Mingsu asked slowly and gracefully, as if she was as pious as a believer who told the gods and Buddhas her wishes, but the cold sneer at the end of the sentence was obvious.
"Just use your body to feel the pain of Miss Zhang's mother and daughter."
Then Mingsu raised her throat and called out, "Miss Qingqing is here to pick up the guest!" The words were not loud, but they could be heard in the courtyard.
"Thieve bitch! You, you! How dare you treat me like this!! My father is Ling Hanzhong, the swordsman of Lushan Mountain!"
Ming Su asked and pointed out, which blocked his ability to speak.
"You'd better save your energy and face your first night."
The door suddenly opened, Li Ying in front of the bed dissipated like a mist, and a chubby man walked in. This man was a wealthy businessman in Hangzhou, known for his fondness for abusing his wives and concubines. He beat three wives and concubines to death. No woman could stand him. Later, I fell in love with the way of this fake phoenix. A man pretending to be a mother can withstand his abuse, which is exactly what he wants. Looking at Ling Qingshu's beautiful eyebrows, light makeup, and a large body, it seems that his physique is also considered strong. And I heard that this 'little lady' is actually the first time.
Yuan Wai Lang was very satisfied, he threw down ten taels of silver to wrap his head, stepped on the couch, hugged Ling Qing Shuxiang and took a sip. Bad breath and nose, Ling Qingshu wanted to vomit, but was arrested by the foreigner. When Yuanwai Lang touched Ling Qingshu's well-maintained skin and tender meat, he was shocked and moved his index finger. No matter how he took off his clothes, he tore Ling Qingshu's clothes with his big hands, his feet were trembling, he was angry and tried to be strong, and he went to be the groom's official.
Ling Qingshu had never thought about how he would feel when what he had done was returned to him intact. He just wanted to die now, but he couldn't even do that.
Ling Qingshu's hands and feet were sore and weak, unable to exercise and resist. The only thing that can protest is that it is gradually withering, and it is close to death, but it still emits strong hatred eyes. In the direction those eyes were looking at, there was a beautiful woman sitting.
On that beautiful face, which was astonishingly beautiful, was full of icy ridicule.
"My surname is Ming, and my name is Ming Suwen."
"If you are still alive, you are welcome to come to me for revenge at any time."
"I can take you back."
I couldn't guess the ending, I apologize
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Xuejian Xuanyuan - Some people describe Ling Xuezhao, the master of Xuanyuan Temple. People who meet him for the first time often look wrong. But it's no wonder that from his thin and frail appearance or his slightly pale complexion, he really couldn't tell that this young man in his thirties had blood on his hands. If the evil demons he killed were alive, they would immediately form a large faction, adding a new force to the evil path.
His sword didn't look—and wasn't actually—a sword of righteousness born out of righteousness martial arts. The thick bloody smell that seemed to be insoluble, I am afraid that looking for an opponent among the ordinary evil sects can only be regarded as an insult to him. His sword is a murderous thing tempered from fighting. The four words "killing Yingye" have followed him closely since he was twenty-five years old when he first developed his swordsmanship.
Murderers from Mount Lu—more people describe young people like this.
If the swordsman's kendo is said to be a journey in search of some kind of answer. Ling Xuezhao's answer was already given in his swordsmanship. His blade is like the kiss of an eternal demon looking for fresh blood. From the moment of unsheathing, the direction of the cold front must be the blood-red blood that spilled into the atmosphere.
His sword is not only a blood-blowing strange blade, but also a strange benchmark in the sword world.
His swordsmanship abandons all the supreme pursuit of kendo. He doesn't want to be gorgeous, simple, strong, fast, flexible, and clever, all he wants is to effectively obliterate his opponent, that's all. His sword is bloodthirsty, cruel, worshipping death, and indifferent to kendo. And in contrast to this, what makes all swordsmen who aspire to kendo despise is the extraordinary power—this year's battle against the Heavenly Cliff, Ling Xuezhao single-handedly kills the three major guardians of the Demon Sect, and the Beheading Sect Hundreds of people. Shocked the Central Plains and made great achievements. On the same day, he was promoted to the master of Xuanyuan Temple, one of the twenty-eight temples.
Therefore, Lushan Jianguan has a long history, and it is also the first of the collateral children who are so young to overcome Jianshu Gong. Ling Xuezhao did have the ability to ignore Kendo.
A sword that focuses on killing, this will not be the first, nor will it be the last. However, in today's righteous path, the existence of such a killing sword is unique. No matter how unbearable his reputation is and how many people are scolding him behind his back, no one will deny that this young man will occupy a place that cannot be ignored in the sword world in the future - even if he himself doesn't care about it at all, it is the same.
Ling Xuezhao can be said to be the first kendo genius in Lushan Jianguan in the past ten years.
But when it comes to Ling's family, the first person to be creative in martial arts is Ling Cong, who is called Young Lei Gong by the owner of Tian Cong Guan Guan.
Although this person's surname is Ling, he is a descendant of the Lushan Jianguan Ling family, but he has never even learned the martial arts of Lushan Jianguan.
To say this, it was a scandal more than 20 years ago. Although the seven-bedroom Ling family members are orderly, they do not determine their seniority or inferiority. Ling Hanzhong came from the fourth room of the Ling family. Besides him, Ling Hanzhong had a younger brother in the fourth room.
Twenty-five years ago, Ling Hanzhong, who was in his prime, won the head of the head because of the stipulation of 'not passing off sons'. For this reason, he did not even go to the invitation of the Sword Immortal Caolu, but gave up this position, fulfilled the other disciples, and obtained it. In fact, everyone knows that he is unwilling to delay those 20 years in the Sword Immortal Caolu, and when he comes back, no one will take him as the master of the general view seriously. In order to avoid losing power, he gave up absolute strength and chose to cultivate his own power.
His own brother is naturally his first choice. At that time, his younger brother's martial arts talents were all first-class. The two brothers had similar talents, and the younger brother was less concerned with affairs. It didn't take long for his swordsmanship to surpass his brother, becoming a hot generation of swordsmen in Jiangnan martial arts. Unfortunately, he fell in love with a woman from Yuntian Palace. The two met in the rivers and lakes, and they were a pair of life and death enemies. Both martial arts and ingenuity are similar, but after fighting for a long time, an inexplicable affection was born. Later, the thunder of the sky stirred the fire of the earth, and it turned into mutual admiration, and it was out of control.
Ling Hanzhong's accustomed to his own family had a precedent, and his younger brother was so used to it. Although it is not as wicked as Ling Qingshu, it can be regarded as lawless when it comes to contempt for Taoism. He had made a private agreement with that woman for life, and when he returned to Mount Lu, the three of them returned together, and the children were half a year old.
The Four Outer Paths and the Seven Crowns of the White King have always been at odds with each other. Not to mention the stereotype that the right and the wrong are at odds, it is only the fact that the powers that are fighting openly and secretly are divided, how can Ling Hanzhong, who is very ambitious, tolerate his sister-in-law, who is from a mysterious background. If the second brother married this woman, wouldn't his life be ruined? I wanted to get some secrets of Yuntiangong from her, and take the opportunity to destroy a few rudders from Yuntiangong, who has never been found. Unexpectedly, although this woman went out of Yuntian Palace for her love, she was loyal to the sect and never revealed a single word. Ling Hanzhong threatened to lure him, and repeatedly asked him to no avail. He couldn't help but get furious. The voices of his peers who opposed the couple were so loud that he thought of expelling them.
Ling Hanzhong thought about it, and finally couldn't let go of his brotherhood. He secretly stunned the second brother, found several singers to take off their clothes and share the bed with him, and then found a chance for the woman to see, forcing her to take the child down to Mount Lu.
But what if the Yuntiangong traitor ran away, there was a messenger lurking at the foot of Lushan Mountain, and when he saw the woman come out, he killed him on the spot, and blood splattered at the foot of Lushan Mountain. The couple didn't even see each other for the last time. When Ling Hanzhong's younger brother woke up and learned about the incident, when he chased down the mountain, only his infant son was left on the ground. Another icy corpse was his hard-fought wife. Second Young Master Ling was so heartbroken that he drew his sword and killed himself. There is only one child left, and that is Ling Cong, the master of Tian Cong Guan today.
This Ling Cong was Ling Hanzhong's nephew. Those who knew his background had to keep his mouth shut because of the scandal, and those who didn't know were treated as his nephew. Ling Hanzhong was ashamed of his younger brother, so he wouldn't treat him badly. But this Ling Cong is a demented child, and I don't know if he still can't speak at the age of five. The children of the Ling family in Lushan Jianguan began to learn swords at the age of seven, but Ling Cong could not even learn the basic swordsmanship. Not to mention swordsmanship, reading and writing is also a wonderful flower. A seven-year-old child who can't even write his own name. When I was ten years old, I could write my name crookedly, but I didn't know the big characters on the books, and I couldn't even write rough brush and ink.
Ling Hanzhong guessed that the child fell to the ground on the day his mother was killed, or that his brain development was injured, so that he is now demented and can't even speak. He has a cold nature, and he has children to teach, so he ignores his nephew and allows him to be free.
Ling Cong was left alone and loved to run in the mountains and play by the river since he was a child. He couldn't read and learn the sword, but his body was quite strong. It is a pleasure to be with wild beasts and fish. When Xiao Lingcong was less than twelve years old, Lushan taught him to swim all over the place. There are almost no places you haven't been to.
But when he was thirteen years old, a sensation happened. At the time of a celestial phenomenon that has not been seen in a hundred years, the Tiancongguan is surrounded by thunder, and all the top and bottom of the Tiancongguan are evacuated. Only Xiao Lingcong was demented, unaware of the danger, and slipped away quietly. That night, Ling Cong was bombarded by thunder, and he didn't know how many times he was struck by lightning. He only knew that when he found him the next day, he was completely black and scorched. When everyone thought that this poor child had a hard life, and that his life was ruined, Xiao Lingcong opened his big black and white eyes. In the darkness, only his eyes were shining. Terrified the Tiancong audience.
After that, Ling Cong seemed to have changed. He seemed to have a clear mind, and he no longer stuttered. He went to play in the mountains again, and felt that he was different everywhere. He jumped higher, ran faster, and sometimes encountered dangerous beasts, slapped them with a slap, and even slapped them into charcoal.
He began to know that he was different from everyone else. His body contains the strength of the thunder and thunder, which is the power of the sky. No one can resist.
It wasn't until a few years later that the customary sword-fighting conference of Lushan Jianguan was held, and Ling Cong ended up gracefully, killing the Quartet. The disciples who looked down on him in the past turned out to be none of his generals, allowing him to win the honor of Tian Cong Guan Guanzhu. Became the youngest watcher in history.
Although he used a sword, he never used a real weapon. His 'Lei Gong Jian Zi Jue', even if the Lushan sword sightseeing ring is excluded, it is still a unique skill in the frontier world that can compete with the heroes of the world on the rivers and lakes. But this kung fu comes from the clash of thunder and lightning, and no one can get this adventure again, so this thunder art is destined no one can learn it again, it can be said that it is a gift from heaven.
And if you talk about the savvy and mellowness of the martial arts of Lushan Jianguan, and the unfathomable accomplishments, of course, you must count the master of Yunsong Temple, Murong Song. Yunsong Guan is the head of the twenty-one outer sect, and this Murong Song is the first master of the outer sect.
These three people each represent the pinnacle of today's Lushan Jianguan martial arts, but today they appear in one place at the same time—Hangzhou.
Leading these three top-level masters, and behind him were the mighty swordsmen with over 100 martial arts skills, Ling Han Zhongyi was flying fast, as if nothing could be done in the world. For decades, he fought in the east and west, and laid down the iron bucket for the Lushan Jianguan.
Today, they wiped out all the forces of Hangzhou Wulin in a hurricane, and will re-establish a new order here - just as he destroyed Changzhou Wulin and rebuilt it.
However, their progress was not long before they encountered obstacles.
What they encountered—perhaps not to use the word encounter seriously—was a young man.
The man sat lazily on a large rock, his appearance was very peculiar.
He held a black, charred charcoal stick in his hand to support his body, lazy like a big cat. The sun fell slowly, and the long white hair hung on the body like a snowfall, reflecting the silk-like light.
The young man holds a piece of delicately made dessert in his hand, the whole body is golden yellow, and the powdered sugar like morning frost falls, as if a golden mountain is surrounded by snow, and it is made into a thousand layers of convoluted. It's a rare gem.
The young man swallowed it in a big mouthful, and those who understood what to eat called it a waste.
The young man murmured while chewing.
"Three days ago, I didn't let you buy cakes and eat. I didn't expect to see you today, it would be like that."
He looked at the palm where the snack was still placed just now, as if he was facing the honest man who always scolds him for not giving money on credit, scolding him for not doing his job properly and dyeing his hair at a young age, and then he kept selling him the daughter of his daughter. He was so handsome that he could not help laughing. It was as if she could see the girl from the Zhang family blushing and bowing her head when she saw him, speechless. It seems to be vaguely visible, at the foot of Chenghuang Mountain, the smoke curls from the cooking. The family of three still lives happily there.
"Old Zhang, I remember, three days ago... I forgot to give the money again."
The young man raised his head, his sight seemed to condense all things, and his heart was chilling.
Those eyes were as red as blood.
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