After staying in Tingfeng Pavilion for less than an hour, Luo Chuan and his party left.

Just as he came, he came and went in a hurry, as if time was tight and there were many things to do.

So only Zhong Shuye and his wife were left in the bamboo pavilion by the lake, and an old man in black with white beard and white hair.

The three of them sat across from each other in the pavilion. After each drank tea in silence for a while, the old man in black took the lead and said, "Do you think what the prefect of Li County just said is true or false?"

Hearing this, Feng Qingzi said, "Uncle Shi asked about the relocation of the clan just now. The prefect of Li County is still determined to move. It doesn't make much sense to lie about other issues, and most of what he said is similar to our analysis.

, not like lying.”

"In his words, Guang County is already at his mercy. He has the opportunity in hand. He can win in one battle as long as the battlefield in southern Xinjiang gives him an opportunity." The old man in black shook his head and said, "In my opinion,

This is a bit boastful, at least according to Na Yun Sanshan, the story between Li and Guang counties is another story."

Feng Qingzi frowned slightly and said, "Compared with the prefect of Guang County, I am more willing to believe in Luochuan, so I don't actually doubt this. It's just that he said that whether Guang and Guang counties can fight depends on today's situation.

City, and said that Tingfeng Pavilion only needs to help him as much as Cangyan Sword Sect, but there are really some problems here. Guang County is different from Anling or Yongchang. Just a Golden Sword Sect is enough trouble, not to mention Yun Bai

Lou is not someone like Yi, he just has the strong support of Cangyan Sword Sect and Tingfeng Pavilion, I'm afraid..."

The old man in black sighed and nodded, "It's a pity that the Shen family in Hanoi County can't leave not only Luochuan, but also Yunbailou. Otherwise, Tingfeng Pavilion would not be where it is today..."

"

Zhong Shu, who had been quietly sipping tea with his head lowered, suddenly said, "Ling Anzi, the headmaster of the Golden Sword Sect, went to the Xiaoyao Valley Villa."

"Ling Anzi went to find Wan Qingsi?!" the old man in black frowned and exclaimed.

Zhong Shuye still had a faint smile on his face and nodded.

Feng Qingzi also looked at Zhong Shuye and asked, "Guangjun... is it possible to bet on both ends?"

"Maybe," Zhong Shuye said indifferently, then took a sip of tea, looked at the koi carps in the small lake fighting for fish food, and said calmly, "this kind of thing is because we are choosing them.

When the time came, they were also choosing us.”

"For Lijun and Guangjun, they actually only have each other in their sights now. During this trip to Xingcheng, neither side will gain anything, or both sides will gain something. They are not afraid. What they are afraid of is that one party will gain something.

If the other side doesn't, then the balance between the two counties may be broken." Zhong Shuye picked up a bag of fish food on the bamboo table, took out a handful and threw it into the pond. Suddenly there was already a lot of competition.

The busy school of fish entered a state of frenzy, and for a moment it was like a heavy rain falling on the water, causing countless ripples. "Once the balance between the two counties is broken, a war will inevitably sweep across the entire southwestern Hanzhou, including the Cangyan Sword Sect."

, Golden Sword Sect, even Tingfeng Pavilion, Xiaoyao Valley, Youxian Sect, Baishou Mountain and even Bixia Palace and a group of family casual cultivators who made a choice in Xingcheng... Who dares to just

Just a big help?!"

The old man in black and Feng Qingzi were startled when they heard this, and then fell silent.

Zhong Shuye turned his head to look at the koi carps competing for food in the pond, "Someone divided the Nine Cauldrons of Zhongzhou, which directly kicked off the war between secular princes under the mountain. The princes and hundreds of millions of people in the world are all pawns. Someone in

The conference of heaven and earth held in Kunlun in the northwest is to force the world down the mountain to join the game. Thousands of monks in the sect family are also chess pieces. Unless they are the strongest in the world and can stand at the top of the human race and become chess players, all those who go against the trend will

Eventually they will be broken, crushed, and turned into the dust of history..."

"The pinnacle of the human race..." Feng Qingzi sighed, with a worried look on his face, "Even someone as strong as Headmaster Cangyan...can't do it?"

The old man in black glanced at Feng Qingzi and slowly lowered his head.

"Maybe, maybe not," Zhong Shuye looked back at Feng Qingzi with a faint smile, and then looked up at the sky, "In fact, as long as a person can have no worries, no desires and no demands, no matter whether he is high or low, life or death, then even if he only has

With the power of an ant, one can be free, but how can such a person be born in the human world? In this era of turbulent seas, whether it is a small sampan or a Xuanwu flying boat, if you do not follow the trend, there is a high chance that it will be destroyed.

This is the result of shipwreck and death..."

"What I'm afraid of is that even if we follow the trend, we may not be able to escape unscathed..." The old man in black lowered his head, shook his head and sighed.

"Riding the wind and waves, the road ahead is dangerous, and the choice of each road may lead to life or death." Zhong Shuye's eyes fell back to the tea cup with only the remaining tea in his hand, "Today's Xingcheng, for the current Tingfeng Pavilion

It is said to be the most important choice in hundreds of years, and we cannot help but be extremely cautious...!"

Feng Qingzi was about to speak when he saw a tall man standing guard quietly outside the bamboo pavilion raised his hand to take a small magic sword, threw it into the air, made a seal with one hand, and after a flash of light, a line of words appeared.

The tall man read the Dharma letter, turned around and walked into the bamboo pavilion, saluted and said, "I would like to report to the master, the two elders, Mr. Yun Bailou of Guangjun, are outside asking for an audience."

Zhong Shuye smiled slightly and said, "What a coincidence."

Feng Qingzi and the old man in black looked at each other and asked, "Can Yun Sanshan, the prefect of Guang County, come with you?"

The tall man said, "I never came with you."

Feng Qingzi looked at Zhong Shuye, "You once said that if Yun Bailou didn't come, Guangjun wouldn't have made a complete determination. Now that the prefect of Lijun has come, so has Yunbailou. How can you still do this?

Explain?"

Zhong Shuye did not answer, but said to the old man in black, "Uncle Master, please come out of the house in person and welcome Yun Bailou in."

The old man in black stood up and left. Feng Qingzi looked at the man beside her and was speechless.

Soon, Yun Bailou, who was dressed in white, followed the old man in black to the lake. When he appeared, Feng Qingzi opened his mouth in surprise.

Because Yun Bailou didn't follow anyone behind him.

Came alone.

Smiling as usual.

Yun Bailou was so calm and calm as he walked to the bamboo pavilion step by step and saluted Zhong Shuye who had already stood up. "Yun Bailou, Guang County, I have met Master Zhong."

Zhong Shuye replied with a greeting, "Young Master Yun, you're welcome, please."

Yun Bailou smiled and nodded, then nodded slightly to Feng Qingzi beside Zhong Shuye, and entered the bamboo pavilion easily and sat down.

"Yun Mou and Master Zhong have met several times, but this is the first time for us to chat like this." Yun Bailou looked straight at Zhong Shuye and changed the subject of the conversation sharply, "Has Master Zhong met Brother Luo Chuan just now?

"

Feng Qingzi, who was taking a new teacup to pour tea for Yun Bailou, paused slightly, then continued as usual.

Zhong Shuye's face was always calm, and he only replied with one word, "Yes."

Yun Bailou smiled brightly, "Then my silly brother should have told Master Zhong that Lijun's 300,000 elite troops are invincible on land, and Guangjun lost Anling, so the gate will be opened, right?"

The smile on Zhong Shuye's face became thicker, and she replied with one word, "Yes."

Yun Bailou lowered his head and shook his head. He took the tea cup from Feng Qingzi and put it back on the bamboo table. "Yun came here just to tell Master Zhong something."

"Even if Guangjun cedes Sichuan City to Lijun, they will never dare...to touch my Guangjun at all...!"

"The so-called Li, the initiative in the struggle between Guangzhou, whether in Anling or Xingcheng...!"
Chapter completed!