"Jai?"

Hearing this nickname, Zhu Jiannan couldn't help but feel a little frightened and afraid.

He guessed who the handsome black-robed guest in front of him was, and when he heard that he was missing and missing, he could think of this person's ancestors, each generation would travel at a similar age and not return.

Zhu Jiannan still couldn't believe that this handsome black-robed guest was really the person he guessed.

The black-robed guest looked at Zhu Jiannan, although his eyes were cold, but he couldn't see the slightest killing intent. It is also for this reason that although Zhu Jiannan is afraid of this person, he shows more respect for this person.

He straightened up, then bowed. His gesture was also a little different from the usual, and he saw that his left hand was holding his right hand, arching his eyebrows, and then bowing. That is not humility, but more of a deception.

In the past twenty years or nearly thirty years, the black-robed guest has not had much contact with His Royal Highness the Prince, and he is not even half as good as the little demon king Zhu Yinuo. He also had great expectations for His Royal Highness the prince, and he did not hesitate to let his only son do things for him, kill people for him, and go against his heart for him.

But people's hearts are separated from their stomachs, even so, in the end, they still missee His Royal Highness the prince.

As the saying goes, people don't kill for themselves.

But for people like the black-robed guest, more often than not, the heavens and the earth are destroyed, and it is not terrible.

The black-robed guest opened his mouth again, and he asked, "Qi'er, why are you so murderous?"

Among the guards around Zhu Jiannan, there were many great masters who had stepped into the Flood Wilderness Realm, but somehow, these just looked at the black-robed guest, their underwear was already soaked in cold sweat, and the hand holding the blade couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Are these people afraid of death?

The dead are also afraid of death, not to mention that these people are just guards on duty in the Forbidden City of Jinling. More often than not, even if you are afraid, even if you know, you still have to bite the bullet.

Zhu Yanan patted the shoulder of the guard on his left with his hand, his eyes were gentle, signaling that he didn't need to panic. When the guard saw His Royal Highness the Prince's eyes, his fear suddenly decreased by eight points, and his body straightened and protected the left front side of His Royal Highness.

Zhu Jiannan put his hands on his waist, his body was also straight, he tilted his head slightly, and replied: "Because Jiannan's surname is Zhu, because there are 170 million people in this city." ”

For Zhu Jiannan's return, the black-robed guest didn't think it was an excuse. When Qi'er was young, he had already seen the difference between Qi'er and Ying'er, compared to Ying'er, for the hereditary replacement of the Zhu family, he hoped in his heart that this Qi'er would be on the throne.

But God does not fulfill people's wishes, even if his beloved wife gives this nephew such a nickname as Qi'er, not to mention that he can live to sixty as he wishes, and whether he can survive and stand, I don't know.

If it weren't for the fact that he knew that the worldly days were coming to an end, and he didn't want to spend the strength of the Mo family, he had to sell his favor and ask the bloody monster Hongmengxin of Yan Yunqi to help.

Whether it was him or Hongmeng's heart, he thought that this catastrophe would only be a few points more difficult than Hongmeng's second and third times, at most twice as much. Who would have expected that this time, not to mention himself, he almost caused Hongmeng to accompany himself to become a wronged ghost.

Or the ancestors are blessed by Yin De, there is no danger, and go further. But this step out of the world, all the world, has nothing to do with me.

Perhaps hundreds of years later, thousands of years later, this black-robed guest will no longer meddle in the world, cut off his lust, and abandon his worries about whether future generations will be a blessing or a curse.

Even if it would be like that, it would be many years after the vicissitudes of life, and now his is just the Mo family who gave up his mortal identity.

Seeing that the black-robed guest was silent for a long time, Zhu Jiannan spoke first and asked, "Will you come back?"

The black-robed guest understood what Zhu Jiannan meant, so he didn't say anything, but just shook his head slightly.

Zhu Jiannan asked again: "Then, you can take me with you?"

The black-robed guest saw the light in his nephew's eyes and said that he was not touched, which was a lie. But he couldn't take him away, even if he took him away and went to another world, Zhu Jiannan's fate was only worse than death.

Zhu Jiannan's eyes showed disappointment, perhaps this was also the last time he had no illusions about immortality, and he was willing to accept this unfair fate. He started laughing, laughing wildly, but that way of laughing confused his breath. He began to vomit blood, covered his mouth with his hands, blood flowed from his fingers, and covered his mouth with a silk scarf, which soaked through the silk scarf.

Hearing Zhu Jiannan's coughing and vomiting blood, Lei Niu rushed out of the house, and when he crossed the threshold and was about to pass the black-robed guest, he couldn't take another step forward.

The black-robed guest stretched out his left arm to the side and stopped him, and Lei Niu's feet seemed to weigh tens of millions of catties, making him unable to lift his feet again.

Who said that this Xin Du Nu has no emotion, the way he looked at Zhu Jiannan at the moment had already proved everything.

"Let go of me!"

King Kong roared, shaking people's eardrums. But the black-robed guest just looked back, and actually made this bull-like Xindu warrior sit on the ground when he landed.

When the guards saw such a scene, they lost their strength to hold the blade, and the blade clanged to the ground. Then the guards went limp, and they sat down on the ground like thunder bulls. There are even people who already have tears in the corners of their eyes, just because he doesn't want to die.

"Qi'er, if I kill you now, will Lincheng be in chaos?"

Zhu Jiannan sat back on the Taishi chair, and his whole body sank into the chair, constantly calming his breath. I felt like I could speak, and I took a few deep breaths to make myself a little more comfortable before I spoke.

"There will be no chaos in the city, my grandfather is still there. Zhu Jiannan coughed a few more times, fortunately no blood spurted out of his mouth this time, he stroked his chest again, smoothed his breath, and continued, "Grandfather is gone, and there is no Jinling City." ”

"Yinuo is still there. ”

Hearing the words of the black-robed guest, Zhu Jiannan smiled slightly, but then shook his head and said: "Yinuo is just Yinuo after all, his surname is Zhu, but he is not Yinuo, he is Yinuo." ”

When the black-robed guest heard this, he couldn't help but shake his head slightly, sighed, and said, "If you understand why Yinuo is Yinuo, you should understand why your grandfather never forced him to study or participate in politics. ”

Zhu Jiannan pondered, his eyes showed incomprehension, he was indeed curious why the younger brother called Yinuo instead of Zhinuo. Maybe ordinary people take a name, but there are many titles, but how can the family casually add words to the names of their children and grandchildren.

"As you think, I won't kill you. It's just that you shouldn't have killed Uncle Jian. ”

Zhu Jiannan understood the feelings of the black-robed guest towards Jian Lao, he smiled, his originally handsome face was sickly white, and the corners of his mouth and teeth were full of blood, looking like this, there was a bit of a gloomy dead man's atmosphere.

"Because he's here to kill me. ”

The black-robed guest shook his head and said, "He originally went to kill Zhong Xihou, because Zhong Xihou gave him a reason to kill him. He also came to ask you for this reason, but you didn't give it to him. ”

Zhu Jiannan is not a stupid person, he is smart, if his intelligence is also the same as martial arts, then he is the intelligence of Hongmeng Realm. But smart people tend to be arrogant, even if they are humble.

If the Mo family kills Zhongxi Hou, the alliance between Lincheng and Sleepless City will automatically collapse, and then repair it, and time will naturally delay the plan of the three princes. What answer did Zhong Xihou give to Jian Lao, and Jian Lao didn't make a move against Zhong Xihou? Similarly, why did Jian Lao think that he could kill Zhong Xihou?

In the same way, what answer do you want to give to Jian Lao? Jian Lao, didn't he still lose to Lei Niu?

Zhu Jiannan thought of the answer, and finally his eyes were fierce, his teeth were gritted, and he said, "If you don't kill me today, I will still find a way to kill Brother Ming." ”

When the black-robed guest heard this, he actually laughed, not a mocking laugh, but a laugh from the bottom of his heart.

Zhu Jiannan didn't understand why the black-robed guest was still laughing when he said it like this.

"So, you always think that Ming'er is your younger brother. ”

Zhu Jiannan was stunned, yes, he wanted to kill Mo Ming, and even asked the black-necked crane to invite all kinds of people in various ways, but why did the words come to his lips, and it turned out to be Brother Ming.

Even if he said Mo Xuandi, it would be fine.

"My husband is ignorant, because I don't know. ”

When the words fell, the black-robed guest didn't say much. He walked into the house, and the two doors closed automatically. When he walked into the house, Lei Niu could also move, he ran to Zhu Yannan's side, observed carefully, and confirmed that under the circumstances, he just had a bitter face.

Zhu Yanan waved his hand, just smiling.

Just as Zhu Jiannan or Lei Niu was about to say something, the house began to catch fire, and the fire was so rapid that it was impossible to find anyone to extinguish it.

The organic spirit guards immediately ran away to find someone to kill.

The fire lasted very short, but in half an hour, the fire was extinguished, and the whole house was in ruins. Strangely, the other room, which was only a dozen paces away, was untouched. Not to mention the other room more than a dozen steps away, even where Zhu Jiannan and the others were originally standing, the stone slab is still clean, and the big trees outside are still lush green.

The fire seemed to have been deliberately controlled, and the technique was excellent, just to burn down such a room. Bean Book City

A quarter of an hour after the fire was extinguished, Zhu Jiannan went to the place where the old dragon king drank tea and chatted with Yanbo. The strange thing is that Yan Bo is not here today, and there is another person who accompanies the old dragon king, this person's surname is Li, and he is about fifty or so round.

Seeing Zhu Jiannan knocking on the door and getting the permission of the old dragon king to come in, this guest surnamed Li was busy kneeling and bowing to the master and servant. Zhu Jiannan ignored it and sat down on the side of the tea table, and the guest surnamed Li also got up and sat back in his place.

It was the old dragon king who opened his mouth first, and he asked, "Nan, is it the sword old man you killed?"

After such a long time, the old dragon king who should know naturally knew it, so he looked at Zhu Jiannan and waited for his grandson's answer.

Zhu Jiannan nodded and replied, "Jian Lao, you're here to kill me." ”

The old dragon king didn't seem surprised by this answer, his right hand touched the unicorn head on the seat handle, and asked, "You may not know what method the old sword is practicing." ”

Zhu Jiannan doesn't practice martial arts, so he doesn't care about what method or what method. He looked at Lei Niu, and Lei Niu replied, "Mo Yu." ”

Zhu Jiannan's brows furrowed slightly, what the old sword master practiced was also Mo Yu swordsmanship? But isn't Mo Yu's swordsmanship a single lineage of the Mo family's sword masters? Even if outsiders want to learn it secretly and don't understand the mysteries, even if they are lucky enough to get the sword spectrum, it is useless.

"Who is the sword elder, you don't have to dig deeper, he dies when he dies. And I ask you, are you going to keep doing it?"

Zhu Jiannan understood what his grandfather was asking, he did not hesitate, but nodded firmly, and replied: "Then do you understand, why did you go to the area of Moxian to encircle and suppress, and why did Xiao Yanzi order Yun Liu'er to lead the guards to Moxian? How did Yan Yunqi enter my city? It is really unwise to seek skin with the tiger." ”

Zhu Jiannan sneered, even in the face of the black-robed guest, he never had a weak heart, but once the person opposite was his grandfather, he often didn't know how to speak. These days, this feeling is especially strong.

Zhu Jiannan forgot that this kind of transformation all started when Mo Ming left Jinling.

Zhu Jiannan looked at Keqing surnamed Li and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

When Keqing surnamed Li heard His Royal Highness the Prince ask like this, he couldn't help but sweat from his sideburns, and handed over a letter tremblingly.

Zhu Jiannan opened the letter and saw the contents of it, and couldn't help but look angry.

The letter reads, "If the son is not filial, it is difficult to serve the second elder for many years." The son is disloyal, does not obey the king's orders, and does not kill Xuandi. Don't be unrighteous anymore, Xuandi is a great talent······"

Don't look any further, the first few sentences already speak for themselves.

Zhu Jiannan did issue an order in Yi Shui Han and killed Mo Ming. He naturally knew that Li Ganghong also knew this order, because Li Ganghong's surname was Li, so he didn't worry about whether Li Ganghong would inform Mo Ming of this order.

Zhu Jiannan stared at Keqing surnamed Li fiercely and asked, "What else?"

Keqing, surnamed Li, immediately got up from the chair, then fell to the ground, his voice trembled, and replied: "Ganghong, he, he hurt Mr. Badou." ”

He wanted to pretend not to know these things, but what kind of person King Jinling was, sooner or later he would know. If King Jinling knew that it was because his son Li Ganghong stopped Mr. Badou and ruined His Royal Highness's plan, what would happen to him?

Without waiting for Zhu Jiannan to ask again, the old dragon king opened his mouth first and listened to him: "You get up and sit down." Dahong, this kid is very fond of this king, he can be a courtier, and the most important thing is loyalty. What do you think the king should do?"

The surname Li Keqing did not get up, his forehead was pressed against the floor, and the eyes that the two people could not see were actually tears. But his voice can't be crying, because he is not only Li Ganghong's biological father, but also the current head of the Li family.

He didn't dare to hesitate, because in addition to Li Ganghong, there were also Li Pinghong and Li Yunhong.

Listening to this Keqing surnamed Li's firm voice, he said: "Treat it as a traitor to the city, and kill it!"

When the old dragon king heard this, he laughed, clapped his hands, and then said, "Okay, then that's it, Yunhong's kid's cultivation is not bad, so let him go." ”

Hearing this, Keqing's heart surnamed Li seemed to be stabbed one after another with a bayonet.

This Keqing, surnamed Li, still did not hesitate, his voice was steady, and he spit out a word: "Oh!"

After Keqing surnamed Li left, the old dragon king asked Zhu Jiannan about the black-robed guest.

"He, succeeded?"

The old dragon king's tone was quite complicated, with pride, gratification, regret, and even a hint of fear.

Zhu Jiannan nodded and asked, "Are the people of the Mo family really chosen by heaven?"

The old dragon king shook his head and said, "I can't tell you how it is. The things that can be clear in the words left by the ancestors are also limited, and the meaning is about to touch, the five ancestors of Dragon, Hua, Zhu, Mo, and Leng may be counted as the upstream Dragon Clan. ”

"You Long Clan?"

It was the first time Zhu Jiannan had heard this surname, and his grandfather ranked him on the same level as the others, and he was also a great figure.

The old dragon king nodded and continued: "If there is an accident after the You Long Clan, there is no need to mention it. Leng Gongzi Wushuang has no descendants, and the little sword saint in the twilight building just happens to have the same surname as him, you don't have to misunderstand. It is said that the ancestor of the Mo family was also mediocre, but later, for some reason, he became a master, and even cultivated to be able to be as good as Leng Gongzi and the people of the You Long clan. Later it was recorded that the sword masters of the Mo family were passed down from generation to generation, and they would disappear from the world at a certain age. Although my Zhu family is friendly with the Mo family and has been married many times, there are no more specific secrets left. ”

"What secrets did the Mo family hide, and my aunt didn't reveal it?"

When the old dragon king heard his grandson talk about his precious daughter, he smiled bitterly, shook his head, sighed again, and then said: "The daughter who married out has also become his Mo family. I just happened to hear your aunt complain to your father that her father-in-law was going on a long journey, and that Mo Sang would do the same one day. ”

"This long journey is the same people in the same heaven and become the same way?"

The old dragon king nodded again, it was true.

"I think that although there are many immortal cultivators in the world, they may have become the same path as the heavenly people, and there are very few of them. Not to mention, his Mo family is not an immortal cultivator, just an ordinary martial artist. The martial arts broke through the realm, and he was robbed by thunder, and he never heard that he would become a heavenly person. And it has been repeatedly inferred that each generation of the Mo family's sword-bearers is peerless, and when they reach a certain age, they all disappear from the world, and I am afraid that they have all become heavenly people. ”

Zhu Jiannan's eyes lit up, and he suddenly hated his surname Zhu, not Mo.

After all, the old dragon king didn't know the roundworms in his grandson's stomach, and he didn't know what he was thinking, so he only thought that his grandson was envious of the heavenly people who could live forever.

The old dragon king poured a cup of tea for his grandson, and he drank the cold tea soup in the cup in one gulp, and continued: "He didn't kill you, and he didn't just think about blood and family. Which of the three brothers do you think he loves the most?"

The three brothers in the mouth of the old dragon king will naturally not include Mo Ming, and if Mo Ming is replaced, it will naturally be Zhu Yiying, Zhu Yinuo, Zhu Yinuo.

Zhu Jiannan did not hesitate, and replied: "It should be my brother." ”

The old dragon king also guessed that this would be the answer early, and said happily: "Yes, he is extremely talented, whether he is a person or a character, he is all superior." You can also say that it is Xiao Yinuo, after all, this child likes to stick to Xiao Kucha all day long, and he really spared no effort to cure Xiao Yinuo. But you're wrong. ”

Thinking wrong?

Wrong!

This has already told Zhu Jiannan that what that person values most is actually himself.

Zhu Jiannan's expression changed from shock at the beginning to incomprehension, then relief, and finally guilt.

The old dragon king asked again, "Nan, what did he say to you in the end?"

"Oh, my husband is ignorant, because I don't know. ”

The old dragon king pondered this sentence carefully, and repeated it again: "The husband is ignorant, because I don't know." ”

After pondering for half an hour, he laughed, Zhu Jiannan didn't understand, and the old dragon king didn't hide it, and explained: "The sage's heart source, isn't this the meaning of the sage's heart source?"

The source of the saint's heart?

Since Mo Ming was born, learned swords, and became famous, others regard him as the pride of the sky, but Zhu Jiannan has never seen the black-robed guest show praise for Mo Ming, nor has he ever heard him praise half a sentence.

Just before, he could have killed himself to protect Mo Ming, but in the end he didn't do it. Isn't it, from beginning to end, he has no feelings for his only son? Or did he never doubt that Mo Ming would die?

The old dragon king spoke again, this time the question was the same as that of the black-robed guest, simply direct, and extremely sharp.

"So, Nan, are you still going to kill Xiao Kucha?"

Zhu Jiannan's eyes were as firm as before, nodded, and said, "Only in this way can Yinuo become a king!"