Yan Hude was silent when he heard this.

Indeed, in the era when Tieyan Dakhan was the main ruler, how domineering the three countries were, they were completely the overlords of this land.

It's a pity that it's only been a hundred years, and the glory is gone. And thousands of years have passed, and even the people have no homes.

"After all, it is difficult for a reckless man to become arrogant, and the wise thief of the country is Fang Changxing. ”

Yan Hude snorted coldly and asked, "King Wei, you still don't give up?"

"The dragon art is unique, and the Hou Ye really has the talent to reign in the world, but it's a pity that it's ······"

"Sakun's dream is sometimes a joke. Even if he is not called Xihou, what can he do? You really don't understand what Hou Ye wants. ”

King Wei's expression finally changed, she was puzzled, and asked, "Then do you understand what the Hou Ye is thinking?"

Yan Hude also stood up, patted the dust on his buttocks, and said, "Look at that woman, you are a meritorious person." ”

"And what are you going to do?"

"If you have nothing to do, go and help Master Hou take care of someone. ”

Yan Hude In addition to the door, the king was even more puzzled, she didn't care who Yan Hude was going to see and live, he cared about what the Hou Ye thought, was it that cheap maid?

The wind rose, and the hair of the King of Trick was blown by the wind, and most of the side face that was originally covered was also exposed. She was also young, and her appearance as a young lady was not a city, but she was absolutely beautiful and lovely. It's a pity, it's a pity, on this porcelain-like elaborate face, there is a brand of a death row prisoner.

The scar of the iron was struck on the left side of her face, and it was shocking.

Perhaps except for Zhongxi Hou, no one knows what kind of existence her family has in her past.

Everyone has their own story, but unfortunately, in a big story, there are not many protagonists after all, and those small characters, no matter how subtle they are, are only supporting roles after all. Naturally, no one cares.

"When the wind and water rise, the dragon can come out of the abyss. The world will be in chaos, Master Hou, how not to be the king!"

This is the residence of Zhongxi Hou, and no spies dare to approach, and it is precisely because no spies dare to approach that the king dares to sigh like this.

After estimating an hour, in the bamboo forest outside Jinling City, Zhongxihou, dressed in a white robe, sat alone in a simple pavilion.

The bamboo leaves are blown off by the wind, flipped and fallen in the air, or the wind blows them up and flies higher.

Zhong Xihou put the Tingyu Sword on the stone table, leaned against the pavilion pillar and looked at a bamboo leaf that he had been paying attention to for a long time.

The bamboo leaf was estimated to be the size of his little finger, the bamboo leaf was incomplete, it was somewhat damaged at one end, and the bamboo leaf was not all blue, but a little yellow in the middle.

When Zhongxi Hou arrived at the bamboo pavilion, the bamboo leaf had already begun to fall, and as a result, after nearly a quarter of an hour, it was blown up by the wind again and again, and it never fell.

Zhong Xihou couldn't help but strike twice, and his fingertips turned into soft sword qi, wanting to knock this bamboo leaf down. Helpless, about to land, Feng'er is always naughty and doesn't let him succeed.

It's been two shots, but it's only three, and it's not good to make any more moves. He just watched in a daze, but he never saw such a lifeless broken bamboo leaf fall to the ground.

"Whew", with the sound of the wind, something flew quickly from behind.

Zhongxi Hou's head twisted to one side, and the thing landed impartially, just landing on the stone table, standing firmly on the scabbard of the Listening to the Rain Sword.

A jar of wine, a jar of sweet and bitter wine.

Its name, the wine of tears.

"You really have the heart to go to the difficult proprietress to beg for a drink. ”

The person responded: "Xu Qinghe has a request for me, and the reward I ask for is the two jars of wine in your hands and me." ”

The person who came was higher than Zhong Xihou, and he touched about three fingers, and he was dressed in an orange and yellow robe that was loose and allowed the wind to pour in and out. The long hair that is scattered and unruly is already black and white, and the beard on his face is afraid that he is also a person who does not know how to take care of it.

He does look like a hero in the book, traveling the world at will.

But it's strange that his hands, from the palms to the forearms, are as red as blood, and it makes people feel cold and panic down their spines.

He walked into the bamboo pavilion slowly with a pot of wine, sat down at the stone table, looked at the Tingyu Sword on the table, couldn't help but smile, and said: "I knew that you had something else to replace the Dancing Sword, but I never thought that the Tingyu Sword that Hua Shaohong kept was originally for you." ”

"What's the matter? Honghong doesn't give me the sword, is there someone else who is the master?"

The person who came was naturally no one else, and there could not be a second person in the world with such a pair of weird bloody hands. Dozing off on a donkey, calling each other friends with the Mo family's sword master, and forcing the retreat of the phoenix with blood like a song, it is naturally Yanyun riding and riding, Hongmeng's heart.

Most of the rumors of Hongmengxin are just the talk of the Jianghu people before and after dinner, and the argument between truth and falsehood is meaningless. Some people say that he is the second best master of Yanyun riding after nine o'clock smoke and rain, but because he doesn't love fighting, he rides in the position. Some people also say that there are actually eight of the Hongmeng Seven Monsters that Yan Xiao once killed, and the eighth person is Hongmeng Xin.

Some people even say that Hongmeng's heart is the reason why

Hongmeng heart, it is precisely because of him, the respect of Hongmeng, the invincible opponent below heaven and man.

Naturally, no one has verified whether it is true or false, but the blood phoenix that can force back the Hongmeng realm, and the realm suppression at that time, although it was not the Hongmeng realm, ignored the lingering song of the realm when the strong fought when the realm, and the cultivation was unfathomable, and it was also proved that it was eight or nine.

"If you want to take this sword, it doesn't matter if you are lonely, you are afraid that the twelve junior brothers of Lone will go to the ends of the earth and seek revenge. ”

"Oh, listen to the rain sword master, I heard that this kid is a ruthless man who killed his own father, the black impermanence. You would be the brother of such a demon. ”

Listening to why the rain sword master killed Black Impermanence, there is no evidence for a long time, and the reason for this has long been unknown. But the Lord of the Listening Rain Sword did kill Black Impermanence, and he broke the Black Impermanence Listening to the Rain Sword with an unknown cyan long sword.

"There are a few questions about Yan Yunqi, Brother Hongmeng may solve the puzzle?"

"But it doesn't hurt to say that. ”

"Okay, the son is nine o'clock smoke and rain, Mao is your Hongmeng heart, and you is the wolf king under the lonely command. Although the pseudonym comes and goes, but the body can't escape Hui Dong's eyes, it must be the ghost hand Cangfeng, Hai is Ye Weiyang, Ye Weiyang heard that it was just a name, and never followed the instructions. How many other people might explain it one by one?"

When Hongmeng heard this, he turned out to be asking like this, laughed, raised the jar and poured a sip of wine, and wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand. When he drank it, the tears were mellow and the entrance was extremely vigorous. But when the wine flows into the stomach, it is not hot, it is the kind that is indescribable, or it can be called, itchy.

It's a strange feeling.

"Ugly, you've heard the name but haven't been in contact with it, so it's inconvenient for you to tell you if you know it. As for the other people, what can I tell you, the name of Chen is Mr. Badou, and the name of Si is the cold wind, which is naturally the sword from the east that has looked for you to compare swords. ”

When Zhong Xihou heard these two people, he couldn't help but smile, and sucked his five fingers into claws, and sucked the wine fairy drunk on the sword that was pressed on the listening rain sword. I opened the wine seal and took a sip.

Seeing Zhong Xihou like this, Hongmeng couldn't help but feel funny.

"Looks like you're used to it. ”

"Even if she Xu Qinghe is a quirk, since she is in the city that never sleeps, she naturally knows who is the king. ”

"I heard that the fame of the Floating Cloud Swordsman has been looking for Mr. Yato. ”

When Zhongxi Hou heard that Fu Yunzi was looking for Mr. Badou, he couldn't help but feel funny, didn't he want Mr. Badou to admit that he was also a junior genius?

"You once owed a lone favor, and you may pay it back today?"

"Oh, you can't even use the dancing sword?"

"Lone wants you, retire the World Sword Sect for the Mo family!"

When Hongmeng Xin heard that Zhongxi Hou was actually doing this, he couldn't help frowning, and poured a few sips of wine one after another. He put the jar on his lap, opened the subject, and asked, "Who taught you this Nayun hand?"

"Do you recognize this call as Nayun's hand?"

Hongmeng smiled and said, "The white cloud fairy became famous and stunted, how can you not recognize the cloud hand and the wind palm." ”

"Since you know that it is the famous stunt of the White Cloud Fairy, it is difficult not to know that Lonely and Lingering are like songs, and they are brothers in the same sect. ”

"The ruthless senior brother is also willing to pass on such skills to you?"

Zhong Xihou took a sip of the wine in the jar and did not speak.

"Since you asked me about Yan Yunqi, you may tell me about your lord of the Western Land, and what are the thirteen horsemen under the command of Zhongxi Hou?"

"None of the people under the lonely side have reached the Hongmeng realm, isn't it that the seven sons of Hongmeng in the past will also feel that these thirteen people alone will be a threat to Yan Yunqi?"

Although the tone is not high, the ridicule in it is obvious.

"Hehe, the Wind Spirit King was born a god, but unfortunately he has no mind, and it will be difficult to inherit your mantle. Yan Hude has been by my side for many years, thinking that he was a fine son sent by the empire to your city that never sleeps, but I didn't expect this cub to be a two-five boy. The lord of Qingchuan, I heard that this person likes scenery, and it is difficult to achieve great things. However, among the thirteen of you, there are two children that I really like, why don't you send these two to me, and I will give up the king's life and protect the Mo family for you?"

Zhong Xihou naturally understood who the two children in Hongmeng's heart were referring to.

The hand is in the claw, and then the Nayun hand, the ice blue listening to the rain sword on the stone table flies back and holds it in the hand. got up, held a sword in his left hand, and a wine jar in his right hand, and walked in the direction of Jinling City.

"Don't you want to do this kind of business? You Zhongxihou really can't be a businessman. ”

"Gu Zun is the lord of a city, and his business work is taken care of by others. ”

"Zhongxihou, I will send you a word. The general is as fast as the star, and the walker knows the way. Although those two children do not have a climate, they may be your lifesavers in the future. ”

"Then thank Brother Hongmeng for his advice, if Brother Hongmeng has no intention of getting involved in the affairs of the Mo family, then it is better to take Xiao Liang with him well to keep him safe for the rest of his life. ”

Zhongxi Hou walked away in an instant, leaving Hongmengxin alone in the bamboo pavilion. He leaned against the pavilion pillar as Zhong Xihou had done before, looked up at the scenery outside the pavilion, drank wine, and watched the bamboo leaves fall.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, Zhongxi Hou, Zhongxi Hou, the Mo family who doesn't care about the King of Jinling, you are so concerned. self

The favor you owe is so precious, and you use it in exchange for the peace of a man who has a backbone.

You are only suitable to be a city lord, and you will never be a businessman.

suddenly remembered that he entered Hongmeng at the age of twenty-six, and he didn't know how thick the sky was, so he went to the imperial capital to provoke the famous General Han.

Holding in his hand the demonic sword "Evil in the World", which has never been included in the sword spectrum, he thinks that there is no one in the world and no one can be the same way.

General Han was so beautiful at that time, laughing at the masters of the world, the seven swords on his body, commonly used, but the two long swords that were upside down, he remembered that the one on the left was called "Firefly Candle", and the one on the right was called "Breaking the Army".

He was also angry, and forced General Han to open the double sword with blood, but unfortunately, he still ended up with a so-called defeat but glory.

"Hey, Brother Han, Brother Han, if I hadn't used that trick that year, the Laughing Buddha was drunk and lying in the shade of flowers, maybe there would be a chance to win. ”

In the past, the first fierce general of the empire, but now he has fallen into disrepute in the history books, how to make people feel free and worried.

But what?

Hongmengxin raised his left hand, these bloody hands, no matter how many years he watched, he was still not used to it.

Being young and frivolous will always pay a price.

The orange shadow flickered, and the empty and dilapidated bamboo pavilion left only a jar of wine, a jar of sweet and bitter tears wine.

Zhongxihou, who left the bamboo pavilion, shook all the way and drank all the way.

He was also worried, worried that he would not be a good brother, and that he would not be a good city lord.

Come to think of it, the Sword Sect of the World, he is just a martial artist who has cultivated in Hongmeng, how can he drive it away with a sword. Think about it again, why is the Sword Sect in the world struggling with a small sect in the rivers and lakes that does not show the mountains and rivers.

He suddenly threw the jar into the air, grabbed the ice blue rain sword in his hand, and began to dance the sword.

The sword qi was like a wind blowing and filled the bamboo forest path, and the rare Western wine in the jar was also shattered by the sword qi. The wine fell all over the sky, and the fragrance spread for miles.

His father-in-law once took the lead in guarding the border of the empire, and once killed hundreds of people with a sword. It makes the tiger and wolf of Northern Qi dare not cross the thunder pool, how chic.

On the other hand, I am so powerless.

"The wind is dancing, the mirror of the moonlight!"

The eight characters were drunk, and I saw that the ice blue sword bloomed with a strong sword qi visible to the naked eye, and the sword qi was divided into one hundred and eight paths, shooting towards the bamboo forest around the body, and like an arrow off the string, flying into the sky.

The surrounding bamboo forest is also helpless, and it grows end-to-end, but it was ruthlessly cut off by a madman.

The saddest thing was that the three geese flying in the sky were killed by the ruthless sword qi with one blow, and they fell straight down before they had time to scream.

Hearing the heavy objects fall to the ground one after another, Zhong Xihou was like a drunken slender man, and he was sobered up and shivered before he looked back.

This barbarian of the West, who is the lord of a city, saw the wild meat that he had unintentionally knocked down, and he was happy to go over. Zhongxi Hou was silly, and the woman in orange who hadn't appeared for a long time had appeared behind him out of nowhere.

Zhong Xihou did not look back, untied the belt of his robe, and used the scabbard of the Tingyu Sword as a stick, and tied three dead geese.

He asked, "Do you want to give up the dancing sword?"

The corners of the orange-clothed woman's mouth hooked, smiled slightly, and replied: "I'm afraid the meaning of dancing and you is better than that of me, Xiao Xihou, are you tired?"

The woman's last sentence was quite gentle, so that Zhong Xihou didn't know how to answer for a while.

Tired, naturally tired. But no matter how tired you are, how can you talk about it?

"If one day the strong are really invincible, you still give up me, and the fate is over, okay?"

Zhong Xihou naturally wanted to say something bad, but he hesitated for a few moments, and finally silently spit out a word, "good"!

At this point in the book, Zhong Xihou and Zhu Jiannan, good or evil, good or evil.

How to unify the words?

As the saying goes, no one can determine good and evil, and it is up to you to say good and evil.

As a storyteller, how can I not be curious, Yan Xiao's thirteen disciples, eleven Zhongxi Hou, twelve listen to the rain sword master, and thirteen are half-dead or abolished Yingruge.

As the lord of the Western Land, Zhongxi Hou should be the first to take the well-being of millions of people in the city that never sleeps.

However, it was only because of the teacher's words that he shattered the four-character advice of "the west is the marquis".

Originally, he could conspire with the Zhu family in Lincheng, but he repeatedly gave up for a little junior brother who had known each other for less than half a year.

As far as Yingruge is concerned, his people are good. What about the people of the neighboring city, and even the people of the city that never sleeps in his territory, but evil?

A lifetime of practice, no matter the martial arts, no matter the sons of the hundred schools, no matter the people who cultivate immortals, the Taoist heart is the foundation of cultivation. Even if he is a world master who can run rampant for 3,000 miles in the world, if he damages the heart of the Dao again and again, his way can be far?

Or, if you have known each other for many years, like a brother and sister, what can be your state of mind?

In other words, Zhu Jiannan, a person who will not be harvested in the future, does not hesitate to spend reincarnation blessings, does not hesitate to be infamous through the ages, and also wants to get rid of the Mo family where his aunt and cousin are located, and his people are hateful?

Who can determine the two sides of good and evil?

(End of chapter)