"Where, please, please Huang Huye. There is a teahouse in front of us. We are talking inside." Looking at the old man with a smile on his face, Feng felt a lot more at ease. Encounter, should be able to talk about what results.
"On the mountain road, what you said on behalf of the king just now sounds strange. The old man has been getting along well with your little brother these few days, but he is still not a lobbyist. He has not found a reason to convince me." Huang Wen Hu Da Ma sat there with a golden sword, quite a bit mighty, in sharp contrast with the weak literary Daijun.
"Little Harrier is just a reminder for you. If you really want to make a decision, you have to make your own decision, don't you?" Fengli had no shortage of numbers, and he poured the tea while talking.
Huang Wenhu has walked the rivers and lakes for decades. The doorway of this tea array is naturally familiar. Feng has a five-kui array, five tea cups, three cups on the left and three cups on the right. If you want to break the array, you should put the bottom one on the left. Pick up the back and put it to the right. The Wukui formation was originally for probing purposes. Feng couldn't figure out Huang Wenhu's path, so he asked about it with tea.
Huang Wenhu smiled, first broke the tea array, and then placed a five-to-five plum blossom array with one hand. The four cups of tea occupy the four corners, and the middle cup is absolutely forbidden to drink. Huang Wenhu's meaning is also very clear, you and I are all from the arena, so you should act according to the rules of the arena.
Feng twisted the corner closest to him and drank, and he clicked his finger on the table as a thank you. Huang Wenhu was not polite, and took a cup of tea by himself, but it was the cup opposite Feng. At this time, the tea array was considered broken. Huang Wenhu poured the remaining tea and poured two more cups, but one cup was almost full, and one cup was only half. He took an empty cup and placed three cups as one. Row. This tea is called "loyal and loyal tea." Feng took the half of the cup of tea and drank it before speaking, "Don't be dissatisfied, no profit or loss, no merit, no death, no life." Vague, neither Tang Mengli nor Su Haihar understood it.
Huang Wenhu's New Year has passed, and his life and death has already been broken, but these sixteen characters have aroused his great sympathy. Dissatisfaction means that the tea array has been broken, and neither profit nor loss is Feng's condition for Huang Wenhu. No merit or demerit is Feng's position. Later generations commented that no death and no life alluded to Liang Jun. It has long been a target of public criticism, and there is a life and death situation between the two.
"If you are defeated, wouldn't it be that the entire eastern part will be buried for you?" Huang Wenhu's words are true. If the monarch is defeated, the forces in the eastern part will undergo a major reshuffle. At that time, according to Mr. Liang's character, I don't know how many people will be implicated.
"That said, Huang Huye has been unbearable for so many years, or is he still making a fuss around the word'stable'?" Feng motioned to Su Hai Harrier to pour the tea, "Then Huang Huye wouldn't smell it, under the nest, how could there be no eggs? If you don’t make money for the king, can Lord Huang Hu have a good way to break the deadlock
Huang Wenhu was speechless for a long time, his nose trembled, and he uttered a heavy sentence: "No." He was also helpless. Huang Wenhu seemed to be the No. 1 Eastern Hegemon for so many years, and seemed to have a good relationship with Mr. Liang, but in fact it was nothing more than a cover-up appearance. If it weren't for this, Huang Wenhu's subordinate industries would not say anything about it, and the life of the common people would be even more sad. He Huang Wenhu relied on the old and sold the old, and there was still a bit of a thin face. At least in front of him, Mr. Liang was willing to stay one or two.
"Master Huang Hu probably thought that with this old face and three-point thin noodles, he can maintain the rare stability in the east. As for driving west by himself, later people will be annoying afterwards." Feng said one point. The child doesn't save face, he can see clearly that the old man's feelings for the east are no less than his feelings for City A and Province S. Unfortunately, he blindly seeks stability, and the day when his bargaining chips are exhausted.
"Lord Huang Hu listened to me. I used to want to defend City A. What does the world do to me! To defend a City A, I will still make money on behalf of the king, and I still have my cherish paper, and I still have mine. She." Feng didn't say that name after all, his heartbreak was hard to heal, and his old feelings were hard to disappear. "But in the end I can't hold it! I can't hold City A, can't hold my little side bookstore, can't hold my brother, can't hold my own woman, defense is always the most passive move. So I want to understand. If it can’t be eradicated, this round will never end.” Dai Junchoi became more excited as he said, “His Liang family has a lot of ambitions. It is more than just a city and a province S. He is Mr. Liang’s great-grandfather, grandfather, uncle, nothing. One is not a hero, a hundred years of elites, and the plan is the underground rule of the entire Longshuo! I admire the forbearance of the Liang family, and I also know Mr. Liang’s current goals, so I want a victory! The victory of the unfinished building battle , Not only to destroy Mr. Liang’s forefront position in City A, but also to strangle his few elites. These are the details and it is difficult to shake the roots. I just want people in the world to know, let the people in the east know that he Liang Mr. is also a human! The myth of undefeated for more than ten years of painstaking efforts by the elite was broken by me, and my life was pulled down from the unattainable altar. From then on, Mr. Liang is only one person!" The more Feng said, the more excited he could not help standing When he got up, his thin body burst into an astonishing momentum.
"Huang Huye is worried that I will fail. Yes, I may fail. But what about the failure? I have already taken the hardest step. I have defeated Mr. Liang! From that moment on, Dai Junchi was not I am alone, Feng. I am all the capable people in the world. I have given them courage and confidence! What does it matter if a monarch is defeated? I am down, and you, you are down, and They!" Feng didn't know why he had said so much to Huang Wenhu today, maybe it was the inspiration that the sun on the top of Mount Tai brought him, or the inspiration of Taishan's theory. At this moment, Feng felt very strange. It seemed that he had seen through a barrier that had been invisible, and what he showed before his eyes was already a whole new world.
Huang Wenhu also had an illusion. It seemed that he was no longer the young man standing in front of him, not the Dai Junchoi. He saw another person, a hero who had influenced him for half his life, Li Wencai. In front of this young man named Feng, there was a vaguely shadow of that person. His words and deeds, his self-confidence, and his arrogance were simply a copy of that person.
Thinking of this festival, Huang Wenhu looked at Dai Juncho, who had already sat down, and asked an irrelevant question: "I know that Li Wencai, the chief general of Thousand Sects, is your teacher, but you did not join Thousand Sects. I want to know this. Why?"
Feng seemed to be a little surprised by this question. He looked at Huang Wenhu suspiciously, "Yes Huang Hu has seen my teacher?"
"I once had a fate for one side, and the words of the respected teacher made me use it for life." Huang Wenhu mentioned Li Wencai with a look of admiration.
"The teacher once had the idea of letting me continue to be the chief general of a thousand sects, but later gave up due to various reasons. I will not repeat the details here, except that the teacher left a sentence before his death:'The pious way is not the way, the thousand sects are not the way.' Master Huang Hu understands?" After Feng said these words, Huang Wenhu seemed to understand.
"The thirty-six innings?" Huang Wenhu seemed to know the Qianmen very well. These thirty-six innings were the core of the chief generals of the Qianmen, and they were also the spiritual system that has been passed down by the Qianmen for thousands of years.
"It's all in my heart." Feng regained his confident and indifferent smile.