Ximen Kuanghui's eyes shone with bright stars: "What kind of person?

Xiao Rang paused deliberately: "This person must have heard of the owner of the village, it is Liu Jingxuan, the prefect of Yangzhou." ”

Ximen Kuanghui glanced at Xiao Rang incredulously, shook his head and said, "Liu Jingxuan, how is it possible that the parent official who fought against the flood? I have worked hard for more than ten years, but after all, I have not been able to achieve success. With him, a weak scholar, how could he realize such an incomplete exercise. ”

Xiao Rang took out a silk silk from his arms and handed it to Ximen Kuanghui: "Ximen Zhuang, you can believe it or not." That's the general tip. ”

Ximen Kuanghui took the silk with trembling hands, and there were countless handsome fly-headed small letters densely written on it. The more Ximen Kuanghui looked, the wider his eyes opened, and finally he put the silk silk on the table, his eyes fixed on the old man in front of him. He said in a deep voice: "If you are courteous to others, you must ask for something." Mr. Xiao handed over this general tip to me, I believe it will not be given away for nothing!"

Xiao Rang smiled faintly and said, "The owner of the village is right. Xiao came here in the hope of inviting the sword god to come out of the mountain and re-establish the Folding Sword Villa!"

Ximen Kuanghui smiled coldly: "You mean that you want me to oppose the Qing Dynasty and restore the Ming Dynasty and support Chu Jinglian who established the Qingtian Pavilion." Do you think I'll say yes?"

Xiao Rang smiled slightly: "If the owner of the village is unwilling to support Chu Jinglian, he can set up his own door." With Xiao's three-inch tongue, he will definitely be able to say that Chu Jinglian and Qingtian Pavilion serve the sword god. ”

Ximen Kuanghui thought for a while and shook his head: "I have a big family now, and I can't do this act of raiding my family and destroying my family." So Mr. Xiao's kindness, I understand it. You should take this back with you, and I will not give it away. ”

Xiao Rang gently picked up the silk silk, rubbed his hands lightly a few times, and then slowly got up and said: "Master Ximen, you have been practicing King Kong for more than ten years, but you have not dared to take half a step out of Taiyuan Mansion. The old man knows that you are crazy when you practice. Although you have the name of the sword god, you do not have the reality of the sword god. ”

Ximen Kuanghui's eyes flashed, and he said in a deep voice: "What do you say, sir?"

Xiao Rang glanced at Ximen Kuanghui and said lightly: "The owner of the village is now reversing his qi and veins, and his internal strength is unstable. Not to mention the Dawei Demon or the Ghost Daoist, even Murong Decisive in Taiyuan City Yipin Villa today, I'm afraid you are not his opponent. If Xiao informs the world of martial arts about this, I don't know if this Bailiu Villa can still exist. Will your sword god's prestige still be retained? Will the iron-striking Hong Haoxuan survive tomorrow? ”

A few words hit Ximen Kuanghui's heart like a hammer, Ximen Kuanghui's eyes widened, and a killing intent filled the air.

"You want to kill me?" Xiao Rang said lightly.

Ximen Kuanghui nodded: "It's okay! I killed you today, not only can I practice this immortal magic skill, but also preserve the prestige of this Folding Sword Villa." ”

Xiao Rang shook his head: "Of course it will be easy for you to kill me, an old and incompetent person. But from now on, there will be no more sword gods in this world who are angry and angry, have clear grievances, and sweep the world. Because this is not the demeanor of the sword god, not the bearing of the sword god, and not the will of the sword god. The sword god I know can't tolerate the slightest bit of reluctance and greed, and would rather bend than bend, just like the countless broken swords here. ”

Ximen Kuanghui sat on the stone bench dejectedly, and Xiao Rang said it well. The name of the sword god is more precious than life and death, and he, Ximen Kuanghui, would rather die than insult his unchanging faith for many years.

After a long time, Ximen Kuanghui glanced up at Xiao Rang and said, "Even if the Folding Sword Villa is destroyed, I will not be at your mercy." ”

Xiao Rang gently placed the silk silk embroidered with small characters on the table: "The general trick of this magic skill, it's up to you whether you practice it or not." But the ugly words are ahead, and if you practice this skill, I hope you don't break your promise. I hope the old man can see the day when the Folding Sword Villa is rebuilt. ”

Ximen Kuanghui gritted his teeth and said categorically: "I said, I won't practice this skill. ”

Xiao Rang slowly walked to the side of the stone cave, and as he walked, he said: "It's a pity! What a pity the sword god was back then, and his swordsmanship was invincible in the world. Now it is useless, so that it is difficult to reach the peak of kendo for the rest of his life. The Three Tyrant Sword, the king of swordsmanship, even Helian Qingtian failed to practice it back then. And you, Ximen Kuanghui, are not confused, but you will never be able to see that day. What a pity!

Ximen Kuanghui said loudly: "Who are you?"

Xiao Rang had long been hidden in the darkness, and only a faint echo could be heard in the distance: "My name is Xiao Rang!"

Liu Jingxuan, Zhuge Qinglin, Chun Yu and other three people traveled all the way west, and on this day they came to Xiangyin County, Changsha Prefecture, Hunan. The road was relatively peaceful, but Liu Jingxuan always felt that there were countless eyes staring around the carriage. This made Liu Jingxuan feel more and more uneasy in his heart.

On this day, Liu Jingxuan and the other three stayed early at a guest inn in Xiangyin County. After the lights went out, Zhuge Qinglin quietly came to Liu Jingxuan's room.

A watery moonlight reflected into the room from the window, shining on Zhuge Qinglin's face like autumn water, which looked even more beautiful and moving. And Liu Jingxuan, who was beside the bed, raised his head and looked at Zhuge Qinglin calmly.

"Miss Zhuge , is there something wrong with you?"

Zhuge Qinglin looked at the bright moon outside the window and asked softly, "Lord Liu, do you plan to let Her Royal Highness the Princess follow us all the time?"

Liu Jingxuan smiled bitterly: "She is Her Royal Highness the Princess, and we are all ordinary people now." If you don't let her follow, I'm afraid it's difficult!"

Zhuge Qinglin said: "Why don't we leave quietly early tomorrow morning and turn south." Let Her Royal Highness follow us all the way like this, after all, it is not the way. ”

Liu Jingxuan shook his head and said in a low voice: "That princess's pure martial arts are not below you and me, this kind of little trick may not work." ”

At this time, a pure laughter came from outside the door: "Lord Liu is worthy of being a veteran of officialdom, but he is much more knowledgeable than the little girl." If you want to get rid of this palace, you are a fool's dream. I advise you to rest early, and don't delay tomorrow's journey. ”

Zhuge Qinglin frowned: "It's terrible ear power." From the innocent words, it could be heard that she was still in her room. Being so far away to be able to hear such a slight speech from oneself is a cultivation that even oneself can't do at all. ”

Liu Jingxuan shook his head at Zhuge Qinglin: "The girl should rest early." This matter has to be worked out slowly. ”

The next day, Liu Jingxuan and the other three continued to hurry. The three of them soon came to the Xiangjiang ferry. The river is wide and the water is fast, and there are only a few small boats at the ferry.

Liu Jingxuan looked at the rolling waves and frowned. How could such a small boat cross such a large carriage of its own. The princess in the carriage also looked a little anxious. On this way, Chun Yu has always been calm and practiced, but as long as he crosses the river, Chun Yu is very nervous.