As soon as the words fell, a gust of wind blew up from the small yard. The wind looked very wild, making people feel a little uneasy. Zhao Rong just looked at the opposite Sharli indifferently. He didn't say anything, but just looked at Sharli with a smile, with a very calm expression, as if he told him that no matter what happened, he would stand behind him. It was not the great scholar of the current dynasty and Sharli, just like the person who said that he was not the Sharli who could stir up gusts of wind and rain. It was as if the person who supported him was an ordinary old man just now, but everyone knew that it was not.

The storm in the small yard was changing, as if it was going to rain. In fact, it was not that it was going to rain in the small yard, it was that it was going to rain in Jiankang City. The storm was about to come and the wind filled the building. The whole Jiankang City was in peace.

The bamboo forest began to rustle, making everyone feel that the mountain rain was coming, and the heavy rain was about to be wet. Everything happened in the middle of the lightning, and it also needed to be solved in the middle of the lightning.

Shaelli sat in the pavilion without moving, just like a stiff and petrified old man. His whole body was filled with a strange sense of solemnity, which made people feel inexplicably frightened.

He looked at Zhao Rong and smiled and said, "Yun Hua, I am not telling jokes anymore, nor is it because of Feng Yang's instructions that I said this to you. I am purely because, Yun Hua, you have the temperament of a humble gentleman that has disappeared for a long time in our Confucian culture. These temperaments make me feel that you can inherit my Confucian culture as my successor, and those so-called counselors cannot."

Zhao Rong was a little serious. After all, it was about Confucian culture and he also attached great importance to it, because no matter whoever was concerned about culture, especially those like Zhao Rong who came from later generations. After experiencing those disasters, he knew that culture is really a very important thing.

He looked at Charli with a face, and then asked seriously, "Sir, why do you have this kind of thought?"

Charli just smiled, and then said: "Yunhua, you don't know that the Confucian culture at this time is no longer the Confucian culture before. Everyone wants to share the pie of our Confucian culture. Everyone wants to come to our Confucianism to have a face or two. Confucianism is no longer the Confucianism before."

Zhao Rong made up his face, then looked at Nasha Li and said, "Although Mr. Xia's Confucianism is not the Confucianism of the past, Confucian culture is still the Confucian culture of the past. Everything is just a drop in the ocean. The illusion of life is just a illusion in the long river of time. In the end, the long river of time will turn those things up one by one, and then record them one by one in real history and allow future generations to evaluate them."

Charles smiled with vicissitudes of life. How could he not know these things? It was just that some obsessions in his heart were at work. He didn't want any monsters and monsters to be ghosts in Confucian culture.

He looked at Zhao Rong with his hands behind his back and said, "It's just that the storm is coming and the wind is filling the building."

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There were three people standing on an ordinary staircase. The three people looked different, wearing different colors of clothes, standing on the staircase. Looking at the unpredictable weather in the sky, they couldn't help but think about other things in their hearts. They looked at each other and didn't trust each other very much, but at this time, they couldn't ignore cooperation. After all, things had developed to this point. If they didn't cooperate, they would really be forced by Zhao Rong without a chance. That was the number one young master Yun Hua, who could easily be defeated by them, would be too unworthy of the name.

On the bronze tower, three people stood, and no one knew what they were thinking.

As the storm changed, one of them finally spoke.

One of the middle-aged men in black clothes spoke first. He turned around lightly, and then looked at the man standing in the other two corners with a very complicated heart. He didn't expect that after fighting for so long, they would have joined forces. However, the idea was too prickly. If they didn't cooperate, I'm afraid there would be no position in Jiankang City.

"Two, the three of us have been fighting for so long, and we didn't expect the day of cooperation to come so quickly. I wonder what you two want to say?"

This sentence is nonsense, pure nonsense, but this nonsense is spoken from one of the three top strategists in Jiankang City, which seems a bit alternative, because the man who said this sentence has always been called the so-called cold-faced god in Jiankang City. At this time, he said this sentence, which makes people wonder what kind of deepness it is. The meaning they have not yet seen is in this sentence.

However, this sentence is really so-called nonsense. He really has no other meaning, because the cold-faced god now has no other intention to say anything to them. After all, they have reached the end of their lives.

The wind and clouds in the sky were changing, and it started to rain quietly, but the raindrops were not very heavy. After all, I have already said that the rain in the south is like this, which makes people feel extremely gentle.

The old man in purple clothes sighed and spoke first. He looked at the middle-aged man and the old man standing in another corner and said, "Old Cai, Lao Li, now we don't want to cooperate, we must cooperate. Young Master Yunhua is coming in full force, and now the lord thinks he is the best. If this continues, where can we survive?"

It continued to rain in the sky, but it was light, making people feel a faint fragrance of plum blossoms.

The old man named Lao Cai just stood up lightly, and then looked at the two people standing in the rain and said indifferently, "But it is not a long-term solution. You think this kind of life can last for a long time. I, Lao Cai, don't believe it either. We just want to live, but after all, living requires fame and fortune. We are just cooperation. The so-called friends are just partners who can bring benefits."

The other two people didn't say anything, just smiled faintly. They all knew that their cooperation would not last long, because they were all the people who valued interests more important than anything else.
Chapter completed!