In the early morning of the next day, a white horse and a boy in a splendid robe returned to Mojia Villa with the kitchen guys who returned from shopping for vegetables. The guards guarding the door took a look, yo, why did the little prince come so early today.

The person who came was naturally Zhu Yinuo, and the guards took a closer look, the little prince's face, his pale face was full of exhaustion, and his eye circles were black, and it was estimated that he would be able to sleep for a few days and nights in a bed.

The guard was right, Zhu Yinuo turned over and dismounted, threw the horsewhip to the guard, and walked towards the wing room of Zhu Yinuo in Tianshui Villa. The guard took the whip and stroked the mane of the white horse Feichen, Xiao Feichen drove all night, although he was so tired that he was about to close his eyes and fall asleep, but being caressed by the guard like this, he was also so comfortable that he rolled his lips and screamed a few times.

Zhu Yinuo yawned while walking briskly, but he didn't see the road clearly or the person clearly, and knocked one person to the ground. Zhu Yinuo apologized again and again, and squatted down to help the person up. As a result, I opened my eyes wide and looked, ah, how is this girl.

It was indeed a girl who was knocked down, but it was not the Mo family.

This girl wore a white and red light shirt today, and when she saw that it was the little prince of Jinling City who bumped into her, she immediately didn't dare to squeak, so she had to hold her hands in front of her lower abdomen and bow her head slightly, like a rabbit after being taught.

"Little prince, don't get in the way, don't get in the way, it's the slave family that is not good······"

"So you're here, and so is Zhong Daxia, where is he?"

He came to Mo County, and this matter has to start with Yan Hudeliang. To Yan Hudeliang, Zhu Yinuo was indignant, this barbarian said that he was good at instructing himself in swordsmanship, and he never saw anyone in Zhongxihou's mansion several times.

Then he simply invited Yan Hudeliang to the Forbidden City, and then someone answered his questions. Coincidentally, somehow, there were still people in the Forbidden City who would send a letter to Yan Hude. This is good, don't say goodbye, this ability to release pigeons is more lacking than Li Jiazaburo.

Mo Ming left Jinling without saying hello to him, Li Jia Saburo somehow came to Mo County, and Li Jia Erlang began to study behind closed doors for some reason. I was really bored, so I had to run to Mo County to have some fun.

Fun is fun, since he re-cultivated the Nine Stars Flying Fu, he felt a little hot, and his swordsmanship has improved greatly, and what he wants most now is a nod from his uncle and the wolf tooth mask Taoist.

Seeing that this little girl is in Tianshui Villa, Zhongxihou is bound to be there. It's okay to ask for advice with Zhong Xihou to see how your swordsmanship is.

The person who was bumped into by Zhu Yinuo was one of the two women who were rewarded to Zhongxi Hou by King Jinling, not the dancing girl called Zang Yan, but the Qin Ji whose name Zhu Yinuo still doesn't know.

This Qin Ji said in a choppy tone, "No, yes, Hou Ye is here, Hou Ye is in ······"

Zhu Yinuo frowned, why is this Qin Ji squeaking today, is it because she is afraid that she will arrest her back to Jinling Palace?

"Wow, did the little prince come last night?" A voice was very surprised and surprised, Zhu Yinuo looked for the sound, and sure enough, it was Qu'er, a girl like a cat spirit.

As soon as Qin Ji saw that the song was coming, she also bypassed Zhu Yinuo and slipped away.

Qu'er watched Qin Ji leave, frowned slightly, walked to Zhu Yinuo's side, pointed in the direction where Qin Ji left, and asked, "Who is this person? Where did the little prince snatch the little girl······

When Zhu Yinuo heard this, he pretended to be angry, and immediately picked up Qu'er horizontally and spun around in circles, I don't know whether it amused Qu'er or frightened him, and he laughed weirdly again and again.

Rushing overnight, Zhu Yinuo was really tired, put Qu'er down, he left Lincheng more than two years ago, and now he has been back for less than half a year.

Suddenly found that the little girl who looked like a maid and a sister had also grown up.

Well, it's pretty good, like a lady from a big family.

"I really don't know what the name of this little girl is, she used to be the Qin Ji of the house, and then she was given to Zhongxi Hou by her grandfather. Eh, Zhongxi Hou, he's in Zhuangzi. ”

Qu'er nodded, and Zhu Yinuo was about to ask where Zhong Xihou was, but Qu'er grabbed the words: "Okay, okay, look at the way you are now, if you are seen by Mrs., you will definitely blame me for not taking good care of you, you go and rest first." The lord of the western land will stay in the village for a day or two, and you can go back to him later. ”

Being cared for by Qu'er like this, Zhu Yinuo was indeed more tired, and his drowsiness made his eyelids feel like a thousand pounds. teased Qu'er again, and walked towards his wing.

"By the way, little prince, the little prince of the Li family is also in the house these days, or ······"

"I already knew, let him dig out his crotch by himself, and I won't see it. ”

Qu'er chuckled, but stared at the direction in which Qin Ji left, she hadn't heard that in addition to the purple-clothed young man around Zhong Xihou, he also brought others to the Mo family.

Although Qu'er has an extraordinary status in the Mo family, even if she grew up in the Mo family since she was a child and is like a mother and daughter with her wife, she is still a maid after all. Today, although she is not the head of the chamberlain, she is also the same as the head of the house.

On weekdays, I was waiting for the young lady Yin Li's daily life, no, I got up early to go to the kitchen as usual, asked the husband and cook to prepare Yucheng snacks, took a basin of warm water, and brought a box of herbs to Yin Li's residence first.

The young lady Yin Li finished freshening up, and this morning I heard that the owner of the village had gone out, and the lady was still closed. Yin Lizi didn't have to ask early, so she followed her mind and immediately went to the medical center to see Mo Ming.

When he arrived at the medical center, he couldn't cry or laugh, Zhu Yinuo didn't go to his room, and Mo Ming, who was forced to be seriously injured, was squeezed into a bed. This guy, without taking off his boots, directly occupied half and more beds, lying on the bed, his left hand on Mo Ming's abdomen, and his right hand clenched his fist and raised his thumb, and the thumb was constantly sucked like a pacifier.

When Qu Er saw it, she couldn't help but feel funny, this little prince is really a kid who can't grow up.

Then she frowned, crossed her hands on her hips, and was about to go over to twist Zhu Yinuo's ears, but was stopped by Yin Li.

Qu'er looked at it again, although the bed was occupied by most of it, Mo Ming still slept peacefully, and she understood.

"Didn't you also say it, Xiao Yinuo has liked to stick to Minglang since he was a child, and I'm afraid that he came from Jinling all night, and he was tired, so let him rest for a while. ”

Qu'er accompanied Yin Li as she walked out, sighing and aggrieved for Yin Li, and her big watery eyes looked even more innocent and pitiful.

"Young lady, you see that the young owner finally came back from Jinling, and he was seriously injured, you should be by his side, this Zhu Yinuo is still so ignorant of human feelings. ”

Yin Li watched Qu'er stomp her feet and pout, and couldn't help but laugh out loud, and gently pinched Qu'er's face. This girl is indeed kind-hearted, gentle and considerate, perhaps, it is also to repay Mo Ming for picking her up.

"You girl, you should talk to your mother, find you a good family, and drive you out of the Mo family. ”

Qu'er was not happy, and was about to argue about something, but heard a voice.

"The young lady got up early. ”

Looking at the sound, it was Zhong Xihou, the lord of the Western Land. He was alone, and the little follower in the purple robe was not behind him like a tail.

Yin Li saluted and said softly and respectfully: "The Lord of Zhongcheng also got up early. ”

"You Mo family, why don't you even use tea to fill your pillows. It's not very customary to say that it is hard or not, and whether it is soft or not. ”

When Qu'er heard it, she burst out laughing, but she was also a lady, covering her mouth with her slender hand. Just listen to the voice of Mo Qu'er, who is not like a subordinate, said playfully: "The pillow in our Mo family Zhuangzi is not soft or hard, then it is just right, hey, the pillow with moderate softness and hardness Zhong Daxia is not used to sleeping, so what kind of pillow does Zhong Daxia like?"

When asked jokingly, Zhong Xihou rubbed his chin with his fingers, as if he had thought about it carefully, and listened to him: "The most comfortable thing is naturally the purple bamboo pillow in the Lonely City Lord's Mansion." ”

"Ah, the bamboo pillow, it's cold and hard, can it be comfortable?"

On Qu'er's question, Zhong Xihou only smiled, this was just a few gossips after the morning greeting. But since he talked about his purple bamboo pillow, Zhong Xihou couldn't help touching the back of his head, indeed, only by relying on it can he sleep peacefully.

Zhong Xihou was wearing a loose orange robe, with the ice-blue sword hanging from his waist, listening to the rain. He went to the study of the Mo family's sword-bearer, preparing to visit the old man again.

When he got up in the morning, Hua Shaohong asked him, for the sake of a woman who had been dead for several years, why did he gamble on the safety of the city that never sleeps?

Zhong Xihou did not answer, or rather, he really did not know how to answer.

If everyone in the world thinks the same as you Hua Shaohong, that's also excellent.

Thinking about it again, Zhongxi Hou actually smiled, Honghong, Honghong, if you know that the wind is rising, the falcon season, will you betray yourself for your surname?

If the purpose is really as Honghong said, then indeed, for the sake of a woman who has been dead for several years, to give up his responsibility as the lord of a city, can it really be done, not impossible?

Zhong Xihou told Hua Shaohong a story, this story was told to him by an ugly man, an ugly Taoist who made a gun and a flute.

Once upon a time, there was a bird whose wings were not wide enough and not long enough, so it could only flapp its wings constantly when it flew. Although it has to fly more effortlessly than other birds, it still enjoys soaring between heaven and earth. One day, however, it fell into the trap of the hunter and its leg was bitten off by an iron tiger. It becomes a bird without feet, and a bird without feet can only fly and fly, and can never stop, because it has no feet to stop.

The story is very old-fashioned, and it should have ended here, but the young Zhongxi Hou saw the woman who was as beautiful as a fairy, sewed a cotton pad with his own hands, and tied it to the belly of a white falcon without feet.

The falcon flapped its wings and flew high into the air, then swam the world and then came back, because the falcon had no legs, so it could only flapp its wings to slow itself down, slowly descend and descend slowly, and finally land with a cotton cushioned belly.

Zhong Xihou didn't understand, since the white falcon had lost its feet, it would definitely not be able to live well in the outside world, and saving it for a while was just to make it suffer more than a moment of death, what was the point?

Zhong Nanyan, who came back from fighting swords, went to Taowu to pick him up, Zhong Xihou lay on his father-in-law's back and asked, why did that sister save the white falcon?

Zhong Nanyan replied, chivalrous!

Hua Shaohong is confused, the white falcon without feet, and the bird with short wings, no, it is a bird without feet and born with short wings.

What does it have to do with both of them, except that they are both birds?

Hua Shaohong didn't ask, he naturally understood that Zhong Xihou had already made a decision.

Besides, in the study, after Zhong Xihou entered, he and the old man drank three or two cups of bitter tea, and both of them were silent. Finally, a volume of annotated "Baiyun Sword Technique" was taken out of a dusty iron box, and the old man respectfully handed it to Zhongxihou.

If the flower is less red on the side, he will not stop it, because he can't stop it.

If he saw that the old man gave Zhongxi Hou Baiyun Sword Technique, he would be even more curious about why the Mo family had a manuscript of Baiyun Fairy's Sword Technique. On the other hand, since what Hou Ye needed was the Baiyun Sword Technique, why didn't he make a deal with Brother Ying, but he wanted to come to the Mo family.

It is really incomprehensible that the lord of a city in the western region would come to Lincheng to be a thug for a river and lake villa.

Zhong Xihou will not guess what Hua Shaohong will think, this little guy can break a mountain fowl order for him Zhong Xihou.

The old man drank tea and looked at Zhong Xihou.

Zhong Xihou stared at Baiyun Swordsmanship, not knowing that the bitter tea in the cup had already been cold.

After the afternoon, the little prince of Jinling got up lazily, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that his brother was overwhelmed by himself, and he only gave his brother a grin that showed eight teeth.

Zhu Yinuo was about to chat with Mo Ming on the bed, but Mo Ming reminded him that the kid's sword bone changed slightly, but Jiuxing Feifu had grown. Zhu Yinuo suddenly realized that it was time for him to go to Zhongxi Hou, now he didn't dare to say that he could fight against Yi Shui Hanzhong and medium swordsmen, but he was confident that he could be defeated by dozens of moves, and in time, he might really have the possibility of winning.

Zhu Yinuo left the medical hall, and Mo Ming naturally fell quiet.

When the night was quiet, he also clearly felt the inexplicable sword qi unconsciously leaking from Zhu Yinuo's body. That kind of sword aura is as sharp as a sickle, and it is extremely domineering.

The wind sickle with the strength of the wind does have a bit of the taste of the nine stars flying, but where does the suffocating domineering in front of Mount Tai come from?

Mo Ming didn't know, and he never encountered it. People have their own creations, and it is indeed impossible for him to protect his life, for example, when he meets a character like Mr. Yato again.

Thinking of this, the corners of Mo Ming's mouth curled slightly, and he was relieved.

Besides, Zhu Yinuo, when he left the medical hall, he didn't freshen up, he grabbed a family member like he had no heart and lungs and asked where Zhong Xihou was.

Finally found Zhong Xihou in the study, and without any politeness, he pushed the door directly and entered. That excitement startled the old man of the Mo family. This little rabbit cub, what is it like to be alone.

After all, Zhu Yinuo is a descendant of the Zhu family in Jinling, and Yu Liyi is also a professor since childhood, although he is already excited, but when he sees the old man, he still respectfully bends down and salutes the old man.

The old man waved his hand, smiled, and said, "What martial arts cheats did the little prince pick up this day?"

When Zhu Yinuo heard this, he immediately changed from a teachable junior to a non-serious junior, compared with a monkey, narrating the cause and effect, and then found that he had left the Shuanglong Sword in the hospital.

It's a pity, it's a pity, this Zhu Yinuo didn't notice after all, the old man was smiling at him, that kind of smile, but it seemed to be looking at the son of the old man.

"Oh, a Taoist with a wolf tooth mask? ”

Zhong Xihou naturally heard the cause and effect clearly, and also understood why that day in Jinling City, his third-rate and difficult ability to enter was able to beat Qu Tianqin to leave angrily. The master behind this is indeed more suitable for Zhu Yinuo.

Thinking about it like this, I can't help but sigh secretly, little junior brother, little junior brother, you are really a good brother who is conscientious.

Zhong Xihou and the old man naturally understood Zhu Yinuo's intention, but this time they didn't wait for Zhong Xihou to get up, but the old man also stood up. The old man shook his loose black robe, and brushed his hair that was scattered by the wind, this time it was not only Zhong Xihou, but even Zhu Yinuo noticed that the old man he had seen since he was a child looked very good today.

I saw that the old man's left hand was on his waist, and his right hand was a sword with two fingers, and with a slight wave, he cut off one or two thumb-thick bamboos in the garden. It was also a series of delicate air blades, which cut the bamboo into two three-and-a-half-foot bamboo sticks.

Seeing that the old man's hand was clawed and sucked, the two bamboo sticks were already firmly held in his hand, and he handed one of them to Zhu Yinuo, the meaning could not be clearer.

Although this is not the purpose of Zhu Yinuo's coming, it is not bad, okay, let Zhong Xihou know his growth today.

Zhong Xihou watched the two figures, one black and one white, fighting in the garden, and the white shadow still scolded from time to time, this scolding is naturally not to people, nor is it aggressive, it is all some "Niangxi", "too dog" and so on.

The black shadow is also disrespectful to the old today, and every time the water is released, the white shadow has a chance to take advantage of it, but when the real crisis is coming, every strange trick turns the danger into a disaster, and the white shadow is so angry that he is about to have the heart to kill.

Zhong Xihou admired the old man's ever-changing and invisible swordsmanship, and became interested in Zhu Yinuo, who was a little different but a great advance in swordsmanship.

Under Ying Ruge's subordinates, there are indeed some unfathomable masters, and not all of them are like that Kang Jinlong, waste.

However, what Zhong Xihou was more interested in and puzzled about was the old man's hand that turned into a claw, which was the red "Nayun hand"?

About half an hour later, Zhu Yinuo was so tired that his white robe was soaked and had already stuck to his skin. His man was already lying on the ground in a large shape, panting like a beagle with his tongue outstretched.

Good boy, he can't stand up anymore and is still holding that bamboo stick desperately.

Zhongxihou also stood up, but joked: "Since the little prince is already tired, it is better to send someone back to the wing room to rest, and Gu will go down the mountain." ”

Zhong Xihou was naturally ridiculing, and it was true that Zhu Yinuo quit, and immediately rolled with a carp, his body was straight, and the bamboo stick was holding a gesture of please.

Zhongxi Hou smiled, and did not ask the old man to ask for a bamboo stick. I saw that the city lord of the Western Land was also carrying the back waist with his left hand, and the two fingers of his right hand were forming a sword, as if he was still too advantageous, and he even closed his eyes.

Zhu Yinuo was not happy, this was too underestimating himself, and he hadn't opened his mouth yet, but the old man laughed out loud, and listened to him: "Little prince, if you block the trick of the Zhongcheng Lord, the old man will ask someone to build a sword similar to the flying kite for you, okay?"

When Zhu Yinuo heard it, what is the flying kite? Although the flying kite is not a famous sword, and it can't even rank in the top 300 of the famous sword spectrum, it is precisely the flying kite that is extremely suitable for the use of fast swordsmen.

A trick?

Zhu Yinuo adjusted his posture, as if it was a preparatory move for the move "Qianmo Linluan".

However, helplessly, Zhong Xihou didn't plan to release the water, only to see the orange robe filled with the wind, and then see his body move.

That sword stabbed out, like a cultivator riding the wind, chic and elegant, like a tiger descending from the mountain, like a mountain and sea falling into the city.