Zhong Xihou has asked this question many people, and Yan Xiao has never answered it from the front, he promised that no one will say it.

He doesn't know where these kinds of rumors come from, and if you know someone well, you can't answer it, and if you're sure you're familiar with someone, then you can't answer it.

The Peach Blossom Fairy is such a person to Yan Xiao.

She may just be a girl in the peach blossom nunnery, with a white robe and bare feet, a golden bell tied to her ankle, and a crisp voice.

The countenance after the spun, he will not tell anyone.

Or maybe this is her hardship, Yan Xiao is also unspeakable, it is really immoral to turn over other people's old accounts, and naturally he doesn't like others to expose his scars.

Yan Xiao didn't say it, and Zhong Xihou didn't ask, but he pondered, how is the hospitality of his father-in-law?

As far as Yan Xiao is concerned, if you talk about hospitality, the ugly man named Canggou has a good way of hospitality. Friends, just a plate of beans, a few glasses of light wine, sit in front of the court, enjoy the flowers and flowers. But this ugly man's wine is too bad, and when he is drunk, he likes to fight with others, but Yan Xiao himself is very embarrassed, whether he is drunk or not, he basically suppresses this ugly man and ties it up with a rope and throws it aside. There have been a few times when I was upset, taking advantage of his madness to get angry with him, and beating him a few times as a sandbag.

Seeing Zhong Xihou pondering, Yan Xiao mistakenly thought that this little guy was sulking, he smiled, and said: "Oh, yes, I don't know much about this, why don't I take you to wander around another day, see all the big beauties, and grab a few to come back and be the wife of the city lord." ”

While jokingly ridiculing and watching his movements, it was his index finger that was dipped in the cup, and he was dipped in wine and flicked his fingers. The water droplets flew towards a corner of the courtyard, and in a few moments, there was an explosion, and the bricks and dust destroyed the peace.

The sound of "whoosh" flew into the air through the dust and smoke, and it was a man in a green suit, covering his head and covering his face. His hand is hooked on a paper kite, and the tail feather is lit on a fire, which resembles a swallow's kite.

The kite flew very fast, and in an instant the man was out of the courtyard, and he was getting higher and higher. He threw out an object in his hand, which was a half-foot-long iron shuttle, and the iron shuttle was wrapped with a piece of bright yellow rune paper.

"Thunder curse ten thousand burials!"

Yan Xiao began to be curious about this man, "Ten Thousand Burials" was originally the name of a firearm, and it was rumored that one blow cut off the source, two hit the city withered, and three hit people were buried.

can make the power of the rune paper into ten thousand burials, who is not curious about this kind of person?

The rune paper began to catch fire, and halfway through the fire, it produced a power like thunder. Zhong Xihou soothed his shins, his movements were slow and smooth, his left foot moved back slightly, and his right hand pressed the dancing sword at his waist.

The right foot moves, the left foot jumps like a spring, and the person jumps several feet, draws his sword and slashes. This movement style is simple and unremarkable, but it has also exhausted Zhong Xihou's whole body strength.

The sword qi turned into dozens of paths, and the wrapping spell was cut in half, and the rest chased after the man in Tsing Yi like a shadow. The kite was touched by the sword qi, and it immediately looked like withered grass and gradually turned into ashes. The man fell into the desert with a frightened shout.

As the spell exploded in mid-air, there was a mushroom cloud in the air, and the wind blew, and the cloud gradually dispersed, as if it had never come.

Gradually, Yan Xiao looked at the dancing sword that had been returned to the sheath: "At the end of autumn, the sword is sluggish, and the flowers are all over Xicheng." No less than the old horseman in his prime. ”

Zhong Xihou just turned around, the wind lifted his long-haired robe, and slowly walked away: "The night of the city that never sleeps is here again, and the desert is very ruthless. The desert wind hurts people as well, so let's go inside. ”

A group of black armor is shiny, wearing a sword at the waist and holding a half-moon halberd. Running quickly in a small formation, he knelt on one knee three or four feet beside Zhong Xihou. The leader is the red-haired, red-spotted man with a thick beard that Yan Xiao has seen.

"Master Hou, who is disturbed by what?"

Zhong Xihou waved his hand: "Tomorrow out of the city, search for three miles east of the desert, three hours, if there is nothing unusual, you can return to the city." Alone, retreat. ”

The black-armored army trotted away again, and Yan Xiao couldn't help but admire Zhongxi Hou. At the age of fifteen, he was in charge of the rise and fall of a city, and then looked at the current Zhongxi Hou, who was obedient to Zhong Nanyan's orders back then, obedient and unassertive, but a peerless swordsman in troubled times.

Yan Xiao sighed for him, if Zhong Nanyan's son hadn't died early, maybe Zhong Xihou wouldn't have been trapped in this desert. Also, if Zhong Nanyan's own son had not died young, then he would not have accepted Zhong Xihou as an apprentice, let alone taught him the skills he had figured out.

There have been many controversies about the name of the Black Armor Army, or should it be called the "Northern Yan Army", if it is the "Western Yan Army", it is meaningless, Northern Yan, Northern Yan, does not refer to the former Yan State? At that time, General Han led 100,000 iron cavalry to attack Dongli, but people did not know that they were borrowing from Dongli to raid the Yan Kingdom located in the northeast of Daye. Most of the wealth of Yan was collected by Daye, but the land was divided between Dongli and Northern Qi.

Zhong Xihou just laughed at such small words, and after a long time, some people would mention it when they were sarcastic about the city that never sleeps. However, when it comes to the Northern Yan Army, most people will only give a thumbs up, which shows how powerful it is.

The next day, the morning sun was slightly dim, and the wind and sand obscured the sun.

Yan Xiao drank a bowl of rootless water, closed his eyes and breathed, and gradually smoothed out. He changed into a slightly ornate garment, the fabric was bright and smooth, and the style was elegant. He used to like to wear such a robe, but unfortunately he didn't have the opportunity to wear it later.

Walking in the streets of the city, there are many shops and beautiful buildings. There were Middle-earthers and Cypriots. Some pass through here, and some set up shop and operate here. Although it was early, the street was already bustling and lively.

Yan Xiao is a person who likes to be lively, and he knows that so is Xiaoxi.

In the teahouse one street away from the city lord's mansion, he saw a very familiar person, and when he looked closely, he recognized the wrong person. Coincidentally, the pair of sons Yan Xiao met happened to be Mo Ming and Zhu Yinuo.

Zhu Yinuo recognized Yan Xiao at a glance, and gently tugged at Mo Ming's sleeve. Mo Ming looked up, got up and held the fan to salute, and when he saw Yan Xiao getting closer and closer, he rolled up his left sleeve with his right hand, and made a gesture of asking for it with his left hand: "If Your Holiness doesn't dislike it, you may sit with my two brothers and enjoy a cup of tea and chat for a while." ”

Yan Xiao couldn't help but look Mo Ming up and down carefully, gentle as jade, handsome and talented. sat down at the table for two, poured a full cup of ink tea, and respectfully handed it to Yan Xiao. Yan Xiao stretched out his hand to take it, the corners of his eyes trembled slightly, and it was just for a moment. Then he smiled slowly, Mo Ming also smiled and nodded, and Zhu Yinuo was stunned and stunned alone, not knowing the situation.

Isn't this person the bartender of the Immortal Residence?

"Is the Venerable from the City Lord's Mansion?"

This tea has a faint fragrance of flowers and fruits, Yan Xiao took a sip of tea, and the entrance was sweet. Yan Xiao is not a literati and ink writer, and he doesn't have the leisure and elegance to ponder whether the tea is good or bad, and there is one thing that is naturally not wrong, that is, this tea is delicious.

"It's true that you came out of the City Lord's Mansion, I'm afraid that the two of you were also attracted by the explosion, right?"

Speaking of which, Zhu Yinuo no longer wiped and fiddled with his Shuanglong sword, and Mo Ming also put away the fan and waited for the following.

"It's not a big deal, I discussed with the Zhongcheng Lord, I wasn't sure, and I worked hard. ”

Mo Ming was still smiling, Zhu Yinuo frowned, didn't hold back, and said, "Who are you bluffing?

When Yan Xiao heard this, he couldn't help laughing when he looked at the junior who had just fluffed his mouth, took another sip of tea, and said: "It's not as good as this, since the two of you have come to the city that never sleeps, you should visit the Zhongcheng Lord without losing your etiquette, and then you can go to his mansion to take a look around, whether there is any building damaged, whether there is any rockery that has been bombed and the green lake is polluted." ”

Mo Ming took out a beautifully carved Huanghuali box from his bag and opened it, it turned out to be tea: "It's just that the two brothers are playing around at will, so they don't deliberately prepare things, this is the new tea in Lincheng this year, I hope the Venerable will not dislike it." It's not bad to visit the house, it's definitely not bad, but it can't be my two brothers empty-handed, right?"

Yan Xiao smelled it, the tea was indeed fragrant, and then he retreated: "A rough person, it's really not suitable to drink such a good tea, if you two want to know what to give to the Zhongcheng Lord, it's simple, go to the south of the city to find someone to ask, where to sell a three-foot-long whetstone, just go to that kind of small shop and pick a piece of good-looking style as a gift." As for this tea, it is better to give it to the Daojun beside the Zhongcheng Lord by the way. ”​

With that, Yan Xiao got up and walked out by himself.

"His Holiness stays. Mo Ming got up and bowed, "I heard that His Holiness has a sword and a sword, and he is very good, I don't know when I have time, I can come to my Tianshui Villa to rest for a few days, and discuss swords with my father." ”

Yan Xiao turned around, still smiling, and said: "It's just a guest at the door, you and I have a deep fate, see you soon, the sword is ruthless, I have already put it down, and I will resign." ”

Yan Xiao quickly disappeared into the crowd, Zhu Yinuo drank tea, and said angrily: "Mo Ming, you are really inexplicable, how can this person's sword be compared to my uncle's amorous sword." ”

Mo Ming laughed a few times in mockery, then put away the fan and tapped it twice on Zhu Yinuo's head, and then said: "Lonely and unheard, the emperor once personally set up a direct assassination agency on Yan Yunqi, Weeping Vulture, a master in the middle, and he can make a name for himself in the rivers and lakes by releasing one casually." Hiding blades, broken guns, no knives, listening to his father's words, every ability is above him, since Yan Xiao is the only one who is still alive on the surface, and he is even more of a weeping vulture, then where will his ability be bad?"

"Hidden blade, broken gun, no knife? ”

"Have you ever heard of that snitch?"

Zhu Yinuo's eyes widened, nodded vigorously, rolled his eyes, frowned, and asked, "Where do you know all this?"

"It's not simple, your secret room library in the Jinling Palace. ”

Zhu Yinuo's jaw was about to drop, he rubbed his face with his hands, and said in a low voice: "Why don't you tell me this!"

"Have you ever asked? Don't be poor, there is a rumor, I believe you have heard it. The previous venerable of the second Jianghu organization in the world is Yan Xiao, and he has two apprentices, which is known to the whole world, don't you believe it?"

Zhu Yinuo nodded, shook his head again, and he didn't know whether he nodded or shook his head: "This kind of rumor has always existed, but think about it, if the Venerable Ying Ruge and Zhongxi Hou in the building are really senior brothers, they haven't seen the slightest connection with them for so many years." Besides, what Zhong Xihou has been using is what Zhong Nanyan taught him, and it has something to do with Yan Xiao. ”

Mo Ming laughed, and wanted to hit Zhu Yinuo's brain with a fan, but he was dodged by this kid and missed. Mo Ming was not annoyed, drank the tea, and asked with a smile: "You said you, since the congenital Qi source is damaged, then I will search all over the world to find a master who is good at sound skills for you, and turn the internal strength into a blade, but you yourself are unwilling to learn, and you have to practice fast swords, so do you say you have learned sound skills?"

Zhu Yinuo touched his brain and grinned. It's not that he doesn't want to learn, it's that the sound skill is passed on too evilly, and it is said that after Dacheng, he can use sound as a blade only by relying on internal strength, and he is invincible among thousands of armies. But he rummaged through the chronicles of the rivers and lakes, and he didn't see any peerless masters who were great musicians, wouldn't that be a waste of time.

Mo Ming took out ten coppers and put them on the table, put away the tea box, got up and said, "Let's go, go and pick a whetstone first, and then go to the City Lord's Mansion to pick a whetstone. ”

Zhu Yinuo looked unhappy, his eyes suddenly widened, and his face was full of evil smiles: "So, are we going to meet the so-called number one swordsman in the world?" Mo Ming, wait, I've heard, people say that Zhong Xihou's swordsmanship is even better than that of the current Sword Saint······ Why are you going so fast?"

The two of them chased after each other, and there was another earth-shattering noise, and the earth trembled, this time Zhu Yinuo had a heart and an eye and held Mo Ming. Looking in the direction of the explosion and the mushroom cloud rising, it was actually in the direction of the south of the city. The shopkeeper ran out to take a look, and said with great regret: "Evil, that is the location of the ancient wood forest!"

Zhu Yinuo and Mo Ming frowned at each other, not knowing what to say.