Such words, only Zhongli Shangxian can say it, and only he can say it.
A trace of pain appeared on Zhan Xiongfei's tired face, and he said: "I have always regarded him as my son, even trusting him more than my own son, but now I have to doubt him, because there are some things other than him. It really didn’t seem like anyone else could do it.”
It is indeed a very painful thing to doubt a person who is closest to and trusts oneself!
Zhongli Shangxian had no expression on his face and said indifferently: "Xiong Fei, where did your courage go? Just a doubt, you can make a move and wipe out the roots! If you are hindered by years of love, I can do it for you, Let you no longer doubt him." His tone was firm, and Zhan Xiongfei instantly understood what he meant.
In this world, only the dead are not suspected.
After a long time, Zhan Xiongfei said slowly: "When I adopted him back then, you were indeed against it strongly, and even asked Huangfu Jingde to kill the grass and root it out..."
"I know he will be a disaster sooner or later!" Zhongli Shangxian said lightly.
"But then I remembered that you still have the heart to let that girl Lingqing marry him as his wife..."
Zhongli Shangxian sighed quietly, and said: "If I hadn't suspected him... I would still let him be my son-in-law. But I know that the great responsibility of the world rests on your shoulders, and there must be no suspicious person by your side." Existence, the Golden Eagle is like this, and so is everyone else... "
While speaking, his eyes drifted away, and fell on Wei Yue who was whispering to his family in the distance...
Zhan Xiongfei was taken aback for a moment, and said, "Why, you even suspect Old Wei?"
Zhongli Shangxian sighed, and said: "I tried many times along the way, and he firmly insisted that that boy Yinying had evil intentions and intentions towards his daughter, and he also firmly insisted that Yu'er's death was inseparable from Yinying... But that boy back then You and I still remember the incident. In order to protect you and me, that fledgling boy was ripped off half of his face by the scouts of the Beidi Golden Wolf Guard. That's it, we didn't tell our whereabouts. Arriving in time, I'm afraid he might lose his life... How could such a loyal subordinate betray us for the sake of women?"
Zhan Xiongfei remained calm and slowly paced in place.
He has unsolvable afflictions and pains in his heart, and he will keep walking back and forth.
Zhongli Shangxian has known him for decades, of course he knows his habit, and also knows that once he appears in such a state of thinking, he does not want to be disturbed at all, and at the same time he will make the final decision and judgment.
After a long time, Zhan Xiongfei stopped and asked, "What are you going to do?"
"It's very simple." Zhongli Shangxian said lightly, "Call the Golden Eagle back!"
Summoning the golden eagle back, depriving the military power, life and death will be completely in the hands of Zhongli Shangxian, so that the harm can be minimized, when the time comes, even if it is due to affection, it is better to imprison him than to turn his face directly.
If he doesn't come back, his betrayal will undoubtedly be confirmed. At that time, it is only necessary to announce to the world that the army that originally belonged to the Eagle King will inevitably be dispersed. At that time, he can be assassinated in the camp by choosing a master.
Although Zhongli Shangxian's proposition is simple, it is an out-of-the-box solution.
As night fell, someone lit a torch on the ship on the distant river, but on this small hill, everyone has been melted into the dark shadow, only the eagle king's eyes are still sharp.
After a moment's pause, he turned around abruptly and issued a brief order.
"Go find the Golden Eagle!"
With this order issued, it seemed that no matter whether the Golden Eagle came or not, it was destined to go on the road of no return.
Zhongli Shangxian's heart relaxed, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
But in the dark night, no one noticed that the curvature of Eagle King's mouth seemed to be pulled...
…
It is still the old Huotou's mutton restaurants all over the world.
Ye Qingxuan was surrounded by the fire, with a pot of tea beside him, a knife in his hand, and a recently broken peach branch with branches and leaves, which he was slowly and carefully peeling off.
Seriously, like a lonely old man.
Even older than Situ Mingqing...
Li Daozong left.
According to Ye Qingxuan's instructions, he disguised himself as him, and would attack near Jiangling Mansion to snatch a few tokens of the martial arts conference, pretending that he was in another place.
The other two killers besides him also arrived.
The young man is still hanging on the same look, with a toothpick stuck in his mouth, with a look of endless aftertaste. Anyone who sees it will know that what he is thinking about is not food, but a beautiful woman.
Yixianhong was slightly injured, a bloodstain on his chest almost cut him in half, but it was obvious that he was still alive and still capable of fighting, so his enemy was naturally dead, completely dead.
Ye Qingxuan followed the rules of this business, and didn't ask who the two were assassinating, in case there were some friends he knew among them, who couldn't stand it and killed them both.
In order to suppress his curiosity, and also for the next assassination, at this time, he was sharpening his sword wholeheartedly.
A four-foot-three-inch mahogany stick will become a four-foot-three-inch long mahogany sword.
Old Huotou recounted the goal and action plan for the next game, as well as all the news he could provide.
Ye Qingxuan turned a deaf ear to it and only cared about his sword.
The blade is extremely fast, and his blade is extremely stable.
No one could see that a killer would look like an old carpenter with decades of experience, with such a pair of stable hands.
The wooden stick was gradually cut into shape, and it really was the shape of a sword.
The four-foot-three-inch peach wood was cut into a four-foot-two-inch long sword, with a blade and a hilt, but no sword...
Ye Qingxuan caressed the edge of the sword lightly, the fire flickered on his face, and there was a strange expression on his face.
Who can't see that's excitement? Is it sad? Still feeling
But no one can't see his state at this time, that is extremely pious.
Devotion to the sword.
The young swordsman watched Ye Qingxuan sharpen his sword intently, and finally he couldn't help laughing, and asked, "Is this your weapon? Do you really want to use it for the next mission?"
"Why not?" Ye Qingxuan replied lightly.
laugh-
There was a long and fine sound of broken wood, and the knife in Ye Qingxuan's hand cut off a piece of wood from the peach wood from the beginning to the end, as if the hard peach wood was only made of straw paper, and the piece of wood was cut The falling wooden strips have no change in thickness, as if they were cut by a machine, and they are so accurate and uniform.
The young man suddenly felt a little hard to breathe, and couldn't help swallowing with difficulty.
"Good swordsmanship." Yi Yihong, who had been silent all this time, suddenly sighed.
The young man took a look at the injury on the other party's body, snorted coldly, and said mockingly: "It seems...you are more capable than me..."
If he is more capable than him, how can he be injured
With a cold face, Yixian Hong raised the flagon in his hand and drank it down in one gulp.