Yingruge lived in the ruined temple, and the fanged face was thrown aside, looking at his face at the water in the basin. This face is not ugly, not only is it not ugly, but it is even handsome.

The woman walked in from outside, carrying a piano case on her back: "I heard them say, you went to see him." ”

"Oh, I ran into him by accident, and I didn't see him. ”

"Kang Jinlong is dead, your heart hurts, Tianluan's people hate it, but Ruge, now you shouldn't go to see him. The moon girl's brows have been frowning and not stretching, "Mo ······"

Ying Ruge interrupted her words: "The people of Qinglou died in Jinling City, and if they die, they will die, but Kang Jinlong will ······."

"Have you forgotten why Wunian asked you to come to Jinling?"

"Wu Nian, what does he know about this dead fat man? What kind of dragon blood ink used in calligraphy and painting, what kind of Jade Emperor jade pen that has been inherited for thousands of years. Month, another month, another month, the eight-year period will be full, I ······"

"Like a song, you ······" Qin Yue'er looked at Ying Ruge in horror, why is it that after eight years, she still can't control her anger after eight years?

Yingruge knows that he is out of shape, he cares too much, eight years ago, he was so high-spirited, there is only a place in the world where I don't want to go, and there is no place where I can't go to Yingruge.

God blocks and kills gods and demons, and you can move forward alone.

But being young and frivolous will eventually make a big mistake.

Eight years ago, one person slaughtered 14,000 people in Baiyun Villa, and the fire burned for six days, and the century-old foundation of Baiyun Villa was burned.

Hundreds of miles away, there was firelight, and ten miles away, there was still a mournful roar, and the air within a radius of one mile was full of blood.

In Baiyun Villa, where there are many masters at the two poles, there are no less than fifty ancestors, and there are even three or four Honghuang grandmasters.

Why?

The reasons are simple, and there are many, mainly three points, Baiyun Villa is bullying men and women more and more, and doing so can barely be regarded as a good thing to eliminate traitors; the forces of Baiyun Villa began to encroach on the territory of Dusk Han Building, which can be regarded as a competition between two factions; the third point is that there is a female doll in Baiyun Villa who walks the rivers and lakes and calls herself Baiyun Fairy, and she can't help but be compared with the peerless female swordsman who was also called Baiyun more than ten years ago.

It's better to compare, but this ignorant female doll disdains to talk about it, Baiyun Villa is also such an attitude, ashamed of the same name as a Pingkang girl who has been reduced to the dust and eats legs.

The next thing is what I said before, one person slaughtered 14,000, and the gods and demons were unbearable.

From day to night, and from night to day, the young man in red never slept and killed all day.

When the spear pierced the last man, the sky was thunderous and the rain was heavy, and a roar shook the mountains.

Later, "Hundreds of ghosts took the heads of 10,000 people, the mountains and rivers cried together, and the cloth was slaughtered by seven calamities and nine difficulties." One person kills a city, and the gods burst into tears, especially the dead wood of the mandala stained with blood and ink. Listening to the little lady's complaint at night, she saw that half of the white clothes were terrifying, and the mountain road at noon in summer was actually cold and cold. Let's just ask, why is the crane born a child? When will the righteousness of the common people be the same?"

Don't say that the world of rivers and lakes is appalling, even the people of the Dusk Cold Building disdain to be in the company of this red-clothed Venerable.

On the sixteenth floor, people go to the empty building, so what's the matter, but the order is melted.

On that day, Yan Xiao was also angry, Tianling slapped it, not dead, but locked the vermilion lacquer gate of the Inner Immortal Mansion.

"You'd better go to dinner with me first and take care of your body. Qin Yue'er didn't care if those people should die or not, everyone died, what could she do? She only remembered that he was sitting alone in a hatless little hut, with two pots of worthless burning knives, one pot to drink and one pot to pour.

Qin Yue'er was also curious, or should I say that she is still curious, how did Jun Wuxi, who was more delicate than a woman, disappear out of thin air and never be seen again, and then the corpse was not seen but it was just a nameless letter, a few words: no regrets, no hatred!

Haunting Ruge doesn't want to say more, and he doesn't want to mention it, so be it, like duckweed traveling eastward, don't mention it and don't ask.

Qin Yue'er frowned slightly, but she couldn't resist it, so she could only agree.

But seeing that this ghost master Venerable hugged Qin Yue'er from behind, she was so frightened that the beauty's shoulders trembled, but she didn't resist. Listening to his soft voice, it was like a child pleading: "Yue'er, why don't you stay tonight." ”

Qin Yue'er broke away his hands that were holding his slender waist, turned around, scratched the big child's nose with her fingers, and tiptoed her feet slightly, kissing him on the side of the face.

After a while, Ying Ruge and Qin Yue'er begged for a name in an inn where "there are wine fairies and drunk", and then booked a private room on the side of the road on the second floor.

The curtain was lifted, this little twenty-seven or eighteen years old, wearing a felt hat, washing old light blue cloth clothes, a white cloth towel on the left shoulder, a scarf around the waist, and a pot in the right hand, the person bowed slightly.

Qin Yue'er took out a silver ingot and put it on the table, the little maid stared at it with her eyes, and she couldn't help but want to laugh when she saw it, and her mood was a little better.

People live a lifetime just to live better, to be able to afford better clothes, farms, and better food.

"Guest...... Guest...... Guest, ah, no, sir, what do you want?"

"Let's not talk about anything else, you, buy me a set of men's clothes and a women's clothes for me later. Remember, you have to put on good fabrics. The little guy only agreed, Qin Yue'er thought for a while, "Then come a Hongwu tofu, a Tomson and gas cabbage, a beacon fire platform sheep fang, a grace township heavy love goose, a fire to burn Qinggong Building, a flat step Qingyun chicken, a Hu Weiyong vinegar fish, jade white jade soup, the last two cups of watermelon paste, two cups of sour plum juice, and after the meal, I want two cups of Shifeng Longjing brewed by Tiger Run before the rain." ”

Not only did Xiao Er's expression be weird, but even Ying Ruge was stunned. "Guest, guest, guest, ah no, this girl, it's early summer, and the watermelons in the city are ......"

The moon girl smiled again, bitter, "I'm confused again, so let's do it!"

"Okay. Xiao Er stopped and turned around, "Girl, the daughter of the small shop, Hong, Lao Baigan, Shaoxing Old Wine, and Zhuye Qing are all the best in Jinling City, and it is also a coincidence today, the treasure of the small shop town, and the immortals in the cold city are drunk and have a few catties······"

Ying Ruge waved his hand: "No need, don't forget to add two bowls of Jiangnan small fragrant rice." If you have any money left over after you buy it, it will be your reward for silver. ”

"Okay, then thank you. Xiao Er went downstairs with silver in his hand.

Ying Ruge looked at the Moon Maiden, he didn't wear the ghost-faced fangs, he wore a smiling fox face armor, the face armor was laughing, and his people were laughing.

"You say you're so handsome, why don't we take off this mask?"

Yingruge still shook her head, as expected.

"Then you promise me that you will not be seen again. ”

Ying Ruge seemed to want to refute, but when he saw Qin Yue'er's eyes that could not be disobeyed, he swallowed it back.

Suddenly, Yingruge smiled slightly, he remembered that when he was young, it was also early summer, and he fished in the river with that ugly Taoist. Suddenly asked: "Ugly black dog, the hero who came a few days ago said that you are not afraid of heaven and earth, and you dare to scold even that person who you can't beat, so are you afraid of anyone?"

The ugly Taoist thought about it, reached out and grabbed a colorful butterfly with lightning speed. looked at the pollen on his fingers, couldn't help frowning, stretched again, let go of his hand and let the butterfly fly away, it was not an explanation, and said: "I can't talk about being afraid, but as long as your mother says that you are old, I will do it." ”

In the memory of the song, Bai Yun is always frowning slightly and never smiling, while the dog is like a slave, only promised, and an ugly face is always happy.

At the same time, in the Jinling Palace, the little maid in pink clothes and tender faces greeted Mo Ming and Zhu Yinuo.

In other words, this little girl is really chic, with black hair pierced with two cat ears, playful and ghostly. The little face with baby fat is white and round, and the skin is as good as a boiled egg with a shell, and the water is tender. Those watery eyes were like two big, round grapes, black and shining. The magic lies in that small mouth, the corners of the upper lip and mouth are slightly upturned, in a semicircular arc, looking as if you are forever smiling.

Mo Ming smiled and nodded, and walked towards the imperial study with a fan on her own. Zhu Yinuo saw this little maid of the Mo family who came to Jinling with his aunt and uncle, and he would not stop if he didn't flirt. The right index finger stroked the chin of the maid Mo Qu'er, Qu'er retreated, and Zhu Yinuo smiled cynically: "The chick is getting more and more pink and tender, come on, let my brother kiss one, taste the rouge on Yu'er's sister's mouth, whether it is sweet or salty, I guess it is sweet." ”

Qu'er has light steps, is like a civet cat, and is Roselle Lingbo. Zhu Yinuo pounced, and he didn't turn around to play with this little girl again when he had important things. Zhu Yinuo didn't look back, and threw out a gold medal backwards, carving a nine-clawed golden dragon on it.

Mo Qu'er stretched out her hand to catch the gold medal, and Mo Ming left a voice: "The Forbidden City is not as good as my Mo County, you can only be unhindered when you hold the gold medal." ”

Zhu Yinuo and Mo Ming are not bound by ordinary rules, and they don't need the gold medal. Zhu Yinuo still walked with Mo Ming, holding the back of his head with both hands and looking up to the sky, humming a little song, while leaving a meaningful sentence "Wait for my brother to come back at night and kill you girl".

This maid Mo Qu'er just covered her mouth and laughed, and more just urged the two of them to go in to see the King of Jinling as soon as possible.

When the two arrived, they saluted together.

In front of the imperial study, Mo Ming was sorting out his robe, and the little prince Zhu Yinuo didn't wait for the guard to report, pushed open the vermilion lacquer door and strode in. Mo Ming had to shake his head in the back, and those guards and eunuchs stopped talking, and Mo Ming's afterglow swept away, which made everyone feel a chill down their backs.

Entering the imperial study, Zhu Yinuo and Mo Ming saluted together, and greeted each other in unison.

"Yinuo greets. ”

Mo Ming greeted. ”

King Jinling was still sitting on the dragon golden chair, and he asked the two to get up and sit down as well. His body is not as good as day by day, and he also dreams of the eldest brother and the third brother these nights, the third brother's hands are good, and the eldest brother smiles at him, and he doesn't have that disgusting expression.

Zhu Yinuo looked around, surprised, why wasn't his uncle in the imperial study this time.

"Come on, come on, the old man's two big bamboo shoots, get closer, let the old man take a good look at these two big treasures. ”

Zhu Yinuo looked left and right, and he didn't see Zhu Yannan either.

"Brother, he ······"

"Oh, something happened in Xisha County, your brother has been approving the request for more than half a day, it is better to let him come over than to let him go back and rest well······"

Mo Ming frowned, something happened in a small Xisha County, and the second cousin had been busy in the house, but why did my grandfather know about it?

In the eyes of the young master of the Mo family, King Jinling has always been known for his wisdom and treachery, but in recent years, he has given people a sense of cringe, as if he has been set aside. In the past, the King of Jinling, who was known as the Qingshui White Fox, has now become an old dragon king who lives in a snail's place and does not care about the wind and rain.

"Xiao Yinuo, how is the sword practice?"

Zhu Yinuo didn't know how to answer, how was his sword practice? Is it powerful or not sharp enough? Is it really ten steps alone or a hundred steps invincible?

"Practice more when you're idle, you must know that diligence can make up for your clumsiness, don't always mess around with the two uncompetitive blinds of the old Li family. ”

The old Li family in the mouth of King Jinling is naturally his own confidant, that is, Mo Ming's friend Li Ganghong's family.

The Li family also has three grandchildren in this generation, the eldest grandson, the scholar Li Ganghong, the talent of eight buckets, in Jinling and even the entire Lincheng, people's evaluation is even above Mo Ming. But the second son and the child are the representatives of the gentleman, plus Zhu Yinuo, these three sons and brothers are mixed together, and they don't cause much trouble.

Zhu Yinuo also wants to defend himself, his grandmother's, he left Lincheng to travel to Xibang more than two years ago, and went to the city that never sleeps before he came back. These can be regarded as having to do business.

Speaking of Li Pinghong and Li Yunhong, since he returned to Jinling City, he has been called by his grandfather and two brothers, how can he have time to sneak out and be happy with them.

Thinking that he has been back for so long and has not seen the scenery of Qin Huai with his friends, he can't help but express regret.

But this, wronged, too wronged, more wronged than Dou E.

"Ming'er, don't be angry, don't let your grandfather down. ”

Mo Ming smiled, but his heart was bitter, and the old man always gave the sweet taste first, and then fed a big spoonful of bitter food. In the past, he was the same as two cousins, and this old man didn't treat him very harshly.

At that time, he just knew how to speak, the two brothers had already learned literature and martial arts, and they didn't want to sleep at noon, and the two brothers slipped back to their respective dormitories to sleep when they were studying, so the three brothers, each holding a book, a book, and a bundle of books, knelt in the ancestral hall for three hours, and made the weak body of the second cousin sweat, and he cried but no eunuch Gong'e dared to come up and feel distressed.

"I just tried Yinuo's skills a few days ago, and it is no longer a problem to deal with the polar martial artists. ”

The old prince closed his eyes and was silent for a long time, then slowly opened his eyes again, looking at his grandson, are you polar?

"Have you heard of Yi Shuihan?"

The old prince suddenly asked like this, Zhu Yinuo was stunned for a moment, Yi Shui Han?

Zhu Yinuo's eyes widened: "The swordsmanship of the legendary sword saint on the bank of the Gushui River." ”

The old prince's expression did not change, and he didn't pay attention to the little grandson, looked at his grandson, and asked, "Ming'er, do you know Yi Shuihan?"

Mo Ming nodded, stood up and spoke: "Yi Shuihan, the second place on the list of flowers in the fog." It is rumored that they are all swordsmen, and they are all practicing the ancient swordsmanship made by the rumored swordsman, Yi Shui Han. ”

"The Flower List in the Mist, it makes a little bit of sense, Ming'er, what else is it?"

The two of them don't speak, every three years, they will release all kinds of lists, what reviews the scribe's similar list, what comments on the Xi Shi list of beauties, the Qingfeng list that reviews swordsmen, and the Wanfu list that is the most credible in the hearts of the warriors in the rivers and lakes.

For example, the Sword Saint of the Twilight Cold Building was silent, he entered the Qingfeng List eight years ago, and occupied the top spot two years ago and was enshrined as the Sword Saint. On the list of ten thousand people, he did not enter the top ten, and he was dissatisfied with the swordsmen in the world.

Zhong Xihou, the lord of the Western Lands who has been in Jinling City for some days, is nameless on the Qingfeng list, but he is seventh on the Wanfu list, which is also quite interesting, and it is also difficult to figure out what this Qingfeng list and Wanfu list are based on.

The two little grandchildren stopped talking, and the old prince laughed and touched the unicorn head on the armrest of the chair with his hand. Not only is the carving lifelike, but the touch is also extremely three-dimensional. Speaking of the unicorn head on this seat, it looks interesting, and the shape of the armrest is actually a dragon swallowing a unicorn alive.

"If I'm not mistaken, the year before last, Xiao Xuandi ranked eleventh on the Qingfeng list, and your father ranked third. And on the list of 10,000 husbands, your father is also ranked third, Xiao Xuandi, who has never been famous. ”

Zhu Yinuo twisted his eyes to look at Mo Ming, oops, I forgot, I just ran away that year.

His uncle, when he couldn't tell what level he cultivated, Mo Ming was already on the Qingfeng list. Zhu Yinuo had a lot of swear words in his heart, and he couldn't mumble. It's not that I'm jealous and resentful, it's a little unwilling.

"It seems that Xiao Yinuo doesn't know this, Ming'er, do you remember that above your father, who is the second on the Qingfeng list?"

Heaven and earth often laugh and tears fall silently. ”