I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, Zhongxihou, Zhongxihou, even the King of Jinling doesn't care about the Mo family, but you are so caring.

The favor you owe me is so precious, yet you exchange it for the peace of a traitorous person.

You are only suitable to be a city lord and can never be a businessman.

Suddenly I remembered that I entered Hongmeng at the age of twenty-six. I didn't know the heights of the world, so I ran to the imperial capital to provoke the world-famous General Han.

Holding in his hand the demonic and cruel sword "Evil in the World" that has never been included in the sword manual, he thinks that there is no one like him in the world and no one can be his companion.

General Han was so prosperous at that time. He smiled at the world's masters. He had seven swords on his body. The most commonly used ones were two long swords carried on his back. He remembered that the one on the left was called "Yingzhu" and the one on the right was called "Pojun".

I was able to live up to my expectations and forced General Han to use his essence and blood to unify the two swords. Unfortunately, he still ended up with the so-called victory of defeat.

"Hey, Brother Han, Brother Han, if I hadn't used the trick of Laughing Buddha Drunk and Lying in the Flower Shadow Stream that year, I'm sure I would have had a chance to win."

The most powerful general in the empire in the past is now in ruins in the history books. How can people not worry about it?

But, so what?

Hongmeng Xin raised his left hand. No matter how many years he saw these bloody hands, he still wasn't used to them.

Being young and frivolous will always pay the price.

The orange shadow flashed, leaving only a jar of wine in the empty and shabby bamboo pavilion, a jar of sweet and bitter abandoned tears wine.

Zhong Xihou left Zhuting, shaking and drinking all the way.

He was also worried that he could not be a good brother and a good city lord.

Think about it, how can the World Sword Sect be driven away by a sword when he is just a martial artist with Hongmeng cultivation? Also think about why the World Sword Sect is so miserable for a small sect with no reputation.

He suddenly threw the jar into the air with a strong force, took the ice-blue Tingyu Sword in his hand, and began to dance with the sword.

The sword energy blew like the wind and filled the bamboo forest path. The jar of rare Western wine was also shattered by the sword energy. The wine fell all over the sky, and the fragrance spread for miles.

My adoptive father once guarded the borders of the empire and took the lead. He once killed hundreds of people with one sword. He made the tigers and wolves of the Northern Qi Dynasty dare not cross the thunder pond. How cool and unrestrained.

Looking back at myself, I am so powerless.

"The wind is dancing with the moon, the mirror of the moonlight!"

After drinking the eight characters, the ice blue sword burst out with a strong sword energy visible to the naked eye. The sword energy was divided into one hundred and eight rays and shot towards the bamboo forest around him, and flew into the sky like an arrow from a string.

The surrounding bamboo forest was also helpless. It was growing normally, but was ruthlessly chopped off by a madman.

The saddest thing is that the three wild geese flying in the sky were killed by the ruthless sword energy in one blow, and they fell straight down before they could even let out a scream.

Hearing the heavy objects falling to the ground one after another, Zhong Xihou was like a drunken tracker, sobering up and trembling before looking back.

This barbarian from the West, how could he be the lord of a city? When he saw the game he had accidentally knocked down, he happily passed it over. Zhong Xihou was just enjoying himself. The woman in orange who had not appeared for a long time had come from nowhere.

Appear behind him.

Without looking back, Marquis Zhongxi took off the belt that tied his robe, and used the scabbard of the Tingyu Sword as a stick to tie up three wild geese that refused to rest in silence.

He asked: "Are you unwilling to give up Wu Sword?"

The woman in orange raised her lips, smiled slightly, and replied: "Wu Yu means more to you than to me. Xiao Xihou, are you tired?"

The woman's last words were so gentle that Zhong Xihou didn't know how to respond.

I am tired, of course I am tired. But no matter how tired I am, how can I talk about it?

"If one day it turns out that a strong person is hard to beat, you might as well abandon me and treat it as if your fate is over, okay?"

Zhong Xihou naturally wanted to say no, but he hesitated for a few moments, and finally silently uttered one word, "Okay"!

At this point in the book, Zhong Xihou and Zhu Jiannan are good or evil, righteous or evil.

How to unify the words?

As the saying goes, no one can determine good and evil, but you can decide what is right and what is wrong.

As a storyteller, how can I not be curious about the thirteen disciples of Yan Xiao, the eleventh Zhong Xihou, the twelve Tingyu Sword Master, and the thirteenth Ying Ruge who is half dead or crippled.

As the lord of Xidi City, Zhong Xihou should put the well-being of the millions of people in the city that never sleeps as his top priority.

However, just because of the master's words, the four-character advice "The West is a Marquis" was shattered.

The great cause that could have been conspired with the Zhu family in Lincheng was repeatedly given up for a junior brother who had only known each other for half a year.

As far as Ying Ruge is concerned, he is a good person. But to the people of Lincheng, and even the people of Night City under his jurisdiction, are they evil?

In a lifetime of practice, no matter the warriors, the various schools of thought, or the cultivators of immortality, the Taoist heart is the foundation of practice. Even if it is a world-class Hongmeng master who can roam three thousand miles in the world, if he loses the Taoist heart again and again, his path will be ruined.

Is it so far away?

Or, what can be the state of mind of the twelve junior brothers who have known each other for many years and have a deep brotherhood?

In other words, Zhu Jiannan, a man whose life was not long gone, did not hesitate to spend the blessings of reincarnation, and did not hesitate to be infamy for eternity, but also wanted to get rid of the Mo family where his aunt and cousins ​​lived. How hateful was he?
Chapter completed!