On the fourth day of this Jinling, Yan Hudeliang still had no news.

On the fourth day, there was no news from the wolf king, but the bow man sent a letter, which meant that he was going to do a private matter, and the time to Jinling would be delayed, maybe a month later or two months later.

"Master Hou, where did you find that wild man?"

Zhong Xihou is eating, he is a swordsman and a martial artist. He ate a lot of things, but there were not many types, just the sauce beef patty, cooked beef slices, a dozen boiled eggs, a big bowl of green vegetable and tofu soup, and a pot of brown rice. There is also a small jar of Shooting Hongchun on the table, Zhong Xihou does not drink alcohol when he eats, this jar of wine is Tianqin drinking.

"I came to Jinling for the first time ten years ago and bought him from the gladiatorial arena. ”

"He's a slave?"

There are cockfighting dogs and fighting dogs in the gladiatorial arena, and cockfighting dogs cannot distinguish their expressions, so the fighting people will always be more exciting for spectators.

Yan Hude is such a slave, a slave who is used to fight. It was such a slave that aroused the interest of Zhongxihou.

"Ten years ago, Xiao Liang was like a mastiff, a mastiff without an owner, and he would bite everyone he would. ”

His eyes are full of hatred for people, and he will fight his opponents mercilessly, using the bloodiest methods.

"Master Hou bought this mastiff?"

"It's hard to domesticate, but if the mastiff is domesticated into a soil dog, it doesn't make any sense. "Zhong Xihou became half the master of this mastiff, the mastiff is the most terrible dog breed, and the most loyal demon to the master. Zhong Xihou likes such people, and he bought Yan Hu Deliang.

After buying Xiao Liang, the first thing Zhong Xihou did was to bring his sword, take Yan Hude, and ruin the gladiatorial arena. They freed all the slaves and left the slave owner surrounded by slaves without letting anyone hurt him. This was the second thing Zhong Xihou did, he wanted Yan Hude to understand that violence could never really solve a thing.

This truth, Zhong Nanyan told Zhong Xihou about half a year after touching the truth, Zhong Xihou hesitated for a long time and doubted for a long time, small benevolence is good, great benevolence misleads the country, Zhong Nanyan treats people who have been benevolent, why would he tell Zhong Xihou from the heart, violence, can never really solve a thing.

"There are some things that you haven't yet known yet, Xiao Liang has his own world, naturally, I also believe in his absolute loyalty to me. ”

Qu Tianqin couldn't understand, Zhong Xihou shook his head, he picked up the last piece of cooked beef, he ate two bowls of rice, and half of the third bowl of rice was left. "Knowing everything all at once can only satisfy a momentary curiosity, and it is good to really remember that three or two out of a hundred sentences are good. ”

There was also a person mentioned in the letter from the archer, listening to the rain sword master, Zhong Xihou smiled slightly bitterly. Listening to the rain sword lord is another disappearing legend in the rivers and lakes for others, but for Zhong Xihou, he is just a cousin who grew up separately in two places.

Twenty-nine years ago, the Dancing Pheasant Sword was defeated by the Listening Rain Sword, and those who knew about it were afraid that few of them had not stepped into the coffin board.

Tianqin put down the wine bowl, she frowned and was displeased, obviously wanting to care more about Hou Ye and know some things about him, but when Zhongxi Hou said that she was no different from the woman with thick lips and long tongue on the street.

Qu Tianqin also didn't understand that Zhong Nanyan, who was full of flowers in Xicheng, in addition to glory, won or lost, life and death in his eyes, was not insignificant. Zhong Nanyan is like this, so what about Zhong Xihou?

She firmly believes that Hou Ye has a city that never sleeps, just like the heroes who travel the world in chivalrous novels, worrying about the country and the people. But this is Qu Tianqin's wishful thinking after all, if she tells her brother about this, it will only make the stupid big man laugh, whether Qu Tianqin believes it or not, anyway, her stupid big brother doesn't believe it.

After Zhongxihou made such a farce, the entire Jinling City was a little fluctuating, and there was a little boiling.

"Have you heard, Zhongxi Hou, the descendant of Zhong Nanyan in Xicheng, has come to Jinling······"

"Is the rumor true, he repelled the four little ghosts of the Zhong family with one sword?"

"I also heard that he broke Ge Qianqiu's cloth armor······

"It must be true, otherwise how could you say that you are looking for a doctor and ask Jian Zhong Xihou. ”

Restaurant teahouse, the people of the rivers and lakes in the land of Jinling began to discuss Zhongxihou. This is what Zhong Xihou wanted to see, he didn't bring a sword, he gave the sword to a woman, a woman with three edged phoenix eyes. This woman is inconspicuous, but her name and her fame have a place in the world.

This woman's real name is basically not remembered by anyone, but as long as the "ghost woman" is mentioned, anyone who has heard a lot of anecdotes in the rivers and lakes, or has a little experience, knows such a number one person. To say that this woman was born ugly and unkempt would make people think that she had just crawled out of the graveyard.

But it is such an ugly woman who makes people feel that she has done a lot of evil in her previous life, but she is a good hand at casting swords and raising swords, and over time, such a few sentences began to circulate about the ghost woman, "The quiet alley is sonorous, the dark night is cold, the beautiful black woman, and the sword wound is wonderful."

Naturally, people who are famous outside the country will have quirks after a long time, not to mention a ghost woman with an ugly appearance who does not want to see people.

She is indeed very famous, and those who admire it can crowd the entire Suzaku Square.

But those who know her and have dealings with her are probably only about 50 people in the world. Naturally, Zhong Xihou was one of them. Since the ghost lady is in Jinling, how can she not hand over the sword of love to this skillful craftsman for good maintenance.

On this day, Zhongxi Hou wore a wide robe with tight cuffs, and his hair was tied up with a hairpin. Such a comfortable and simple dress is also inconspicuous in Jinling, where strange people gather today.

However, Zhong Xihou was dressed like this, but in his own opinion, he was somber and solemn, hearty and clear, like a flock of cranes in the wild.

In the next few days, he will set off a bigger storm in Jinling, his purpose is very simple, he is the lord of the city that never sleeps, and he is a famous swordsman in the world. When he came to Lincheng, he came to Jinling, and naturally asked the king of Jinling to invite him in person, rather than him going to visit the old prince in his later generations.

This Western Black Charcoal is quite reasonable, so he will not beat and provoke a person casually, and for some ruffians or bullies, Zhong Xihou will be a little interested.

He put his left hand on the shoulder of the nine-foot-tall man, he took out a beef bun from the steamed basket of the steamed bun shop, and took a bite: "Hot ······"

As soon as the hand let go of the bun and fell, the man swung his fist, and Zhong Xihou happened to bend down to pick up the bun.

"Guest, if you want to eat steamed buns, I'll help you pick them up, and don't want those that fall to the ground. The thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl said timidly. Zhong Xihou had a smiling face, and he took a bite of the dust-stained bun.

"How much?"

"It's good if the guest likes it, don't want money, don't want money······"

The man also stuffed the bun into his mouth again, Zhong Xihou glanced at him, took out a dozen coppers from the money bag and put them on the table.

"I paid it along with the out-of-this-out-of-the-box. ”

The man pinched the bun in his hand, juice slowly flowed out from between his fingers, and shouted angrily: "Say another word about your black charcoal." ”

Zhong Xihou's response was simple, his left hand grabbed the man's right wrist, and with a turn of his body, his right hand slapped the back of the man's head.

"Believe it or not, I tore you alive like tossing Ge Qianqiu!"

"You, you, you, are Zhongxi Hou······"

The man was beaten so badly that he was paralyzed to the ground by this sentence. If the person in front of him who is not strong is Zhong Xihou, he can break four enemies with one sword, and he can break people in a few moves, then how to deal with himself?

When others heard the words Zhongxihou, they also gathered around, Zhongxihou is the city lord who never sleeps, if he is the city lord, he should be gorgeous. Zhong Xihou is a swordsman, if he is a swordsman, he should love swords as his life.

Now this Zhongxi Hou has no gorgeous clothes, and he has no sword in his hand.

"He's a fake······"

"He didn't even ······ a sword"

The crowd began to speak, and this reasoning logic was correct, Zhong Xihou did like gorgeous clothes, and his dancing sword usually did not leave his body. Today, this is not the case.

The men kept talking, and the man believed it, and he stood up again. He began to get lucky, and Zhong Xihou just stood like this, watching, and not saying a word. This man uses the kind of boxing method that uses violence to stop violence, the Great Sage Boxing Method.

Zhong Xihou was very curious about this set of boxing techniques, he had heard of such a boxing method, the fist had no wind but could break the rock and break the armor. Before the weak crown, there was a caravan passing through the city that never sleeps, and among them, there was a protector who was nearly half a hundred years old to make this great holy fist, and every punch was strong and powerful, so powerful.

"I learned the way but I didn't know how to move. The words of disdain, the action did not stop.

Bend over, punch out, and move briskly and fluidly.

The fist hit the man's abdomen, knocking the person four or five feet away, just like that, he was lying on the ground in a big character, and it was estimated that his abdomen was painful but he couldn't move.

"Who the hell are you?" the man's hands and feet could no longer move, his head could still move, his eyes could still see, and his mouth could still speak.

"Zhongxi Hou. ”

The language is cold, the eyes are arrogant, the name of the king is spread thousands of miles, and the young servant asks who the king is, which is ridiculous and ridiculous.

In the crowd, the shabby monk looked closely. He had never seen Zhong Xihou draw a sword, but he heard the elder joke that Zhong Xihou's attainments in swords were comprehensive in all aspects, which was higher than silence.

Lord Leng's silent sword is very familiar to him, and he has to see it clearly, whether the silent sword is more frightening or the sword of Zhongxi Hou is more frightening, and he can't sit still.

Zhong Xihou's method was effective, and no one dared to doubt or guess this person's skills, let alone doubt whether this person was the Lord of the Sleepless City.

Zhong Xihou looked around at the crowd, hooked his lips and smiled, he sat down cross-legged on the spot as if it meant that, who else, who was alone here today, and those who were not afraid of being beaten came to the door one by one.

There are always a lot of people who are aggressive, but there are not too many stupid people. That man is not strong or weak, but such a nine-foot man was punched to the ground by this man.

I have never seen such a tasteless master of the rivers and lakes, and the wandering monk couldn't help but smile, and saw him fly out of the crowd, so as to try the Xiaoxi in Yan Xiao's mouth, his skills, how unparalleled in the world.

The left hand became a fist and the right hand became a claw, and with a fist and a claw, Zhong Xihou, who was sitting on the ground, jumped up lightly, just right to dodge. The wandering monk turned over and supported the ground with his left hand, and swept his legs. Zhong Xihou held his leg and a swallow rolled over and went around his back.

"Skillful. ”

The wandering monk did not speak, he slapped the ground, jumped up, and struck down from the empty elbow. Zhong Xihou did not dodge or dodge, he stretched out his right arm to block the arm that lingered like a song. When the two intersected, Zhong Xihou's eyes widened, he believed that Jinling was now a master, and he also believed that if he wanted to leave and stay, no one in the world could stop him.

This wandering monk punched and kicked him, powerful and vicious, and attracted vital points. This shouldn't be a monk's trick at all, if you have any impression, there were a few corpses in the ancient wood forest of the city that never sleeps, but they were torn apart by someone and their arms and thighs were completely dead.

Looking at the monk's dirty routine of hitting the throat and hitting the yin, Zhongxi Hou Yue knew the identity of the monk and stood there, not dodging or dodging. The wandering monk dressed as a song was also powerless, and jumped up with a volley and a roundhouse kick. His leg was grabbed by Zhong Xihou, who grabbed his leg with both hands and slammed it to the ground.

I saw the wandering monk slapping the ground with both hands, and rebounded with his strength. The other leg was aimed at Zhong Xihou's head, and Zhong Xihou blocked with his left hand, and the strength of his hand and leg was completely different. Zhong Xihou's hand was out of strength in an instant, and he threw the wandering monk out with his other hand.

Put your hands down and chuckle, little junior brother, little junior brother, it turns out that your every move and style is so vicious. In the past, how did Yan Xiao teach you? When you were young, how did Baiyun Canggou treat you? Zhong Xihou endured the pain, but there was such a question in his mind.

Out of nowhere, a black barbarian man flashed, over nine feet, bald, darker than Zhongxihou, with a different face from the Han people, and a mouthful of white teeth. The upper body of the red stripe is wrapped with an iron rope, which is quite fierce and brave. He stood in the middle of Zhongxihou and the monks, and there was a sound of clapping from the crowd.

"Xindu Zennu. Even if the black barbarian man did not speak, Zhongxi Hou and the wandering monks also knew that this person was Xin Du Nu, who was usually tall and strong, with dark skin and white teeth like pearls. Zhongxi Hou knows this Xindu slave better than the wandering monk, there are many Xindu slaves in his sleepless city, and there are even Xindu people who are the generals of his sleepless city. And there are really very few people who can cultivate into such a slave.

"Do you think you can stop the two?" Zhong Xihou ignored the laughter and clapping in the crowd, and he asked Xin Dunu.

The slave did not speak, but he stood between them, silent. He tore the iron shuttle from his chest, and the iron shuttle touched the ground, and the slave glanced left and right at the two of them. The Xindunu in the city that never sleeps are usually coolies, and they do extremely strenuous work, unlike the Xindunu in other places, they can get paid, and no one dares to discriminate against them.

The wandering monk kicked in the air on the tiger head muscle of the Xindunu, and the kick was not like flesh at all, but more like a wall. The slave's body shook, and then stood firm, still silent.

"There are not many people who can shake Xiao Lei, King Kong is angry, the master has good skills. The man had already stood in front of Xindunu, and the slave bowed slightly to him, as if with great respect for him.

The wandering monk was silent, turned around, urged under his feet, a few ups and downs, and disappeared.

The summer crown worn by this son is quite exquisite, woven with jade grass, suffix gold flower, and inlaid with jewels in front. The robe he wore was woven with white silk and embroidered with flying cranes. Around the waist is a glittering gold wire belt. He also held a fan and a folding fan in his hand, which made Zhong Xihou look heartwarming.

This young man turned to Zhongxihou and bent down: "Your Excellency is really Zhongxihou, the lord of the city that never sleeps?"

Zhong Xihou didn't return the salute, he looked at this person. "Who is Childe?"

"Zhu Jiannan. ”