Yingruge immersed his whole body in warm water sprinkled with flower petals, and he wanted to eliminate the smell from his body, the smell that came out of his blood.

"Are you really going?"

"You've heard of it, the soldier is cold and fearless, the amorous swordsman is ruthless, this Mo Yu sword is known as an amorous sword, don't you think it's funny. ”

"Are you going to see that amorous sword or are you going to see that ruthless man?"

Ying Ruge also immersed the black wood mask armor in the water, since it has been known to the people in the rivers and lakes, Linghu Changkong wants to marry the Qin Palace Master of the Twilight Cold Building's New Year Prayer Palace, what is the use of this armor?

"Yue'er, did the fat man leave you a spare dough-skin?"

The Moon Maiden took out a leather mask from a box, and this skin was made of real human skin, and it was made of the skin on the back of the human waist. Every time she uses this kind of thing, she has to wash it thoroughly, wash away the resentment on this skin, and wash away the smell of dead people on this skin.

He dried himself, put on the tattered monk's clothes, and sat upright in front of the vanity mirror, while the moon girl combed his hair.

"You look alike. ”

Look at yourself in the mirror as if it's not yourself. A person is most familiar with his own face, and the most indescribable feature is also his own face. The face that lingered like a song, he remembered the size of his eyes and the height of the bridge of his nose, but he loved and hated this face.

"It's like, but Miss Girl, I'm afraid I like a talented son like him, right?"

Qin Yue'er's hand was close to the face of Yingruge: "Nonsense, I like you like this, in my opinion, there is no difference between those scholars and girls······"

Qin Yue'er suddenly felt as if she had said something wrong, and was about to add, but the tattered monk suddenly stood up, hugged her waist, and kissed her on the lips.

Qin Yue'er didn't resist, but hooked her man's neck with both hands.

For such a beautiful girl, it is not Yanagi Megumi who can sit still, but the eunuchs in the palace. Ying Ruge's hand went up from her waist and pressed on Qin Yue'er's chest, Qin Yue'er was like an electric shock, her instinctive teeth closed, and she bit her tongue that was lingering like a song.

Haunting Ruge's body retreated, sticking out her tongue, so funny.

"I promise you, I will definitely marry the media, and carry the sedan chair eight times. Ying Ruge's eyes rolled, and he added, "First go to propose, and then find eight heroic grandmasters in the eyes of people to carry the sedan chair." ”

Qin Yue'er was stunned, "poof", and laughed.

He sat him down again, and carefully put on the human-skin mask for him, and smeared his face with rouge so that the mask could not be recognized from the haunting face. A few strands of hair were dyed white, and a scar was carved into the face, a scar that ran from the corner of the eye down to the corner of the mouth.

"Destroying the sword master, making the fox sky, well, it's quite a thing. Qin Yue'er's slender fingers slowly stroked the hero scar that was difficult to distinguish between true and false, four years ago, Linghu Changkong challenged the White Crane Daoist, and the two Yi swords of the White Crane Daoist were broken.

It was also that battle that made the fox Changkong defeat the White Crane Taoist in a quarter of an hour, so he became famous, and the White Crane Taoist also promised to present the Guanli Gongbao, the thin sword with the same name as the Taoist, the White Crane.

Speaking of which, the sword was really beautiful, the hilt was no more than two fingers thick, the hilt was pitch black, and the blade was as white as a crane feather. There was a hole in the tail of the sword, and in the hole was a coral bead the size of a thumb nail, and I don't know how the bead was placed, and it didn't go next to each other, as if it was floating in the hole.

The hilt of the sword is engraved with feather lines, which feels quite good in the hand, and it is not easy to get off because of sweating.

The body of the sword is quite interesting, the color of the feathers, engraved with words the size of small fingernails, is actually the Tao Te Ching, and this scripture is also interesting, black in the moonlight, white in the daylight. On the whole, it really looks like a crane.

Every time Linghu Changkong appears, it means that there are swordsmanship masters who will be defeated. Maybe it's a stick of incense, maybe it's ten moves, which makes the fox Changkong knock down or break the sword in the hand of the person who wields the sword.

But why is there no rumor on the rivers and lakes so far, at that time, it was often a moonless night when the sky and the earth were cloudy.

On this day, it got dark very quickly in Jinling, and when Zhongxi Hou took a nap, he woke up only to hear the watchman shouting the third watch. Yan Hude prepared clothes for him, the clothes were still white, the difference was that the sleeves of this dress were open, and the wide sleeves of the clothes would pour in when the beating wind would pour in.

"Master Hou, why do you have to call that person who will die. ”

Zhong Xihou tied up his loose hair with a ribbon, the kind of long ponytail.

"Which shoes?"

"It doesn't matter, this clothes, you can't move too much, just be comfortable to wear. Xiao Liang, who is rumored to be an immortal person, will become a person who will die when he reaches your mouth. ”

"Everyone will die, and so is Master Hou, how can this person be an immortal?"

"It's not that a person can't die, it's that he doesn't die easily. What's more, he is a person who cultivates immortals, and his lifespan is not better than that of ordinary people, and if he dies, I am afraid it will take a hundred decades. ”

"In this way, isn't what those princes and nobles want most is this kind of immortal cultivation technique?"

"Xiao Liang, cultivating immortals is different from cultivating the Tao. Cultivating immortals depends on whether you have immortal roots, and the road to cultivating immortals is not something that ordinary people can bear. ”

"Then Hou Ye doesn't have an immortal root?"

"Cultivating immortals is of little use to me, I don't seek longevity or becoming immortals. With and without immortal roots, I have cultivated immortal arts and thought that I can enjoy the world, but there are too many restrictions, but it is just a rare bird that has been replaced by a larger cage, and it is no harm to me. ”

Zhong Xihou was suddenly stunned, paused for a moment, and continued.

"Don't say more, Xiao Liang, can you come with me to see the amorous sword?"

Yan Hude shook his head: "There is also a person surnamed Liang in this Lincheng. ”

"Actually, since they are all surnamed Liang, why don't you help me check Liang Boyu by the way?"

"I'm afraid that Yan Hude will go against the will of the Hou Ye. ”

Zhong Xihou sighed, hey.

There are as many brave and invincible warriors as there are in the city that never sleeps, and what is less is the generals who use soldiers like gods. Why don't you enlighten you, you down-and-out prince?

The Forbidden City of Jinling came a lot of people on this day, the king of Jinling and Zhu Jiannan, several sons-in-law and a few grandsons, and the rest are some civil and military generals and businessmen and tycoons.

Seeing Zhongxi Hou enter the hall of the Lin De Palace, Mo Ming stood up and smiled, holding a unique wooden fan in his hand like all literati. Zhong Xihou sometimes wants to ask for advice from Mo Ming, that is, many literati have a compulsory course, how to make a fan.

That kind of "pop", the fan opens, and "snaps", the fan closes, sometimes looking over, in fact, it is really a little chic.

The middle-aged man sitting beside Mo Ming was dressed like Mo Ming, kneeling on the straw mat with his eyes closed and silent, his brows furrowed slightly, and his hands inserted into his sleeves. On the table in front of him was a sword, which was no more than two feet seven or eight inches in its sheath, and its whole body was as black as ink, and the scabbard was engraved with gilt.

Zhong Xihou returned the salute, looked back, and frowned, strange, why hasn't the little junior brother arrived yet?

"Is there still a guest who has not yet arrived?" Zhu Jiannan walked out at some point, Zhong Xihou looked at the throne that was still empty, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, this Zhu Jiannan did have a bit of a master's appearance.

"I invited a friend to come over, this friend has no other hobbies, and he is quite interested in the world's famous swords. ”

After the words fell, Zhong Xihou looked at the two-foot-seven-eight-inch Mo Yu sword again.

Mo Ming's eyebrows raised slightly, as if he knew who was coming. Looking at his father again, the Mo family's sword-bearer still closed his eyes and calmed his nerves, silent, and did not move. Mo Ming didn't have too much courtesy to restrain him, reached out and held Mo Yu's sword, and also unceremoniously held the sword in both hands and handed it to Zhong Xihou.

Zhong Xihou looked at the Mo family's sword master again, still sitting still, and unceremoniously, grabbing Mo Yu's sword.

The sword was drawn out of the sheath, and a dragon chant came out of the abyss, and in an instant, white light exploded in this hall, and everyone's eyes shot at the famous sword in Zhongxihou's hand.

Zhong Xihou frowned slightly, this sword is really, really, really, special.

The blade of the sword is not as deep as ink as rumored, but also the general silver bright color, and it is cold and cold. But this is also a blunt sword, just like the empty Wu Qingzhi, it is a blunt sword. The double blade is not opened, the head is as flat as a ruler, and people say that the sword has a sharp edge, and the stab slashes people's lives. The king of a hundred soldiers, but he was born to kill, and he is the most angry for a hundred soldiers.

But this sword?

It's not so much a sword as a ruler with a hilt and a scabbard. Look at the gilt inscription on the sword again: Wu Wei.

Zhong Xihou did not dance, the white blade returned to the sheath, and the sword was also returned with both hands.

Soon, the little prince of Jinling, Zhu Yinuo was wearing a white python robe, and the double dragon sword hung from his waist was heroic. He came in with a tattered monk's robe, uncombed, and wrapped in a round stick that was less than four feet long.

Zhu Yinuo saw that Zhong Xihou was also there, and did not give a good face, ignoring the city lord of the Western Land, and leading the monk to introduce the knight to his cousin and uncle, but unexpectedly, this annoying Xidi reckless man opened his mouth first.

"Brother Changkong, why is it so late at this time?"

Zhu Yinuo was stunned, looked at Zhongxihou, then at the monk-clothed ranger, and asked, "You two know each other?"

The monk-robed ranger nodded slightly, and Zhu Yinuo obviously lost any interest.

"I thought you were stopped outside the Forbidden City as a person asking for food, but I didn't expect you to come in with the little prince. ”

The monk-clothed ranger clasped his fists in both hands and saluted to Zhongxi Hou: "I lost the golden post given by the Hou Ye, and it did take some effort to come in, thanks to the little prince." ”

Zhu Yinuo was also reluctant to pay attention to Zhongxihou, and he was not very willing to accept the gratitude of the monk-clothed ranger. Instead, he pulled Mo Ming back to his seat, and chattered like a sparrow, which probably meant that the sword intent exuded by this monk-clothed ranger just now must be two poles, even the realm of the ancestors. He asked Mo Ming even more in a whisper, whether it was true or false that he said in front of his grandfather that day that he had a two-pole realm in martial arts cultivation.

Mo Ming smiled and said nothing, which made Zhu Yinuo very uncomfortable.

Suddenly, Zhu Yinuo's mind was crooked, and he asked Mo Ming another question, which means that what realm is Mo Ming's martial arts now, and then his uncle's realm?

"Brother Changkong, haven't you introduced yourself to the little prince?"

The monk-clothed ranger is naturally not someone else, it is the lingering song wearing a human-skin mask, or rather, it should be said that the fox is in the sky.

"It's rude and rude, the reckless man makes the fox go into the sky, I've seen the prince, the marquis, and everyone. ”

Zhu Yinuo's eyes widened, what, Linghu Changkong? turned his head to look at Mo Ming again, Mo Ming was silent, just smiled slightly, and nodded again.

"Wow, Mo Ming, he's the Sword Destroyer?"

Zhu Yinuo took a closer look, and suddenly felt that this monk-clothed ranger was indeed not so ordinary, and it was indeed everyone's demeanor, no, it was the style of a grandmaster. Zhu Yinuo's eyes rolled, and he approached Mo Ming and bit his ears.

"Mo Ming, isn't he ······ here?"

Mo Ming still nodded, Zhu Yinuo still asked, Mo Ming didn't give him a chance, just said lightly: "Probably, four or fifty." ”

Zhu Yinuo was obviously a little deflated, and looked at his uncle who was still meditating with his eyes closed, Mo Ming still didn't give him a chance to speak, and still said softly and lightly: "Father is afraid that he won't be able to use the sword." ”

Zhu Yinuo was thinking about how to make Linghu Changkong and Mo Ming avoid a fight, but this damn Zhongxi Hou spoke.

"Brother Changkong's preferences are afraid that everyone knows, and when it comes to swordsmanship masters, Changkong thinks that Mo Yu's sword is powerful, or Wu Yu's sword skills are superior. ”

Zhong Xihou glanced at Linghu Changkong, did he say this to himself or to the people of the Zhu family and the Mo family?

"The king of the dancing sword is the sword, but the anger is too heavy, and the Mo Yu sword is respected as the unparalleled love sword in the world, which is neither of the same kind, but it cannot be discussed. It's just that people are affectionate, and the sword is ruthless, but Mo Yujian is praised as an amorous sword, I really don't know where Mo Yujian's love is in which place?"

"Why don't you get into a fight with your uncle in a while?"

Zhu Yinuo suddenly spoke, and Mo Ming had to press the door of his head and sigh slightly and shake his head. Zhu Jiannan couldn't help but feel funny, this stupid brother, since Linghu Changkong is here, he is still with Zhong Xihou all the way, isn't the purpose more obvious?

forcibly reversed the topic and asked: "Linghu Daxia's understanding of swords is afraid that few people can compare, Xiao Wang has also fought in vain in the sword rivers and lakes, but this body, don't say it." Xiao Wang is curious, there are so many famous swords in the world, and which ones are ranked in the top ten? The great sages know everything and have always been reluctant to rank the sword spectrum, so that Ling Fox Daxia may list the top ten famous swords, so that Xiao Wang can wish. ”

"In the words of the family, the little prince doesn't have to be too serious, the Seven Immortals Bo Cicada Sword, Long Yao, Liufang, Splash Dust, July Flowing Fire, Mo Yu, Dancing Pheasant, Seven Stars, No Hate, Liangyi. ”

Linghu Changkong looked at Zhong Xihou, and then looked at Mo Ming, the two looked at each other, the other party smiled gently, held a fan and saluted, and Linghu Changkong also smiled and returned the salute.