Cao Qingdao looked at Xiang Que, frowned and asked, "Lao Xiang, is this the case?"
Xiang Que smiled and said calmly: "People have a mouth to say whatever they want, but Qingdao, I ask you, if you weren't here, would I have to explain? Do you know what they want? Is it Wang Xuanzhen's concubine?"
The funerary objects of Jiang Ziya unearthed from the cemetery are considered priceless antiques to ordinary people.
, but you understand what it means to people like us? In the face of absolute interests, how credible do you think the words that come out of your mouth can be? Your senior brother and the others can be said to have taken advantage of Liu Kun.
I bought it, but who knows whether I paid or not? But I have to say that Wang Kunlun snatched it from Liu Kun’s house. Do you believe it or not?”
Cao Qingdao glanced at Zhao Lijun and Su Ho next to him, and he immediately understood the meaning of being brought to this small forest. He might have been a lobbyist for them after spending a long time, and it was his brother who persuaded them.
Maoshan is Cao Qingdao's natal family, and Xiang Que is his best friend in life and death. This multiple-choice question gave Cao Qingdao almost no choice. Which side do you want him to help? Should he help his natal family or his brother?
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Once he makes a choice, it means that he may lose the other person. He feels that his lips are heavy and he cannot open them at all.
Cao Qingdao smiled very sadly and miserably. This question was too difficult for him.
Zhao Lijun patted his shoulder and suddenly said in his ear: "Qingdao, do you know how we became enemies with Xiang Que? Originally we had no grievances, but in the woods of southern Guizhou, he tricked us.
Mao Shan, he killed two of your fellow disciples, not only kidnapped your senior sister and almost lost her life, but then he faked his own death to deceive you. If you hadn't bumped into him here today, wouldn't you still have thought so?
Xiang Que is dead?"
"Senior sister..." Cao Qingdao turned around and asked in astonishment.
Su He nodded lightly. Cao Qingdao suddenly collapsed and squatted on the ground in pain, covering his head. Zhao Lijun was overwhelmed by the words. He didn't have any feelings for Xiang Que.
I am shaken, but I really don’t know how to make a choice.
Zhang Shoucheng grinned sinisterly and said: "Xiang Que, seeing how painful your brother was, are you a little sad? You dared to offend Longhu Mountain and Maoshan for Wang Kunlun, but now you are doing it for Cao Qingdao Neng
Can't you give up those three things in your hand? Or is it that in your heart, Cao Qingdao is not as important as that gangster? That's right, how many levels of friendship can there be, and can it be bought with money? Haha
,Ha ha······"
"What the hell, can you stop nagging me there? What's the matter with you? You're the one who can stir up trouble the most. Why did you bring me here? What's your intention?" Cao Qingdao
He stood up suddenly, pointed at Zhang Shoucheng and cursed: "You brought me here just because you wanted to force me to ask Lao Xiang to hand over my things, right?"
"Ask your senior brother, this is what he meant." Zhang Shoucheng smiled lightly.
Cao Qingdao pursed his lips and looked at Xiang Que and Zhao Lijun with a complicated expression. How could he speak like this?
Asking Xiang Que to hand over the things, Xiang Que might do so, but wouldn’t it be awkward for the two of them to meet in the future?
If he doesn't speak up, will he have the dignity to go to Maoshan again?
"Qing Dao, everything must be based on the overall situation. Maoshan is your home, right?" Zhao Lijun pointed at himself and Su Ho and said, "You also said that we are your family, and family affairs are your business, right?
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"Elder brother, in addition to family, a person must have friends, what about brothers, right?" Cao Qingdao laughed miserably.
Cao Qingdao did not dare to look at Xiang Que, because he knew that even if there was only a trace of prayer in his eyes, Xiang Que would definitely nod.
This is how people interact with each other.
With some people, if you spend a lifetime with them, you won’t be able to see through their inner emotions, but with some people, if you spend time with them twice, you may know how strong the relationship between the two is!
"Bang" Xiang Que suddenly took off the canvas bag from his shoulder and threw it on the ground.
"Huh?" Cao Qingdao raised his head and was stunned: "Old, old Xiang...I, I didn't speak."
Xiang Que smiled and said: "Money is all external things. If you don't have it, you can earn it. But if I don't have my brother, tell me where can I go to meet someone named Cao Qingdao? Who didn't leave me alone in the underworld?"
Run away? You can let me sell your home, Qingdao, can I make it difficult for you?"
Cao Qingdao looked at the bag thrown by Xiang Que on the ground, nodded silently, and muttered: "Hand it, I'm not blind."
"Take the things and bring the bag back to me." Xiang Que kicked the bag over with his foot. Zhao Lijun bent down to pick it up and opened it to see the Tai Chi diagram inside.
He knew the item was genuine by looking at it, so he returned the bag to Xiang Que.
Xiang Que picked up the bag and said to Cao Qingdao: "I have kept my death secret from you because I don't want to embarrass you. After all, I have a conflict with Mao Shan and I don't want you to be caught in the middle. Don't think too much."
"Well, I know, Lao Xiang can do whatever he wants. Can our relationship have a crack because of this? Haha, I understand."
Xiang Que nodded and turned around to leave. Unexpectedly, Zhang Shoucheng suddenly said: "Xiang Que, are you still in trouble?"
Xiang Que said without looking back: "What, you still have to ask me to pay some interest?"
Zhang Shoucheng shook his head and said: "We will settle the matter of interest later. You handed over what Maoshan asked for, but the matter of the First Emperor's Mausoleum has not yet been explained, right? Although Xiang Que and we have not had a formal confrontation, I can see that.
It seems that you haven’t completely taken back the heavenly luck that you stole, right? You have to give back what you robbed, but you also have to give back the luck that you robbed.”
Xiang Que turned back, pointed at him and said: "Then I can tell you clearly that I can't give it to you. I can hand over the things you use Cao Qingdao to play emotional cards with me, but what other trump cards do you have to hand over to me, the fate of heaven and luck?"
"Did we go through so much trouble just for a few dead things?" Zhang Shoucheng licked his lips and said with a smile: "You think the problem is too simple. It's our fault that after tossing so many people, we can't get a satisfactory result."
"Can you stop me?" Xiang Que curled his lips and said, "The Twelve Heavenly Gate Formation trapped me, it's not even a little bit close."
"Is that so? Do you want to see if it's enough now?" The tip of the sword in Zhang Shoucheng's hand suddenly lifted up and hit Cao Qingdao's heart.
"Xiang Que, brotherly love can allow you to hand over the things in Tai Gong Cemetery. Do you think Cao Qingdao's life is enough for you to hand over your share of heaven's destiny?"