Several people looked at each other and said, "Yes, Senior Shang Sheng."
late at night.
Lu Ming sat on the Taishi chair.
"What? My little wife is gone?"
"Lu...Senior Lu?" Yun Xiaotian didn't understand why he even knew about Qin Zhizhi.
Lu Ming nodded slightly and said: "A very good beauty, she is a perfect match for you."
Hun Xiaotian looked embarrassed and said nothing, but Lu Ming seemed to have no intention of letting him go.
"However, I think that Feng girl from Jianshan Mountain in Western Shu seems to be pretty good too!"
Yun Xiaotian's cheeks were hot, his old face was slightly red, he cupped his fists and said, "Make Senior Lu laugh."
Lu Ming said: "Children love each other, it's human nature, what's there to make fun of?"
"If you want to make fun of me, it's fair to say that when I come to your palace, I don't even have tea. This is not the way to treat guests!"
Hun Xiaotian secretly felt ashamed and hurriedly got the stove to make tea. Fortunately, a few days ago, senior brother shamelessly asked junior sister Zhou for some wild tea.
After a while, he served a bowl of tea with both hands. Lu Ming straightened his clothes, took a seat, took the tea bowl with both hands, flipped the tea lid three times, took a small sip, and slowly closed the tea bowl.
"Okay, let's talk about something serious!"
"Senior Lu, please speak."
Lu Ming said, "Good boy, I've reached the eighth stage of the Emperor Soul Art, right?"
Yun Xiaotian was stunned for a moment, and his whole body became on guard.
"Lu...Senior Lu...how do you know..."
Lu Ming waved his hand, signaling him not to be nervous.
"Everyone in the world knows that I, Lu Ming, am a merchant. When I do business with others, I only use 'favors' to do business. Do you know why this is?"
Yun Xiaotian thought for a moment and stopped talking.
Lu Ming smiled and said: "Yes, in this world, the most precious things than gold and silver are some magical weapons. What is more precious than the magical weapons are some profound cultivation methods, but human feelings are more precious than these.
Gold and silver can be repaid, and skills can be cultivated, but this favor is sometimes really difficult to repay."
Lu Ming continued: "Then do you know that there is something in this world that is more precious than human kindness. Do you know what it is?"
He didn't know why, and after a moment he clasped his fists and said, "Please give me some teachings from Senior Lu!"
Lu Ming smiled and said, "You will understand in the future."
After saying that, Lu Ming stood up, his aura suddenly erupted like the scorching sun high above, and his spiritual power was terrifying.
He slowly unbuttoned his shirt and said, "Child, do you recognize this?" He pulled open his shirt fiercely, and saw a fiery red sun totem tattooed on his hard, dark chest.
Yun Xiaotian turned to stone on the spot after seeing the totem, his Adam's apple began to roll, and his eyes instantly became moist: "Senior Lu...it turns out you are...a descendant of the Suanni tribe."
He took a step forward and hugged his arm, looking at the totem in disbelief. At this moment, he looked like a child who had been wronged.
He could no longer control his emotions, and four years of repression broke out at this moment. He burst into tears: "Uncle Lu E... our nine tribes... my father E... and my father-in-law."
"I know everything."
Lu Ming sighed deeply. Hun Xiaotian had endured it for four years, but he had endured it for forty years.
"In those years, I happened to be trapped somewhere."
Lu Ming helped Hun Xiaotian, who was out of control, up, and said comfortingly: "Get up! A man from my nine tribes shouldn't have tears."
He put a list on the table and said: "In ten days, I will declare war on Binggu. Now the only person I worry about is you."
Hun Xiaotian glanced at the list, hurriedly took Lu Ming's arm and said: "Uncle Lu'e, you can't go to Binggu. Our current strength is definitely no match for Binggu. It's better for us to endure it for a few years."
Lu Ming patted his shoulder: "Son, I really don't want to endure it anymore, and I... don't have time!"
"As long as a person lives, the grass and trees will fall. I, Lu Ming, a seven-foot tall man, have never been afraid of life or death."
He stood with his hands behind his back, full of pride.
"Those old thieves in Binggu are murderous and cruel, but I, Lu Ming, will not let them get their way. This time, I will rectify the name of the Barbarian Territory. I will let everyone in the world know that imprisoning the nine tribes of Wushan is also one of the five orthodox mountains in the world.
I want to show the world how ugly the so-called largest sect in the world is."
Lu Ming turned around and said: "I know you want to go with me, but I, Lu Ming, can die, but you can't die now. All the hopes of the nine tribes are on you."
"Uncle Lu E..."
Hun Xiaotian held his hand and was unwilling to let go for a long time.
"If you have a chance, you should go to the Far North. There may be news about your mother there."
Yun Xiaotian's arms trembled slightly: "Mother? Is she still alive?"
Lu Ming said: "I'm not sure, you have to find out this matter yourself."
"good."
Lu Ming looked at his face and nodded frequently, "He is really a good man from our nine tribes!"
Lu Ming still left. Hun Xiaotian looked at his back and was unwilling to turn around for a long time.
…
Ten days later, a shocking news spread. The Shang Saint Lu Ming issued a red war letter to Binggu, and the whole world was shocked.
"Red War, fight to the death."
Lu Kouchuan recited it silently several times, unable to believe that the affable Shang Sheng could do such a thing.
…
Hyogoya
Great Desolation Secret Realm
Xuanyuan sword inside
The two old men sat side by side, with a crisscrossed chessboard between them.
"Interesting, that kid named Lu Ming actually declared war on Binggu."
The old man raised his hand and knocked a black stone on the edge of the chessboard.
"Hmph! A groundworm shakes a tree, and a mantis' arm is just a chariot."
The other old man waved his hand lightly, and a white stone jumped out and slowly landed on the star position adjacent to the black one.
"After all these years, you are still so self-righteous."
"Huh! If you do something better than others, you will definitely be wrong."
Qin Qiuping smiled and said: "You are now being suppressed by your disciples and disciples in this desolate underground land. Tell me, how do you do something higher than all laws?"
Ouyang Donglai was not angry when he was choked, and said calmly: "What is my background in Binggu? Old man Qin, you should know better than anyone else in your lifetime of competing with me. That Lu Ming is just a businessman, how dare you fight against the best sect in the world?"
, if it’s not to seek death, then what’s the point?”
Pa~
Qin Qiuping banged the stone and hummed: "For a piece of cold iron in your army, you can tear apart the wives and families, and destroy the families. For a piece of broken stone, you can wipe out the nine tribes of the barbarian region, killing all the chickens and dogs, and even the generals."
Prison Wushan is removed from the Five Mountains, you Binggu have really good background!"
Ouyang Donglai remained calm and said calmly: "A woman's benevolence has made great things happen since ancient times. Why should she stick to trivial matters? What? Old man Qin, are we gambling?"
Qin Qiuping seemed to know that he would answer like this. He pushed the chessboard and stood up, looked into the distance, and said slowly: "No, old thief Ouyang, you think you are superior to others in everything you do, but you and I will wait and see.
!”
…
With a creak, the dusty window was opened, and a few lilac knots were blown by the wind and fell on the table. The moonlight covered the brocade clothes, and Qin Liazhi sat down blankly. Slowly, his thoughts returned to the past.
"There is only one way to cure your disease."
"Old senior...what method?"
"Only the soul clan's secret method in the barbarian realm can heal, and it requires a high level of cultivation, and this method will cause great harm to the caster."
"I understand, thank you senior for your advice."
Qin Liaozhi sat there for a long time, muttering to himself: "You know that I am from Binggu, why...you still need to save me...?"
In the dreamy water abyss, Yun Xiaotian grabbed a handful of fine sand, squeezed it tightly, and felt the temperature in his palm. Slowly, he loosened his fingers and the fine sand flew up.
"I only know that when I rescued you, you were my Senior Sister Qin, my... Lan Yi."
Qin Zhizhi smiled slightly on his already wet face, a beautiful smile and a sad smile.
…
Twelve Finger Sword Mountain
Zhuyin Peak
asukaya
Sitting cross-legged in plum clothes, playing the piano with bare hands, silk bursting out, pearls and jade falling on the plate, but the sound of the tide drowned out the high notes that were about to burst out from the woman's fingertips.
She sighed softly and stretched out her palms, thinking of catching some moonlight, but when she made a fist, all she caught were shadows.
After a long time, she stood up and left, leaving only a lonely patch of sky.
After the news of Shang Shengyu's battle in the Soldier Valley came out, all the major mountain gates were under martial law, and all the disciples who had gone out for training were recalled. The Central Plains was in a state of imminent storm.
(ps1: The protagonist changes back to his original name at the beginning of this chapter.)
(ps2: The first wave of outbreak is about to begin, please recommend and vote monthly.) This chapter has been completed!