: 178. People from the mountains

178. Mountain outsiders
At the beginning of April, Li Wang and Nanzhao, who fought in the South with the Great Chu, successively withdrew their troops. There was a slight sign of easing in the fierce fighting. Once Li Wang and Nanxun ceased fighting, there were only a few hundred thousand horses in the south of Dachu. Even if Xiling is strong and strong, but in the end, it is far away from the local, and there are hundreds of thousands of Mohist troops in the middle of the big Chubo. Lei Tengfeng has gradually moved forward with the handkerchief. Although there have been several frictions in the northern part of Beibei, they have also won or lost, and they have not taken advantage of anything.
In this regard, both Feng Xiaoyao and other people in Xiangyang City are worried. Once the Chu and the countries cease their war, it is entirely possible to reach an agreement to unite the various parties to deal with them. In this regard, ink repairs but laughs.
"Wang Ye, Mo Jingqi must have reached an agreement with Mo Jingli. Once Xiling is good, the two countries will also stop, and Mo Jingqi is likely to turn over to deal with us." In the study, Feng Zhiyao worried.
Ink repaired a faint smile: "Feng San, Mo Jiajun has always been a big worry for the power of all countries, even now... the same. So even if they all join hands to deal with the king, this king will not be surprised. "Feng Zhiyao condensed his eyebrows: "Which Wang Ye has already had any countermeasures?" Mo Xiu sighed the scrolls in his hand and coveted: "Countermeasure... Feng San, the Mohist Army now needs no countermeasures, it is victory." Feng Zhiyao looked at the imposing king of the eyes, wondering: "Winning?"
The lips evoke a cold smile, and Mo Xiu nodded and said: "Yes... so many years, the invincible name of the Mohist army has long been dusty. The king wants Mo Jingqi to start first, let him practice it. Tell the world, Mo Jiajun... is still the Mojia army...
Feng Zhiyao had some doubts and stunned his eyes:
If the four countries also attacked us at the same time, Wang Ye... The Mohist army could not resist the constant enemy even though it was heroic. "Mu Xiu blinked and looked at the phoenix, and the laughter came out for a long time." Looking at the puzzling look of Feng Zhiyao, Mo Xiuxiao smiled and said: "Feng San, you claim to be smart, but in politics, it is a mess. Do you think that there will be four countries at the same time?" Frown and contemplative. Inklessly carelessly rubbing his fingertips, faintly said: "This world... there are no eternal enemies, and no friends forever. The only eternal is only their own interests. The Mohist army is gone, who is the most beneficial? There are still more than 500,000 people today. Do you want to really destroy the king? Are they investing 500,000 soldiers and horses? Who has more power, who is less? And they themselves... Nanzhuang domestic tribe disputes, Xiling, a small country Beibei has been in drought for a long time. There are also big Chu...Mo Jingqi and Mo Jingli. Do you think they will really unite together?"
As a result of being repaired by ink, Feng Zhiyao only felt that his heart was suddenly open. Some shameful smiles said: "I think too much, Wang Ye must have counted in his heart. Then... the Mohist army is waiting for the enemy to wait for the enemy to come to the door. But... I think it is better not to start from the beginning. The person who prayed to the ink scene." Mo Xiuyan raised his eyebrows and looked at him, Feng Zhiyao said: "Mo Jing prayed to smear the prince, if it was with the Mo Jing pray at the beginning, I was afraid to really sit down and try to be a real master. The crime of rebellion."
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"The Mohist army has been suppressed by Mo Jingqi in the past few years. It is clear about this incident. Naturally, the life of the only lord is from." Feng Zhiyao has some helplessness. He really does not understand why Wang Ye does not consider it at all. Refuting the dirty water poured by the ink on his body. The importance of the people's heart is clear even if he is, but Wang Ye does not seem to care about this problem at all. As if I saw the idea of ​​Feng Zhiyao, Mo Xiu faintly said: "No matter how you argue, the Mo family army is gradually getting rid of the big Chu is a fact. More and more tongues are in the eyes of many people, but they want to cover it. Play, the king will accompany him to play. He was raised by the Emperor and the Queen Mother, and the people of the people who are popular with the people... Does he think that the people’s hearts are really easy? Mo Jingqi does not have to worry about how to toss it. Send a message to Han Mingxi, let him come back to see the king, and Leng Yuyu let him come back as soon as possible, and the king has told them to do something."
Feng Zhiyao nodded, said Xiao Yuyu, Feng Zhiyao hesitated and asked: "Wang Ye, General Murong where you see is not ..." Murong Shen is also a member of the big Chu, and once also followed Mo Liufang from. Today, the only daughter of Murong Shen is the wife of one of the most confidant confidants of Mo Xiuzhen. Then it’s taken for granted that Murong Shen is taken care of. Ink Moss pondered for a moment and waved his hand: "For the time being, General Murong is definitely the first suspect of Mo Jingqi. Now it is absolutely full of fine works. It is enough to pay attention to it, as long as the ink is not right. General Murong started, don't need to alarm him for the time being. The South... also needs a reliable general to be stationed. Although the king is not pleasing to the eye, he does not want to let those Nanyi step into the customs!" Listening to the ink repair, said Feng Xiaoyao There are counts in my heart. It is clear that Murong Shen Mo repair has already been sure, but now Murong Shen still needs to stay in the South. Thinking about it, Feng Zhiyao also understood the idea of ​​ink repair. If you are talking about the neighboring countries, what is most annoying is which phoenix will definitely choose Nanxun. Different from the bravery of Xiling and Beibei, the Nanzhao tribes have different customs and customs, but it is definitely the best of all countries. And those messy poisonous ants, Feng Zhiyao really do not want to imagine what if they turn the beautiful and rich Central Plains into a poisonous snake.
"I understand it, I will do it immediately."
Ink repaired nodded and let Feng Zhiyao retreat. Feng Zhiyao retired and looked at the ink and meditation behind the book case and moved to the lips to say something. After all, he swallowed back and quietly left the study.
Yeli took a basket of wild vegetables and bathed in the sunset and walked back. The beautiful face is illuminated by the sun into a healthy red, and the thin sweat on the forehead. Although the body is already good, but dragging her for more than seven months to go up the mountain still makes her a little hard. Taking advantage of the good weather today, she went to the river where she was married to her, the cockroach
But the creek of the rapids is obviously not the same river that she fell on the cliff, not even the diversion. At the end of the river is a waterfall that falls from a height, but Yeli knows that he will never fall from the waterfall. There is a waterfall of 20 meters high, and the shallow river below. The gravity that falls is not enough to cover her.
She fell to her. Therefore, there is a possibility that there is an underground dark river under her waterfall, and she may be washed out from there. It's a pity... to see the urgency of the current, even if her guess is true, it is not a road that is suitable for the return of the original road, not to mention that she is even more likely to have a big belly now. Helplessly gave up the idea of ​​going in and discovering some wild vegetables and wild fruits that can be used. Yeli walked back to the village where he had lived for several months.
The lodge of Lin Dafu and Ye Liu is at the outermost periphery of the village. At this time, it is time for the family to rise. The mountain village has a faint laughter in addition to a house, and there is no half-personality. Far away, Ye Liu saw that Lin Dafu’s family did not brag the smoke of cooking. Some strange picks raised his eyebrows. Did the master still come back? Remember that he said that he would not go out today? Slowly walked into the two wooden cabins that were not far apart, Ye Mei's beautiful eyebrows gradually wrinkled, and there were more people in the house of Lin Dafu, and more than one. At this time, in general, there is no one in the village, and... listening to the sound is more like practicing the family.
Put down the basket, and carefully hold the abdomen around the belly of Lin Dafu's hut. There is a low window near the study. Although Lin Dafu does not like to read the books, he is very fond of it. . Close to the window that was removed, but I heard the sound inside it clearer and clearer. Obviously these people carefully watched the air in the study room and walked out of the window and stood looking through the gap. Lin Dafu was cold. Sitting on an old chair with his face. There were two men standing in the study, one standing and talking to Dr. Lin, the other looking for something on the row of bookshelves, and the books on the bookshelf were turned upside down.
"Mr. Lin, we don't want to hurt you. Please take it out. It doesn't matter if you keep it old. Why don't you teach us to save trouble? Are you old and clean?" Standing in the middle age of Lin Dafu The man’s calm smile, apparently did not want to be thick on Lin Dafu. Dr. Lin’s eyelids stunned and said:
The old man doesn’t know what you are talking about.
The middle-aged man is not angry. He laughs:
Why should Dr. Lin be stupid? You should be clear that since we found it, we definitely don’t. You will be fooled by you. You have been living here for 30 years, and you still want to continue to enjoy your old age. That thing is just a pile of waste paper for you, but it is extremely important for you. You have a passion for you and you, why can't you finish him?"
Wen Yan, Lin Dafu's face changed slightly, the lips and corners shook twice, and it was obvious that the mood had a few waves. For a long time, I was cold-spoken: "I don't understand what my old man is on." I don't know what you are talking about."
The middle-aged man frowned, and some displeasedly looked at Lin Dafu: "Mr. Lin Lao, it is said that the thing was originally a family story. Now we have to take it for granted. If you just swallow it, it would be too much." Some." Lin Dafu snorted, closing his eyes and not talking. The other man apparently had searched the study completely and found it all but found nothing. Somewhat irritated: "The things are not here!" The middle-aged man did not have much patience. Looking at Lin Dafu’s eyes began to be a bit bad. "Mr. Lin, I told you that because of your kindness, we must be polite to you, but... you better not toast or eat fine wine." Lin Dafu opened his eyes and glanced at him, faintly said: My old man has not drunk for more than 30 years. Let's go, he wants to let him tell the old man himself."
The man disdainfully smiled: "When you have a lot of time, how can you waste time for this little thing? Lin Dafu, if you are still so stubborn, don't blame it." The chin was slightly raised and gestured to the man next to him. The man would like to grab Lin Dafu in front of him and sneer: "Lin Dafu, can't help it. Let's talk about it, things must be obtained." Lin Dafu reopened his eyes and refused to speak again. There was a trace of impatientness on the man's face, and he said that he had offended. One of the arms of Dr. Lin was to be screwed back. Lin Dafu is already in his 60s, and he is not a martial artist. The lightest one will also twist the entire arm.
Hey... a slight foreigner outside the window, the man’s movement in the hand, and the middle-aged man’s confused look, and sighed:
Who?

The window shook a little, but I didn't see anyone. The man frowned and frowned, letting Lin Dafu go to the window and looking around to look out. A pair of cool hands suddenly stretched out and clasped his neck. He only felt cold on his neck, and then he didn't know anything about the pain.
Looking at the companion who suddenly fell on the window and did not move, the middle-aged man flashed a trace of fear on his face. Originally because this is not a difficult errand, they did not bring too many people, but did not expect that this small village actually hides the mysterious master.
"Who?! Come out..." The middle-aged man screamed, staring vigilantly at the empty space outside the window. Looking at Lin Dafu next to him, the middle-aged man pulled him over to be in front of himself, carefully staring at the window and going out to the door.
Brush... The gray figure of the window swiftly passed, and the middle-aged man squinted his eyes, but only saw a silver light shot in quickly. The throat was cold, and the man looked down at the throat of his own throat and did not know when it was inserted. It was stiff and backward.