Hua Shaohong returned to Zhongxi Hou's house in Jinling City with the Wind Spirit King. said that it was a way back, but it was actually the Wind Spirit King who put Hua Shaohong on his shoulder.

The king stood at the door, and when he saw this picture, the corners of his eyebrows couldn't help but jump slightly.

The King hurriedly stepped out of the way, and the Wind Spirit King jumped in like a monkey.

Zhong Xihou saw this scene, and then looked at Yan Hudeliang, who came in over the wall, leaning against a red lacquered pillar and drinking mare's milk wine in a leather pot, his eyes were cold, but he did not have the slightest hatred and killing intent.

Zhong Xihou finally glanced at Yan Hude again, raised his swarthy face, and strode into the house.

On the contrary, it was the King of Trickery who passed by Yan Hude's side, stopped slightly, couldn't help but sigh and shook his head, and then followed into the house.

Yan Hude didn't pay attention to it, his back slid down the big red paint pillar, and finally sat on the ground. He took another sip of wine and sighed, but helplessly, with such a sigh, the pain in the lower ribs of his left chest was terrible, and his face was also slightly deformed by the pain.

After all, it's too much overdraft, but it's a pity, it's a pity, I'm not that monster, I have hundreds of years to overdraft myself. In the final analysis, he is just a mortal who has lived in a hurry for seventy years.

Thinking of this, Yan Hude couldn't help but take a big sip of mare's milk wine. He suddenly wondered, what kind of experience is it to live for hundreds of years?

The Wind Spirit King's concern for Hua Shaohong is true, but it is not false that this bamboo pole is an idiot. He hurriedly swept his big hand, swept a complete set of tea sets on the tea table to the ground, only to hear the crackling sound of broken porcelain, not to mention the strange king, even Zhong Xihou, the lord of the West City, couldn't help but twitch the corner of his eyes.

The Wind Spirit King put Hua Shaohong on the tea table again, but unfortunately, this idiot doesn't know how to grasp proportions. It's not so much a put, it's more a half-put-and-half-go.

Hua Shaohong was beaten in the alley and lost half of her life, and the remaining half of her life was almost tossed by the Wind Spirit King.

Hua Shaohong's back hit the tea table, and she couldn't help coughing a few times, which frightened the Wind Spirit King, and immediately checked Hua Shaohong's whole body. It wasn't until Hua Shaohong was annoyed that he lifted his leg and kicked the Wind Spirit King, that the idiot stood up straight and wondered.

Zhong Xihou brushed aside the Wind Spirit King, approached Hua Shaohong, and glanced at him a few times.

He closed his eyes and frowned, as if he was meditating on Hua Shaohong's battle with the swordsman based on the scars on Hua Shaohong's body.

The king whispered softly and asked Hua Shaohong: "Hong'er, which master did you meet?"

Hua Shaohong was silent, his eyes were closed, and his breathing was even, obviously stabilizing the breath in his body

。 After about half a pillar of incense, Hua Shaohong's eyes suddenly opened, a carp rolled, turned up, and sat on the tea table. He also kept groping for the scars everywhere on his body, touching it, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

He answered the king's question: "A dwarf, with a long and short sword in both hands. ”

"Gnome?"

The King frowned slightly, and his mind kept flashing quickly one after another characters on the black and white path with these characteristics.

In the end, the King shook his head, there are countless swordsmen in the world, and there are not a few two-handed swordsmen with long and short swords. But there are not many dwarf masters in the world, not to mention the long and short double sword experts who can withstand the wind spirit king's flush and less red.

Zhong Xihou thought for a moment and asked, "Is that person wearing a black dress?"

Hua Shaohong nodded, and then looked at Zhong Xihou, he seemed to know it in his heart.

The King of Tricks also looked at Zhongxihou, and the Wind Spirit King, an idiot, looked at Hua Shaohong and King Trick both looked at Zhongxihou, and also looked at Zhongxihou with the wind. Zhong Xihou was a little hairy, and said the answer: "The top masters outside the three giants of Yi Shuihan are silent in tears. ”

The king suddenly realized, but in the next moment, she asked: "The black and white swordsman in Yi Shui Han on the secret file looked up to the sky and laughed silently, looking like a child, wearing black and white clothes, with black and white swords, one wearing a smiling face mask, the other wearing a crying face mask, but ······"

Hua Shaohong interrupted the words of the Trick King and said, "That dwarf is holding a white sword. ”

The King of Tricks was a little puzzled, but at this time, the Wind Spirit King opened his mouth and listened to him: "It's that girl, well, the female dwarf changed it." ”

"Yes, this dwarf also called the white sword, and said that it was like a song. Master Hou, King Wei, don't you say it's interesting, it's even called Ruge. ”

The two naturally understood what Hua Shaohong said interestingly, but such interesting points naturally didn't matter whether the points were high or low.

Zhong Xihou closed his eyes, and after thinking slightly, he opened his eyes and opened his mouth.

"Honghong, get the sword. ”

Hua Shaohong was stunned for a moment, not understanding which sword she was referring to, and finally said "oh" and hurriedly went out.

The king was about to speak, but it was Zhong Xihou who grabbed the words: "Lone is ready to go back to the west." ”

King Wei didn't understand what Zhong Xihou meant, and listened to Zhong Xihou continue: "King Wei, stay in Lincheng for Gu and watch a person." ”

The king was silent, frowning slightly, staring at Zhongxihou with his eyes, waiting for the following.

Listening to Zhong Xihou slowly report the name of that person.

"Qu Tianqin. ”

The Wind Spirit King was sent out by Zhongxi Hou Sansan and a few words, and then Yan Hudeliang entered the house. When Zhong Xihou saw Yan Hude, he couldn't help frowning, that look in his eyes was actually the feeling of hating iron but not steel.

"Master Hou, if you go back to the West, Yan Hude will go to Ziwei City first. ”

Zhongxihou lost his grace in an instant, and threw a ceramic tea bowl on the ground, shattering it to pieces. Yan Hude wondered, and the king sighed.

Then, without waiting for Yan Hude to ask, Zhong Xihou opened his mouth and said, "Xiao Liang, Xiao Liang, you completely messed up your plans." ”

As soon as he heard this, Yan Hude also felt like a second monk.

"Let me ask you, what effect does the lack of a finger have on people

？”

Although he didn't understand what Zhongxi Hou meant, Yan Hude had no choice but to answer: "Master Hou, he is not only the little prince of Jinling City, this little guy also wants to be a swordsman in his heart. ”

"You're wrong, he Zhu Yinuo can't be a swordsman, he can only be the prince of Lincheng, he can only be the king of Lincheng!" The more Zhongxi Hou spoke, the more angry he became, his chest kept rising and falling, this kind of Zhongxi Hou Mo said Yan Hude, even if he had followed Zhongxi Hou for a long time, he had never seen it.

"There are as many swordsmen in the world as there are, not to mention that there is an Yi Shuihan in his Zhu family, why do you need him Zhu Yinuo to be a swordsman?

"There is no ······ peace between the city and the west"

"Bah, I am in the west with him in the city, how can there ever be peace?"

Yan Hude understood in an instant, and couldn't help but regret it.

Zhu Jiannan's sick seedling time will not be long, and the future King of Jinling can only be Zhu Yinuo. But now Zhu Yinuo's ambition is not royal power or wealth, his mind is to fight the sword world, and be happy to enmity and revenge.

If a finger is broken, Zhu Yinuo, who is already lacking in Qiyuan, wants to become a generation of sword heroes, and it is even more hopeless. Hatred can change a person, not to mention hatred that destroys people's beliefs, this kind of hatred is no less than the hatred of killing a father.

Zhu Yinuo changed his mind, if he became the king of Jinling hereditarily in the future, the transaction between Zhongxi Hou and the old dragon king would really begin.

But if you do it all over again, I'm afraid that Yan Hude will still protect Zhu Yinuo, if you want to say the reason, I really don't know why.

Zhong Xihou calmed down and continued: "Okay, what are you going to Ziwei City for?"

"Kill. ”

Zhong Xihou put a few people in advance, and said another person.

The wolf-tooth mask, wearing a white Taoist robe and carrying a peachwood sword, walked briskly on the rugged mountain road.

Ordinary people can only reach the top of the mountain road in one and a half or even two hours, but it took less than half an hour for this person. When I reached the top of the mountain, I didn't see any breathing, and my footsteps were still the same.

This person originally looked down, but now he looks like this, and he is even more embarrassed. The shabby robes had added a lot of holes, and there were a lot of dried brown blood stains on the robes. His right arm hung all the time, as if he had been badly wounded, and he didn't know if it was useless or just injured.

The mountain that Kui Wood Wolf arrived on is called "Tianluan", and it is said that it is a practice ground where everyone who buried the swordsman Ye Bu withered in seclusion more than 700 years ago. That has long been a legend, and there are few records of it in the history of the wilderness today. Legend has it that it was in this wilderness mountain range that the burial knife man saw the phoenix flying into the sky, and created a set of unique knife techniques in the world, called "Tianluan".

And whether this Tianluan Peak is named after the knife technique of the burial knife man, or whether the knife technique of the burial knife man is named after the mountain peak, how many reincarnations have passed, there is no way to verify.

Today, there are 26 wooden houses on Tianluan Peak, an artificially dug lake, which has become a world of its own, with algae, fish, and even gray-feathered wild ducks roaming the lake.

Interestingly, instead of willow trees, peach trees are planted next to the lake. At the beginning of June, the fruits were in season, round and plump, and a few birds less than the size of a palm held their paws to stabilize their bodies, greedily eating the fruits.

The Taoist man in the wolf's tooth mask stopped in front of the last wooden house, he looked up at the sky, but unfortunately, this was not the Dusk Cold Tower, and he could not see the yellow crane. Flying over Tianluan Peak, they were all chirping chicks.

He looked down at the distance below the mountain again, although Tianluan Peak was not a towering peak, it was enough to cover the clouds. Occasionally, a few lumps of cotton floating in the air cover the eyes, which also makes people feel like they are in a fairyland.

The door to the hut creaked open, and out of the room stepped a man with loose hair and shirtless.

The man's hair was as red as fire, and his skin was very white, a little sickly white. The naked upper body exposes the shiny tendons and flesh, but unfortunately the upper body is covered with various scars, and the scars caused by some different weapons and different objects are also layered on top of each other, which makes people shudder.

In his hand he held a bronze visor, very new, and the shape was clearly modeled after a tiger and leopard.

"Your Holiness. ”

"You're hurt?"

"It's okay, but it's a little tricky to kill two people. ”

Ying Ruge frowned slightly, a little surprised. After all, the Kui Wood Wolf has been obedient to himself so far, and he is afraid that he will not kill more than one hand. Ying Ruge didn't ask more about who was killed and why, he asked about other things.

"Zhitu, has Zhu Yinuo returned to Jinling?"

The Taoist in the wolf's tooth armor is naturally the Kui Wood Wolf among the Tianluan people, and this red-haired and topless man is the Ghost Venerable of the Dusk Han Building, lingering like a song.

Kui Mu Wolf stared at Ying Ruge, his hair and skin color were really unusually gloomy, and even Kui Mu Wolf felt a little chill in his heart.

"Venerable, Yan Yunqi's people have made a move against the little prince. ”

Ying Ruge frowned slightly, obviously waiting for the next step.

Kui Mu Wolf has seen Ying Ruge's expression a few times, and every time those prey are targeted, the end can only be described as miserable, Kui Mu Wolf continued: "I'm afraid that the Ahuizotl has exposed its identity. ”

Ying Ruge smiled, turned to look down the mountain with his hands behind his back, and the newly created tiger face armor shook gently. He sneered again and said, "Then it seems that Zhongxi Hou should also find him." ”

Kui Wood Wolf was a little surprised, he didn't understand why Zhong Xihou would find the water ape, Ying Ruge likes to tease others that occasionally, he doesn't have that heart for this twilight knowledge.

Ying Ruge added: "The first time the ginseng ape appeared in Jinling City in its true body, it was targeted by Zhongxi Hou. It's a pity that if he Zhongxi Hou's hands and eyes are all over the sky, he won't know that person is a ginseng ape. ”

Kui Wood Wolf was half confused, and he didn't bother about it, he took a deep breath and said, "The little prince will return safely."

To Jinling, but ······"

This kind of tone turn, lingering like a song is the most impatient. He said "hmm", and Kui Wood Wolf no longer concealed it, and injured Zhu Yinuo by Tonghua Shaohong, the Wind Spirit King under the command of Zhongxi Hou, and Yan Hude silently saved Zhu Yinuo with tears.

Haunting as a song of silence, the silence is terrible.

After a while, he laughed, and the laughter seemed to be ready to pour all the qi in his lungs.

Ying Ruge suddenly asked a question that seemed irrelevant to Kui Mu Wolf, and he asked, "What do you know about the sword that silent tears?"

shook his head, and didn't look back, as if he was sure that Kui Timber Wolf would shake his head.

Lingering like a song lamented, only to listen to his voice, the sound spread with the wind for hundreds of miles, said: "Where is the empty bottle to be poured into the dream, what does it matter if it is dipped in wine and ink? ”

Kui Mu Wolf was a little puzzled, he knew that these four lines of poems were read by Baiyun Canggou when he named Yingru Song, but what did these four lines of poetry have to do with the silent tears of Yi Shui Han.

Ying Ruge asked again: "Zhitu, you naturally know that my name is taken from this poem." Then let me ask you, where did the name Linghu Changkong come from?"

Kui Mu Wolf naturally understood the origin of Linghu Changkong, and listened to him: "The full name of the old sword fairy is afraid that the world has long forgotten it, but Ling Fox Sword Immortal is famous all over the world, he has used more than ten swords, and the last one before feathering is the sky sword." The duel between the Venerable and the Old Sword Immortal is actually ······"

Haunting Ruge is not subtle, Kui Wood Wolf is not good to continue, listen to him and say: "That duel, I lost to the ground." When he ascended, he left his sword with him, since Yingruge is not good at fighting swords, it is better to change his identity and make the fox sky, okay?"

"Venerable, then you are silent with tears?"

"Listening to your previous introduction, I was afraid that there was a sword hidden in my hand for silent tears, but I didn't even see it. ”

"The sword of silent tears?"

"Like a song sword. ”

"Like a song, a sword?"

Yingruge gently shook his tiger face armor again, then turned to face the Kui Wood Wolf.

But seeing Ying Ruge slowly put on his armor, the change was wonderful, his long flaming red hair gradually turned black, and his originally sickly white skin gradually became slightly bronzed as usual.

It seems that Haunting Ruge is the real him after wearing the armor, Kui Mu Wolf wondered, if only the Venerable wearing the mask is the so-called normal him, then how can he take off the nightmarish "Hinging Song" that has been entangled with him for twenty-four years.

"Venerable, Master Mo. ”

Ying Ruge sighed and said, "It's time for the Sword Sect of the World to enter the world, I'm afraid that it is Mo Ming, or rather, the entire Mo family, that is in trouble." ”

Kui Wood Wolf was about to continue, but Ying Ruge opened his mouth first, listening to his doubts, as if asking Kui Wood Wolf: "Zhitu, if Zhongxi Hou and the city lord have Liangzi, then the Mo family, it seems that he will not help." ”

"Why don't you just let me ······"

"Shut up!"

His voice was like thunder, and the timber wolf was not allowed to spit out the sixth word. When Kui Mu Wolf heard this, he was not displeased, but he felt a warmth in his heart. Kui Wood Wolf, Twilight Zhitu, Mu Zhitu.

Knowing the way, but really knowing the way.

"Let's go, come with me to Jinling City. ”

"Zhongxihou's realm, I'm afraid it's over the catastrophe. ”

"He has told me about the fivefold realm. ”

Ying Ruge smiled contemptuously, only to see the palm of his right hand facing upwards, and only to see a black and purple flame burning.

Kui Timber Wolf had seen six or seven different colors of flames, but he had never seen such a cold flame. Suddenly, hearing a burst of child-child laughter, Kui Wood Wolf reacted instinctively, and the peach wood Xuanwu sword behind his back was unsheathed, ready to slash the little ghost.

Yingru Song whistled lightly and listened to him: "Da Lang has communicated with my heart, knows people with him, and communicates yin and yang with me." ”

Kui Mu Wolf understands that this ghost called Da Lang has become a ghost attendant who haunts Ruge, and Ying Ruge has become Da Lang's yang servant. The two are each other's masters and slaves, and if one side turns against the water, it should be punished by heaven. But in the same way, this kind of rebellion against heaven may be a thousand times more torturous than what he suffered back then.

"Today's deity has long since not put Hongmeng four or five in his eyes. ”

To be honest, Kui Mu Wolf doesn't believe in the self-confidence of Yingruge without a source, if it is said that Yingruge before Yan Xiao gets angry is the Hongmeng Realm that will tribulate the heavens, then what about the immortal characters of the sixfold realm like his master and the Guanzhu?

Hongmeng, how many masters still exist, and whether there are more than a dozen or even twenty monsters above the fivefold realm, no one dares to pack a ticket.

Or, there is a sevenfold realm in this world that has never been recorded.

After four heavenly tribulations without ascending, or not disappearing, what kind of existence is it in the ordinary world?

Kui Mu Wolf was suddenly very curious about a person, what kind of realm would he be? What he was curious about was not anyone else, but the former Venerable of the Dusk Han Building, Yan Xiao.

If it is a legend about Yan Xiao, the most famous in the world is naturally the story of him slashing the evil demon of Hongmeng with a sword.

It's a pity that Kui Mu Wolf has never seen Yan Xiao's sword, nor has he ever seen his sword. I have never felt from him, even the slightest trace of the aura of a master above the Flood Desolation Realm.

Suddenly, a phoenix roared, pulling Kui Timberwolf's thoughts back, and it seemed that it was a flaming phoenix bird that had turned into a flaming phoenix. Ying Ruge looked at himself, stretched out his hand, and listened to him: "Zhitu, go to Jinling City." ”

Kui Timber Wolf nodded, he was hesitating, he was waiting, he was wondering, whether he was Twilight Zhitu or Kui Timber Wolf. Wearing this wolf's tooth mask, his heart began to calm down, but he was no longer twilight. But if he had removed the armor of the wolf's fangs, who would he be?

(End of chapter)