Mr. Badou didn't move, his eyes were contemptuous, although he heard her say later: "Good boy, your right hand still hides a bit of mystery." Such an unexpected gain, in the face of the disparity in strength, nothing is useless!"

As soon as these words came out, Mo Ming's eyelids twitched slightly, and Li Ganghong looked at the two of them with a blank expression.

"Sometimes, when you're drunk, you really envy people like you. ”

However, between the tones, Li Mo and the others heard a bit of sadness, which also resonated with the two unconsciously.

"Do you know that in an academy, there are nearly 100 disciples, and none of them are under you, and everyone hates them? Do you know that others have a glance and ten lines, and they will never forget it, but I am a cantilever with a crickly head, and I still can't read a copy of "Rites" year after year?"

Do you know that the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, other people are humanistic and ink artists, and you know that the salute shoots the royal number, and others are heroic.

The journey of a thousand miles of horses, bitter and sad, how to understand a good horse?

Mr. Badou's eyes showed a fierce light again, however, Li Ganghong saw that the killing intent faded a little, and listened to her continue: "At the beginning of people, they should be equal, why are there always people who are talented and do not cherish them, and my generation, painstaking cultivation can only be exchanged for a few sneers, I am not convinced, I am not convinced!"

The ink color of the sword in Mo Ming's hand faded, and gradually turned into the silver white of an ordinary sword, and he also had no killing intent towards Mr. Badou. was about to speak, but there were variables, and suddenly there was a storm and snow. Snowflakes are like darts, falling from the sky for thousands of miles, and the person with the bullseye is Mo Ming.

Li Ganghong looked at Mr. Badou angrily, and Mr. Badou was also at a loss. This, isn't it a Qinglan Heavenly Tribulation?

It's impossible, I have been working hard for 30 years in the Qinglan realm, and I have never encountered a catastrophe, this little ghost is only in his twenties, and I am afraid that it will not be too long to enter this realm. Suddenly, she understood, and she laughed. She looked at Mo Ming again, it was a feeling of sympathy, she nodded slightly, and smiled with satisfaction.

Mr. Yato let go of the sword in his hand, only to see that she was covered in black halos, like a peacock opening the screen, full of black feathers.

A few laughs up to the sky, listening to his heroic words: "Heaven will accept you, because you have broken the rules of heaven." The old body saves you, because you don't follow the rules of heaven!"

I saw Mr. Badou's thousands of black feathers turned into flying blades, turning around the three of them, and the black feather flying blades turned into balls wrapped the three of them. Li Ganghong closed his eyes and listened carefully, and the blades were handed over, like a bloodthirsty battlefield.

The sound of metal striking was getting faster and louder, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that Mr. Yato's strength was tightened at the moment, and he was a little relaxed, afraid that the three of them would die at the same time because of the snow.

At this moment, there were no more variables, and the white light shrouded in the wind and snow, and a white-clothed swordsman leaped out of the light. The three-foot long sword in his hand is clear like snow, and the handsome man is as heroic as a meteor in the dark night, dazzling and annoying.

Seeing this white shadow, Mo Ming felt at ease, and his spirit relaxed slightly, and his body was like a thousand catties, and the Mo Yu sword in his hand fell to the ground, and his body fell vertically.

The white-clothed swordsman knew that he could not delay any longer, so he poured his cultivation into the white and flawless sword in his hand, and slashed with a sword, and the sword was so prosperous that it seemed to be about to tear the sky.

The wind and snow dissipated, and Mr. Yato also dispersed the black feather, and similarly, after relaxing, he couldn't help but get down on one knee and began to gasp.

She looked down at the young master of the Mo family who had fainted, or, is this the so-called "heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs"?

How do you understand this sentence? Does it mean that God has no mercy and treats all things as lifeless tributes? Or is it that in God's eyes, all things are equal, and there is no value or cheapness?

I never thought that I would give up the Qinglan Realm, start all over again, and then break the Hongmeng by the flood, or one day, I was lucky enough to get the fourfold realm, the fivefold realm, and I couldn't survive the catastrophe, and I died when I died.

However, the younger generations of the rivers and lakes, why do they have such a role in breaking the flood at such a young age, and then entering the Hongmeng at a young age. How can such a proud son of heaven not make people jealous and resentful!

But, boy, since you have stepped into the Qinglan realm, and in another ten years, you have stabilized the realm, which is equivalent to the Hongmeng Fivefold Realm, why do you have to try to break the Hongmeng again? Is this pseudo-Hongmeng Five Realms unable to satisfy you? Or, some people don't want to just see you stay in this Qinglan realm?

Mr. Hato looked at the white-clothed swordsman, with a delicate face and a thin figure, even if he looked closely, it was still difficult to distinguish between male and female.

The white-clothed swordsman looked at him with no hatred or killing intent in his eyes. In the same way, just as you can't see his gender, you can't see any emotion in his eyes.

"Are you You Lingxi?" asked Li Ganghong, although he was a person who was easy to be cold, he was a shadow guard. Although he is a shadow guard, his first identity is the grandson of the Li family, a strategist in Lincheng.

Yi Shuihan's Big Three, the relatively common Lei Niu and another elusive blood phoenix he had never seen, he was more curious about the You Lingxi who would always save Mo Ming's life when he was in danger.

You Lingxi occasionally appears in Yi Shui Han, and the tasks performed are extremely dangerous.

It is said that he is the enemy of the cold lord, and it is also said that he is just a yin spirit.

You Lingxi clenched his sword and walked towards Mr. Badou, the meaning couldn't be more obvious.

Li Ganghong stopped him, and with this shout, the wound in his abdomen that was pierced by the wind cracked open slightly, and the blood stained the green shirt even redder. The pain was unbearable, but Li Ganghong still shouted to You Lingxi first: "Brother Ming hates hatred and knows more kindness, although she came for the two of us, she also saved the two of us after all, and the enmity and hatred are counterproductive, and now kill him, I am afraid that Brother Ming is also unwilling." ”

You Lingxi looked down at Li Ganghong, why was this person inexplicably familiar.

When did you become acquainted with this person? This doubt was only for a moment, he turned his head to look at Mr. Badou again, still without emotion, and was picked up by the sword that Li Ganghong pulled out and threw on the ground to Mr. Badou, the meaning could not be clearer, go, or, get out.

Mr. Badou picked up the wind and destroyed it, and the embarrassed appearance was no longer the original well-behaved Jiangnan female doll, the dirt was dirty, the white and clean face and clothes, the hair was scattered, and the corners of the mouth were black blood that had not been wiped clean.

She didn't leave a word, or gratitude, or he was just as merciless when he saw him again, etc., dragged the sword and left.

Li Ganghong looked at the back of the distant person, she, what kind of story does her life have?

This scholar in a green shirt was suddenly curious, he had never been so curious about a matter in twenty-six years. Now the curiosity that has been accumulated for twenty-six years has exploded, but it is because of a woman. A woman who was originally going to kill him and Mo Ming, a woman who might be older than his mother or even his grandmother.

Li Ganghong stabilized his breath, although the abdominal wound was serious, but fortunately he avoided the vital point, and he should be fine for a few months or half a year.

He looked at You Lingxi, still angry, respectful, and said, "Since Mr. is You Lingxi, he may send Brother Ming back to the Mo family." ”

You Lingxi's head was slightly on the side, and the meaning was also very clear, he was asking, what about you?

You Lingxi may have no feelings, but Mo Ming doesn't believe that he really has no feelings.

Li Ganghong also believes that You Lingxi has feelings, otherwise why would he care about his injury?

"If you can, please tell Brother Ming on your behalf, and ······ for your brother" Li Ganghong paused, hesitated for a long time, and slowly spoke, "Caomin, Li Ganghong, aims to travel all over the world, calligraphy and painting the world." Or in the future, there will be no opportunity to enjoy the pine painting and bamboo together, look at him, and take care of him. ”

You Lingxi carried Mo Yu's sword on his back along with his own white and flawless three-foot sword, and then picked up Mo Ming who had fallen asleep.

The picture is quite interesting, the man in white who is less than seven feet old, carrying a black and white sword, is holding a man in black who is nearly eight feet long. You Lingxi stopped, he spoke, he left two words, and then the wind was born, and soon there was no shadow.

Take care!

Li Ganghong picked up his turquoise sword, looking at this martial sword with a style like a sword, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion. He took off the scroll he was carrying and unfolded it. He sat down under a pine tree and began to scrutinize the painting.

It is a picture of the world of Jinling City, the flower building on the long street, there are young men who are freshly dressed and angry horses but are stopped by the officials, there are shy little ladies who are pitiful, there are also two people side by side with hundreds of people patrolling the city, there are peasant women who ask sellers to raise local chickens on the street, and there are blacksmiths who are busy working with hammers in the west of the city, and there are ······

Li Ganghong grinned, smiled cleanly, and had more freedom from the world. He put the painting back into the tube and began to look at his turquoise sword again.

This sword was the only work completed in Mo Sang's life, and it was also a weak crown gift from the lord of the Mo family to his humble subordinates.

He said, "The sword is the closest companion of the swordsman, and their name should not be given by the one who forged the sword. ”

It's been six years, and I still don't know what to call you.

"Why don't you call Qingyan?"

Li Ganghong looked at the sword in his hand, this time he laughed a little excessively, and vomited a mouthful of blood in his mouth, and his abdomen naturally hurt badly. He put the Qingyan that he had just taken the name back into the painttube and held it in his hand. Get up, look at the pine tree, and turn back to look at the village at the foot of the mountain.

The wind rises, and it is cold.

Then he saw that the two fingers of his right hand were joined together, and he made a sword, and he swung four swords in succession, and cut down the vines on the stone wall beside the pine tree. Holding his breath again, he touched it for about a quarter of an hour, and waved his sword again.

The wind blows away the debris from the stone wall, see:

Xiao Hongchen's life knows and hates, and it is unpredictable.

Where can I find the rivers and mountains in the world, and the merry people know where to go.

The west wind blows out how much love and hatred, and the calligraphy and painting are not full of chivalrous spirit.

At the end of the three sentences, the two fingers did not move again, and finally, a smile dispersed the sword qi.

But in the next moment, the sword pointed out again, and a hole was chiseled in the stone wall, and the painting tube in his hand was ingested, and then sealed by the earth and stone. His hand slowly touched the stone wall, and he didn't see a sigh or a sigh, but he laughed like a madman.

Li Ganghong looked in the direction of Tianshui Villa again, and couldn't help laughing at himself: "Brother Ming, you and I have been brothers and sisters for many years, but today I want to take your life as a brother, and I really don't deserve to be human." Since he is a courtier, he can't make a move against His Royal Highness. Then the black-necked crane will be removed by Brother Wei for you. ”

Li Ganghong, the grandson of the Li family in Jinling City, just hummed a tune and went down the mountain with a crazy laugh.

Regardless of whether Mr. Badou appears today or not, after today, there will be no more boys in green shirts in the world.

I want to calligraphy and painting mountains and rivers for thousands of miles, beautiful scenery and green shirts.

I want to sing for thousands of years, and the afterglow will not return.

The day is divided into day and night, and although the day and night are not equal, they always alternate. The night of this day came on time as usual, however, on the night of this day, a boy slipped out of Jinling City.

Those who dare to go out of the city after the night ban and no one dares to stop them are naturally alone, Zhu Yinuo.

These two stunned goods rode a white horse to fly dust, carried the magnificent Shuanglong sword, went out of Jinling, and set off along the official road to Moxian.

Although the little prince said that he was happy with the sword, he suffered from the team guarding the city. The guard general was dismissed, innocently ate three months of prison food, and the remaining eleven pawns were sent to Luo County after being roded for thirty.

Lincheng is divided into four counties, 36 prefectures and 288 counties, this Luo County is the poorest place among the 288 counties, and it is also a small place where there is often friction with Yucheng.

When Zhu Jiannan heard that his grandfather was punished like this, he also felt that it was too heavy, but he didn't dare to disobey. had to take a private order, and the eleven people who were assigned could be discharged from the army in Luo County after one year, and the fields and houses were allocated according to the military rank.

Zhu Jiannan put down the book in his hand, tonight, the face of this Jinling prince was even worse than usual.

Although the guard Lei Niu beside him was as straight as a bronze statue as before, those black moves glanced at Shizi from time to time, which also explained everything.

Zhu Jiannan clapped his hands lightly, and a swordsman in Tsing Yi did not know where, his figure flickered, and he knelt on one knee in front of his desk.

"Sanheng, call your brother, your team, immediately set off from Mo County and catch up with the little prince. ”

The Yi Shui Han swordsman, who was called Sanheng, hesitated for a few moments and asked, "His Royal Highness, may you use ······?"

Without waiting for the swordsman to finish speaking, Zhu Jiannan nodded, meaning to promise. Sanheng got up, clasped his fists and saluted, and then his figure flashed, and he came out of the study of the prince of Jinling out of nowhere.

Zhu Jiannan took off a wolf pen, dipped it in ink to prepare to write, put down the pen, and seemed to say to himself: "Knowing everything is that there is a list of famous people in the world, such as the 'similar list' of literati and ink writers, and the 'Xi Shi list' that captivates the country and the city, the 'Qingfeng list' coveted by swordsmen all over the world, or the 'Wanfu list' that is accepted by all kinds of weapons, or the 'Yuluan list' of the descendants of the rivers and lakes who have been listed in the Ming brother." But what does this have to do with me······

Zhu Jiannan wrote a total of three words, and he was not satisfied with his calligraphy.

He is always resentful, and the calligraphy attainments of Li Ganghong, a boy from the Li family, have crushed him too much, but this kind of little jealousy is not unknown. He looked at the three words he had just written, "Flowers in the Mist".

There is also a list, but it is not known to the world, "the list of flowers in the fog". It records the dark world sect organizations that are unknown to all the major people in the world, for example, his Yi Shuihan, who is Zhu Jiannan, is the second dark world organization on the list of flowers in the fog.

There are thousands of warriors in the world, and most of them use swords. And if an organization is full of swordsmen, and all swordsmen are cultivated as the top of the ancestors, who is in charge of such an organization?

The wise man knew everything as he could, and he had also investigated countless family gates, and the reason for excluding King Jinling was very simple. The dark force that the Zhu family, the king of Jinling, has been supporting on the rivers and lakes, isn't it the Mojia Tianshui Villa in Mo County?

A river and lake is just so big, there is a Mojiazhuang on the bright side, and an easy water cold in the secret, even if the wise man knows everything, he doesn't dare to guess.

Zhu Jiannan put away the fan, he really didn't understand his grandfather's decision today. I searched through thousands of volumes of secret strategies in my study and still couldn't find an answer, so I had to follow them.

Lei Niu put on the fox fur cloak for the prince, and listened to the pale voice of the prince singing: "Come, come, come, our swordsmen, follow this king, go to Moxian together, and see the new master······ Yikes······"

When the words fell, the study was actually crowded with people, some kneeling on one knee, leaning against the bookshelf or wall with their eyes closed, and some sitting on the beam of the room with dogtail grass in their mouths······

These people have different appearances and temperaments, and the only similarity is that they are all dressed in green clothes and carrying long swords.

Zhu Jiannan took a white-faced drama mask from a swordsman who was short in stature, slightly rickety, and obviously an old man, and put it on, his voice changed suddenly, and it was extremely low, but it was domineering: "You wait, follow this king, go out of the city, and face the battle!"

Others don't know, how Lei Niu doesn't know. He was only entrusted by others to protect him, and he should never interfere with his decision.

I really don't understand why brotherhood can't withstand a trace of suspicion. This rootless and fruitless suspicion, why does it need to be killed?

When the black-necked crane came, Lei Niu was beside him, and after listening to the report, Zhu Yanan's face couldn't tell whether it was good or bad.

It's a pity that the crazy woman missed, or she is secretly glad that her brother's skills have reached the sky.