Some people are eager to be proud, but some people hope to live the days of picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely. In the end, those who longed for the rivers and lakes ended up just crossing the river and sinking to the bottom of the river. And how many of those who longed to return to peace died as they wished?

Finally, at the end, there will always be a similar line, if you know it early, if you know it early!

Just like the Zhu family in Lincheng, if they had known earlier, how could they have caused so many embarrassing things that were invisible to their relatives.

The night was deep, the people had dispersed, Mo Ming and the two brothers sat on the roof of the restaurant, each holding a pot of fairy brew in their hands, watching the river reflect the moon and stars, and slightly modified with scales.

"Changkong, do you think Zonghengzi's words are true or false?"

Ying Ruge lay down, looked up at the moon, and then said, "Brother, before you left the city, you wrote three letters, one to my eleventh senior brother, asking him to protect Zhu Yinuo." gave Zhu Yinuo a letter, which is regarded as a warning as a human brother and elder. But the last one, why should I send it to the old prince?"

Mo Ming also lay down, he didn't look at the moon, but turned his head sideways to look at Yingruge. If the two of them have grown up together since childhood, it would be fine, but after living for twenty-four years, one day suddenly a person who is exactly like himself will feel amazing after all. Looking at the side face of the lingering song, he lost his literary quality, was polite and handsome, but he had more perseverance and unyielding life and death.

Then Mo Ming also turned her head and looked at the moon. The moon is in the sky, and it will be a moonless night in a few days. It's strange, it's strange, even on a moonless night, I don't feel like I'm mad, and I'm in pain. He suddenly thought of one thing, since he can remember, every month without night will be miserable, so every month without night, will the sky be the same as him.

Thinking of this, Mo Ming thought of the two old monks of Hanshan Temple again, and couldn't help but feel sad in his heart, thinking that he had harmed the two of them.

Without thinking about it, Mo Ming laughed and said, "But test people's hearts." ”

"People's hearts?"

Ying Ruge turned her head sideways, her brows furrowed, and she looked at Mo Ming.

Mo Ming smiled slightly again and continued: "Yes, people's hearts. Like a song, do you know arithmetic?"

Ying Ruge thought it was funny, how could she not understand arithmetic, but she also knew that what Mo Ming wanted to ask was not this, so she had to nod and wait for the following.

Mo Ming sighed this time, and said mournfully: "My mother, my aunts and uncles are all grandpa's children, half of my blood comes from my grandfather, and the other half naturally comes from my grandmother. In this way, the blood in their bodies is exactly the same. Xiao Yinuo and his two brothers inherited half of the half, and I inherited half of my mother. In this way, half of the blood in the bodies of my two brothers is the same. But even if the blood in my body is similar, my surname is Mo in the end, not Zhu. ”

Ying Ruge smiled and said disdainfully: "What's the surname, what's the name, what's the point? People can understand it, and they know how to call you after they know it, isn't it enough?"

Mo Ming also laughed and joked: "You do have the capital to say this." Let's hear it, what other pseudonym do you have besides lingering like a song and Linghu Changkong?"

Ying Ruge smiled slightly, but shook his head, and also had a playful face: "If you don't mention it, I'm afraid that if I talk too much, my brother will envy me for my natural wealth, and I can make a name for myself in the rivers and lakes with a whole pseudonym." ”

Mo Ming pretended to be disdainful and said: "As a brother, he is also a figure on the Qingfeng list, if you say envy, I am afraid that Xiao Yinuo will be envious." ”

When Zhu Yinuo was mentioned, Ying Ruge couldn't help but think of Kui Wood Wolf. Kui Timber Wolf is dead, but Da Lang is alive, naturally, if Da Lang is counted as alive, then Zhitu is also alive. Kui Wood Wolf, Zhitu, Da Lang, yes, what's the importance of the name, isn't it enough to know who you're calling?

Mo Ming took another sip of wine, with a smile in his tone, and said: "Brother Wei wants to test whether he will make a move against the Mo family if Brother Wei leaves the Mo family and Jinling." For my brother, I wanted to test it again, and told my grandfather my whereabouts, whether it would make this town a river of blood. ”

Hearing the blood stained into a river, Ying Ruge quipped again: "But Jinling didn't send anyone here, you have already made this Qifeng Town's grievances a little more." Do you know that there are already rumors outside, Hangwaiqi Feng Town, a tavern. There are crazy children in the hall, and the wine sword never leaves him. One sword can be shocked, and two swords can shake ghosts and gods. Joy solves people's doubts, and evil slaughters people are all over the door. So, brother, you're really moody. ”

Mo Ming stretched out her hand and slapped Ying Ruge's head, and Ying Ruge also cooperated with the pain of "ouch". But then, Ying Ruge's tone was heavy and asked: "Don't talk about the outside world, just talk about Daye, it's not easy to be in charge of a city." Brother, do you really trust the prince?"

Mo Ming smiled, and then said: "Changkong, you didn't grow up in the Mo family, you don't know." The Mo family, in addition to having a bit of fame in the rivers and lakes, there is also an empty marquis position at the end of the court. If the people of the Mo family have a heart, please give a city, and if you want to come today, you don't dare to disobey the ancestral teachings. ”

"What Hou?

Ying Ruge teased, but Mo Ming's eyes gave out a light, and said: "Wine Sword Marquis, Wine Sword Marquis, this title is not bad." Indulge in wine and singing, hold a sword and let me swim. Don't ask about the king's affairs, just be a carefree marquis. Okay, in the future, the position of the Marquis of the Mo family will be changed to the Marquis of Wine and Sword. ”

A joke, but also gave the other party a name, lingering like a song in his heart called a depression.

Without waiting for him to be depressed for too long, Mo Ming asked a rather deep question, and listened to him: "Changkong, you said Zhongxi Hou, maybe you can trust it?"

Ying Ruge did not hesitate, and replied directly: "You can guarantee your life." "Le

Hearing Ying Ruge's tone so firm, Mo Ming couldn't help laughing. But he thought of one more thing, and said guiltily: "Changkong, you left twelve swords for your brother, and you can be ······ for your brother."

Hearing that it was something that was hated by the thirteen, Ying Ruge shook his head and said, "Don't get in the way, everything is a certainty." Zhong Xihou took away the Impermanence Sword, Zhu Yinuo took away the Thin Horse Sword, and I can guess where the remaining eleven are. ”

"It's better to leave a Zen Dao Heavenly Machine to you for my brother······"

Ying Ruge shook his head again and said, "Don't hide it from my brother, my sword intent has been dispersed." In this life, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold a sword anymore. But there is no need to worry about being a brother, you see, a person like me who does not have Qi Yuan can be alive and kicking, but I have a chance, and I have a shortcut to practice. It doesn't matter if you hold a sword or not. ”

Haunting Ruge said chic, but the moonlight fell, illuminating his face, and Mo Ming still saw the flash of loneliness in Haunting Ruge's eyes. In the past, Linghu Changkong wore a mask to get along with him, but now Ying Ruge is honest with him, what kind of personality this younger brother has, Mo Ming also knows seventy-seven-eighty-eight. Since he said so, Mo Ming didn't ask any more.

Mo Ming thought of something important again, and Zhengse said: "By the way, Changkong, if one day, someone wants to ask you to borrow some blood, you must not agree." The blood of our Mo family is quite special, and as for where it is, I haven't figured it out yet. ”

Ying Ruge smiled and said, "Red Emperor Yanmo?"

Mo Ming's eyes opened, quite surprised. But Ying Ruge still laughed, and then said: "People in the world think that this is a secret that shocks the world, but among immortal cultivators, this is just a proud blood inheritance. So, my talent in the fire path can be regarded as outstanding. ”

Hearing the answer, Mo Ming's heart was a little relieved, as if asking herself, but her tone was a little lonely, and she said, "Is it just like that?"

Ying Ruge thought of one more thing, but she didn't know whether to say it or not, and when she saw Mo Ming's eyes, she seemed to be signaling herself but it didn't hurt. Ying Ruge hesitated for a few moments, and finally spoke: "Brother, there is something that is a little difficult to talk about. ”

Mo Ming laughed, patted Mo Ming's head again, and said, "You and my brother, mine is yours." No, what I have and status is yours, but your sister-in-law can only be mine. ”

Hearing Mo Ming's words, there was ridicule in her sentences, and she was relieved by the song, and she was also playful: "Although my sister-in-law is good, my Yue'er is better, brother, don't worry about my Yue'er, I can rest assured." ”

Mo Ming laughed again and said, "This brother and daughter-in-law, I really like it for my brother, and I liked it the first time I saw it." Ke Wei's brother's liking is only because of her piano and her art, not because he wants to have her. If you don't say that, what do you want to say?"

"Once upon a time, the ugly father was drunk and said some drunken words, saying that there was a scroll in the city of Lincheng, in which some unspeakable secrets were recorded. And my eleventh senior brother ······"

Before he finished speaking, Mo Ming nodded and replied, "When Brother Wei returns to Jinling, no matter what that scroll is about, Brother Wei will give him to Zhongxi Hou, so, okay?"

When Yingru listened to the song, he was overjoyed and nodded again and again. In this way, those who owe this eleventh senior brother can also pay back some.

Mo Ming looked at the moon again, sighed long, and sighed: "The rivers and lakes are far away, and there is no end in sight." Don't worry about this, come, and talk about it with your brother, when you were young, you were bullied by Yue'er's sister. ”

Then the two chatted on the roof for a long time, and Ying Ruge also complained to Mo Ming in various ways, saying that the methods he taught were of no use to Qin Yue'er. Mo Ming is also embarrassed, he pretends to be a lover here in Yingruge, but in fact, although he has many admirers, Yin Li is the only one who really knows each other. Mo Ming used some ink songs to fool him, where would he think that it would be self-defeating.

The next day, Mo Ming led Yin Li and Mo Qu'er out of Qifeng Town, without saying goodbye or agreeing to say goodbye. And lingering like a song, he knew when Mo Ming would leave, and he didn't say goodbye, nor did he pretend. Ying Ruge sat alone on the roof, watching the carriage slowly move away, and couldn't help but lift the wine jug in his hand and take a sip.

Sure enough, if you drink too much alcohol, you will become addicted, and if you don't kill people for too long, the addiction to killing will slowly fade away. Ying Ruge began to think back to the old days, saying that it was not interesting, it was obviously a lie. It is also a lie to say that he has no feelings for Duhan Lou at all.

He thought of Bai Xiaotian, the landlord who had not appeared since the rumors of madness, the insidious dead fat man who had no thoughts, the worry-free man who could never guess his true thoughts, the untimely delusion of the thief, the cold silence that had never shown his expression when his face was paralyzed, and the dead fat man, who had developed some strange things in addition to eating all day long.

Thinking of Cassia, Ying Ruge couldn't help laughing out loud, I don't know if he went to find out who leaked the things of his Duobao Pavilion. I don't know if this dead fat man is afraid, afraid that he will really go back to the building and kill him.

But thinking that this fat man is obsessed with strange things like good and evil in addition to eating and drinking, and other things are heartless, Ying Ruge suddenly felt that it was not bad to live in the twilight building.

"Ruge, Sister Yue'er called you. ”

Still pondering, he heard a charming voice calling out to him, and he jumped off the roof of the building. When I landed, I saw four imposing people coming from not far away. These four people are old and young, male and female, and they are dressed in the same way, all dressed in purple and carrying bows and arrows. Each step they took was quite similar, and when they looked at it, they walked lightly, as if they were not stepping on the ground. The skills of these four people seem to be really good.

They also saw the lingering song, and the old man at the front with a somewhat rickety body showed a treacherous and fierce light in his eyes. Ying Ruge lifted the wine jug again, took a few sips, drank the wine in the jug dry, and wiped the remaining wine from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. Then he let out a long "ah", and his eyes changed and became fierce, like a wild wolf that had rested for a long time, and met its prey again.

Although it was said that he wanted his son to go to someone's villa and steal the thirteen orders of mountain fowl, but it took such a long time to find the door, which made people wait for it to be really boring.

Ying Ruge casually threw the empty wine jug into the restaurant, and the ginseng ape there turned over and caught the empty wine jug. The water ape was about to scold Ying Ruge for a few words, but Ying Ruge opened his mouth first.

"Spring and autumn, pick up the guests!"