The world is like a cloud, and the heavens destroy the emperor's work. Remembering the generals, taking care of the three dukes. On the vultures, in the frost dew of the palace. Loose and crying, sad wind during the day.

Ren Na Han Wu Emperor, Ren Na Zhenguan rule, but who has ever remembered how the country of Daye came about?

The founding Dragon Emperor was originally the general of the last emperor of the previous dynasty, and he was also the last emperor Jin Lan.

The five kingdoms attacked the city, and the state was difficult to be safe, but the last emperor was weak and sick in bed. When he was dying, he did not pass on the crown prince or the fiefdom kings, and some were just a sentence, the Zen throne was long. That is, this protector general has gained a position and made a drastic move. The foreign enemies all retreated, and Jiangshan changed his surname.

Maybe it's really a son of heaven and a courtier, and the thousand-year-old emperors take turns.

Looking at the number of imperial lives, maybe it's time to change the people on the dragon throne and the people on the dragon hall.

Yingruge, who has done a fight, doesn't care about these, the family and the country are all over the world, for him, but the moment when he takes off his mask and smiles is more precious.

Yingruge walked among the group of weirdos, he had no copper bowl and no staff, a magic robe, a hat and a broken burden, this dress would also make people feel that the purpose of his coming to Jinling was the same as that of those weirdos.

What is the purpose of his coming? Who else cares.

Ying Ruge walked into an inn with a blue background, black edges, embroidered dragons, and painted with three flags.

"Yo, master, please. The fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy hunched over and stretched out his hand to invite Ying Ruge inside, but Ying Ruge didn't go to the table he was wiping. He walked over to the counter, where the shopkeeper was calculating up and down. He was calculating against a thick book wrapped in cowhide, and he was skilful and quick to come and go.

"The shopkeeper may give me a bowl of water. ”

"You want water to go and tell Xiao Er, how many days will it take for the guest officer to open the room?"

"I want you to pour water. ”

The shopkeeper stopped, put down the ledger in his hand, looked at the numbers on the abacus, and wrote down them on paper with a pen. "Then dare to ask the master what kind of water he wants?"

"And what kind of water do you have here?"

"We have the snow water of Kunlun Mountain, the water of Hangcheng Lake, and the yellow spring water of Huicheng······

Yingruge left, and he left the inn. He didn't walk fast or slow, and the shopkeeper didn't pay attention to him, only the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy was a little depressed.

Qu Tianqin was sitting in this hall, and she also saw this strange monk. The way he walked, the way he spoke, which shouldn't have been the way a monk should have. However, Qu Tianqin didn't care, there have been a lot of strange people in Jinling these days, and what she is more interested in is listening to these people talking about the world and listening to the rivers and lakes in these people's mouths in this place where people come and go.

Yingruge looked back at the inn, in the dancing platform in the twilight building, the prayer hall, the multi-treasure pavilion, the good punishment hall, and the devil cry, the five halls that existed, the five hall masters of Wu, Yue, Duel, Leng, and Yao were also people who had real power to mobilize the seventy-two pavilions on the thirty-sixth floor. Zun is the acting landlord, and the upper and lower floors of the twilight are all at his disposal.

And he, although he has the same power, has no real power. Seeing his token, every church and every ministry had to obey orders, but these people were not under his control.

This is also comfortable for Yingruge, not to mention, he has subordinates and obeys his subordinates. The thirteen evils of Tianluan, one in a thousand, obeyed his orders.

In the place where people came and went, the figure of the monk was gone.

What he came to Jinling for, no one would care.

Yingruge went to another shop, a pawn shop, and he pawned a broken wooden sword. The pawn shop guy frowned and looked at the broken wooden sword, but he didn't chase him, but just said contemptuously: "The inferior rotten peach wood worm eats a mouse and bites the Xuanwu sword, pawning thirteen texts." ”

The man who was lined up behind Ying Ruge, holding a vermilion wooden box tightly in his arms, was dumbfounded, what, a broken wooden sword can be used as thirteen wen? This man was thinking about it like this, suddenly turned his head and left, and the dowry jewelry that he was going to be his wife was suddenly gone, as if he had been stupid for many years and suddenly opened his mind, and found a way to make money, and ran all the way.

Ying Ruge didn't notice the simple man behind him, so he only asked again: "Work hard, take it tomorrow." ”

The guy frowned and asked, "It's necessary, do it, take it in three days, twenty wen." ”

Lingering like a song, he said: "Twenty-five texts, take it tomorrow." ”

The man's brows tightened, and he didn't know whether to accept this wooden sword or not. Just as the young man hesitated, he heard a strong voice say: "One hundred and fifty Wen, take it tomorrow." ”

Ying Ruge nodded, and the guy reluctantly accepted the wooden sword and took out one hundred and fifty copper for Ying Ruge. When Yingruge left, the guy casually threw the wooden sword aside, feeling a little unlucky. The middle-aged man who had just spoken bent down and picked up the wooden sword, and smiled: "You, you just don't know how to be interested." ”

The guy complained: "As far as he is a down-and-out household, he may not take any good things to pawn in the future." ”

The middle-aged man thought about it, looked at the broken wooden sword again, gasped and thought about it, and said, in addition to the wooden sword, what else can be pawned?

He touched the blade of this wooden sword with his hand, yo, this wooden sword is not for children to play with, such a sharp blade, is this clearly asking children to accidentally injure others? But to treat such a somewhat unfortunate sword, the middle-aged man did not lose it, and also found a piece of bright yellow satin of the highest quality material and wrapped it. The guy was going to scold, but when he saw it, it was strange, it was quite a tattered sword, how could it be wrapped in a tael of silver and a foot of silk and it seemed to have a little meaning.

Naturally, the guy didn't expect that three days later, they had a treasure on the pawnshop that alarmed the Lincheng Auction House.

Slaughtered the evil dragon and went to the ghost, the fairy sword, unique, rare opportunity, only eight hundred taels, miss this village without this store······

When Zhongxihou returned, his robe was stained with blood, his expression did not change, and the sword in his arms did not change. Qu Tianqin didn't speak when he saw it, he helped Zhong Xihou undress and give him a hot bath.

She knew that Hou Ye had met a master, and Hou Ye said that swordsmen like to wear white clothes, not just because that dress looks like a chivalrous man and an immortal. The swordsman wears white clothes, which is to show his ability. Swords intersect, weapons have no eyes, and it is easy to hurt people. The blood comes out and gets on the clothes.

Is this blood yours, or is it someone else's, or is your sword full of blood, and your robe is still clean.

Zhong Xihou also told her that if she was afraid that others would see the blood on her body, then change to a red robe.

"Master Hou, ······ you today"

Qu Tianqin couldn't hold back, she asked, she opened her mouth to ask Zhong Xihou such a question.

"The four ghosts of the Zhong family, Buyi Tai Sui Ge Qianqiu, the sleeping dragon Ao Xian in the East China Sea, and two nameless swordsmen. But it's a pity that Fist Zhen never showed up. ”

"Who······

Zhong Xihou took off his robe and threw it on the ground, he hadn't wielded the sword like this for a long time, and he remembered that he was a little gasping for breath at that time.

"One attack and one defense, one retreat and one advance, and the sword moves will also be exchanged······"

"Master Hou wouldn't mean that it was Yi Shuihan's person?"

Zhong Xihou shook his head and waved his hand, he was extremely confident in his sword, and he was also firm that Yi Shuihan was a famous swordsman. If the vertical and horizontal swordsman in Yi Shui Han only had such a little ability, he would only be disappointed.

"The tattooed swallow pattern on the shoulder is not necessarily the person who Yan Yun rides. ”

"Yan Yunqi?" Qu Tianqin was testing the water temperature, the water was still a little hot, she sprinkled the petals and poured in the medicinal wine. "If it's really Yan Yunqi, then what are these minions doing when they come to the city?"

Zhong Xihou did not answer, and by the time Tianqin looked at it, this Zhong Xihou was already asleep, and he was lying on the table and fell asleep. Qu Tianqin picked up Zhong Xihou's loose hair and combed it. No matter how powerful a person is, he is always fragile at this time, she is so, and so is Hou Ye.

She saw too many backs, grandfather's, father's, and brother's. Now, she looked at the backs of the city lords who never sleeped, and she could only watch their backs run forever but couldn't catch up.

Qu Tianqin once asked Qu Tianao, when he was seventeen years old, what kind of realm was Zhongxihou's martial arts attainments, Qu Tianao touched his chin and thought about it, and said uncertainly, probably the ancestor. He asked again, what realm was Qu Tianao when he was seventeen years old? Qu Tianao said proudly, the peak realm of the ancestor. Qu Tianqin began to look surprised, and then frowned, and asked her proud brother, what realm are you in now, Qu Tianao is still so stupid, and said stupidly, the most peak ancestor realm. Qu Tianqin mocked Qu Tianao, and asked Zhong Xihou what realm he was in now, Qu Tianao touched his chin again, frowned and thought, and answered uncertainly, maybe it was Hongmeng Realm, maybe it was Hongmeng Realm as high as several buildings.

Qu Tianqin didn't care about his maybe, maybe, in his opinion, only the Hongmeng realm, or higher than the Hongmeng realm, this could be the realm of Zhongxihou.

But what Qu Tianqin doesn't understand, from martial arts to ancestor, if a person is diligent and diligent, even if his talent is dull and it takes decades, it is still possible to achieve it. But after the first realm of the ancestors, it is divided into the common martial arts flood realm, the loss and profit realm of the hundred schools of Confucianism, Taoism, and the rare Xuanhuang realm of cultivating immortals, and under the three realms, it is divided into five grades, each of which is a heavenly barrier.

What this stupid girl doesn't understand is that her brother, who has been trapped in the ancestor for 20 years, once fought alone in the three flood famines, although it was difficult, and finally won. This stupid girl will not understand that in the novels of the rivers and lakes that fool people, the immortals will descend to the Xuanhuang Ancestor at every turn, but she doesn't know that the people who cultivate immortals are already rare in the world, not to mention the Xuanhuang realm, if most immortal cultivators do not use martial arts or the enlightenment of the hundred schools of thought, even if they want to climb to the realm of the ancestors, it is also difficult. If this stupid girl really meets an immortal cultivator in the Xuanhuang Realm one day, then this trip to the rivers and lakes can be regarded as a lot of money and a lot of money.

When Zhong Xihou woke up, he was lying on a high bed and soft pillows, and how many people would refuse such a great enjoyment. But Zhong Xihou got up immediately, he lifted the quilt and got up, but he really didn't have the heart to lie down. His sword was not at the head of the bed, nor on the table, and could not be found in the room, and when the door was opened, Lyra sat outside, with his sword on the ground, and his back against the sword, and sat like this.

A woman in orange squatted beside the girl, looking at Qu Tianqin with interest.

Zhong Xihou drew his sword, and he threw it into the house. He picked up Qu Tianqin horizontally, carried her into the house, gently put her on the bed, and covered her with a quilt.

Zhong Xihou's action of throwing the sword made the orange-clothed woman dissatisfied, but helplessly, her face was covered by long black hair, and she couldn't see her expression.

Zhong Xihou turned around to get his sword, and when he held the Dancing Sword, Zhong Xihou was strange, the Dancing Goose Sword had accompanied him for more than ten years, and he had never seen such a spiritual pressure that seemed to be about to eat back the sword holder.

The woman in orange covered her mouth and sneered, and said, "Isn't it, Wu Yan Jian thinks that you Zhongxi Hou is not as good as it was back then."

Zhong Xihou held the sword with both hands, and his sword never lost control. The dancing sword is a spiritual sword, which Zhong Xihou believes, and the dancing sword is also a loyal sword, Zhong Xihou thinks so.

"Gu Zhong Xihou's sword, even if he doesn't hold it for thousands of days, it is still the most poisonous thorn in the world. ”

"Flying flowers are smart, falling flowers and water have no mirrors, and the remnants of flowers and wind are ······ sword" The sword move style popped up in his brain for no reason, "Flying dragons patrol the eight wildernesses, and Feiyan returns late ······"

Zhong Xihou's knowledge of the dancing sword technique can only be described thoroughly, but whether it is the move of Feilong and Feiyan to win the head of the general in the army of 10,000 people, or the move of Feihua, Falling Flower, and Remnant Flower that can attack and defend, he has also been delayed for seven or eight years.

Yes, he has lived too comfortably as the lord of the city that never sleeps over the years. The comfortable ones are no longer able to fight with the human sword, and their lives are opposite. His swordsmanship is undoubtedly superb, but his killing heart is gone.

"Feiyan, Traces ······ Sky" The sword style in the brain changed from the Feiyan style to the trace empty style, "trace the air, cut the empty ······" Trace empty type to chop empty type, "cut empty······ Break!" The blood boiled all over the body, Qi traveled all around, the sword qi dispersed in all directions, and in an instant, the tables, chairs, bottles and cans in the room were shattered, and the incision was extremely smooth.

"Master Hou, you ······" Qu Tianqin was frightened awake, like a wounded sand fox cub staring at Orion, Zhong Xihou gasped and staggered to his feet, and couldn't help but feel that his body was a little lighter when he was full of strength.

Zhong Xihou looked at the dancing sword, he remembered that Zhong Nanyan was drinking that day, and suddenly fell asleep, and the awake Zhong Xihou quickly saw Zhong Nanyan dancing with his eyes closed and snoring. When his father-in-law woke up, he only felt a sore back and back, and mistakenly thought that the young Zhongxihou beat him while he was asleep.

"Dancing goose, dancing goose, you are too worried. Even if Zhong Xihou forgets his name one day, he will not forget this set of swordsmanship. ”

Zhong Xihou looked at Qu Tianqin with a smile on his face, but he didn't care when the orange-clothed woman disappeared or where she went.

"Lyra, do you know why Lone came to the city?"

"For, for the city that never sleeps?"

Zhong Xihou smiled and said nothing.

The snow falls and the spring comes, and the mountains and rivers never sleep in the dream.

I want to travel thousands of miles west, and I can't see the yellow sand or the sun.

The thin horse lowered to prove the way of heaven, and the three-foot Qingfeng was proud of his smile.

Qianqiu's fame is at his fingertips, and he is the most ruthless God.