Zhong Xihou had already sat on the straw mat at some point, and his sitting posture was different from that of most people, not kneeling, but cross-kneeling.

Seeing that he didn't care about himself, he didn't pick the grapes, he didn't peel them, he threw them directly into his mouth, and he didn't even spit out the grape cores, and joked: "Fortunately, fortunately, since the lonely Dancing Goose Sword and the Mo Family's Mo Yu Sword are on the list of Brother Changkong's famous swords, then these days, Brother Changkong's famous sword can't help but open everyone's eyes?"

Linghu Changkong didn't make a sound, and everyone looked. , he unwrapped the long strip of cloth and opened it.

Then there was an ordinary sword, the hilt of the scabbard looked like copper, but the sword was rusty when it came out of the sheath, and the sword was so tattered that it was like the clothes on his body.

But no one would dare to despise the sword because it looked shabby, just like this tattered but well-known restrained descendant.

At the moment when the rusty sword was unsheathed, the Mo family's sword-bearer opened his eyes in an instant, and saw that the Mo Yu sword that had been put back in front of him began to tremble, letting out a slight dragon groan.

The Mo Zhuang master's hand lightly pressed the Mo Yu sword, and the amorous sword was unsheathed again, and it changed color in an instant.

At this time, Mo Yujian was like the light ink that had just been polished with clear lake water.

"Mo heard that the Seven Immortal Swords disappeared fifty years ago or a hundred years ago, but there was an even stranger sword, the sword named Long Yao, this sword also disappeared from this world ten years ago. ”

"If the person in charge of the sword really understands the sword, this is Long Yao!"

When the words fell, Ling Fox Changkong Gong Yuan was violently raised, and his own body cultivation was poured into the sword, and Long Yao gradually faded away the rust on the sword body, flashing a dazzling golden light.

Mo Yujian was held in his hand, but he still chanted, and the Mo family sword man only smiled slightly, lightly clasped his finger on the sword, and said that the old man looked back, and his voice was soft: "Fifteen years, old man, it turns out that you still remember the bastard boy fifteen years ago, and that domineering sword!"

This time, Linghu Changkong and Zhong Xihou were dumbfounded, this Mo family sword-bearer now looks natural and calm, it turns out that when he was younger, he was the same as the current Linghu Changkong, and he fought everywhere, otherwise where would he have tried to compete with the Dancing Goose Sword and fought with Long Yaojian?

It's a pity that the pretentious Mo Sang was deflated under the hands of that handsome boy. Ren is how he improved his strength, and his sword style was exquisite, and he was crushed to death by the swordsman who held Long Yao, and he didn't have the slightest respite.

Zhong Xihou suddenly became not afraid of big things, and smashed the back of Linghu Changkong's head with grapes, and the person did not move, and the grapes that flew in accurately changed their trajectory inexplicably, and hit a businessman who spent a small 5,000 silver in exchange for admission. The man was not angry, he picked up the grapes and grinned at Zhong Xihou, and then threw the grapes into his mouth, as if he had never eaten such delicious and sweet grapes.

Zhong Xihou did not lose his etiquette, he hugged his fists at the merchant Jia apologetically, looked at Linghu Changkong again, and said, "Brother Changkong, but do you really want to compare with the Mo family's sword master?"

"If that's the case, I can't ask for it. Linghu Changkong held the sword in his empty hand, and his eyes shot coldly towards the Mo family's father and son.

Zhong Xihou stood up and saluted Zhu Jiannan: "If you are alone, the prince may agree." ”

That Zhu Jiannan waved his hand: "Although the sword master is Xiao Wang's aunt, Xiao Wang has no right to control his thoughts, he agrees, Xiao Wang naturally won't stop him, he doesn't agree, Xiao Wang is a junior, and he can't say anything." ”

"Linghu Daxia is the same age as Xiao Ke, my father is fasting today, no drinking, no sword. Xiao Ke is not talented, only Mo Yujian is three or four points hot, and Xiao Ke holds the sword for advice, so that the fox hero does not want to dislike it. ”

This time it was sour, and it was uncomfortable to hear Zhongxihou, three or four points of heat, and three or four points of heat was on the eleventh place on the Qingfeng list, so wouldn't it be even more embarrassing for him to have empty rumors.

It's a good one to know everything, make a Qingfeng list, or a Qingfeng list, but this swordsman list doesn't have his Western City Lord, it's very melancholy.

"Changkong is reckless, likes to challenge famous swords, has the courage to hold a sword to face the battle, whether it is A or B, I don't care. ”

Mo Ming tightened his cuffs, took off his boots, got up barefoot, saluted his father, held the family heirloom sword, unsheathed, strange, the blade was ordinary silver and bright.

Zhong Xihou and the others waited to watch the play without saying anything, and even Mo Ming's cousin, Zhu Jiannan, was quite interested, and looked straight at what was going to happen next. Zhu Jiannan couldn't help but secretly in his heart, Xiao Mo Ming, Xiao Mo Ming, what kind of realm have you practiced your sword?

Then the young master of the Mo family saluted everyone again: "Everyone, that ink tea is ugly." ”

The Mo family's sword-bearer didn't speak, and he didn't look at his own child, he just looked at this monk-robed ranger.

This inexplicable sense of familiarity makes the fox sky, who are you, and what does it have to do with the swordsman in the past?

Suddenly, I heard a few swords trembling slightly, and instinctively looked back at the southwest direction, except for a vermilion lacquer red mocking wind pillar, that is, a screen for the dragon to go to sea.

An old man came slowly outside the house, and King Jinling just glanced at it, and then found that including his son-in-law, although it was only an instantaneous reaction, but he also couldn't help but look at the southwest, there were seven people.

The sword master of the Mo family came back to his senses, and he had luck in his heart to ensure peace of mind. He would be so out of shape today, let Yinuo's kid know, and he couldn't laugh at himself for more than half a year.

Why did he feel a little inexplicably hostile? In the past, when he was defeated by that person, that person called himself a sword maid and a sword maid to fight with him again, because many years ago he and the sword maid did not distinguish between victory and defeat, but they were only equal, so it is still difficult to solve the knot? I am afraid that it is my own cultivation that is not in the eyes of others at all.

Let the fox grow in the sky, make the fox grow in the sky, and destroy the name of the sword master, I have heard of it somewhat. Can you break the world's famous sword with a sword, and you may be able to break my son's ruthless sword at the moment?

Zhong Xihou was also one of the seven, wondering, why did Fang hear a low sound? That kind of low sound will not be misheard, it is the low sound of the sword. glanced at Linghu Changkong standing in front of him, obviously this little junior brother also heard it.

Zhong Xihou raised the golden bottle, drank all the wine, rubbed his chin with chopsticks in his right hand, and rubbed his beard with his chin and hand with his left hand, no longer delved into the sound of the sword, and waited for a good show, with great interest.

The golden light of the sword in the empty hand of the fox was even worse, and there was no trace of rust in the hall, and the guests in the hall retreated back to their seats one after another, waiting for the show, but heard an old and strong voice: "The erector is rude!"

I saw the old man in the black python robe on the throne staggering up and walking slowly, everyone got up and saluted together, some made a gesture, some hugged their fists, but few people dared to look directly at the world as a stage, and the old prince with a different surname who had been turning clouds and rain for decades.

But listening to the next sentence of the only king with a different surname in this dynasty, people couldn't help but sigh, cynical old naughty boy, so I heard the old dragon king say: "Xiao Xuandi took out the sword, how could he be without good wine to cheer everyone up?"

The words fell, and some of the two monks were confused, but the Mo family father and son and Zhu Jiannan couldn't help but show bitterness on their faces, the old prince, the old prince, your old man will really find an excuse to drink two sips.

The west lord traveled to the east, met two little novices and talked about the Tao, and the red clothes said: Bi Boluo is a Buddha. Blue Yi said: The dust in front of the Bodhi tree is dusty. The red clothes were silent, and the west lord said: Bi Boluo went down to the Buddha and became a Buddha, and Bodhi returned to dust without tree dust.

- "Xicheng Chronicles-Zhongxihou"