Du Mu was shut out outside the Black Banner Army camp. As he expected, Fang Xie, the commander of the Black Banner Army, had no intention of seeing him at all. In fact, he had thought of this since he left the city. Any negotiation requires two prerequisites. First, both parties can gain certain benefits in the negotiation. Second, both sides have capital that can threaten each other.
Du Mu was able to persuade the other city owners to protect Jin'an together because they met these two conditions.
But facing the Black Banner Army, he had no confidence at all. The opponent's powerful army is just outside the city. At this time, the opponent may not be interested in talking about anything other than immediately opening the door and surrendering. The tens of thousands of people in the Black Banner Army took turns spitting on the city gate, and they could disgust the soldiers guarding the gate to death.
After standing outside the Black Banner Army camp for a long time, he could only sigh deeply and turn back. As for what Fang Jie asked to tell him, it was just a joke. The other party was just having fun with 20,000 lotus leaf chickens in two days.
There is a small river not far from the north of Jin'an City. The widest part is less than four meters, and the narrowest part is only about two meters. Anyone with a little flexibility can jump across it. There is a wooden bridge on the small river, which has been around for many years, and it looks precarious and may collapse at any time.
The wooden bridge flows, and there are weeping willows on both sides. Although the small river bridge is broken, it still looks unique. If those poets who are full of coquettish taste see it, they will definitely recite a few lines of colorful words.
This small river doesn't even have a name, but there are many fish in the river. If there were no black flag army to press down on the border, many people in the city would be fishing by the river.
Du Mu walked back with two entourages with frustrated faces. Du Mu was always thinking about how he should fulfill Ning Hao's confession. But no matter how you think about it, there is no certainty.
When he was approaching the river, he suddenly smelled a scent, raised his head and looked forward, and saw a young man in white clothes fishing by the river, with a fishing rod by his side, and a wildfire burning beside him. , grilling a fat catfish. The fragrance floated over from there, and the smell actually increased people's appetite.
Out of curiosity, Du Mu couldn't help but scrutinized the young man in white. Because his back was facing away, he couldn't see his face, but it could be seen from his attire that this person was young. Occasionally, when she turned sideways to flip the grilled fish, the lines of that profile face were beautiful without a single blemish.
Looking at the clothes on his body, you can tell that the price is expensive, and the wine bag next to him looks like an ordinary product, but the gemstone the size of a pigeon egg inlaid on it is absolutely extraordinary, the brilliance reflected in the sun is stinging People's eyes are a little sore.
Jin'an City is not big, and Du Mu knows all the important people in the city, so he is sure that this young master is by no means a native of Jin'an, and the one who dares to fish safely under the iron hooves of the Black Banner Army at this time is naturally not an ordinary person.
"You go back first."
Du Mu gave an order, but for some reason, he really wanted to go over and have a few words with that young master.
Maybe it's because the grilled fish is too sweet, maybe it's because the young man is too busy.
"I'm bothering you sir, since I passed by and smelled the smell of fish, I can't move anymore, I hope you don't blame me."
When Du Mu approached, he bent down and saluted.
The young man in white didn't look back, and said softly: "It's fate to meet each other, besides, the water here is beautiful and the fish is fat, I can't eat so much by myself, please sit down."
Du Mu was not polite, and sat down opposite the young man in white, curious about the young man's whereabouts and appearance from a distance, but after sitting down, Du Mu was so embarrassed that he didn't know how to speak. For a person who is good at eloquence, this is really unbelievable.
Du Mu forced himself to think, and then he was sure that it was because the young man's demeanor was too aggressive, so he didn't dare to speak. Especially sitting face to face like this, he didn't dare to look at that young master's face. Du Mu is not someone who has never seen the world, at least he has seen many city lords in Nanyan, and he can feel the aura of aloofness in those big men. But this young man is different.
He obviously felt that this person was very gentle and natural, yet felt that he was separated from him by a whole world.
out of reach.
The demeanor of this young man is not domineering, nor is it noble and gorgeous. Du Mu can't tell whether he can figure it out, but the only thing he knows is the word distance.
"Where is sir from?"
Du Mu hesitated for a while before asking.
"forget."
The young man in white's answer is very simple but not perfunctory, because he really thought about it seriously before answering: "I like rafting by nature, and I will linger wherever the scenery is attractive. Whether it is the magnificent beauty of mountains and rivers, or small bridges and flowing water The beauty of jasper always makes me stop. But I just want to find a place, and I forget what that place looks like or even its name."
Du Mu was taken aback, thinking how could there be such a person
"Are you from this city?"
The boy in white asked.
"yes."
Du Mu nodded: "I grew up in Jin'an since I was a child."
"Well, why don't you go?"
The boy in white continued to ask.
"I can't bear it."
Du Mu replied.
"good."
The young man in white nodded: "As long as a person still has reluctance in his heart, he is not a wicked person."
"What are you doing here, sir?"
Du Mu asked.
"Let's see a villain... Everyone says he is a villain, but if you don't see it with your own eyes, you still don't believe it. There are many people in this world who are called villains, but there are very few who can truly be called villains."
Du Mu's heart moved, and he felt that he knew who he was talking about. So he couldn't help but turn his head to look at the Black Banner Army camp, only to find a black and white shadow approaching like lightning. His heart began to beat wildly involuntarily, and he suddenly realized that he was very likely to be involved in some great event. At this moment, he felt that he was already dead, and it was his soul floating here watching and waiting for the story that was about to happen.
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The white lion stopped by the river and squinted at the young man in white who was fishing. Its eyes seem to be very puzzled, as if it is not sure of its own judgment. It stopped at a distance from the river, and then looked there from a distance, pacing back and forth a little uneasy.
Fang Jie got off the white lion's back, stretched out his hand and gently stroked its forehead a few times. The white lion raised his head to look at him, and Fang Jie smiled with the corners of his mouth raised.
"Stay here."
He said, and then walked towards the river.
Du Mu had never met Fang Jie, but when he saw the white lion and the iconic black robe, he knew who he was. So his heart, which was already beating and almost squeezed out of his throat, became even more excited, so that he even felt a little difficult to breathe.
The prince opposite him was dressed in white clothes like snow, while Fang Jie's black robe was like ink.
These two people, if viewed individually, are both handsome and handsome young men, but when they are together, they are so distinct.
"The honey juice is a little too much."
This is Fang Jie's first sentence.
The young man in white couldn't help smiling, then pointed to the grass beside him: "Please sit down."
Fang Jie sat down cross-legged, and naturally stretched out his hand to flip the grilled fish. Sitting next to the two of them, Du Mu always felt that he was like a drop of ink accidentally dropped in a perfect painting carefully drawn by a great master, looking like a fish. So superfluous, it completely destroys the artistic conception that this painting should have.
If there are only two people in this painting, black and white, it will be perfect.
So he shut up, bowed his head, didn't look, didn't speak.
He tried his best to minimize his influence on this artistic conception, but he couldn't stop his heart beating wildly. He didn't know who the young man in white was, but since he was able to sit face to face with Fang Jie like this, it meant that this person's background must be amazing.
Fang Jie didn't know who the young man in white was. Just as he was about to rest in the barracks, the white lion Hundou suddenly became agitated and looked to the south warily. Fang Jie knows the ability of the white lion, and he will not be afraid even if he faces the great practitioner, the white lion, because it has unparalleled speed and can escape from any danger. But Fang Jie could tell that the white lion's reaction was a little scared and worried.
If it didn't threaten the safety of the white lion, why would it be so disturbed
Therefore, Fang Xie knew that someone of great importance must have arrived.
Since going south, it has been a long time since I met a great person.
Seeing that the fish was ripe, Fang Jie took it off and handed it to Du Mu: "Are you Du Mu from Jin'an City?"
Du Mu hastily saluted: "It's just that I have seen the father-in-law."
"You are well informed."
Fang Jie smiled, picked up the second fish in the bucket and began to scale it. Du Mu hurriedly said with a smile: "Since you have something to ask for from the Lord, you must first understand the Lord."
"Very rough."
The young man in white took a look at Fang Jie and couldn't help but shook his head and sighed slightly: "Skin removal like this will ruin the fish skin and damage the quality of the meat. No matter how strong the roasting technique is, it will inevitably damage the taste."
The sharp golden aura in Fang Jie's hand was faintly visible, and he quickly picked up a fish. The white-clothed boy said again with regret: "What a waste!"
Fang Jie glanced at him: "It's so hypocritical."
The young man in white was slightly taken aback, looked at Fang Jie and asked, "Why do you say hypocritical?"
Fang Jie said indifferently: "You say I'm rough and rough, and you say I waste my inner strength, isn't that hypocritical? No matter how badly the fish is damaged, it's still fish, and it's impossible to smell like shit. Practicing inner strength is just for convenience. So whether it is used to kill people or to clean up fish, it is all used to the best of its ability, so you are hypocritical."
The young man in white smiled: "You really are a villain."
Fang Jie didn't deny it, and turned to look at Du Mu: "Go and wait in my camp, you are so lucky to be dead today, it may be useful to keep you."
The young man in white asked, "How did you know that I would kill him?"
But Du Mu immediately got up, turned around and ran to the north without even turning his head.
"No."
Fang Jie shook his head: "If he doesn't leave, I will kill him."
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The young man in white looked at the ripples bouncing round and round on the surface of the water, but he didn't stop. Fang Jie didn't continue to grill the second fish either, with a dignified look on his face.
"Since you are afraid, why did you come?"
The boy in white asked.
Fang Jie said: "Curiosity is like eating spicy food. I know that I will be constipated the next day after eating it, but I still can't help it."
The young man in white didn't seem to care about the vulgarity in Fang Jie's words, and shook his head: "The most addicted to spicy food can't poop, and the addicted to curiosity may die."
"Um."
Fang Jie looked at him and said earnestly: "Although I don't know who you are, and I don't know where you came from, there is a sentence that I have been refraining from saying since just now... Will you die if you don't pretend? You are the one who lured me Come here, and now pretend to be inscrutable, very disgusting, really."
The young man in white still didn't get angry, but smiled instead: "You're wrong... I didn't put on an air, I'm really high and unpredictable."
He glanced back at the white lion Huntan, and then looked at Fang Jie: "Aren't you just pretending? It looks like you came alone, but in fact there are six of you."
"I didn't pretend either."
Fang Jie said: "If there are more masters around me, I will have more. Six... not many."
The young man in white couldn't help pointing to the north: "It's enough to bring six masters, and there are at least five hundred people holding firearms and ready at any time. Don't you think that kind of thing is useful? Five hundred soldiers are waiting for you." Forget it, there are at least thousands of cavalry waiting in full force, and a round of feathered arrows can block this river... How afraid of death are you?"
Fang Xie took it for granted, "I am such a decisive man."