Now Xiao Sheng is here to tell you the story of this swordsman, this is Xiao Sheng risked his life to eavesdrop on what Purple Cloud Gate, not to mention anything else, just the flying sword, Xiao Sheng has been chased eight times all over the mountain.

The swordsman is an orphan, a lucky orphan, he was abandoned at birth, this is his misfortune, the place of abandonment was chosen in Ziyunmen, and he happened to meet Mrs. Murong who had just been killed by the enemy, it was his luck.

There is a polarization in the spirit of a woman who suddenly encounters the pain of losing a child, one is extremely hateful to children, and she can't step forward to strangle her children when she sees them jumping around, and the other is also the choice of most mothers, motherhood is overflowing, even if she sees a little bear cub screaming all over the mountain, she can't help but come forward to caress it, not to mention a live white and tender child.

Mrs. Murong is naturally the latter, cultivators pay attention to fate, Mrs. Murong happened to lose her son, and God sent a lively child to compensate her, which made her insincerely grateful to God and thank Yuanfa. Of course, this is a small life, I said, it's just a means for the thief to slap a sweet date, but the world still has to be grateful to him, hum!

Ah, let's get back to business.

If you want to talk about the identity of Mrs. Murong, but it's not easy to say, the disciples are called Shi Niang, it seems a little unreasonable, let's look at her as a person, not to mention Mrs. herself, even the head of the family is not very good-looking, what should I do? The disciples thought for a while and decided to come up with a compromise title, Mrs. Murong.

This path of monasticism is arduous. This cultivator needs to enjoy, such as Mo Shaoqiu, the head of the Ziyun Sect, this person has two major hobbies in his life, cultivation and beauty, the former condition gave him more than 600 years of life and strength, to enjoy the latter condition, so there is Mrs. Murong and all kinds of waiters in the door.

Speaking of which, one can imagine how stunning Mrs. Murong is. The gloomy clouds and mist on such a stunning face for several days are enough to make anyone feel distressed, but because of a child, the dark clouds are removed and the beauty is seen again, which no one can bear to interrupt. Therefore, when Mrs. Murong walked towards Mo Shaoqiu with the young swordsman in her arms, even if the head of the sect was reluctant, she tried to squeeze a smile and recognized this apprentice, pay attention, it was an apprentice, not a son. Mo Shaoqiu looks like a prime man, son, there is no shortage of anything.

So the swordsman was given the name Murong Changge, at the age of three or five, he followed Mo Shaoqiu's disciples and grandchildren to play swords and swords in a decent manner, to say that Murong Changge does have a bit of cultivation talent, it only took two years from the entry of the Qing Qi period to the extraordinary period when he can be called a monk, and at the age of fourteen, he entered the period of forgetting worries that he could live for a few more decades, and he really got the attention of the master, who doesn't like a genius? Especially since this genius was raised by himself.

Murong Changge became one of Mo Shaoqiu's most proud disciples in this way, and from this day on, the inner gate of the Purple Cloud Gate's more than 2,000 years of tens of thousands of exercises was officially opened to Murong Changge. Controlling things, refining weapons, condensing fire, all kinds of wonders drowned out this young man who only knew how to cultivate with the general stream.

The young man also lived up to the life of a genius, and in just two years, he actually made a small success in the secret art of controlling things, that is, on that day, Mrs. Murong gave birth to Mo Shaoqiu's palm pearl, Mo Bell. This woman has been holding a delicate little golden bell since she came out of the womb, Mo Shaoqiu is also more than 600 years old, there is nothing I don't understand when I see this golden bell, this girl should be an immortal who entered the world, and the bell is the magic weapon of the previous life.

How do you say it in the story, childhood sweethearts, fighting and making trouble along the way, and in the end, they are happy to live together without skin and face~Although Her Royal Highness Mo Ling, the princess of Ziyunmen, thinks so, but, judging from the current state, I am afraid that the falling flowers are intentionally ruthless, our genius boy Murong Changge remembers the grace of Mrs. Murong's life, from the beginning of Mo Ling's diaper change, he has been saddle before and after the horse, thirsty to hand water, hungry to take snacks, tired of practicing and waiting for rest, just such an all-round brother, part-time thug, servant, brother, master, called Mo Ling, such an ignorant girl, how can she not sprout in spring?

The direct result is that wherever Murong Changge goes, Mo Lingling follows, the only time Mo Lingge is seriously ill in bed and doesn't keep up, Murong Changge finds a sister-in-law for Mo Lingling, who is our extremely treacherous boss lady.

Murong Changge thought that this was the luckiest moment in his life, and when Mo Ling, who was twelve years old, learned about this, he angrily gritted a mouthful of silver teeth, and the hideous appearance on his delicate face could not be erased even after three days of flower dew. If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't find the hostess's residence, Mo Lingdang would have killed the proprietress eight hundred times.

Later, based on Mo Shaoqiu's reluctance to marry his baby to an orphan who has no back stage and no foundation, even if this orphan is a little outstanding compared to ordinary people, he is really unwilling, so when his genius apprentice euphemistically proposed that he only has family affection for his junior sister and belongs to an ordinary person, Master Mo agreed with relief.

The direct result is the current scene, the young swordsman stands in front of the high counter, and the beautiful girl hides under the counter with tears in her eyes, and no one knows what the other party is thinking in her heart. The only thing worth mentioning is that the pretty girl stood on the top of the stairs, her hideous eyes seemed to be a fierce beast, devouring the enemy alive, and the originally crisp bell sound was silent at this time, it seemed to be very afraid, and the owner who had always been arrogant looked angry...... I can't imagine it.

Li Jingliu looked at this standard triangle, took a sip of wine idly, and thought about what the swordsman should do next? Is it to teach the little junior sister a lesson? Or resolutely give up the person who has been waiting for him for twenty years behind the counter.

Who knew that before the proprietress could speak, Mo Ling spoke.

"Senior brother, this is the person you said was waiting for you? Seeing that she is so infatuated, let's take her back. ”

Murong Changge frowned, and said in an accentuated tone: "Yes, this is your sister-in-law, my future wife." ”

Mo Lingjing has been loved by three thousand since she was a child, and in the Ziyun Gate, she said that she wanted stars, and Mo Shaoqiu, the head of the house, would not give her the moon. The same is true for his own senior brother, except for the attitude towards the boss lady, Murong Changge has not once directly opposed Mo Ling.

So the girl habitually played with her golden bell according to her usual habits. As mentioned earlier, this golden bell is a magic weapon, with a total of three layers of efficacy, one of which is the magic sound, cultivated to be lower than the girl's people, once listening to the bell, it will enter a short-term vertigo state, as the girl's cultivation grows, the effect of the bell will continue to strengthen;

At this time, Mo Ling's smile was extremely harmless, and she said to Murong Changge: "This is natural, I just came to see my sister-in-law, why didn't my senior brother quickly invite my sister-in-law to come out and see him?"

Murong Changge was surprised by Mo Ling's transformation, before, when it came to the proprietress of the boss, this girl couldn't help but crush her teeth, what's wrong today? But he was very pleased with this change, and said in a harmonious voice: "Wanjun, don't cry, go home with me." My sister deliberately ran so far to see my sister-in-law, don't cry. ”

There is a way, if something is different, it will be a demon. Li Jingliu looked at the change of this pretty girl before and after, and only felt hairy in her heart, such a blunt change, Li Jingliu could see it, not to mention the boss who had been in the inn for many years, and the person was like a proprietress. The other party is a cultivator, so I'm afraid there is something wrong with such a sudden overture.

If you think so, you don't necessarily have to do it. The proprietress Xie Wanjun, twenty years is like a day, lighting a lamp in the soft red of ten zhang, angelica, looking forward to Jun Angelica, looking forward to oneself Angelica, Jun has returned, Hu does not meet?

From the end of the world to the meeting, it only takes half a quarter of an hour, and it is only a moment from waiting to the result. For the proprietress, as long as you come back, all the waiting is meaningful, those snowflakes drifting on cold nights, those fireflies dancing in autumn nights, the quiet cicadas on summer nights, I have listened to you for so many years, I have waited for you for so many years, and now that you are back, then everything is worth it, even if you still have another girl, even if another girl is full of hostility towards me, as long as you say: "I am your wife." ”

Then let's meet.

So Li Jingliu finally saw the appearance of the Oiran of Allure back then, beautiful and beautiful, and the begonias were dewed. The proprietress had fine droplets of water hanging from her long eyelashes, and she stood up, her posture graceful, and her goose-yellow dress bloomed like a water lily. She smiled and said to the swordsman, "You're so late. ”

Hahaha~ I picked a key time to appear, mainly because I really don't want to describe the next scene, the boss lady is beautiful like an epiphany, blooming like an epiphany, and withering like an epiphany, hey...... Since ancient times, Hongyan has had a bad fate, maybe God is jealous, right? I gave you the appearance of a captivating city, I gave you amazing love, and you still want to start and finish well? This, it depends on God's mood.

The beauty stood in front of her, and Murong Changge was stunned. Mo Ling, who was on the top of the stairs, had a forced smile on his face, and the anger that he couldn't hide gradually climbed along the edge of his smile. This person is angry, and he can't control himself very well. Mo Ling's original intention was to give the proprietress a good time, and it was just a matter of shooting it through her ears, but now when she saw the proprietress's bright face, she changed her mind, or I would let her go mercifully?

So a golden bell was divided into hundreds, so the IQ of the jealous person dropped sharply, and a grain of rice may indeed not be so eye-catching, but the target of a few hundred grains is a bit big, ordinary people can see it, and cultivators can see it even more, especially a cultivator like Murong Changge, who is a little genius, and with a sweep of his eyes, he knew what his arrogant junior sister wanted to do, and hurriedly raised his hand to resist.

To say that Mo Ling's cultivation is really not very good, but he can't stand the innate advantages of others, that bell is at the magic weapon level, not to mention the runes carefully blessed by Mo Shaoqiu, even if Murong Changge is a genius, it is just an extraordinary period, and he can't stand the hundreds of iron bells that ignore physical defenses and shoot at him with their heads and faces.

After a moment, Murong Changge's face was bloodless, and there were a few more bloody holes on his upper arms, and Xie Wanjun's face didn't look hurt, but our beautiful proprietress knelt on the ground, her hands covered her chest, and a little blood seemed to be spilling from her fingers.

A momentary change frightened the idlers who were waiting to see a good show in an inn, how did the good triangular relationship human war suddenly become a martial arts movie with real knives and real guns? This girl's force value is still so high? All of a sudden, the originally lively inn became a pot of porridge, and everyone rushed to the door, afraid that if they took a step slower, they would be angered by the pretty-looking female devil.

Li Jingliu watched the crowd surge, and instead moved towards the inn. It's not that he wasn't afraid, and he himself couldn't say why he didn't run away while the chaos was in chaos, but decided to stay and see the opportunity to save the boss lady. Besides, Li Jingliu has always had a strange sense of security, he will not die, or that a drop of blood can give birth to human flesh and bones, and the little lady will not let herself die. So he took cover from a table and came closer.

Mo Lingdang looked at his senior brother because he was injured, and his arrogant heart did not give birth to a trace of guilt, but brought out the pleasure of revenge, he loved his senior brother so deeply, but the senior brother was so ignorant of what to do, he wanted to disobey her, and even said that he wanted to marry an ordinary person as his wife? How could this be? Such an act should be punished! As for the ordinary person who was a little better-looking...... Mo Ling is confident, even if this little bell fails to shave her face, it can still make her seriously injured, how can a half-dead person have the ability to compete with him for a senior brother?

So Mo Ling went downstairs with a smile, helped up the proprietress who was kneeling on the ground with the mentality of a hunter catching the booty, and asked Murong Changge in a very innocent tone: "Senior brother, is my sister-in-law sick, why is it bleeding?"

Murong Changge was speechless, he pushed away Mo Ling, and hugged this woman who was pale because of blood loss, her breath was getting weaker and weaker, and her body temperature was getting lower and lower. It seems like we're going to be separated from her again? The last time was twenty years, how long is this time? Is it eternal?

Murong Changge raised his head and looked at Mo Ling, his eyes were empty, there was nothing in them.

Mo Lingling was a little frustrated by him, and forcibly explained: "Senior brother, don't be angry, I just want to try her kung fu, who knew that she couldn't help but fight ......"

Murong Changge looked at her and suddenly smiled, then he raised his injured arm and slapped Mo Ling's face with a strong wind. This slap was very slow, but Mo Lingling didn't dodge it, her eyes widened, full of disbelief, this slap was very heavy, so heavy that it almost knocked out all of Mo Ling's feelings for Murong Changge.

The girl froze for a moment, then turned and rushed out of the inn.

Murong Changge looked at his hand, as if he didn't believe that he had beaten his pampered junior sister from childhood to adulthood, he held the unconscious proprietress in his left hand, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

The golden bells rang all over the ground, crisp and pleasant, and then they merged into one, turning into a streamer of light, chasing towards the outside of the inn. The boss's wound was revealed at that moment, and in the lungs, a hard and sharp golden bell penetrated in front of the boss's wife, and a small pool of blood gathered under the boss's body.

And Murong Changge seemed to be in a daze, in disbelief. Li Jingliu couldn't stand it, so he stepped forward and snatched the proprietress down, and said sharply to Murong Changge: "Go to the kitchen, get some pot of cigarette ash, and then find a trauma doctor quickly!"

Li Jingliu hugged the proprietress and tore her unfolded skirt, tying it up from both sides of her body to stop the bleeding, and the pot soot had the same effect. Murong Changge was awakened by this drink, and didn't care where Li Jingliu came from, turned around and went to get the pot ashes, and brought a worried cook, Huang Wanfu, by the way.

Huang Wanfu, looking at the pale boss lady who had basically stopped bleeding, couldn't say anything in his heart. He even hoped that the proprietress would keep waiting, waiting for a swordsman who would never come back. In this way, the proprietress will not be injured, so that he can see the proprietress bargaining with every guest officer every day, instead of lying here with a bloodless face, motionless, life and death unknown. How good it is that the originally busy and fulfilling days are, the swordsman of Raush...... Why do you want to come?

Li Jingliu told Huang Wanfu what happened in a few words, Huang Wanfu heard that someone was noisy outside, and there were many people who were not satisfied with the proprietress who raised the price indiscriminately on weekdays, and there was also a jingle in the store, who knew this time...... It was his own boss lady who suffered.

The cook hated it, he only felt why he wasn't at the scene at the time, not to mention that he could crack the golden bell trick, at least, he could help his boss lady resist it, the more the cook thought about it, the more sad he became, and finally Li Jingliu had to deliberately separate himself to comfort the cook a few words.

Again, there is more than one person who is sad. Mo Ling drove the golden bell and walked through the green forest, she was very aggrieved and sad, today, her senior brother beat her, just because she wanted to kill an ordinary person. Under the education of his father Mo Shaoqiu, Mo Lingzhong felt that the monk was naturally otherworldly, and since he was otherworldly, he was different from ordinary people, so in her opinion, wanting to kill an ordinary person who tried to get involved with his senior brother was similar to crushing an eye-catching ant in a bad mood, but the senior brother beat her because of this ant.

Mo Ling thought while being sad, her tears sprinkled on the overlapping green forest, turning into tiny salt crystals, sad and sad, she became angry again, yes, the ant still did not die, even if she was slapped by her senior brother, the ant still did not die, how could this be?

With the crisp sound of the bell, Mo Bell returned to Yancheng, and those tiny salt crystals had not yet landed, and they had been transformed into an empty thing by the sun.

Meaningless, everything is meaningless.