The world is prosperous, come alone for Qinghan

A middle-aged man in black robe, Mu Chengzhou, the owner of Youyue Valley in Cangshan Mountain, and a middle-aged man in gray robe, Zhuang Ruolin, the owner of Lanyue Lingyun Peak Villa.

Compared to their seniority, these two people are both ten years older than Ying Siyin, but they happen to be in the same group of famous people in the Jianghu. However, in terms of fame, they are far behind the young and famous Ji Bei Xiaowenhou Ying Siyin was even more impressive.

At the age of 16, he was able to shake the world with a single sword, and after 14 years of winning the throne, he became famous again. When everyone in the world thought that this evil master was about to ascend the throne of Xiyin, he kept silent He retired to northern Hebei for six years and has been silent ever since.

No one knew what Ying Siyin was planning.

But everyone knows that this person is not to be messed with.

Mu Feiyun's iron arrow had already been released, Sima Weihou narrowed his eyes slightly, and he didn't even draw his sword, as if he had no reaction to the weapon flying towards his right eye. Fortunately, at this critical moment, Mu Chengzhou has already jumped up, and stretched out his palm to grab the iron arrow body that was emitting a cold light under the moonlight. The arrow has been quenched with poison, and you can even see the dark mass, only a finger away. It will fall into the eyes of Marquis Sima Wei.

"Lord Sima, my son has never been out of the valley since he was a child, and I don't know the rules of the court. I hope you will forgive me." Putting away the long sword, Mu Chengzhou politely cupped his hands towards Sima Weihou present.

"It's not an exaggeration for those who don't know." Marquis Sima Wei was very generous. He put his hands behind his back, turned sideways, and looked at the boy on the horse. For the felons that have been arrested, please return them to me as soon as possible, so that the subordinate officials can take them back to the imperial capital to report to the Holy One."

"Two teenagers?" Mu Chengzhou turned around with a confused look on his face.

"Reporting to the owner of the valley, when the thunder rang, our people did stop two teenagers at the entrance of the valley. One of the teenagers in Tsing Yi was carrying the blood sword of Lord Xiaowen of North Hebei. For a strong attack, now we can only send someone to hold him back." The attendant beside Mu Feiyun reported back.

"The blood sword of Marquis Xiaowen?" Zhuang Ruolin shouted out in surprise, and he confirmed again, "You mean the blood sword that Marquis Xiaowen used to block thousands of troops with one sword?"

"It should be the sword."

"What are you doing in a daze?" Zhuang Ruolin stomped anxiously, God knows what would happen if the sword fell into someone else's hands, he took the lead in chasing it out, "Hurry up and get the blood sword back and seal it up."

If this sword comes out again, it will definitely cause chaos in the world.

"Feiyun, get off the horse." Seeing his old friend running away first, Mu Chengzhou also reprimanded in a low voice when he saw his precious son when he turned his head.

You must know that according to the laws of Xiyin, when meeting a high-ranking high-ranking official like Sima Weihou, the subordinates must dismount from their horses and bow their heads in salute. Mu Feiyun's attitude towards Sima Weihou has already violated a big taboo. If you really wanted to pursue this issue, it would be hard for you to excuse yourself.

Even though the current Marquis Sima Wei didn't show any dissatisfaction, all civil and military officials in the court knew that this Lord Sima had always been kind and friendly on the surface, but secretly he was able to play with that murderer Ying Siyin Yes, just like a smiling tiger, such a person is even more terrifying.

Zhuang Ruolin rushed to the location of Shen Qinghan and Mo Nanfeng one step ahead. Although the group did not make a move, they all drew their swords and bows, and the two sides were at a stalemate.

"It's really a blood sword, it's really a blood sword." Zhuang Ruolin recognized Ying Siyin's saber at a glance, and after he yelled twice, he turned around to greet people, "Come on, come on, come on Quickly set up a formation, and we must not let these two children run away with the blood sword."

"Are these two old men Ying Siyin's running dogs?" Seeing this posture, Mo Nanfeng really couldn't tell who was the good guy and who was the bad guy for a while, so he had no choice but to turn around and ask Shen Qinghan, after all, his family was poor, yes The matter of Ying Siyin was clear to the touch, and it was absolutely right to ask him.

"They are not from Ying Siyin."

"Then why did you surround us? Aren't we just ordered by our master to get a sword? This sword was given to us from Kunlun Mountain by the Holy Master Xiyin. Why are we acting like we're just snatching the sword? "

"Let's see what they say first." Shen Qinghan withdrew his sword.

Mo Nanfeng also withdrew his sword.

Mu Chengzhou raised his hand to signal, and the Mu family members who had drawn their bows also let go.

"Why did the two young men enter Cangshan Youyue Valley with Lord Xiaowenhou's sword in their hands?" Mu Chengzhou walked up to Zhuang Ruolin's side and asked politely.

"We were ordered by our master to get the sword." Mo Nanfeng responded.

"Master's order? This blood sword is an item from Xiyin Imperial City, how could it get into your master's hands? Who is your master? So courageous? How dare you even want something from Marquis Xiaowen?"

"Ah?" This series of questions also made Mo Nanfeng stunned, he said, "My master didn't say anything, just let us get the sword."

"This..." Zhuang Ruolin and Mu Chengzhou looked at each other, and for a moment they really didn't know how to continue with these words, after all, the people from the Marquis of Jibei were standing behind them.

As far as those two children have a good description, they don't look like people from evil ways. That guy Mo Nanfeng is upright, with pure eyes, and he has a good face. Although Shen Qinghan is cold and clear, but Shrouded in the hazy moonlight, it is also extraordinarily beautiful and calm, like a fairy under the moon.

Both of them took advantage of the face.

"What are you talking to them about? Why don't you hurry up and hand over the sword of my Lord Marquis?" Gu Zexiao carried the cannon, he didn't know whether it was tired or annoying, and he smashed the weapon on his back with an expression of displeasure. When we reached the ground, we put our hands on our hips and shouted, "Can you two take responsibility for the delay in our return trip?"

"You're going to kill me, and I'll take the shit." Mo Nanfeng imitated his example and cursed with his hands on his hips, and immediately opened his arms to protect Shen Qinghan behind him, "But if you kill me, you'll kill me, Qinghan can't bump."

"Brother Sima said earlier that he would not kill Shen Qinghan. Are you a fool?" Gu Ze smiled and rolled his eyes. It was said that he wanted to keep Shen Qinghan and kill Mo Nanfeng, but this silly boy seemed to be unable to understand human speech, and kept chattering, don't kill my Qinghan, kill me first if you want to kill him.

Hey, hey, we've been talking about killing you.

idiot.

"Shen Qinghan?" Mentioning this name, Mu Chengzhou and Zhuang Ruolin looked at each other in tacit understanding, and then Mu Chengzhou asked again, "Could it be that the young master is Shen Qinghan, a disciple of the real person in Kunlun Mountain?"

"Yes, Uncle knows my Qinghan family?"

"This..." Although it's hard to admit, there is a young boy like Ruyu on Kunlun Mountain. He looks so good that he has seen the eldest son of the Mobei Shuangjian family chase into the Central Plains for a full ten years. I am afraid that no one in Xiyin doesn't know. Bar.

It is all thanks to him, Mo Nanfeng, that the name of co-author Shen Qinghan is so eye-catching.

Shen Qinghan frowned, and before that idiot Mo Nanfeng could say anything embarrassing, he took the first step and dragged him behind him. Shen Qinghan was holding two swords, one was his own and the other was It belonged to Ying Siyin. He nodded slightly at Mu Chengzhou and Zhuang Ruolin and said, "I am Shen Qinghan, a young disciple of the real person in Kunlun Mountain, Shen Qinghan, who is here under the order of my master..."

Before he finished speaking, Shen Qinghan suddenly felt that the blood sword in his hand seemed to have been transferred into some unknown force, and it suddenly shook wildly without warning, as if something was living in it. Things seemed to wake up, as if someone was grabbing the other end of the sword and trying to pull the long sword away.

"Qinghan, what's the matter with you?" Noticing something wrong with Shen Qinghan, Mo Nanfeng immediately stepped forward, "Let go of this sword, quickly."

The sound of the 'jingle jingle' bells was the same as that of Shang Luoyun entering and exiting Qingshuang City.

It seems that people from the Marquis of Jibei like to hang a few bells on the sedan chair when they go out. Shen Qinghan looked up, and his beautiful pupils tightened instantly.

Wooden sedan chair, red tent.

Just like the fire in Shen's house ten years ago, and the ghostly voice hit the heart, "Who took Benhou's sword?"

It's Ying Siyin!

Everyone present was shocked.

"Qinghan, Qinghan, your hand..." Only Mo Nanfeng couldn't hear the sound at all, his eyes and hearts were full of Shen Qinghan's long sword that was faintly flowing with blood while still tightly sucking his right hand, Mo Nanfeng Feng stretched out his hand to pick at Ying Siyin, afraid of hurting him, he jumped anxiously, turned his head and drew his sword and pointed it at Ying Siyin's wooden sedan chair, and said angrily, "I don't care what ape you are, macaque, golden snub-nosed monkey, big horse monkey, let us go quickly!" Cold, otherwise..."

"Otherwise?" Ying Siyin's laughter was pleasant to hear. The first time the person who heard it must have been someone from some family who went out to harm the girl again, but the second, third, and fourth time, the people who heard it were all except His back was full of cold sweat, and he couldn't express any emotions, "Otherwise, how about it? It's been a long time since I've heard someone use these two words to me. It's interesting, hahaha, interesting. Tell me, what about otherwise?"

"Otherwise I'll kill you."

"Don't go." Shen Qinghan rushed to stop him, but Mo Nanfeng turned over and raised his sword and went straight into the wooden sedan chair, "Don't go, Mo Nanfeng, come back."

I can't stop shouting.

Shen Qinghan was in a hurry, but saw that Mo Nanfeng, who was advancing straight forward with the sword, suddenly seemed to be blocked by something in the air. After being forced to spin a few times, he fell at an extremely fast speed, and then fell towards himself. Fall in the direction.

Even unable to hide, Mo Nanfeng just hit Shen Qinghan's body directly, and the powerful palm force on his body also pushed Shen Qinghan back, and the two of them rolled further and further away. Shen Qinghan resolutely hit a thick century-old phoenix tree with his own back first, and then barely stopped.

"Uh..." There was a bit of bloody smell in his mouth, if it wasn't for the protective body with true qi, Shen Qinghan felt that his waist would be broken at this moment.

So, is this Ying Siyin's strength?

You don't even need to show your face, and you don't even need to hold a sword. After spotting the target, you only need to raise your hand easily, and the opponent you can hit has no power to fight back?

"Master Hou, why are you so hard on your hands?" Gu Zexiao carried the shocking thunder, and ran to Ying Siyin's wooden sedan chair with a 'hangchihangchi', his tone seemed like a child acting like a spoiled child to his elders.

"It's heavy?"

"There is a little brother over there who looks really good-looking. Brother Sima said that even the thickness of the hair is according to your preference. We can get someone who can be solved in Poshuizhuang, so we can catch you You came back alive to collect the house, and you have only chased for ten miles, but you are lucky, you beat him up without lifting the curtain of the sedan chair."

"Oh?" Ying Siyin's voice was filled with curiosity, "I don't even know what kind of hair I like, but he can still grow it according to my request?"

"Master Hou, this is just a metaphor. Brother Sima is a bachelor, and he speaks like this. He said that the hair grows according to your preference, which means that you will definitely like this little brother."