The Zhong family's twins are born exactly alike, but there are still differences when you look closely. The corners of Zhong Youyu's eyes are raised, while Zhong Wumo's are slightly lowered, which is also related to their temperaments. Today's Zhong family brothers are still immature, obviously they haven't learned how to control their emotions, their emotions are written all over their faces.
Zhong Wumo tugged on his brother's sleeve, reminding him not to get excited. Only then did Zhong Youyu come back to his senses, and raised his hand to salute Shen Qirui, "Father is in seclusion and cannot welcome each other. I hope Shibo will forgive me."
"It's okay, it's just a pity that we can't drink with Changye!" Shen Qirui laughed and talked with Zhong Suifeng into the main hall.
Shen Lou and the Zhong brothers stood still, "Would you like to buy me a cup of tea?"
"After drinking so much medicine, you still have stomach for tea?" Zhong Youyu said strangely, then turned around and led Shen Lou to the courtyard where their brothers lived.
"But what happened to Uncle Zhong?" Shen Lou still remembered the promise he made to Lin Xin before going out, letting him follow every step of the way, even holding his little hand when going up the steps. But the child couldn't sit still, he let go of his hands as soon as he stood still, and looked around curiously.
Hearing this, Zhong Youyu's expression became even uglier, and he blurted out: "How do you know?"
Shen Lou looked at Zhong Youyu leisurely, with an inscrutable look.
Zhong Youyu couldn't hold back anymore, "I knew that uncle was a bad guy, so I told him not to tell you! Something happened to my father, and the house was in chaos. Uncle said he wanted to find your father to discuss countermeasures. You Come join in the fun!" As he spoke, his eyes turned red.
Sure enough, the century-old wine is a cover. Shen Lou already understood what happened, her thin lips gradually pursed into a straight line.
Lin Xin was not interested in the big things these children said, and leaned against the wall to tease cats and dogs, so it wouldn't be a big problem.
A green-haired red-billed parrot stood on a gold wire shelf in the porch, shaking its head idly. Lin Xin picked up a small branch and poked its buttocks. The parrot was not very happy and yelled at him: "Can't you get fox fur?"
Hehe, Lin Xin found it interesting, threw away the branch and flicked the bird's head with his fingers, "What fox fur?"
"There's not enough tiger fur, won't you use fox fur?" The parrot scolded him angrily.
Zhong Youyu blushed immediately upon hearing this, "Shut up, idiot!"
The parrot took two steps on the shelf and replied, "Bah!"
Zhong Youyu was so angry that he rolled up his sleeves and wanted to catch the parrot and teach him a lesson. The parrot yelled loudly: "Can't you get fox fur? Bah!"
"Hahaha..." Lin Xin couldn't help laughing.
The Zhong family is known as the House of Crouching Tigers, and when their children reach the age of fifteen, they all go to the mountains to hunt a tiger to prove their bravery. The white tiger fur on the collar is the symbol of crouching tiger. In his previous life, Lin Xin used this to laugh at his family. After all, there are very few white tigers in the world, and the Zhong family has many children. Presumably they all dyed the yellow-spotted tiger skin white for use. I didn't expect to use fox fur to make up for it!
It was only then that Zhong Youyu noticed that Shen Lou's little follower, a child with delicate features, was a little thin, "Who is this?"
"My father's new disciple, Ashin." Shen Lou beckoned Lin Xin over and greeted the Zhong brothers.
Lin Xin met Li obediently, opened his clear and innocent eyes and asked in a low voice, "Is the one on the Zhong family's collar a tiger fur or a fox fur?"
This was still thinking about the homework assigned by Shen Lou, the three older children around heard the child's self-conscious whisper. Zhong Youyu looked disheveled, and lifted Shen Lou's shoulder, "Who did this kid learn from, and why does he owe so much?"
Shen Lou fended off the paw that was trying to snap Lin Xin's head, "He just learned to write, so he can't tell the difference between a tiger and a fox."
"..."
Young people's emotions came and went quickly, and within a few words, Zhong Youyu returned to his usual attitude towards Shen Lou, and no longer accused him of watching jokes for no reason, but his smile was still a bit forced.
"What happened to Uncle Zhong?" Shen Lou asked Zhong Youyu in a low voice.
Zhong Youyu hesitated for a moment, and was about to speak, but was preempted by his taciturn younger brother, "Father, it will take a few years to retreat."
People who cultivate immortals will retreat for a while when encountering bottlenecks or sudden feelings. But now that the two sons are young, and the younger brother can't be counted on, will Zhong Changye choose to retreat for a few years at this time? Another possibility is that Zhong Changye was accidentally injured and needs to be recuperated.
Shen Lou didn't ask any more questions.
The atmosphere on Mount Mogui is very different from Huanxinghai. The Zhong family has a strict hierarchy, and the seniority is distinguished according to the number of black stripes on the collar. A mortal slave must kneel down and salute when he sees an immortal.
Lin Xin followed Shen Lou to the vestibule, and the mortals on the corridor kneeled in a row.
On the day of the Autumn Tribute, Mo Guishan was going to hold a banquet, and adults from thousands of households in the Western Regions were bustling in the front courtyard. The food and drink had already been put on the table, and there were mortal dancers in thin clothes, dancing to the sound of silk and bamboo.
Shen Qirui followed Zhong Suifeng to the main seat with a normal expression, greeted the ministers of the Western Regions, and said with a smile: "I can't be alone, I'm greedy for drinking, I came to taste the century-old wine of Moguishan, I don't want to meet Qiu Gong, so I ask you all. "
The subjects even said they didn't dare, and after taking their seats, they all took a sneak peek at this unusual Lord of the Northern Territory. Xuan Guogong Shen Qirui is straightforward and informal, and seems to be much easier to get along with than Zhong Changye, who is not expressive.
The wine that has been stored in the cellar for a hundred years is opened, and the rich aroma of the wine is like a honeycomb that has fallen into the water, bursting in an instant and stretching for ten miles.
"I have admired the name of the Duke of the Kingdom for a long time, and Wu Zhaoyang, a subject of thousands of households, respected the Duke Xuan of the Kingdom." A middle-aged man with a deer glass sword on his waist raised a wine glass and came forward to toast. He is one of Zhong Changye's most valued subjects.
Shen Qirui recognized this person, held up the wine cup to bump into him.
Everyone weighed their identities, and the prestigious Wanhu or attendants were all ready to go up and toast. Originally, those who are slightly inferior can respect the son, but whether it is Shen Lou or Zhong Youyu, they are not as good as fifteen, and they are not allowed to drink alcohol, so they are exempted from this entertainment.
"Is that the son of Duke Xuan? He really is a handsome young man with a dignified appearance."
"I heard that he can wield a sword at the age of seven, he is a genius born in the Shen family."
"It's not just the Shen family. Looking at the entire Dayong, there is no one with higher qualifications than him. It's just that he has been weak in the past two years, and he didn't even participate in the hunt in Xianchi last year."
"I heard that he is too sick to hold a sword, Duke Xuan has thought of changing his son."
"Huiji will be hurt, and being famous at a young age may not be a good thing."
Everyone sneaked a glance at the handsome Shen Lou, and whispered about this legendary eldest son, all of them seemed to be descendants of the Shen family, knowing better than themselves.
While stuffing something into his mouth, Lin Xin listened intently to the discussions, and just as he was listening with enthusiasm, he suddenly burst into applause.
Several tall and burly guards stepped forward and removed the red carpet where the dancers danced. There is a traditional program in Qiugong. The immortals from each family come to the stage and compete with swords without deer glass. Zhong Changye didn't attend, and the one who attended was the lord of another domain who didn't care about them. The subordinates relaxed a lot and clamored to win the prize.
Wu Wanhu, who had just toasted the toast, put down ten egg-sized deer glasses on the silver plate of the wine cup with a bang, "I'll go out first, and you can do whatever you want." When the voice fell, a young man beside Wu Wanhu People jumped onto the platform,
"Hey, Broken Sword Wu Yue!" Someone immediately called out the young man's name. This person is a master of the Wu family's town house, and his title is Broken Sword, because he has the unique skill of breaking people's weapons with a sword.
It was a very energetic young man, with thick eyebrows and tiger eyes, and his eyes were brilliant. As soon as this person came out, each family became more cautious, and ordered their masters to fight.
"Wu Wanhu, you are not kind. You come up with a broken swordsman. Why do you want me to wait?" Someone who knew Wu Wanhu joked.
"If you don't dare to come out, take Luli!" Wu Wanhu stretched out his hand to ask for it, but the other party dodged it with a smile. Even so, there are still people fighting.
Broken Sword Wu Yue cupped his hands with a smile, revealing a pointed canine tooth. When the opponent saw his appearance, his nervousness was greatly reduced, and he rushed forward with his sword.
Wu Yue stood still at the same spot, waiting for the moment when the opponent came up to him, he suddenly drew his sword and slashed down at an extremely tricky angle, only to hear a crisp "click", and the opponent's sword broke in response. Within three strokes, the winner is already divided.
"Good sword." Lin Xin couldn't help applauding, and Wu Wanhu accepted the other Patriarch's deer glass with a smile.
"The sword with deer glass usually has an empty heart, which is used to guide spiritual power. The point three inches away from the hilt is the weakest. This person wins because he draws the sword faster." Shen Lou whispered in Lin Xin's ear. soundtrack.
Lin Xin glanced sideways at him, feeling very nostalgic for this arrogant tone. When Shen Qingque was young, his aptitude was extraordinary, and his instructors always told the truth without mercy, even telling the truth about other people's unique skills, which offended many people, and he didn't know how to restrain himself until he was twenty years old.
Shen Lou didn't know that his words of "teaching children seriously" would become "young and frivolous" in Lin Xin's ears.
The martial arts competition on the stage was still going on, even a few people were broken by Wu Yue's iron sword within ten moves. Whether it's a mortal or a fairy, they can't help being overly excited when they encounter a gambling game, and the banquet is full of excitement for a while.
"This subordinate is not talented, and wants to challenge the master of the Zhong family." After another sword break, Wu Yue rushed to the superior Zhong Suifeng and cupped his hands.
Challenge the masters of the Zhong family, and if you win, you can get a generous reward. People who have won several games in a row in the past will make such a request.
In the past, the head of the family, Zhong Changye, was the master. Zhong Suifeng didn't call the name. After a moment of being at a loss, he called a name casually: "Zhong Lu!"
"Uncle!" Zhong Youyu couldn't stop him in time, and watched a tall Zhong family member with a horizontal scar walk up to the stage, with a bad expression on his face.
Everyone in the audience gasped, and Wu Wanhu turned pale on the spot, "Xiao Yue, we admit defeat."
"This person is Zhong Changye's attendant." Shen Lou explained without noticing Lin Xin's suddenly tense back.
"He was born in a thousand families. When he was a child, he was pushed down a steep slope by his stepmother and broke his statue. He was picked up by my grandfather and changed his surname to Zhong. He has been with my father since then." Zhong Youyu didn't want to pay attention to his uncle who talked nonsense, so he followed Shen Lou coaxed the child, whispering the origin of the bell in Lin Xin's ear.
Lin Xin naturally recognized Zhong Lu, and he would never forget the horizontal scar from the cracked eyebrow bone to the bridge of the nose. This person is not just Zhong Changye's attendant, he is Zhong Changye's mad dog. He narrowly escaped death at the hands of this person twice, and often turned his head in Zhao Jian's arms to meet Shang Zhonglu's ferocious and bloodthirsty face. I still remember the temperature of Zhao Jian's plasma when his arm was severed. In my childhood nightmares, most of them were this scarred face.
Shouldn't Zhong Lu be looking for his traces everywhere at this time? How could it appear at the Zhong family's autumn tribute banquet? Lin Xin's hands and feet were a little cold, it was because he was too careless, many things in this life were different, and the experience of the previous life didn't work at all!
It's just a small show on Qiu Gong, Zhong Suifeng actually asked Zhong Lu to take action, it's really a bit of a fuss. Zhong Suifeng also seemed to feel that something was wrong with his decision, and looked at Shen Qirui for help.
Shen Qirui waved his hand to signal that it's okay, everyone in the Western Regions knows how powerful this Zhonglu is, and Wu Wanhu has already conceded defeat, so nothing will happen.
"Please." Wu Yue on the stage didn't seem to hear the Patriarch's words, and raised his hand to signal Zhong Lu to make a move, and everyone was in an uproar.
Zhong Lu held a black broken sword and raised his head expressionlessly. Before Wu Wanhu could persuade him again, he had already stepped on the ground with one foot and jumped up. The wooden high platform made an unbearable muffled sound, Zhong Lun's whole body was like a sharp sword, and he quickly and ruthlessly took Wu Yue's head straight.
"咚咚咚" made more than a dozen moves in the air in an instant, so fast that there were only afterimages left, hitting each other heavily.
"Ah—" someone in the audience screamed. The moment the two collided, Zhong Lu had already cut off Wu Yue's head and held it in his hand. On that young face, there was still the excitement of competing with a master. smile. The headless body maintained the movement of drawing the sword, and fell straight on the stage, making a dull "dong" sound.
Zhong Suifeng got up abruptly, "Zhong Lu, I told you to compete, why did you kill someone?"
"Lun, he can only kill." Zhong Lu threw the head on the ground, raised his head, and looked straight at Lin Xin who was behind the short couple.
The author has something to say: Small theater:
Xinxin: Afraid QAQ
Lou Lou: Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, I will protect you
Xinxin: Then you protect me, and I will crush his soul
Lou Lou: Okay... Huh
Parrot: Bah!