihou was stunned for a moment, he thought of four or five possible answers, but he didn't expect Ying Ruge to ask him such a rhetorical question. Zhong Xihou laughed again, yes, why did you kill Xiao Liang?

"This kid also said that Hou Ye is not his master, since he is not a master and servant, how can he be restricted? Why should this kid be responsible for Hou Ye's actions? Hou Ye came to Lincheng for the debt of Zhong Daxia to go west, and Ying Ruge stayed in Lincheng for the sake of Lou Ren being killed. ”

Zhong Xihou didn't answer directly, but also asked rhetorically: "That little junior brother, have you found the murderer?"

"If you can't do this, I'm afraid it's easy to get cold. ”

"Yi Shuihan?" He had seen those corpses, and the one who was killed by the sword said that it was Yi Shuihan, and Thaksin, what about the one who was killed by the fist?

"Lonely thinking, the debts of the predecessors, will the predecessors repay or the descendants will pay back?"

"Then, should I go to the great swordsman for revenge, or should I find an opportunity to beat that little boy?"

When Zhong Xihou heard this, he couldn't help laughing, this little junior brother is really a joke one after another today. He said suddenly, he didn't expect that when he finished speaking, he didn't expect that he would be so open-minded, he continued: "It's better to be like this, if you let go of hatred, you will also let go of hatred." ”

Haunting Ruge didn't answer, let go of hatred?

"Naturally, the revenge of the people in your building cannot be avenged. If necessary, he can also help his brother. ”

Ying Ruge was grateful, but he didn't accept it, and Zhong Xihou naturally understood. Suddenly, he thought of something, hesitated for a while, and still told Ying Ruge: "Little junior brother, when will your sword be unsealed?"

Ying Ruge didn't understand, his eyes asked, Zhong Xihou added: "You are indeed a monster and monster, maybe it is this kind of talent that Yan Xiao accepted you as a young man." People have dantian, for the sea of qi, but after the cultivation is improved, after consolidating the dantian, it is more dependent on the source of qi. For example, the little prince is miserable, he was born without Qi Yuan, and his cultivation is limited after all. I heard that eight hundred years ago, several sages beat the immortals, causing the immortals to lock the door, and the talent of cultivating immortals in the world was greatly reduced. The ancestor of the Hua family has studied the method of Qi Yuan's resonance of heaven and earth, and this is the ability to change the resonance of heaven and earth. You're good, it's the only person in the world who still has a fairy root, and you're free in the world, so fast. ”

Ying Ruge originally thought it was nothing, but when Zhongxi Hou said it, he suddenly felt that he was unfortunate and had a talent that others could not desire, and it was a flat account when he came and went.

Ying Ruge added: "There are many immortal cultivators in the world, and I am afraid that there are two or three hundred people in Daye alone. ”

Zhongxi Hou was speechless for an instant, his eyes were contemptuous, more like contempt, he asked, "How many people are there in my Daye, and how many warriors are there?"

Ying Ruge calculated the proportion, and couldn't help but say anything more.

Zhong Xihou naturally knew that Wang Gongzi and his disciples did not know the truth that folk wine and meat were expensive, and Yan Xiao, who was like a song and cultivated immortals, also praised him many times, and he was like those Wang Gongzi disciples with golden keys. He had no choice but to continue his remarks: "Martial arts practice, the ancestor is already a big threshold, not to mention the desolate realm of the grandmaster above the ancestor. The Flood Desolation Realm may be a gap between heaven and earth for the people of the world, but for you and me, it is just the beginning, and the leap of the Eight Realms of Hongmeng is what you and I need to pursue. ”

Zhong Xihou couldn't help spreading out his right hand, and his palm gathered a slight tornado, the fifth realm of Hongmeng, which can resonate with heaven and earth, what is the difference between it and immortals?

When Ying Ruge heard this, he frowned, if it weren't for Zhong Xihou's reminder, he would have almost forgotten that the cultivation of a martial artist is not easier than that of an immortal cultivator.

"I, even if I became a Sword Destroyer in the past, I have only just stepped into the Hongmeng Dual Realm. ”

Zhong Xihou was not shocked on the surface, but he complained thousands of times in his heart, Hongmeng Double Realm, how old are you kid this year? Plus you were sealed by Yan Xiao to cultivate, how much did you do in your teens? Suddenly hooked his lips and smiled slightly, this kid will be seven or eight years later, and at his age, he may also step into the Hongmeng Fivefold Realm as he wishes?

Soon, Zhong Xihou frowned again, Hongmeng Triple Realm? This kid has been suppressed by Yan Xiao for so many years, and he is afraid that Qi Yuan's backlog will be full, if it is unsealed, it will break through the realm of triple realm?

"How many swords did Yan Xiao seal?"

"Thirteen, now twelve. ”

Zhong Xihou didn't ask the reason, he carefully calculated in his mind one sword or the cultivation required, twelve swords, and he asked again: "The day of unsealing?"

"January. ”

Zhong Xihou's brows deepened, there is still a month, it seems that he has to change his itinerary.

"Little junior brother, maybe tell Brother Wei what the Sword Sect is?"

Ying Ruge's expression was very honest, and he was a little surprised. The Sword Sect, generally understood, will simply think that it is a sect that uses the sword as a sect, or a spirit, or something else that does not. However, this Sword Sect was a hidden force, and he wouldn't have guessed it.

"Sword Sect, it's ready to enter the WTO. ”

"Sword Sect, join the WTO?"

"Although I don't understand the reason, I'm afraid it has something to do with the Mo family. Hou Ye will think that my Dusk Han Building, Yi Shuihan of the Zhu family in Lincheng, and that Yan Yunqi are the three mysterious organizations in the world, that is a joke. ”

Zhong Xihou didn't refute it, although the words of Yingruge were not good, but they were indeed true. No matter how statusful and mysterious the Dusk Hanlou, Yi Shuihan, and Yan Yunqi are, they are just Daye's sects after all.

I don't know how big the world outside Daye is, whether it is Zhongxi Hou or Yingruge, so how can we ensure that there is no organization that can crush the Daye Sect?

"The last time the Sword Sect entered the WTO was nearly twenty years ago, because of the Rebellion in Wangcheng. This time, he joined the WTO, but the spearhead was pointed at the Mo family, which can't help but be strange. ”

"Why?"

Ying Ruge also shook his head, and he continued: "Have you heard the sound of a sword in this Jinling City?"

Zhong Xihou nodded, and pointed in the direction, he suddenly understood, that direction, isn't it the direction of Moxian?

"Little junior brother, if you can step into the Hongmeng Triple Realm before the Sword Sect enters the world, you may be able to help the Mo family survive this catastrophe. ”

"People from the Sword Sect?" lingered with a bitter smile, not knowing how to answer. Zhongxi Hou, Zhong Xihou, do you know that the people of the Sword Sect don't disdain the Hongmeng Eightfold Realm at all, and the people there are all immortal cultivators.

Zhongxi Hou smiled, waved his hand, and said, "Just kidding, just kidding, although Brother Wei doesn't know if the force that Brother Wei thinks is the Sword Sect that you still have in your mouth and that is about to enter the world." But as far as my brother knows, not all of those forces are masters of Hongmeng's heavy realm, and you should naturally understand the reason. I don't know why my father-in-law didn't tell me all about the Sword Sect, but when my father-in-law was drunk, he was drunk, and there was once a sect that wanted to enter the West City, or should it be said that it was a force, and it was full of sword masters. These people are very mysterious and have a strong purpose, however, the righteous father later challenged their leader, and won half a move, and this sect or this force left Xicheng from then on, promising that as long as he Zhong Nanyan was in Xicheng for a day, they would not invade for a day. ”

Ying Ruge also understood what Zhong Xihou meant, if Ying Ruge could win the people of the Sword Sect, he could ask the Sword Sect to retreat. Ying Ruge stared at Zhong Xihou, Zhong Xihou was a little uncomfortable, shook his head, and stood up again, his body was straight, and his head was slightly raised. I also saw that his left hand was clenched into a fist and placed on his lower back, and the palm of his right hand was slightly raised upward, and in an instant, the wind rose.

I saw a strong wind howling, not like the kind of sword qi that turned into wind before, this gust of wind was really a strong wind. The wind became stronger and stronger, and the color became more and more intense, which was visible to the naked eye, white with yellow, thick like cooking smoke.

He turned his head to look at Zhong Xihou, the face of the black-faced man was slightly pale, obviously showing his cultivation, even Zhong Xihou was a little struggling.

Ying Ruge asked: "Master Hou, you, how heavy?"

"A few days ago, I broke the five-fold, and the future has time to be stable, I can hear those few swords and dragons, and I have a slight understanding, I am afraid that it is close to the edge of the sixfold. ”

At the age of less than thirty-five, he broke through the five folds and six realms, and the words of the eyebrows were more three-dimensional. He also stretched out his hand, his body was as straight as a rod like Zhong Xihou, and his left hand was on the back of his waist, and he cultivated his body like pouring beans.

At first glance, the yellow flowers danced with the wind, the white clouds gathered outside the sky, the color would be dark, or thunder, but I saw that the song fell to the ground and vomited a mouthful of black blood. Zhong Xihou knew that something was wrong, his right hand was clenched into a fist, and the wind disappeared in an instant. Lower your body, make your fist into a palm, stick it on the back of Yingruge, and cultivate your body into a steady stream of Yingruge's body. After nearly a quarter of an hour, the lingering song was smooth.

Sure enough, Yan Xiao is Yan Xiao, this old monster who has lived for an unknown amount of time is not something that juniors like them can guess.

"It's better to wait for the day when the lockdown will be lifted. ”

Ying Ruge also nodded, he suddenly thought of a question, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and asked: "Master Hou, if one day, you can make the country change hands, will it ······?"

The words were not finished, but he laughed and listened to Zhongxi Hou: "I don't even want a splendid picture of mountains and rivers, let alone go to study ink and prepare for painting." ”

After listening to the song, the people who were still worried about it have also solved the knot at this moment.

I heard Zhong Xihou say again: "I haven't thought about the country changing hands, how can you guarantee that the sleeping old dragon has never thought of swallowing the sun and the moon with his mouth, and changing his palm day and night?"

After listening to the song, Yingru frowned, smiled, and said inexplicably gentlely: "The old dragon king may have this intention, and the little fox is afraid that he will not do this." ”

This time, the Marquis of Zhong Xihou frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Don't forget, he has a brother, it's Mo Ming!"

Zhong Xihou couldn't help but feel a little bitter, if this answer can be regarded as an answer?

Subsequently, Zhong Xihou also smiled with relief, this answer can naturally be regarded as the answer.

The little fox has a brother, Mo Ming, and he has a junior brother, who is like a song!

"Little junior brother, life in the world, is sad and worried. But if that's it, why bother?"

What he was thinking about now was not the Mo family, not the Dusk Han Building, not the Avenue of Cultivating Immortals, not the Martial Arts Trail, all he thought in his mind was the glamorous and peerless girl, Qin Yue'er.

The west lord traveled eastward, met Shen Luan, and asked: What pure land is there in the world of the battle map? Shen Luan said: Why are the gods worried, the rivers and mountains are calligraphy and paintings? The west lord promised to return by himself.

- "Xicheng Chronicles - The Biography of Zhongxi Hou"