Zhu Yinuo didn't hold back, and laughed out loud. Whoever took the name, long and sour.

"It's funny, but you definitely don't know, the laughter of heaven and earth is the laughter of heaven and earth, and the silent tears are silent tears, and you will not know that as long as the two of you say a word, the twin swordsman who ranks second on the Qingfeng list is willing to die for you. ”

Zhu Yinuo didn't understand, and he wouldn't know that Mo Ming already knew these answers.

But Mo Ming still asked: "Heaven and earth are laughing, tears are silent, is it Yi Shui Han swordsman?"

"Hahaha, yes and no. The old prince didn't sell Guan Zi, but continued to explain to the two little grandchildren, "They are not ordinary swordsmen, but one of the three giants of Yi Shui Han, Zonghengzi." ”

Mo Ming seemed to suddenly realize, Zonghengzi, Zonghengzi! smiled slightly.

Zhu Yinuo couldn't understand why this laughter was so weird, but the old prince understood it very well and was pleased. Among his several younger generations, the life of the madman who lost his soul in the past came to an end, and the man who was sick and weak since he was a child and failed to strengthen his body after all was only in the realm of a ranger, and Xiao Moming, who was regarded as a genius since he was a child but was unwilling to set foot in the rivers and lakes, today let out a competitive laugh.

When the old prince heard this, he was very satisfied.

Maybe his little Mo Ming wouldn't understand why he was so excited after knowing that Heaven and Earth were laughing and crying silently was Yi Shuihan's giant, but the old prince knew in his heart that this laughter was exactly the same as the laughter made by his third brother, when his right hand was abolished and left the city.

The vast grassland galloping for a hundred miles will eventually be boring, and people can only be happy when they climb the peak.

"Yinuo, what kind of person do you think your eldest brother is?"

Zhu Yinuo didn't expect it, in the same way, he had forgotten that he had three brothers, and he also forgot that he had called a little brother, a little brother, and a brother.

What kind of person is my brother?

"Is it really a gentleman? The old man has read countless people, how can he be dizzy and set up his son. Yi Shuihan, who ranked second on the list of flowers in the fog, was created by him. ”

"When does it start?"

Zhu Yinuo stood up and asked with a frown.

"From now on, there are seventeen or eighteen years, Ming'er is about six years old, and you are still in your infancy. ”

"He was ······ then"

Mo Ming interrupted Zhu Yinuo's words, Yinuo would not believe that his eldest brother would create such an organization. If it was really at that time, Zhu Yinuo could only babble, Mo Ming was six years old, and Zhu Yiying was twenty-one years old. At the age of twenty-one, what did you do now?

"The body of the man, hey. The old prince sighed, the old prince had also looked for someone who took the soul, after all, the tiger poison did not eat the child, so he didn't do that. Maybe it's because of Zhu Jiannan's sworn eyes, his sentence "I, Zhu Jiannan, will let Zhu Yinuo go down in history, the emperor through the ages", the old prince dispelled that thought, and also doubted whether it was right or wrong, but he was already in this field, where did he care so much.

"Yinuo ······" Mo Ming's eyes signaled, but the kid didn't look at himself, and he was still muttering in a low voice, eighteen years ago, eighteen years ago······

"Regarding Yi Shuihan's matter, the old man didn't participate too much, there are too many, and if you two listen to it, it is better for you two to be in it, so that you can understand it more clearly. ”

Mo Ming coughed, but Zhu Yinuo still didn't react, so he had no choice but to rush at King Jinling: "This matter, Xuan Di should avoid it." ”

The old prince waved his hand, he liked this grandson so much, and how much he hoped that this doll was surnamed Zhu, but because this doll was too smart, gradually, he began to become unfamiliar with this doll, and he was no longer so likable.

Until one day, he was discussing with the man in the study, and his grandson, who was not bad at martial arts but was so sour that he was sour, was covered in blood, limped open the secret door of the study, and he always remembered the surprised expression when he saw himself. Seeing this little grandson kneeling on one knee, he realized that the bitter leaf tea, the little ink tea, and the little Xuandi who plucked his beard when he was a child, he had grown up. Naturally, he could no longer hold this little Xuan Tu in his arms and coax him to sleep.

"Silly boy, is there anything else in the old Zhu family that you can't know?"

Grandpa, grandpa, what a affectionate title this should be, this child also has his own blood in his body, does it matter if his surname is Mo or Zhu?

But on that day, the kid shouted out a title, which was better than a bolt from the blue for the King of Jinling, who had ruled the world for decades.

See the king!

From the mouth of this little grandson, such unfamiliar four words came out, "See the prince"!

"Yi Shuihan was established, because he got acquainted with a group of friends who are good at swords, naturally, if there was no stinky chess basket, there would not be today's Yi Shuihan. ”

"How did Yi Shuihan get it?" Similarly, Zhu Yinuo had hatred in his heart, looking at his grandfather, why did he practice swordsmanship clearly, but he never told himself such a thing?

"Do you know the Sword Saint?"

"Wen Sword Saint Zhuge Ding?"

The old prince smiled and nodded, the sword score was given by Zhuge Ding, which is probably somewhat unacceptable for a while. Wen Jiansheng is the elder of that building, and Yi Shuihan should not have spread it.

"Zhuge Ding is a literati, and he is also a lustful embryo who is greedy for wind and dust. On that occasion, you have neither a fortune nor a martial arts, and one day you will be planted. ”

"So, my brother saved Wen Jiansheng?"

The old prince nodded, he was laughing at this righteous Jianghu man.

When he introduced him to me, he said that he would never believe that the poor old Confucian who was beaten into a pig's head would write Yi Shuihan's sword score, and asked people, the sword trick is extremely exquisite, how to suspect that it is not dry goods. ”

"Wouldn't the people in the Dusk Cold Building be easy to get cold?"

He knows the world's swordsmanship but has no power, he will only instruct others to practice swordsmanship but never teach others, even if it is Bai Xiaotian at that time, he only gave away a set of white frost swordsmanship, and the preciousness of white frost is not as precious as Yi Shui Han Eleven. ”

"So Yi Shuihan is from our old Zhu family?"

The old prince and his little grandson asked and answered, and nodded from time to time, but his eyes never took his eyes off his grandson. He suddenly felt very sorry for this child, and he will never forget the look in his eyes when he knelt down on one knee that day, strange, strange and terrible.

He also asked Zhu Jiannan, why was Mo Ming and his little Xuandi there that day?

Zhu Jiannan just took a sip of tea and said softly, because he was Mo Ming, he Zhu Jiannan, his Zhu Yinuo's brother, and his own brother whose blood was thicker than water.

How to compensate him? It is not fair for him to let Xiao Xuandi bear these things now.

However, this world is not fair.

"Yi Shuihan has three giants, Blood Phoenix, Thunder Bull, and Zonghengzi. ”

"Who is the Blood Phoenix?"

"The old man can only tell you that the Blood Phoenix is a disciple of the previous generation of Sword Saint Black Impermanence. ”

"Then this person is also related to the Dusk Cold Building?"

"The blood phoenix comes and goes without being restrained by Yi Shuihan, and if the swordsmen in the organization want to deal with him, I'm afraid they will have to lose most of them to hurt him. ”

Zhu Yinuo still wanted to ask, Mo Ming stopped him, he should let Yinuo know, this old prince will not hide it from him, he doesn't want him to know, and Yinuo can't know it from his mouth.

"Grandpa, who is Lei Niu?"

Mo Ming's eyelids were beating, and the answer couldn't be clearer, what else did Silly Yinuo ask. Suddenly, Mo Ming thought of something, and he wondered, why did that person hide for so many years?

"Lei Niu, you two are very familiar with each other, it is that Xindunu, Xiao Lei. ”

"The foreign man next to the man?" Zhu Yinuo was stunned.

"People in the cold water make swords, Xiao Lei ······"

"He has a sword that doesn't show easily. Yinuo, you might let him show his sword?"

Zhu Yinuo didn't know how to answer, Xiao Lei was Zhu Jiannan's personal entourage, if he refused to show his sword for Zhu Jiannan, how could he show his sword for himself?

"In addition, the white-clothed swordsman You Lingxi, who is closely related to Ming'er, is also named Yi Shuihan. ”

Zhu Yinuo didn't react, and Mo Ming looked surprised. Zhu Yinuo is meditating, visiting Lingxi, I have heard its name, but I have never seen it.

But how can this Lingxi be related to oneself? Who is this Lingxi?

"Every action related to the Mo family, he will do whatever it takes, and his life will be a mustard. But this person still doesn't know how to control and how to connect, and it's also a joke, a big joke. ”

"In other words, Ming'er is You Lingxi!"

Zhu Yinuo didn't understand the reason, so he looked at Mo Ming on the left and King Jinling on the right.

The old prince nodded happily, he was so satisfied with this doll, but why, if his surname was Zhu and not Mo, how good would it be.

"It's a shame to say, in the past, in order to confirm the talent of this Lingxi, he also deliberately put Ming'er in danger, and sure enough, the gloom fell from the sky, and the white light was dazzling. ”

"Immortal?"

The old prince nodded, obviously even he himself couldn't believe it at that time, such a non-human and non-demon was unbeatable in Yi Shui Han.

Jian Nan once did a small experiment, this You Lingxi showed its ability, except for the blood phoenix who rarely showed up and the disdainful Zonghengzi, even the thunder cow was once abolished in the cold water.

"Grandpa, I have one more question, I, how do I command them?"

Back to Yingruge's side, Qin Yue'er handed a sandalwood box to Yingruge, and Yingruge opened it, and there was a string of Buddhist beads inside, counted, a total of twenty-seven.

"These twenty-seven sages were found for you by Big Brother Du. ”

"This dead fat man, is he afraid that I will really kill him, and he will not dare to show his face. What twenty-seven sages?"

"Those who follow the faith, those who follow the Dharma, those who believe in understanding, those who see the truth, those who are upright, those who are in the family, those who are in the same place, those who are in the right place, those who are in the family, those who are in the same direction, those who pre-flow the fruits, those who come in the first direction, those who come to the fruition, those who do not return the fruits, those who do not return the fruits, those who are in the middle of the same, those who are like births, those who have the same actions, those who do not act, those who are like those who are upper-class, those who are upright, those who are in the right place, those who are in the family, those who are in the right place, those who are in the same way, those who are like those who are in the same way, those who are like those who are in the same ”

What Ying Ruge cared about was not the twenty-seven sages, what he cared about was Qin Yue'er's serious face, and his brows frowned slightly, and he was serious and angry.

Qin Yue'er said one by one that among these twenty-seven sages, there is a Hinayana patriarchal teaching, and the creation is in the individual. Ying Ruge smiled, supported her temples with her fists, and looked at Qin Yue'er quietly. He didn't care about the content and the ethereal things, but suddenly felt that Yue'er was so beautiful.

"I can count on finding you, a tattered monk. Qin Yue'er looked up, and the black-faced swordsman in white was standing at the head of the wall, facing them. The moment he turned around, Ying Ruge had already covered his face with ghost-faced fangs.

"Zhongxi Hou. ”

"Why don't you two know what this is, let me look at the signboard, oh, there is a wine fairy drunk is the property of the city that never sleeps. ”

"So what are you going to do?"

Qin Yue'er frowned, although there were wine immortals who were drunk in Jinling for only a few years, but the Dusk Hanlou had also observed for a long time and there was nothing unusual, and she would never have thought that it would have anything to do with the city that never sleeps.

"I heard Yan Xiao say that the lonely junior brother Ruge was the only disciple of the white cloud dog before entering the Qinglou, so now, can you still remember what kind of sword the white cloud sword is?"

"The city lord wants to know which of Bai Yun and Zhong Nanyan's swords is sharper?"

"Little junior brother, how many tricks do you want to do with the senior brother?"

"How do you know I've got a good sword these days? Yingruge untied his burden and showed the sword, and pulled it out, the sword was rusty.

Zhong Xihou did not admire, but frowned, quite disgusted.

"Although this sword has an unparalleled domineering spirit, at the same time, the resentment is too deep, and it will eventually devour the lord. ”

"Can you see the sword?"

The dissatisfaction of this Western City Lord with the Rusty Sword was not because the rust was stained and there was no edge, but because it was too domineering and too heavy.

"Do you know who uses this dragon yao?"

Ying Ruge was stunned, and then looked at the sword in his hand, this sword was rusty and very ordinary, but this Zhongxi Hou knew the sword in his hand. Although there were many doubts about the things in the broken temple that day, since it was a sword, he didn't think much about it.

"My father-in-law Tonggu said that there are ten famous swords in the world, and among them is this Long Yao. If it were someone else, I am afraid that this is a rusty sword, but if it were you, I would not be stupid enough to use a rusty sword to compete with Lonely. ”

Lingering Ruge didn't speak, his power poured into the sword, and the sword flashed with golden light. Zhong Xihou also drew his sword and pulled out his dancing sword, he wanted to know that Yan Xiao had taken a fancy to him, and he used the sword in his hand to know.

Zhong Xihou jumped up, held the sword in his hand, and swung it violently, a bland and impermanent sword, but it was merciless.

Lingering Ruge went to block the side sword, the sword qi rushed to his face, and the rust stains of the rusty sword in his hand peeled off a lot.

Haunting Ruge's body spun around, and a sword stabbed out.

"Baiyun's sword has never been seen or heard, if your thorn can be pointed upwards, it should be better. ”

Ying Ruge fell to the ground, he didn't stab Zhong Xihou, he carefully looked at the dancing sword in Zhong Xihou's hand, the sword in his hand did not have a blood trough. A swordsman with extraordinary swordsmanship holds a sword without a blood channel, which is even more frightening, and a sword without a blood channel is also difficult to use, for people who want to kill people with a sword, a sword without a blood groove is bound to add a little more crisis to themselves.

He looked at Long Yao in his hand again, Long Yao was a dragon-shaped blood channel, just thinking about the scene when a sword went deep and drew the sword to see red, he shuddered.

He could tell that the sword was made of black iron, and whether there was lead smeared on the outside of the black iron could only be understood after the sword drank blood.

Zhong Xihou swung his sword upwards violently, the sound of the sword cutting through the air was like a dragon's roar, "Flying Dragon Patrolling the Eight Desolations", the sword qi was mixed in the wind, and the head of the lingering song was raised, and the black wood mask continued to make a "bang bang" sound, where the face armor did not cover, there were fine lines, the skin was painful, and the blood slowly oozed out with the broken hair.

Zhong Xihou's eyes changed, no longer as cynical as before, but like a lone wolf in the desert, fierce and profound, and heard his voice say in a low voice: "Okay, today I will teach Gu to see what kind of face you have under this mask!"

The sword flashed, but the sound of breaking the wind was like the whisper of the Buddha. "The Laughing Buddha is drunk and lying in the shade of flowers", the white cloud swordsmanship that has not been used for many years, is it still sharp, or it has long been covered with ashes, a sword here, after all, the result is fully revealed.

Qin Yue'er couldn't help but exclaim, "Don't!", but it was difficult to collect the quick sword shot.

The west lord travels to the east, and meets the flower monk. The monk said: The Buddha has no eyes and is clear. The monk said: There is no saint in the world, and if he comes, he will also roar as a lion.

- "Xicheng Chronicles-Zhongxihou"