Of course Zhao Hanguo didn't believe it. He could still weigh how much Lu Daoyuan weighed. He didn't have much hope for Lu Daoyuan. It was enough to make these Jianghu sects suspicious. If he pushed too hard, he would make these Jianghu sects suspicious.
gather together.
Proportion is what Zhao Hanguo is best at.
He has been an official for nearly 30 years. From a staff member to a powerful prime minister, he relied on a sense of proportion. If the reins are tightened, even animals will be kicked off, let alone humans.
Let them take a break, give them a chance to breathe, let them relax and think about other things. These ten sects are not monolithic. They each have their own little thoughts, just like the cracks in the water tank, etc.
As time goes by, it will naturally collapse if you don’t smash it, not to mention that there are needles hidden in the world!
Zhao Hanguo looked at the bright moonlight outside the window, his two slender eyes narrowed, showing a contented look.
The moonlight is always beautiful, so beautiful that it makes people pity.
If people pity the moonlight, will the moonlight also pity people?
Flowers are blooming, the moon is full, and the world is reunited. The moon has heard so much lovesickness and homesickness, will it also be affected by these lovesickness and homesickness?
I don’t know, no one knows. There are so many puzzling things in this world. Why do people meet and why do they separate? Why do brothers turn against each other? Why do close relatives become enemies? Is it fate, fate, or luck?
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Yan Zhuo looked at the moon with his hands behind his hands. His eyes were big, bright, and radiant, shining like bright lights even in this dark night. But at this moment, his expression was not bright, and could even be said to be a bit sad.
His eyebrows were tightened and brought together, locking his entire loneliness, loneliness, sorrow, and mystery into the two-finger-wide space between his eyebrows.
Does he have ambitions? Yes, he has the ambition to look down on the world!
Does he have the ability? Yes, there are only a handful of people in the world who can surpass him.
Is he resourceful? Yes, he is thoughtful and intelligent. Even if he is the reincarnation of Marquis Wu, he is one of the best.
But can he take on the moral responsibility of helping those in need and helping the poor in troubled times, and setting the right path?
He didn't know, he thought of Mu Yunfeng and Qiao Zhenyue. If he didn't have this unparalleled magical power, would he stand up for a beggar like Mu Yunfeng? What if he became the best in the world?
As the leader of a big gang, will he be like Qiao Zhenyue and make friends all over the world?
The image of Mu Yunfeng standing up with a sword appeared in his mind, and the image of Qiao Zhenyue taking off his clothes and wrapping his disciple's head also appeared in his mind.
He originally came to this Jianghu Conference to become famous in the world, to accumulate connections, and to plan for seeking the truth and revenge in the future. But what he saw, heard, and felt in the past few days not only allowed him to see a hint of the truth, but also changed his heart.
, he also wants to be like Mu Yunfeng and Qiao Zhenyue.
Maybe they were originally the same kind of people and that's why they met here?
"Hey, Mr. Yan, you are also here to look at the moon. What a coincidence."
Just when Yan Zhuo was lost in thought, a female voice as clear as a silver bell rang in his ears. He turned around and saw the person with an exquisite face, it was Xiang'er from the Jade Girl Palace.
Xiang'er is dressed in white and has a pure white complexion. Against the bright moonlight, she looks even more feminine.
"Miss Xiang'er is also interested in admiring the moon." Yan Zhuo bowed and bowed.
Xiang'er's eyes flashed, a faint smile appeared on his cheeks, and he said: "I couldn't sleep, so I simply went out for a walk. It's a coincidence that Mr. Yan is also here."
Of course Xiang'er couldn't sleep. Not to mention the storm and rain just now, she couldn't sleep even if the moon was sparse and the weather was perfect for sleeping.
She pretended to be worried about something that was unique to a girl. Although she had only met Yan Zhuo once and could not say that she loved or liked him, she still wanted to see him more often. It seemed that seeing him more often made her feel happy.
Can give birth to more joy.
"It's a coincidence." Yan Zhuo said with a slight smile, "It's very humid at night, so the girl should go back early to avoid catching a cold. Yan is tired, so he went back to his room to rest."
Hearing what Yan Zhuo said, Xiang'er's eyes widened and he didn't know what to say for a moment. It wasn't until he saw Yan Zhuo turning to leave that he stuttered and said: "Wait...wait... Mr. Yan
I think you seem to have something on your mind, why don't you tell me, I'm very good at comforting people!"
Xiang'er blinked his eyes and looked at Yan Zhuo's back expectantly.
"Girl, please go back to your room and rest early. It's not safe these days. Let's talk some other time."
After saying that, Yan Zhuo left directly, leaving Xiang'er alone standing there.
The lonely moon was in the sky, the shadows of the trees were swaying, and the chirping of insects from time to time made the surrounding silence even more apparent. Xiang'er stood there blankly, the evening wind blew through her hair, and her eyes were full of loss...
"Ah, snake, there is a snake, ah!" Xiang'er suddenly shouted.
I saw a colorful big snake lying at Xiang'er's feet, spitting out messages and hissing. Xiang'er is not low in martial arts, but he is really afraid of snakes. There are very few women in the world who are not afraid of snakes, like
There are very few people in this world who don’t hate the nosy aunts and uncles.
Xiang'er yelled and was frightened. She immediately felt dizzy and out of breath. Just when she was about to faint, a black shadow flashed over her.
The black shadow helped Xiang'er up, and then slashed the big snake lying at Xiang'er's feet with his sword.
Xiang'er vaguely felt someone supporting him, and thinking that it could be Yan Zhuo, he immediately opened his eyes, but what he saw was a gray face and a pair of ruthless eyes.
——It’s Tai’a!
——Lost, the loss at this moment was actually heavier than when Yan Zhuo left with his hands behind his back.
Seeing that the person supporting him was Tai'a, Xiang'er hurriedly straightened up and said respectfully: "Thank you, Senior Brother Tai'a. It's getting late and I have to go back to my room to rest. It's cold and humid, so Senior Brother Tai'a should also rest early."
"
As Xiang'er said this, he retreated step by step and disappeared into the moonlight in the blink of an eye.
And Tai'a looked at Xiang'er's back, his eyes were still ruthless, and the bright moonlight shining on his gray face showed an indescribable loneliness and coldness.
People have feelings, does the moon have feelings? Does the moon have feelings, do people also have feelings?
Since ancient times, there has been no room for hatred when there is passion, so does ruthlessness mean there is no room for hatred?
