Du Mu was turned away outside the Black Flag Army camp. Without his own expectations, the Black Flag Army commander Fang Jie didn't even want to see him. In fact, he had thought that this would happen since he left the city. Any negotiation must have two prerequisites. First, both sides can get certain benefits in the negotiation. Second, both sides have capital that can threaten the other party.

Du Mu was able to convince other city lords to protect the financial security together because they met these two conditions.

But facing the Black Flag Army, he had no confidence at all. The opponent's powerful troops were outside the city. At this time, except for opening the door immediately to surrender, the other party might not have any interest in other matters. Tens of thousands of people from the Black Flag Army took turns spitting at the city gate, and they could disgust the soldiers guarding the gate.

After standing outside the Black Flag Army camp for a while, he could only sigh deeply and twist back. As for what Fang Jie told him, the words he said were just a joke. Within two days, the other party was just having fun.

There is a small river not far north of Jin'an City. The widest place is less than four meters, and the narrowest place is only about two meters. Anyone with a little more flexible can jump over it. There is a wooden bridge on the river, which has been around for many years and looks like it is crumbling and may collapse at any time.

There are flowing water on both sides of the wooden bridge, and weeping willows are everywhere. Although the river is broken, it still looks unique. If the poets who are full of passion and charm all over their bodies will definitely recite a few words of flowers.

This small river doesn't even have a name, but there are many fish in the river. If there were no Black Flag Army approaching the border, many people in the city would fish by the river.

Du Mu walked back with two followers with a frustrated look on his face. Du Mu kept thinking about how he should fulfill Ning Hao's explanation. But no matter what he thought, he was not sure at all.

When he was about to reach the river, he suddenly smelled a scent. He looked up and saw a young man in white dress fishing by the river. He was standing by a fishing rod, and a pile of wildfires were burning beside him, and a fat catfish was roasted. The fragrance floated over there, and it made people's appetite increase greatly.

Because of curiosity, Du Mu couldn't help but look at the young man in white. Because he couldn't see his face with his back to his face, he could tell from his outfit that he was not old. When he occasionally turned to flip the grilled fish sideways, the lines on the side face were so beautiful that there was no flaw.

You can tell that the clothes on him are expensive, and the wine bag next to him looks just an ordinary product, but the gem the size of a pigeon egg is inlaid on it, which is extraordinary. The light reflected from the sun makes people's eyes hurt.

Jin'an City is not big, and Du Mu knows all the people with identities in the city, so he is sure that this young man is definitely not a native of Jin'an. At this time, he dared to fish safely under the iron hooves of the Black Flag Army, so he is naturally not a mortal.

"You guys go back first."

Du Mu gave an order, but for some reason he just wanted to go over and say a few words to the young master.

Maybe it was because the grilled fish was so sweet, maybe it was because the young master was too flawless.

"I'm upsetting my son. Since then, I've passed by and smelled the fish fragrance and couldn't move. I hope my son won't blame me."

Du Mu approached and bent over to salute.

The young man in white didn't look back, and said softly: "Meeting is fate. Besides, the water here is beautiful and the fish is fat. I can't eat so much by myself. Please sit down."

Du Mu was not polite either. He sat down opposite the young man in white. He was curious about the appearance of the young man in the distance, but after sitting down, Du Mu was embarrassed and didn't know how to speak. For a person who is good at eloquence, this was really incredible.

Du Mu forced himself to think, and then he was sure that it was because the young man's demeanor was too forced, so he didn't dare to speak. Especially when he sat face to face, he didn't dare to look at the appearance of the young man. Du Mu was not a person who had seen the world, at least he had seen many city lords in Nanyan, and he could feel that high aura in those big figures. But this young man was different.

I clearly feel that this person is gentle and natural, but I feel that I am separated from him by the whole world.

Out of reach.

The demeanor of this young man is neither arrogant nor noble nor noble. Du Mu can't explain it clearly, but the only thing he knows is the word distance.

"Where does sir come from?"

Du Mu hesitated for a while before asking.

"Forgot"

The answer of the young master in white is very simple, but it is definitely not perfunctory, because he really thought about it very seriously before answering: "By nature likes to drift, and wherever the scenery is attractive, you will linger. Whether it is the magnificent beauty of mountains, rivers, or the beauty of small bridges and flowing waters, I can always stop. But immediately I forgot what the place looks like or even the name."

Du Mu was stunned and thought to himself, how could there be such a person?

"Are you a person in this city?"

The young man in white asked.

"yes"

Du Mu nodded: "Grown up in Jin'an since childhood."

"Well, why haven't you left?"

The young man in white continued to ask.

"I can't bear to leave"

Du Mu replied.

"good"

The young man in white nodded: "As long as people still feel reluctant to let go, they are not a bad person."

"What are you going to do here sir?"

Du Mu asked.

"Let's take a look at a wicked person... Everyone says he is a wicked person, but if you don't see with your own eyes, you still don't believe it. There are many people in this world called wicked persons, but few people can truly afford the word "wicked person."

Du Mu felt aroused in his heart, thinking that he knew who he was talking about. So he couldn't help but look back at the Black Flag Army camp, but found a black and white shadow that came in an instant like lightning. His heart began to jump up involuntarily, and suddenly realized that he was very likely to be involved in something extraordinary. At this moment, he felt that he was dead, and his soul was floating here and watching the story that was about to happen.

...

...

The white lion stopped by the river, squinted his eyes and looked at the fishing young man in white. Its eyes seemed very confused, as if he was not sure of his judgment. It stopped a little distance from the river, and then looked at the other side from a distance, paced back and forth with some anxiety.

Fang Jie came down from the white lion's back, reached out to touch its forehead gently for a few times. The white lion raised his head and looked at him, and Fang Jie raised the corner of his mouth and smiled.

"Stay here"

He said, then walked towards the river.

Du Mu had never seen Fang Jie, but when he saw the white lion and the iconic black robe, he knew who this person was. So his heart, which was already beating, almost squeezed out of his throat, became even more excited, so that he even felt a little difficult to breathe.

The young master opposite him was as white as snow, and he was as untied as black as ink.

If these two people are young men who are beautiful and beautiful, they will appear so clearly together.

"I brushed a little more honey."

This is the first sentence Fang explained.

The young man in white couldn't help but smile, then pointed to the grass beside him: "Please sit down"

Fang Jie sat cross-legged and naturally reached out to grill the fish. Du Mu sat beside the two of them, always feeling like the drop of ink accidentally dripping from a perfect painting carefully painted by a great master. It seemed so redundant, completely destroying the artistic conception that the painting should have.

If there are only two people in this painting, black and white will be perfect.

So he shut up, lowered his head, didn't look, didn't say anything.

Try to minimize the influence of his artistic conception, but he couldn't stop his heart from beating wildly. He didn't know who the young master in white was, but since he could sit face to face with Fang Jie like this, it means that the origin of this person must be amazing.

Fang Jie didn't know who the young master in white was. When he was about to rest in the military camp, Bai Lion suddenly became anxious and looked south with caution. Fang Jie knew the ability of Bai Lion, and even faced the great practitioner Bai Lion, he would not be afraid, because it had an unparalleled speed and could escape from any danger. Fang Jie could see that Bai Lion's reaction was a little scared and worried.

If it weren't for threatening the safety of the White Lion, how could it be so uneasy?

Therefore, Fang Jie knew that some great figure must have arrived.

Since I went south, I haven't met a great man for a long time.

Fang Jie saw that the fish was ripe, so he took it down and handed it to Du Mu: "Are you Du Mu in Jin'an City?"

Du Mu quickly bowed: "It's just that I've seen the prince."

"You are well-informed."

Fang Jie smiled, picked up the second fish in the bucket and started to remove the scales. Du Mu quickly smiled and said, "Since you have something to ask for, you must know about the master first."

"What a rough technique"

The young man in white looked at Fang Jie and couldn't help but shake his head and sighed: "This way of removing the scales will destroy the fish skin and damage the flesh. Even if the roasting method is strong, it will inevitably damage the taste."

The golden aura in Fang Jie's hand appeared and soon packed up a fish. The young man in white said with a pity: "What a waste!"

Fang Jie glanced at him: "So pretentious."

The young man in white was slightly stunned and looked at Fang Jie and asked, "Why do you say it's pretentious?"

Fang Jie said calmly: "You said I wasted the scales, and I said I wasted with internal energy. Isn't this pretentious? No matter how bad the fish is, it is still fish, and it is impossible to smell shit. Practicing internal energy is for convenience, so whether it is used to kill people or to clean up fish, you are doing your best, so you are pretentious."

The young man in white smiled and said, "You are indeed a villain."

Fang Jie did not deny it, and turned to look at Du Mu: "Go to my camp and wait. You are so lucky today. You can't keep it for you."

The young master in white asked: "How did you know I would kill him?"

But Du Mu immediately got up and turned around and ran north without even turning his head back.

"No"

Fang Jie shook his head: "If he doesn't leave, I'm going to kill him."

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...

The young man in white looked at the ripples that bounced on the water, but did not collect the rod. Fang Jie did not continue to roast the second fish, with a serious expression.

"Since you're afraid, why are you coming?"

The young man in white asked.

Fang Jie said: "It's like eating spicy food. I know I'll get constipated the next day after taking it, but I still can't help it."

The young master in white seemed to not care about the vulgarity in Fang Zhi's speech and shook his head: "At the most you are addicted to spicy food, you can't get shit out. If you are curious, you may die of addiction."

"Um"

Fang Jie looked at him and said seriously: "Although I don't know who you are, and I don't know where you are, there is a saying that I have been holding back since just now... Will you die if you don't pretend to behave? You obviously led me, but now you are pretending to be incredible, which is very disgusting, really."

The young man in white was still not angry, but instead smiled: "You are wrong... I didn't pretend, I am really unfathomable."

He looked back at Bai Lion Hun Dun, then looked at Fang: "Aren't you pretending too? It seems like you are here alone, but in fact there are six."

"I didn't pretend, either."

Fang Jie said: "If there were more experts around me, I would have more, six... I don't have many."

The young master in white couldn't help but point to the north: "It's fine to bring six masters, and there are at least 500 people holding firearms in their hands and ready at any time. Do you think that kind of thing is useful? It's fine to wait for five hundred personal soldiers, but there are still at least thousands of iron cavalry waiting for it. A round of feather arrows can block the river... How afraid are you to die?"

Fang Jie said for granted: "I am such a decisive man."
Chapter completed!