The old man's life was full of tricks and tricks, which made people confused. Sometimes, people would only realize it after ten or twenty years. However, the old man rarely told others. Since the person beside him was his daughter, he didn't hide anything. "This time, neither side is clean. For the sake of the overall situation, the loser has to bear the consequences. The bottom line of this assassination was very clear. The son of the Zhao family wouldn't do it himself, and neither would Xu Xiao. As for whether their sons would live or die, it would depend on their luck, schemes, and ruthlessness. However, the Emperor in the capital had an advantage that both sides knew. He had many sons. Even if one of them died, it wouldn't hurt him too much. However, the son of the Zhao family, who was the first to place a piece on the chessboard, obviously didn't expect Beiliang to respond so decisively. Hsu Fengnian personally went to intercept and kill, and many of his deeply rooted spies rose one after another. Otherwise, according to common sense, as long as the Sword Garret didn't have He Yan's three thousand elite cavalrymen, as long as the remnant of the Nangong family didn't get married, as long as Cao Changqing didn't return the favor as promised, Hsu Fengnian and Zhao Kai would still lose. Chen Zhibao would neither win nor lose in a short time. He would defeat Beiliang and become the King of Shu. However, when Xu Xiao died in the future, Beiliang would most likely be in his pocket. Compared to Xu Xiao, Chen Zhibao has both advantages and disadvantages. His advantage is that he's young, and he deserves to be called a distinguished person in both civil and martial arts. He's kind of like me … "
"Heh."
"Okay, okay, okay. I won't boast about this to you. Chen Zhibao's advantage was that he had been accumulating power for many years. The one who had chilled the hearts of the scholars of the world was only his adoptive father, Xu Xiao, and not this War Sage who was at the pinnacle of Confucianism. The disadvantage was also very obvious. If he wanted to be the King of Beiliang, he would not have the proper title. After he was bestowed the title of King of Western Shu, the morale that he had accumulated in the Beiliang army would also decline along with Xu Xiao's death. Therefore, if he really wanted to be the Emperor, he could only wait for at most ten years. Any longer, whether it was luck or the hearts of the people, he would not be able to gather them. Everyone was the same. What kind of reputation could last for two or three generations? Only Xu Xiao was an anomaly in the Liyang Army. Chen Zhibao, you're still lacking. "
"I've long said that the bunch of old scholars in the Imperial Astronomer were all half-baked people who only knew rigid numbers and did not understand the mysteries of heaven like water. After being deceived by me for so many years, they still have no memory. Zhao Kai, this kid, is also interesting. Does he really think that his luck is invincible? That female master of the Western Region is not that smart. Zhao Kai's luck was accumulated by Han Diaosi, who had been with the dragon for more than thirty years, and that old bald donkey, Yang Taisui. In addition, she also had her own cultivation. With her by his side, Zhao Kai's luck was imperceptibly accumulated by another layer. Isn't he a piece of delicious cake that has the hope of ascending the throne and becoming the Emperor? How many people from the three sects would have a good ending if they were personally involved? The Dragon Tree Monk and Yang Taisui were all dead. The few Taoist masters of the Dragon Tiger Mountain, the older generation also did not have a good ending. In the end, they are all pitiful people who think that they are above the world, but in reality, they are not at all free and unfettered. "
"I, your father, have fooled so many auspicious signs and phenomena during the Spring and Autumn Period. This group of smart people still haven't seen through it. It can be seen that the difference between intelligence and intelligence is like the difference between heaven and earth. "
"Beimang's Taiping is old, yet he refuses to accept his old age and still wants to play a game with me. I wonder if I was the one who created the chess situation that clearly divides the world? The world should be handed over to the young people. If you squat in the latrine and don't shit, how can you water the fields when the old shit is hard? "
Hearing this, the corners of the girl's mouth curled up as she chuckled.
Wen Hua, who was carrying three bowls of onion noodles over, said angrily, "Old Man Huang, can you not talk about this while eating?!"
Seeing that the shopkeeper did not move, Wen Hua glared at him and said, "Why aren't you clearing the table?"
The old man chuckled and waved away the chess pieces on the table with a wave of his sleeve. Wen Hua put down three pairs of bowls and chopsticks and continued to chatter, "You only know how to play chess. So what if you can play chess? When I become a sword immortal, no matter who you are, if you dare to jump in front of me, I will serve you with a sword! "
The old man picked up his chopsticks and asked with a grin, "Oh? Then if I teach you how to use the sword and make you suffer so much, then when the time comes, the first thing you will do will be to slash me? "
Wen Hua laughed and said, "I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare. How could I, Wen Hua, be an ungrateful person? I'm handsome, have a good temper, and have an ancient heart. Not to mention these advantages, the key is loyalty! "
The old man shook his head with a smile and was slightly helpless. He picked up a fragrant onion noodles with his chopsticks and ate with his head lowered as he said, "Go to Liyang's capital."
Wen Hua was stunned and asked in a low voice, "You're going directly to the capital to make a name for yourself? Don't you need to warm up your hands in a small place first? "
The old man wrapped a chopstick of noodles and didn't stretch his neck to help his daughter blow the hot air off the noodles, fearing that she would burn herself. The girl laughed brilliantly and plucked a small petal of sunflower before placing it on the edge of the old man's bowl.
It looked festive.
The old man was in a good mood and said to Wen Hua, "Don't you want to amaze the world with a single brilliant feat? Also, you'll be able to see the White Jade Lion, the brothel girl that you fell in love with at first sight. "
Wen Hua slurped the noodles and said with a smile, "What's wrong with a brothel girl? I just like her. I'm definitely going to the capital this time! "
The old man smiled lightly.
After eating the noodles, the old man took out some silver and instructed Wen Hua who had finished cleaning up the bowls and chopsticks and returned to his seat. "Go buy a jug of good wine."
Wen Hua rolled his eyes and said, "Only you, Old Man Huang, can make a tea seller go buy wine to drink!"
Not long after, Wen Hua returned with a jug of wine, and the old man said indifferently, "Keep the remaining silver for yourself."
Wen Hua chuckled. He said that he was going out, and then he went to the small room in his residence and took out a bag of silver that he had hidden well. He put it all away and ran out of the teahouse.
He had long since taken a fancy to a set of erotic paintings. Today, he had finally gathered enough silver and went out to buy it. In the past, he and Xu Xiaoshou both had this kind of hobby. However, at that time, they were traveling the jianghu and were so poor that they didn't know what to eat every day. That was because they had no money. Now that they had some money, they had to think about their brothers. Wen Hua thought that the next time they met, he would take this as a meeting gift. The gift was light, but the sentiment was heavy.
If that brat dares to dislike it, I'll definitely use a wooden sword to cut him!
Hehe, the girl didn't drink and watched the old man drink alone.
The old man laughed softly and said, "Of the Thirteen Rankings of the Spring and Autumn Period, I alone occupy the top three. As for the other ten people, apart from Chen Zhibao who entered Shu, and Song Guanhai who dominated the literary scene of Liyang for these years, they have pretty much all left. Oh, the three heroes of the Song family are also about to be killed by Lu Suan. "
The old man didn't seem to have a good tolerance for alcohol. After drinking more than half a jug, he fell asleep.
The girl went to get a thick coat and quietly covered the old man. Then she stayed by his side and began to stare blankly again.
The old man was still murmuring drunkenly, "Zhuanggong dreams of a butterfly, a butterfly dreams of Zhuanggong? I dream of Zhuanggong, I dream of a butterfly … "
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