Zhong Xihou changed into a white robe embroidered with a sleeping tiger, and he left the crown suit in the back alley where the waste and kitchen garbage were kept.

Jinling City began to be lively, and another person was killed.

In the past few days, there have been many dead people in Jinling, which should have been forgotten after chatting for a while, but from yesterday to today, the people in the teahouse chatted wave after wave about this dead man.

The man's head was hung on the city wall, and when he died, it was said that he still had a smirking expression, but how he looked like a demon who had come to ask for his life. The official government took away the corpse of this person, which was considered benevolent and righteous, and the head was stitched back, but after the piece was completely pieced together, the corpse was gone.

Naturally, there are more talking points before and after tea, what kind of ghost deceive corpse, the soul of the underworld and so on.

Some storytellers have some ink in their stomachs, and they really feel a little bit like talking about this mysterious thing, just like the real thing.

Compared to this, Zhong Xihou suddenly wanted to go back to the inn to meet the red-haired dancing girl, Zang Yan.

In terms of appearance, she is rarely the same as the fairy who has only met once in the memory of the city lord of the Western Land, but in such a frowning and angry, she is inexplicably familiar.

Tibetan Yan, burial Yan, Tibetan and burial, burial and hiding.

There is a misunderstood flower called saffron, saffron is also known as saffron, and for some reason Zhongxihou suddenly thought of such a small wildflower that can be found everywhere in Persia. It is precisely such a small wildflower, which invigorates blood and dispels blood stasis, relieves depression and calms the nerves, which can be called a miracle medicine.

Thinking about it, thinking about it again, thinking of Mei Ji dancing swords, dancers and warriors, Zhong Xihou came back to his senses and remembered another thing.

Listen to the rain sword master, come to Jinling City.

Zhong Xihou was doing a strange thing, listening to the owner of the rain sword tell Zhong Xihou that the time he came to Jinling City was indeed the day before yesterday, and some time ago, Zhong Xihou also heard that the lord of the rain sword himself said that he was going to a place, and that place was three or four days away from Jinling.

Grinding with his hands - rubbing the chin that has grown stubble again, listen to the rain sword master, when was the first time we met?

It was as if he was eight years old that year, and this doll was wrapped like a dumpling in swaddling clothes, crying all day long.

Later, they met once a year or two, each with a sword, and was silent.

Later, he became the lord of the Western Lands, the sword danced, and the young man dressed as an ice blue knight also saw the edge for the first time, and he listened to the subtlety of the rain sword.

Later, from time to time, he would come to the city that never sleeps, with the ice-blue rain sword that did not look like a mundane thing, drank wine, and was silent.

Suddenly, one day, he put the Listening Rain Sword in a beautiful box and rode a sweaty horse to the city that never sleeps.

A good horse and a good sword are like explaining the aftermath, what to listen to the rain sword to polish once in sixty-four days, to moisten the ice water once in seven days, what to listen to the rain sword style against the current, non-ordinary martial arts only fast and unbreakable······

Zhong Xihou also ignored him, and sent the Tingyu Sword Master, who was regarded as half a younger brother, out of the City Lord's Mansion.

He had won the duel, scarred, with white bones visible in many places, and his teeth rattled in pain when he moved.

That time, he moistened the ice water for Tingyu Jian, which was seen by the silly boy wrapped in white gauze and mummified, showing a mouthful of white teeth and being triumphant.

To this day, Zhongxihou still doesn't know, who is he fighting for life and death in that duel?

This guy seems to have a small and delicate light crossbow by his side, could it be that he really did it?

Zhong Xihou looked at his sword, the chalank-colored sword of the dancing goose.

"Dancing Pheasant, Dancing Pheasant, will the Listening Rain Sword of the Frozen South China Sea go to kill an old dragon crossing the river?" Zhong Xihou had never seen a corpse, and he didn't know what this dead Kang Jinlong would say to him.

Kang Jinlong, Tianluan Thirteen Evils, these people should have been twenty-eight stars, but what this little junior brother found were all the scum of the rivers and lakes in people's mouths.

These people hid their identities and couldn't stop the old feud from coming to find them, and they lost fifteen people, leaving only thirteen people. Although Kang Jinlong is not the head of the thirteen evils, it is also the fifth head, then his ability should not be bad, if it is really to listen to the hand of the rain sword master, then Zhongxi Hou thinks that this Kang Jinlong died unjustly.

That night, Zhongxi Hou did live in the Jinling Palace, and he didn't pay attention to who came and who left the palace on this day.

He slept peacefully for a night in the wing room arranged for him by the King of Jinling, and suddenly the thought still came to his mind, why should he send the red-haired dancing girl back to the inn?

Squeak, Yan Hude climbed in through the window, Zhong Xihou had said him many times, but he couldn't change it.

"Trabecular, how's that?"

Yan Hude put away the pair of wolf claws: "Master Hou, there is one thing that Yan Hude doesn't understand. ”

"Say it. ”

"Zhong Daxia had a competition for a painting among the heroes of the world at that time, does Master Hou know what kind of painting this painting is?"

Zhong Xihou knew about this, but he didn't know everything: "There is such a painting, and this painting is said to have been painted by Emperor Qing." ”

"What kind of thing that determines the rise and fall of life and death?"

Zhong Xihou smiled: "Xiao Liang, do you think this kind of thing is too ridiculous and superstitious?"

Yan Hude didn't answer, he did think so.

"This painting does exist, and the jade pen used to paint this painting is also the jade pen in the hand of the scholar. ”

"What's on the picture?"

"In the midst of the war, the blue-armored general stood in the street, surrounded by corpses. In the bustling capital, three sword-wielding men stand outside the city gates. The demons of hell, the messengers of heaven, the ants of the mortal world······"

"If you say General Han in blue armor, then this thing is really interesting, three sword-wielding people?"

"That's all he told me. ”

"Then does Master Hou know anyone who has seen this painting?"

"Bai Xiaotian, the owner of the Qinglou Building, Zhuge Ding, the Sword Saint Zhuge Ding, the Venerable Yan Xiao, the White Cloud Canggou, the Ghost Snitch, the Xuanming Old Turtle, the Hundred Days Frost Building Hanbing, the Flower Manxi City Zhongnan Yan, the Emperor Yin's generals Jiang Zheng and Fang Zilong, the smiling scholar Shangguan Amateur, the former generation of the Mo family's swordsman Mo Long, the previous generation of the Sword Saint Hei Impermanence······" Zhongxihou thought for a while and shook his head, "There are too many people, I can't remember so many." ”

According to what Hou Ye said, Bai Xiaotian went crazy, Zhuge Ding retired, except for Yan Xiao, who was silent in the past, the other people are no longer alive. ”

Zhong Xihou nodded, Zhong Nanyan could have survived, but his pride killed him.

"Master Hou, if that's the case, will the Impermanence Swordsman also know about this?"

Zhong Xihou shook his head: "There is a difference between black and white impermanence, black impermanence pursues the world, and white impermanence pursues the state of mind. After Hei Wuchang's death, Bai Wuchang changed to an impermanence swordsman, and lived in a simple house in the Dusk Cold Building, afraid that he was a person in the building, and few believed that the elder with the power of the sword saint was really still in the building. Zhong Xihou looked at Yan Hude and chuckled again, "Do you think such a person can hide?"

"Hou Ye's swordsmanship has few opponents, why don't you go and meet this impermanent swordsman?"

Zhong Xihou waved his hand: "No matter how extraordinary the swordsmanship of the Impermanence Swordsman is, their time has long passed, not to mention that this old man has retired, and it shouldn't be the younger generation to disturb him." ”

"Master Hou, Yan Hude really doesn't understand one thing, why would he choose Jinling?"

"The only king with a different surname in Daye, how is he doing as the emperor of the soil, come and see, isn't it?"

Zhongxi Hou sneered and continued: "Xiao Liang, apart from the two capitals in the whole world, who else has a mansion that is better than my Xidi City Lord's Mansion?"

Zhong Xihou looked at Yan Hudeliang, the wolf king who was listed as one of the thirteen people by him, and was really embarrassed to say that except for the city that never sleeps, he has only been to Lincheng in his life. In fact, there is no shame in saying this, but Zhong Xihou always feels that the world he lives in is just a small city that never sleeps, and what he sees is basically yellow sand.

"The old fox is very old, and even if his body is strong, he still doesn't know when he will burp suddenly. One of his two grandchildren is frail and sickly, and the other ······"

"His little prince's name is Yinuo, is he brave or not?" Zhong Xihou paused and continued, "The old fox's brain is easy to use, but also treacherous, he taught this child not to be wise or resourceful, if you want him to give up, he will do his best." ”

Zhong Xihou paused suddenly, he couldn't listen to it, Zhu Yinuo's child was really a little stubborn, and he didn't know how many dead soldiers the old fox had secretly arranged beside this little grandson.

After such a domineering and chic day, how many lives disappeared silently, I don't know if this Zhu Yinuo can know a thing or two.

"Then Master Hou is planning to eat this big steamed bun that can't be stuffed into his stomach?"

Zhong Xihou laughed out loud, and said, "You said, Lincheng is powerful and wealthy, but if there is no master, how can everyone survive?"

"A flock without a sheep is the food in the mouth of a wild wolf, and it will not resist and will not know how to resist. ”

"Xiao Liang, which one do you think is terrible between people, sheep and wolves?"

"Terrible? I'm afraid it's sheep. ”

After all, Yan Hudeliang has too much contact with beasts, and lacks the sensitivity of some people.

There is such a person who is good at hiding qi and cultivating to at least the desolation or the same realm, isn't Xiao Liang Mo never aware of it?

Yan Hu Deliang didn't open his mouth in the end, he met the pair of vertical and horizontal swordsmen again, he knelt on the ground, and they let him go again. If Yan Hude were asked to make up 10,000 reasons, he wouldn't tell you that in addition to reviving Fanbang, he also wanted to live well, twenty or fifty years, and live well.

Zhong Xihou, you are a peerless hero, will you kneel down to people for your life?

Zhong Xihou suddenly stood up straight, he didn't look at Yan Hude, and said to himself: "The wind will rise, and people will not return." ”