Ying Ruge smiled slightly, and then greeted: "Brother, long time no see." ”

Hearing that Ying Ruge still called himself brother, Mo Ming grinned, but he was sloppy for some days, not to mention the sour smell on his body, only to say that the smell in his mouth was really unbearable. Ying Ruge frowned slightly for a moment, and it was not easy to cover her nose with her hands, which was quite embarrassing. Mo Ming saw the small movements of her twin brothers, and she was also embarrassed.

got up, smiled at Yingruge again, and said, "You wait here for a while, and you can come when you go." ”

Mo Ming walked to the backyard, his golden sword still on the broken wooden table in the corner. Ying Ruge looked at the sword and saw that he was divine, and his right hand turned into a claw and beckoned Nayun's hand, and the sword was directly grabbed in the air.

There are also martial artists who are eating in the store, and when they see Ying Ruge's hand, they can't help but be amazed. I wanted to get closer, and I thought about the sloppy drunkard in this tavern, and I was afraid that this lingering song and the sloppy drunkard were all the way, so I dispelled my thoughts.

The sword was held in his hand, and he looked at it carefully. Naturally, he hadn't carefully looked at a Zen Dao Heavenly Machine, let alone mentioned that this Zen Dao Heavenly Machine had turned from pitch black to gold. The hand lightly pressed the sword, and the sword emitted a faint golden light. Then a transparent figure appeared at the table, and when he looked at it, he couldn't help frowning again.

This man was slender, dressed in white, and his face was somewhat similar to his own. He was gentle and elegant, like a scholar. The man in white saluted at Yingruge, and then sat down where Mo Ming had originally sit.

The man in white opened his mouth first, not to mention that he looked similar, even his voice was somewhat similar to his own and Mo Ming's, and he said, "Little master, I haven't seen you for some days." ”

Little Lord?

Hearing such a title, Ying Ruge couldn't help but be stunned.

Seeing the expression of the lingering song, the man in white laughed, and the people around him did not look at it, as if they couldn't see the man in white or hear the man in white. Ying Ruge tried to communicate with her heart, and said, "Your Excellency is the black dragon?"

The man in white nodded, and continued: "It's good that the little lord calls me Tianji, I'm just this sword spirit of a Zen Dao Heavenly Machine, I once followed the ancestors of the Bai family to fight, and then fell into the Demon Dao for various reasons, so I was sealed in the deep pool. ”

"Is that so? The immortals didn't take you away, so that's it. ”

Tianji laughed again and continued: "The little lord is too worried, if they bring Tianji to the sky, then they can only be unlucky. After all, the adult in the world is not easy to interfere with, but in heaven, it is the adult who has the final say. ”

"The sir?"

Faced with the inquiry, Tianji didn't answer, he reminded Yingru Ge: "Little master, there is also a white-feathered phoenix that was sealed in the deep pool with Tianji, can you still remember?"

Ying Ruge nodded, how could he not remember the white-feathered phoenix. After all, an orthodox fire phoenix like Qu'er, even if he really fights against each other, he will be at a disadvantage.

"Even if the heavenly machine is in chaos, it is only for a while, and it can't set off many storms. But that white-feathered phoenix is not simple. Tianji couldn't sense where the white-feathered phoenix was now, but ah, if she wanted, perhaps, this world would return to the rampant demons and ghosts, and the order would be chaotic again. ”

I don't know if Tianji's words are a little alarmist, but I also saw the distrust in Yingruge's eyes, Tianji laughed again, and then said: "Although the little master is an immortal cultivator, he is a young descendant after all. Many years ago, this continent was also a place where gods and demons fought. Immortal cultivators and ghost cultivators gathered together, until the appearance of that adult, dispersed a large number of Daoist attainers, and made the world become the ordinary appearance it is today. ”

Ying Ruge nodded, he believed in Tianji's words. For a person like him who practices martial arts, learns Taoism and cultivates immortals, those ancient books record the deeds related to the Yin and Yang Dao of martial arts, in the eyes of the world, they are all exaggerated by the ancients. But Haunting Ruge is different from other people in the world, there are too many demonic characters around him.

"So, what if you let that white-feathered phoenix go unchecked?"

Tianji's brows furrowed at this moment, a little worried, he let out a long breath, and said, "That is, the door of the underworld is open, and a hundred ghosts travel at night." Birds and beasts, plants and trees seize the essence of the world and turn into demons. In the same way, with the worldly people, those who are righteous cultivate immortals, and those who are evil are demons. Troubled times are coming, that's all. ”

Tianji's sentence is just like this, but the lingering song is twitching in my heart. Tianji has experienced the strange era of the world, and in the world where Yingruge lives, the immortal cultivator is the immortal.

The two didn't have much time to talk, and a handsome boy in a black robe with a little wet hair walked over. When he got closer, he saw Zheng Huan talking with Tianji like a song, and this handsome boy was also full of smiles. He sat on the other side of the song, it was already hot, and such a black robe was naturally stuffy. Roll up your sleeves, pour a bowl of water, and take a sip to make it more comfortable.

Maybe it was Mo Ming who tried too hard to rub the mud off his body, and his bare forearms were full of red marks, as well as broken skin. Or maybe this dilapidated tavern doesn't have a special beard knife, and although the stubble on the face is clean, there are more blood marks on the chin. Hassle-free

It's a little embarrassing, at least the people have cleaned up, and the disgusting sour smell is gone. The handsome son Mo Ming appeared in front of everyone again.

"Sky, this is a heavenly machine. Heavenly machine, this is ······"

Mo Ming wanted to help this person introduce each other to the sword spirit, but halfway through, he didn't know how to introduce Ying Ruge. Tianji laughed and said, "Sword Master, there is no need to introduce more, Tianji can feel the breath on the little master's body." Whoever the surname is, it's just a title, but it's not that important. Just as, the former master of Tianji was surnamed Bai, and the surname of the sword master was Mo, which is a general truth. ”

Mo Ming was slightly stunned, smiled awkwardly, nodded again and again, and said "yes".

Mo Ming is the sword master of the heavenly machine, Ying Ruge is an immortal cultivator, plus both of them practice Taoism, it is normal to be able to see the heavenly machine, but the other people in the dilapidated tavern are also puzzled when they look at Mo Ming chattering like this.

It's a pity that this handsome boy in black was born so handsome, but he is an idiot.

Tianji got up, saluted the two of them with fists, and then said: "Tianji will retreat and not disturb the two masters to catch up." ”

As the words fell, the figure of Tianji gradually faded until it disappeared completely.

Mo Ming looked at Yingru Song, but then thought of something, hesitated a little, and said: "Changkong, virtuous brother, I don't know what to call you as a brother." ”

Ying Ruge also laughed like the sword spirit Tianji, and then said: "As Tianji just said, whoever has a surname or a name, there is only one title. Brother shouted that he was used to the sky, so let's go into the sky. ”

Mo Ming nodded, looked at the clear water in the bowl, looked a little sad, guilty, hesitated for a few moments, and still said: "Changkong, for my brother to know that the Mo family owes you too much, after all, blood is thicker than water." Changkong, if you are the sword master of the Mo family, are you willing to return to ······"

Mo Ming didn't look up, and he didn't finish his words, and he shook his head in a shawl, lingering like a song. He looked up, embarrassed. Also, if he is like a song today, perhaps, he will use the power of the wind and clouds to destroy the Mo family. But Changkong didn't do this, he also changed his identity and recognized himself as his brother.

Mo Ming took another sip of water and said, "The word for my brother is called Xuandi, do you understand the meaning?"

Ying Ruge knew that Mo Ming was Mo Xuan Tu again, but he really didn't know the meaning, so he shook his head directly.

Mo Ming wanted to speak, but he didn't make a sound, he drank the remaining water in the bowl again, and then continued: "Ming, for sweet tea." 荼, for bitter tea. Xuandi, a bitter tea that no one cares about. Originally, it was supposed to be called Mo Ming for my brother, and you should be called Mo Ming in the sky. ”

"Ink?"

Yingruge repeated these two words softly, and then laughed, this smile was not sarcastic, just a bitter laugh. name, he still has a name, he never thought that the Mo family he abandoned would leave a name for himself.

"Changkong, you can blame the Mo family, but my brother hopes you, don't blame your father and mother. They are also forced to ······ helplessly"

Still unfinished, still lingering Ruge shook his head. Ying Ruge also drank the water in the bowl in one go, and was silent for a while, before he slowly spoke: "Since there is no love, how can you hate? Perhaps, when I was born, what I had to face was death." But they gave me a chance to live. I survived, I became a lingering song, and I became a Linghu Changkong, but brother, I can't become Mo Di in my life. ”

Mo Ming smiled bitterly and said helplessly: "The tea is sweet and bitter, and the people are average, the Mo family owes you too much." ”

Mo Ming was about to speak, but finally opened his mouth and didn't speak again. Mo Ming opened the topic, and the two chatted about a lot of trivial things. There are about their miserable childhoods, about traveling the world, about dying and being lucky to survive, and naturally about women.

Mo Ming persuaded Ying Ruge to marry Qin Yue'er into the door as soon as possible, lest such a fairy girl become someone else's wife. Ying Ruge counterattacked Mo Ming for some years, and he hadn't gotten a nephew or niece out yet, if it weren't for the two of them? If that's the case, there is a peach blossom nunnery not far away, and you can go to the peach blossom fairy to cure it.

Somehow, the two brothers almost got into a fight while chatting. The reason for this fight is very interesting, and they each boast about how well they are cultivating their kendo. Mo Ming was on the Qingfeng list, and Ying Ruge said that he had destroyed a hundred swords. The rivalry between the two became more and more serious, and they were both ready to go outside to fight, and fight one and then come in.

Suddenly smelled the smell of food, and the two stopped arguing.

Following the fragrance, the ink song with the cat's ear bun walked quickly with a large wooden plate. Putting the big wooden plate on the table, she was overjoyed to see that Mo Ming was finally willing to clean herself up, and her little face smiled like a delicate flower. But then he looked at Ying Ruge, who was dressed in red, and this face couldn't find any difference except that it was a little more resolute than Mo Ming and a little blacker.