When Qu'er came back, he brought a small volume of letters, and a line of small words was written on it, "Nanhai Guanyin Sect".

Haunting Ruge lit a fire in his palm, burned the little word, and teased the song, and then raised his hand, and any mad bird jumped everywhere.

Yufeng flew for a quarter of an hour, and Ying Ruge sat on the bank of the Guanyin Sect River, where he sat and drank. I don't drink much, but it's not that I can't drink it.

In my memory, the ugly man was found by the White Cloud Fairy to be drunk and his face was swollen, and then the ugly man would kneel on the wine bowl and tell the young children that it was not advisable to use wine to drown his sorrows, and it was not advisable to borrow wine to drown his sorrows, and then he knelt on the two wine bowls and snored like thunder.

He took off the burden and opened it, and inside was a broken sword of ordinary style. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he sprayed the wine on his sword and wiped it down with his sleeve.

There was a "whoosh" sound, and a stone flew in, and he rolled over, and the stone still hit him in the chest.

Yingru Ge covered his chest, if he undressed, the flesh in that place was disgusting.

"It seems that I guessed correctly, the recovery ability of mortal skins is only so little after all, and I don't know if the place that was injured by those few runes will be better in the year of the monkey. ”

Looking at the sound of the song, the person who came was dressed in black, but he was in his early four feet, thin and thin. His face is immature, but his voice is like that of a weathered old man.

The person who came smiled, and did not shy away from his name, and reported to his family: "The swordsman hides the blade." ”

"Oh, weeping vulture, hidden blade?"

The hidden blade couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth, but a figure flickered, and he actually snatched the broken sword in the lingering singer. Lingering like a song with anger in his heart, he was about to make a move, but he saw the previous generation of weeping vulture envoys close their eyes and ears to the body of the sword, as if listening. Listening to it, he actually laughed out loud and laughed heartily.

"What a beautiful sword, how about giving it to me?" Without waiting for Ying Ruge to speak, Hidden Blade added, "Naturally, exchange my sword for your sword, this deal, can you do it?"

"Heh, I'm afraid I can exchange ······ with this sword"

"Let's not cover the coffin first, the Linghu Changkong, who destroys tens of millions of swords, is worthy of the sword man's dragon Yao?"

"Long Yao!"

Yingru Song couldn't help shouting out, Long Yao, Long Yao, it would be Long Yao. is also because of Long Yao, who came to say, Yingru Song ignored the identity of Linghu Changkong.

The person who came stared at Ying Ruge's side for a while, suddenly frowned, and cursed someone a few words in his heart, but then laughed.

"Moreover, my siblings are good at ghosts, and I can save this ghost boy. ”

The hidden blade pointed at Da Lang, as if he was holding the victory, how could people not agree to such generous conditions?

Although Ying Ruge was surprised that people could see Da Lang, and the conditions thrown out were so tempting, he still shook his head.

"Well, then this is for you, it's not impossible to save him, you've seen his two younger brothers, right?"

As soon as he heard the song, he immediately invisibly drew out more than a dozen phoenix fires, murderous, and asked, "How do you know?"

Hidden Blade looked up to the sky and laughed out loud, and said softly: "The swordsman was originally here to deliver the sword. ”

"How to save him?" although he asked, the phoenix fire was still not gone.

"If you want to save him, then let that Erlang cultivate into a half-immortal body and burn his brother's three souls and six spirits with the fire of Qingluan. ”

"Half-Immortal Body ······"

"Oh, forget, according to your mortal words, there is no realm of immortal color, and there is nothing that cannot be done, just like you, an immortal. ”

This time, Ying Ruge also smiled, he didn't know what year and month the child would grow up and cultivate to the Colorless Realm, and he didn't know if he could cultivate to the Colorless Realm in his own life.

Hidden Blade casually threw the broken sword back, Ying Ruge caught the sword, his hand held the broken sword, and the broken sword began to emit a cold light.

"Then have you heard the founding monarch of the country, the Dragon Emperor, say: Those who offend my siblings will be punished by the gods and Buddhas. ”

Hidden blade hands together, sword finger pointed straight at the stars, in an instant moonlight, a golden light fell from the sky, like a golden dragon roaring into the mortal dust. Closer, closer, the hidden blade reached out again, and with another angry roaring dragon roar, he slowly pulled out a dragon-patterned golden sword from the golden light.

"For 500 years, Wang Jian entered the world and changed dramatically. Don't mess with the fairy dust and follow the wind, why do you need a three-foot sword for happiness. ”

Whether the king's sword is broken or the sword is broken into scrap metal, the return of Dalang's soul may depend on this.

It is said that on this day, Tianshui Villa came to a dazzling son like a pearl.

The softness of its skin makes the Qinhuai River fresh name thin horse ashamed, its eight-foot style clothes are elegant and elegant like a sage, a green shirt is just right, the black wood folding fan in his hand, a picture album on his back, the master came, received the folding fan and bent down to salute, without losing the arrogance of the reader, but so down and generous to know the general situation.

When the owner of Mo Zhuang saw the visitor, he stroked his beard and smiled, and only this junior, this perennial Mo family swordsman, can have a little smile.

didn't greet politely, sat down on the main seat by himself, took a sip of tea, and asked: "Hong'er came to the villa today, but what treasure did you get that you want to share with Ming'er?"

The surname of the person is Li, the name is Ganghong, since his grandfather's generation, he is the guest of the Zhu family of the king of Jinling. But this guest is a little different, there are rich, powerful and people, just like the king of a mountain who dances and writes and inks.

The Li family has three sons in this generation, this Li Ganghong is two years older than Mo Ming, he knows "Thousand Character Text" at the age of three, and he can read "Disciple Rules" at the age of five.

Li Ganghong sat down, got up and saluted again, and then continued: "Yes, a few days ago, someone gave my grandfather a volume of "Guan Di Poems and Bamboo", although it was copied, but it was also everyone's pen, and the subordinates felt that this painting was worth a thousand gold, and couldn't help but bring Moxian to invite Xuan Tu to discuss it. ”

The owner of Mozhuang stroked his long beard, frowned slightly, thought for a while, and said: "In Sang County, east of Mo County, there is a bamboo forest that stretches for ten miles, and the two of you can also cook wine and talk about heroes in the prosperous world of Antai today." ”

Li Ganghong prostrate on the ground, made a big salute, and said respectfully: "Thank you, son-in-law." ”

The owner of Mo Zhuang didn't care about Li Ganghong's set of etiquette, and ordered someone to inform Mo Ming, pack up the painting utensils and go to the elegant and romantic people with Li Ganghong. After walking a few steps, he called back the slave and added a sentence, meaning that there was a paintbrush of good quality in his study, which could be taken with him.

The newcomer didn't quite understand, and it was strange that the owner of the village could have any good brushes that Gongzi didn't have? He was just the most inferior minion, so naturally he didn't want to ask too much, so he had to tell him the truth.

When Mo Ming heard that Li Ganghong was coming, she smiled, shook the fan and sent the wind slightly, while the little prince Zhu Yinuo was happy, his eyes were as round as ripe grapes, and he laughed: "Brother Da Hong is here, you can tease him again." ”

Mo Ming coughed lightly and whispered, "Don't mess around." ”

The servant was dumbfounded, he never expected that such a sentence would be surprisingly useful to the little prince of Jinling.

Without waiting for Mo Ming to say another word, a messenger came.

The maid was wearing a white gown, playful and watery, quiet and lovely, and her dark and bright eyes with apricot eyes revealed just the right amount of charm.

When Zhu Yinuo saw the maid, he was even happier than when he heard that Li Ganghong had come to Tianshui Villa, so he pounced on it like a big insect that had been hungry for three or five days, staring at the maid with his eyes, and said stupidly: "Sister Qu'er, you must have come to me, right, right?"

The maid who was called to compose the music was just one year older than Zhu Yinuo, and the girl was indeed measured, and she was not ambiguous, and she was by the side of the big county lord for six or seven years, and she became a peerless beauty from a little girl, no wonder the little prince of Jinling would be a nymphomaniac.

The servants who came to deliver the message first all looked straight at her, where is this maid? This is clearly the daughter of a big family who serves like a pearl!

Qu'er covered her mouth and smiled, her laughter was like a clear bell, and her smiling face was more like a peach blossom in the season.

This maid Qu'er also looked like a master and servant, and rewarded Zhu Yinuo with a chestnut, Zhu Yinuo was also very cooperative to cover his head and let out a "eh", Qu'er put away a smile, as if talking about serious things, and said: "Little prince, the big county lord said, I haven't seen you for many years, and I miss your precious nephew, so I want to take a few more glances at you." ”

Zhu Yinuo heard it, it's okay, anyway, Brother Dahong basically came to Tianshui Villa to find Mo Ming, the two of them are either Confucius and Mencius or Qinqi, calligraphy and painting, boring, it is better to go to my aunt's place to be coquettish, maybe you can get some big treasures.

The little abacus is very pleasant, who would have expected Qu'er to add: "The owner of the village also said, in the past few years that you have been away, he has met a master of qi training, even if he does not urge Qi Yuan, he can kill the Quartet with the power of dantian alone, he asked for a few points, and is about to teach you." ”

Zhu Yinuo is like going to his mother's grave every year to cry and mourn, what, his uncle has to train himself? Then he can't even lie down at night? He wanted to say no, but he was helpless, he didn't have the guts.

Looking back at Mo Ming, this unrighteous guy was still drinking tea leisurely, taking small sips of Qingtuan, just a posture that had nothing to do with himself.

When I saw Li Ganghong, I saw him alone in a green shirt, meditating under the tree with his knees crossed like a Taoist. The ebony folding fan is placed on the left, and on the right side is a painting tube, or, in it, it is the volume of "Guandi Poems and Bamboo".

Hearing the footsteps, I saw that his ears moved slightly, opened his eyes, and saw that the person who came was a friend since childhood, and slightly hooked the corners of his lips to show a smile of greeting.

"Brother Hong, I haven't seen you for a few months, and I am more calm. ”

"Brother Ming, don't joke with your brother, didn't the son-in-law let you go to his study to get a paintbrush?" Li Ganghong saw that Mo Ming had nothing else to do with the delicate folding fan in his hand except for his own person, Li Ganghong was a little puzzled.

Mo Ming laughed out loud and explained: "With Brother Hong here, how dare Mo Ming paint, I will go to buy two pots of wine at that time, a few plates of dim sum, and listen to the insects and birds, which is also a half-day leisure." ”

Li Ganghong shook his head, picked up the ebony folding fan and carried the painting bucket, and explained: "Brother Ming, Brother Ming, it's very unfortunate, Brother Ming accidentally twisted his wrist in Jinling two days ago, I'm afraid that no matter how beautiful the scenery is, this uncompetitive wrist can't support a painting!"

When Mo Ming heard this, he had to shake his head and sigh, it was too troublesome to grind for Danqing, so he turned around and left, leaving a sentence: "Okay, then this time you will drink and eat snacks on the side, and give you calligraphy and painting for your younger brother to pass on to future generations." ”

When Li Ganghong heard this, he couldn't help laughing.

Li Ganghong looked up at the sky of Tianshui Villa, looked at the sky of Lincheng from the highest point of this Lincheng, closed his eyes, and smiled slightly.