The old man in Su Pao listened to the two of them without speaking for a long time, and then asked: "The little friend Lu that the prince said is the Lu Nishang from the Lu family?"
King Xinde was quite proud and said: "The whole Linjiang City is the only one who can be seen, this is Lu Xiaoyou."
The old man in Supao folded his hands and smiled: "It seems that the prince regards this woman as a year-long acquaintance, calling him a little friend, and he naturally appreciates it extremely in his heart."
Hearing this, the King of Sindh couldn't help frowning: "Do you have another opinion?"
The old man in Supao smiled: "If you say Linjiang is No. 1, it doesn't make much sense. After all, Linjiang City is a remote town after all. Even if there is a college here, it is like a spark than Haotian for the vast mainland. But …"
The old man in Su Pao changed his voice: "If you say that there are young talents in the world today, if you are called the first person, there really is a leader in Linjiang City."
"Oh? Talents in the world?" King Xinde said with a scornful look: "I'm afraid you are a bit too big and too arrogant. There is no one in Linjiang City who is better than Xiaoyou Lu."
The old man in Su Pao slowly shook his head without arguing, but said to himself: "If the old man expected it, the most outstanding wizard in the past 100 years, who will one day be famous in the world, will be here, right in front of our eyes. Right next to your little friend Lu... His name is Lu Yu, the second son of the Lu family, and he is known for being foolish in Linjiang City."
"Huh! It's ridiculous!"
"Hehe, the old man looks at people in his life and never makes a mistake."
The Supao old man appeared confident.
And King Sind also refused to give up, shouting loudly: "The old man looks at people and never misses it!"
One smile, one anger, but the smell of gunpowder between the two became stronger and stronger.
Lian Bin was caught in the middle of the two, extremely embarrassed, especially watching them two old people who were nearly two hundred years old together seemed to be gearing up for a close hand-to-hand fight, and was even more frightened, and hurriedly got up and walked to the two of them. In the middle, he said with a bitter face, "When is it, why are you still arguing about who is Linjiang's No. 1 Talent? If this continues, I'm afraid that Linjiang City will be gone, so what else is Linjiang's No. 1 talent? King Xinde, the Lu Nishang you value, or the senior Lu Yu, who you have no basis for thinking that he is not simple, are all on the cusp of the storm now. One is not good... I'm afraid that I will have to wait for their reincarnation to evaluate. "
King Sindh sighed, stood up with some effort, walked to the edge of the tower, and looked through the window. Looking at Lu Qian squatting on the ground with complicated eyes, she suddenly made up her mind and said in a deep voice, "I haven't been active for more than ten years. I don't know if I can protect their whole family."
Lian Bin was taken aback, and hurriedly said: "Don't! You swore a poisonous oath in front of the emperor that you don't need to cultivate for life..."
The king of Sindh sneered, and said with all the vicissitudes of life: "What about poisonous oaths? People who don’t die are those who don’t die. The old man has already lived enough to replace her with my old life. The sale is very cost-effective, and it may be the most profitable business in my life.
Upon hearing this, Lian Bin's eyes twitched violently. To be honest, he didn't understand, he really didn't understand. According to the news, King Xinde and Lu Qian are only related to a poem, and the two have only met each other. But King Sindh would personally ask for his help for her, and even now he is willing to pay for her with his own life. This... Lian Bin could not understand, he regarded this behavior as crazy.
King Sindh was obviously about to do a big fight soon, and he was even eager to try.
But at this time, the Supao old man suddenly said: "The prince is safe and restless, wait a minute."
"In such a situation, do you need to wait any longer? Is it possible that the old man has to wait until the vulgar machete rests on the old man and granddaughter... Ahem, Lu Xiaoyou's neck is on his neck to save someone?!"
"The little son of the Lu family is doing those things. Although I don't understand what he is going to do, he obviously has deep meaning."
The Supao old man seemed to have special confidence in Lu Yu, just like King Xinde's favor for Lu Qian.
"Huh, that's just wasting rice that has become so precious today."
King Xinde said with a sneer, but did not immediately take any action. He was also a little curious about this matter, but he never believed that Lu Yu would solve it.
…
At this time, Lu Yu watched the battle under the city, it was still going on, and it became more and more bloody. Turning his head and glanced at the food bags, each of them had three bags left.
He squinted his eyes and estimated, and then said, "Spread it all out."
With an order, Miyu began to fall again. Gradually, Mi finally rose above the snow water, and a white line appeared on the edge of the city, as if winter came early and there was snow.
The king of Sindh in the distance snorted and sneered: "The idea is good. These victims are making trouble for a bite. Now that they see rice, although it is not enough, it is possible to let them give up fighting. It's a pity... this kind of thinking. It’s too pediatrics. When the war is over, how can a small favor be able to end? Even if the food that can feed the millions of victims is immediately placed in front of them... Hehe, the red-eyed people are afraid that only death can make it. They stop! Although a little clever, the child is ignorant."
Seeing Lu Yu's movements, the old man in Supao actually felt the same way, and his determination was a little shaken.
At this moment, Lu Yu gave another order, and the three hundred soldiers lit torches from the top of the city and threw them onto the rice pile under the city. There were enough torches, and the rice pile was ignited soon.
A scent of roasted rice floated instantly, and the simple taste suddenly made the battlefield under the city a little quieter. Although the fighting remained the same, it was obviously not as strong as it was just now!
King Sindh was startled, then he frowned and thought for a while, nodded and said: "There are cases in the art of war. In the time between two armies confronting each other, cooking broth can disintegrate the enemy's military heart. It is called the'war of taste', which can strengthen one's own strength and destroy it. The morale of the enemy is a kind of trickery. This kid now burns the rice, and uses this burnt smell to make the victims feel hungry, causing the movement to slow down, thereby easing the battle... It is a good method. But... Although it can be alleviated, it still cannot be eliminated. When the rice burns out or turns into a coke smell, this trick will completely fail. By then, it may be more fierce counterattack from the victims. I really don’t know what this is. Smart, or being smart is wronged by smart, huh!"
The old man in Supao listened to King Xinde's remarks and was impatient for a long time. At this time, he sneered: "At least, now he is the only one who can postpone the war, and the rest can only do nothing or talk about it."
"you!"
Wherever the King of Sindh could not hear the sarcasm in his words, he wanted to do it when he was furious. According to the life of the King of Sindh, he could not speak.
But at this moment, the old man in Su Pao looked at the city head with a sudden hehe, stood up and said in confusion, "What does this kid want to do?"