Yanjing. A simple and cool old house. There is an old locust tree planted in the center of the courtyard. Under the locust tree there are bluestone tables and chairs, and a pot of piping hot tea. The fragrance of tea overflows, filling the place like Jiangnan.
In the courtyard of the other courtyard.
It is a bright sunny day today, and the warm sunshine rises from the east and shines in every corner of the courtyard. It is pleasant and at the same time, you can feel the rare warm sunshine in winter.
Huhu——
Occasionally, hot steam sprayed out from the pot, but the old man lying on the rocking chair ignored it, squinting in the sun and exuding the aura of a worldly master.
He was wrapped in a dark robe, and the gray beard on his face actually fell to his chest. He looked like an old Taoist priest who had come down from the mountain.
Creak.
The small door next to the courtyard suddenly opened. Another old man came slowly and landed next to the old man in black robe.
"Brother, the world outside is getting more and more exciting." The Eighth Prince glanced at the old man in the rocking chair and said sincerely.
"Really." The old man in black robe slowly opened his eyes, a ray of abundant light overflowed from his eyes, and said casually. "How exciting?"
"Chu Lin came out of the mountain." The Eighth Prince said slowly.
"Are you scared out of your wits by him?" The old man in black robe frowned slightly. He seemed to be quite unhappy with this young junior brother's verbosity. This was the third time he mentioned Chu Lin in his ear.
"Cao Jingzhe is back." The Eighth Prince expressed a subtle expression.
"Oh?" The old man in black robe narrowed his eyes and said meaningfully. "It has been more than twenty years. He is finally back."
"Is he coming back for revenge?" the Eighth Prince asked softly.
"He is known as the most legendary businessman in China in the past thirty years. But he missed the thirty years of China's take-off. He was proud, and he wanted to leave a thick footprint in the history of China. But he failed. He
Traveling to a foreign country, he shined in Wall Street, a street filled with the smell of copper. His talent was displayed, but his heart was never satisfied." The old man in black robe emphasized his tone. "His roots are in China after all.
"
The Eighth Prince listened to his senior brother's narration and sighed: "A man who is like a genius was driven out of China alive."
"No." The old man in black robe shook his head. "This is his own choice. He left to come back better."
As if a certain heartstring in his heart was touched, a strange blush appeared on the face of the old man in black robe.
The Eighth Prince is the closest fellow disciple among the eight princes of the Miao Sect to the master of the Miao Sect sitting on the rocking chair. Only he can see the master at any time, find him, chat with him and drink tea.
He poured two cups of tea, handed one to the old man in the rocking chair, and then picked up another cup himself. He took a sip and said with a smile: "It's over again."
The old man took a sip of the cow drink and said calmly: "I don't know how to taste tea."
The Eighth Prince was startled, and then he said something shocking: "The people from Longmen have taken action."
"Who showed up?" It seemed that he had expected what the Eighth Prince said, and the old man was not surprised.
"Tiechu. Judge." The Eighth Prince said calmly.
"The two people who went up the mountain took action." The old man pondered for a moment, then flicked his middle finger, and the teacup accurately returned to its original position, showing excellent finger strength. "It seems that the prince was intoxicated with the pair.
Chu Lin, who has been here for more than ten years, is still extremely afraid."
"They are all dead." The Eighth Prince hesitated for a moment and said.
"A dragon is a dragon. No matter how small a dragon is, it cannot be killed by insects."
The old man's evaluation was exactly the same as Cao Jingzhe's.
The Eighth Prince glanced at him hesitantly, and then asked: "The Shenhui people are shocked by the death of the second and fourth children. They want us to give an explanation."
"statement!?"
The old man sat up suddenly. A sharp aura like a hawk suddenly exploded. Even the Eighth Prince, who was extremely close to him, couldn't help but take two steps back, lowering his head and not daring to look at him.
"The second and fourth sons are all members of the Miao Sect. Why should the Shen Hui want to explain!?" the old man said in a chilling voice. "He has already taken control of the Shen Hui. Is it possible that he also wants to control my little Miao Sect too?
"
The black-robed old man had an extremely cold hatred all over his body. He seemed to be extremely angry at the power of the God in his mouth.
The Eighth Prince pursed his lips. After the old man's aura gradually dissipated, his eyes fell on a door in the side room and hesitantly said: "But he - is here after all."
The old man in black robe groaned and said, "So what?"
"Shenhui and Longmen will eventually think that we have interfered -"
"Shenhui Longmen has sucked up the masters of Miaomen for more than 20 years. Is it possible that I need to consult their opinions when I train one?" The old man in black robe said solemnly. "The fourth child, the second child, and the sixth child were all killed by that one.
The superior president of the Shenhui was absorbed. The third and seventh children were taken away by Longmen. Especially the seventh child! He even dared to disobey orders when he went up to the mountain to fight. He went on a trip with that prince!"
The Eighth Prince heard the resentment in his senior brother's voice. He sighed and said helplessly: "Back then, Master set up the Eight Sons from the Miao Sect and the Three Kings from the Inner Sect. The senior brothers followed them. But this is human nature."
"Of course it's okay for people to go to higher places!" the old man in black robe said coldly. "But these old scoundrels are facing the new master one by one. They don't even care about the wonderful door! If you die, you will die. It's not a pity!"
The Eighth Prince sat slowly on the stone bench and stared at the angry senior brother with a calm expression. He said softly: "I will always accompany senior brother and develop the wonderful door together with senior brother."
The old man in black robe glanced at him, his tone softened, and he said: "You are the only one left among the eight sons who are still interested in Miaomen. On the surface, Miaomen still has a great family and a great cause. In fact, it is falling apart. Youzhi of Longmen and Shenhui.
There are more. We old guys sitting in the headquarters have the fewest cards at our disposal——"
"The second and fourth sons are gone. The resources left by the third brother have been digested by us back then. Fortunately, the master limited the power within the sect and must not be led by people outside the sect. Otherwise, most of the power of the wonderful sect will be lost to the two of us.
The inner sect brother is occupying it." The Eighth Prince said helplessly.
"Senior brother of the inner sect?" The old man in black robe sneered. "Which of the so-called three kings of the inner sect is not a prominent figure for a while? The master has given them benefits and always wants to get something from them. Unexpectedly, stealing the chicken will end up losing the rice.
Not only did they not take advantage, but they were greatly taken advantage of by these vampires. If you think about it, without Miaomen's secret manipulation, how could the Shenhui be as influential as it is today? Without Miaomen's talent output, Longmen would be where it is today.
The scenery? Humph. The chief consultant of the Oval Table. The honorary leader of the Dragon Gate. What a dazzling title. But what is its practical use?"
The Eighth Prince pursed his lips, but was speechless.
This outer sect senior brother has always had a calm nature and is deeply loved by the master. If the three kings of the inner sect had not suddenly appeared, the senior senior brother who had been planned by the master for a long time would never have ended up in such a mess.
Have a grudge against the master?
Don't dare.
But he was extremely resentful towards those three kings who were the last to enter but were highly regarded by their master. They were then and even more so now.
"One day, Miaomen will regain its former glory. Shenhui, Longmen? How can it be compared with my three-hundred-year-old Miaomen?" the old man in black robe said ambitiously. "Old Eighth, you recently went back to take over the second and fourth children's.
Anyone who dares to disobey you - kill!"
"I have the order." The Eighth Prince stood up suddenly, with a solemn look on his face.
…
After the Eighth Prince left, the old man in black robe slowly stood up and walked into the side room that had not been opened for a long time.
The room was dark and dark, with a faint pungent smell of blood. The cold breath rushed towards the face, making it extremely uncomfortable. However, the old man in black robe walked to the innermost floor with an indifferent expression. His eyes fell on the man lying on the wooden board.
The man on.
The man wore an iron mask on his face and lay on the wooden board like a corpse. Lifeless.
The old man in black robe walked to the wooden board and said calmly: "You have been sleeping for a month and a half. It's time to get up."
"I'm very tired." A hoarse voice as if it was being torn apart escaped from the iron mask. It was emotionless.
"Is it more tiring than when you were setting bones and scraping skin?" the old man in black robe asked.
"Tired." The hoarse voice sounded again.
"Your parents see you as a fool. Your brother sees you as a monster." The old man in black robe said heartily. "If you die, you will die. What regrets are there?"
The vicious eyes of the man in the iron mask lost their former look, and he said hoarsely: "You are so noisy."
"You don't want to listen? Or you don't dare to listen?" the old man in black robe said word by word. "Back then, Qin Yu set up a trap to make you an enemy of Chuhe. Why didn't he want to drive you out of the Qin family? Your eyes regarded you as an enemy.
If Qian Machine's parents didn't know that you were capable of making money for the Qin family, would they really let you show off your power in the Qin family? I think you are the only one who treats them as a relative, right? When did they treat you as a son or brother? "
"You have done so much for Qin Yu. But in the end, he regards you as an enemy fighting for the family property." The old man in black robe said coldly. "Is it worth it to be helpless for such a person?"
"Shut up!"
Whoosh!
The man in the iron mask jumped up and hit the old man in black robe with his iron fist as hard as steel.
The latter stepped back and stared at the Iron Masked Man who finally stood up: "Which one feels better, standing or lying down?"
The man in the iron mask stared at the old man in black robe with his vicious eyes, but said nothing.
"They are dead. You still have me, your real master." The old man in black robe stared at the man in the iron mask for a moment. "What is a mere member of the Qin family? As long as you can stand up again, I can give you ten
The Qin family!"
"Outsiders think that my wonderful door is gradually declining. But how can a three-hundred-year-old wonderful door fall down so easily?"
"Qin Tianbao, you are my disciple Duanmu Yiyi! I will never allow you to be looked down upon by anyone!"
"When I die in a hundred years, you will take my seat. My master left me a mess. But I will give you a wonderful door that the world will respect!"
The vicious eyes of the man in the iron mask were fixed on Duanmu Yiyi, the three-hundred-year-old master of the Miao Sect, the man who left his second son in a cold room after he healed his wounds, but was willing to chat with him by the bedside.
The old man who stayed up all night.
The man in the iron mask took off his mask, and a strange smile appeared on his ugly face. He hoarsely uttered two unfamiliar words for the first time: "Master."
The old man in black robes quietly stared at this face that was extremely ugly even in the eyes of people with weird aesthetics. After a long time, he said with a hint of kindness on his face: "Has anyone ever told you that you are really handsome when you smile?
