At the beginning, the little prince Beili and his mother were crazy about each other.

The old man was very happy.

But facing Wuxin's compliment, Eunuch Jinxian shook his head and pointed to the sky: "The eunuch is the one in the palace who can be called the eunuch."

Wuxin smiled and changed his title, but his attitude was still respectful: "Eunuch Jinxian."

However, Jinxian still didn't buy it, and said lightly: "I'm a little uncomfortable with your respect. Where is the evil monk in white who drank with me that year?"

The two obviously knew each other before, and Xiao Se couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Wuxin shook his head, looking calm: "That year you came to drink with me, but this time you came to arrest me, the two are completely different."

"I have to obey the order from the palace, but I can still save your life." After Jinxian finished speaking, he slowly leaned towards Wuxin.

"Xiao Se, don't they know each other? Why does that person want to arrest Wuxin?" Lei Wujie poked his head out, a little confused.

"You ask me, how do I know?" Xiao Se replied unhappily.

"Don't you call yourself a Jianghu know-it-all? You don't even know this." Lei Wujie looked down on him.

"You put that accusation on me!" Xiao Se couldn't help but curse.

If it were normal, the bickering between the two would definitely make Xiao Ruolin feel interesting.

This time, Xiao Ruolin couldn't laugh. Seeing Eunuch Jin Xuan, he couldn't help but recall his childhood memories.

At that time, he was free and unrestrained. He either acted like a spoiled child in his mother's arms or sneaked out of the palace all day, causing his mother to scold him for a while.

But no matter what, in the end, the queen mother would forgive him, and then take him to bathe and wash off all the mud on his body.

This made him, a young man who loved to grow flowers, extremely shy. How free and unrestrained the days were back then...

Xiao Ruolin leaned against the pillar and recalled his childhood.

He didn't know that his desire for family affection came from nine lifetimes of loneliness.

He only knew that the days with his queen mother were the happiest times of his life.

Because his mother's love for him warmed his life.

He wanted to go home and see his mother, he really wanted to...

Wuxin waved his sleeves and smiled faintly: "People from Xueyue City, Wushuang City, and Jiulong Temple came to see me along the way. Every one of them said that they would not kill me. What you said seems to be no different from them."

"I am different from them..." Jin Xuan shook his head gently, then grasped the hilt of the sword, and said in a cold voice: "If I can't take you away this time, I will kill you without hesitation!"

Wuxin's mouth corners rose, and before he could speak, Wang Rensun, who was carrying the ring knife, took the lead and stepped forward, pointing the long knife directly at Jinxian.

He frowned and said sharply: "Eunuch Jinxian, don't go too far. If you want to do it, ask me first!"

"Oh?" Jinxian smiled and looked at him with interest: "It's interesting to stand up for him with your identity."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Wang Rensun shouted angrily.

He swung the broken sword and turned around. The sharp sword force cut a crack in the air and chopped Jinxian.

But suddenly, his hand that swung the sword stopped in mid-air, because a white-robed monk appeared a few centimeters away from the sword.

"You...you..." Wang Rensun's body trembled slightly, and his expression was a little surprised.

"Why..." Wuxin sneered and said without turning his head: "This time, can't you cut it down?"

Wang Rensun's body trembled violently. Wuxin's words hit his heart directly. He took a few steps back and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

"Eunuch Jinxian came to see me. As for our business, we will talk about it later." Wuxin turned his head slightly, looking at Wang Rensun with an indescribable meaning.

Wang Rensun lowered his head with a decadent look, not daring to look at him.

After sending Wang Rensun away, Wuxin looked at Eunuch Jinxian and made a move: "Please draw your sword, eunuch."

"Okay!" Jinxian chuckled, and then he slowly pulled out the sword.

When the long sword was unsheathed, everyone around felt a bone-chilling cold, as if falling into an ice cellar.

I saw that long sword, the sword body was full of frost, and even the air condensed instantly where the sword pointed.

Seeing the sword, Lei Wujie suddenly realized, and he exclaimed: "I remember it!"

The left hand is a killer, and the right hand is compassionate.

With a sword, the wind and snow withered.

The Buddha beads were gently twisted, and the soul was destroyed and flew away.

This man was not only a eunuch in the court, but also the famous Fengxue Sword Master Shen Jingzhou in the rivers and lakes back then.

Soon, Wuxin started fighting with Eunuch Jinxian. Lei Wujie was anxious and wanted to rush forward to help.

Because in his eyes, Wuxin, no matter how powerful he was, he would be a master of the sword.

It is impossible to beat the Fengxue Sword that was famous in the martial arts world.

What shocked Lei Wujie was that Jinxian had already drawn his sword, but Xiao Se was dancing there.

"Has Wuxin monk given up completely? He suddenly danced in front of him. Is he trying to disgust him to death?" Lei Wujie said anxiously.

"This monk is really evil!" Xiao Se frowned and turned his back.

Seeing Lei Wujie still staring at him stupidly, he stretched out his hand to cover his eyes and cursed: "You idiot, what are you talking about? Look!"

Lei Wujie pulled his hand away and asked puzzledly: "What's wrong?"

"The monk danced the secret magic of the devil dance, which was created by eight witches. It is extremely charming. When the dance is perfect, even if there is a deep abyss in front of him, people who are trapped in the dance dare to jump down." Xiao Se pulled his hand to cover his eyes again.

Lei Wujie was confused, and he pulled Xiao Se's hand away again. Facing the reactions of the crowd, he was a little confused.

Because the dance seemed to be nothing but beautiful?

Seeing that he was still looking at it stupidly, Xiao Se quickly stole a glance. It didn't matter if he looked at it, he almost sank into it.

He quickly turned his back, saying that he couldn't look at it any more, or he would...

He was still lucky, because the two children were completely immersed in the Wuxin Tianmo Dance.

In their eyes, the eight witches with enchanting means swung their dances, and every dance would make their blood boil, and their whole bodies were hot and restless.

They wanted to rush forward and hug them immediately, and knead them hard. In fact, they were so heavy.

The two children looked about fourteen or fifteen years old, but in the Wuxin dance.

They took off their pants, revealing their little Ding Ding, holding their hands in the air, and didn't know what they were swinging.

The two monks, the old man, and Wang Rensun were also uncomfortable.

Their faces flushed and they gasped, as if they were about to sink into it at any time.

The monk with the sword closed his eyes, chanting the Buddha's name non-stop, his forehead covered with cold sweat, and groaned: "Uncle Master! I can't hold it anymore."

In his ears, all he could hear was the witch's panting, which was extremely tempting.

"If you can't even bear this little temptation, why are you still practicing the sword!"

Wang Rensun cursed, but his face flushed.