Xue Yiren found himself in front of Feng Zhou, seemingly unable to escape.
He had a life-and-death showdown with Zuo Qinghou and completely settled the feud between the two families. This was his inner thought. He had already planned to go to Zuo Qinghou secretly to discuss a date for the decisive battle.
Although he had already written the war message, the matter was only brewing in his mind and he had not yet put it into action, let alone discussed it with Zuo Qinghou.
But Feng Zhou expressed his inner thoughts in one sentence.
This person is well-versed in worldly affairs and has a good understanding of human relationships. With just one meeting, you can clearly see his innermost thoughts.
But Xue Yiren knew that only the best swordsman in the world could understand his kind of thinking.
Therefore, he knew in his heart that the martial arts of Feng Zhou in front of him was unfathomable, and his thinking was even more unfathomable.
Xue Yiren couldn't help but sighed: "Feng Daxia is indeed a master in this world. With Feng Daxia in the Huashan Sect, he will definitely lead the martial arts world. What is in the old man's heart can all be said by Feng Daxia."
Feng Zhou was silent for a moment and said with a smile: "Brother Zuo and I are close friends, and today I met the great hero Xue Daxia, so I would like to ask one more question. The grudge between Zuo and Xue's family must be resolved by a life-or-death showdown between the two of them."
You know? If you, Master Xue, die in the battle, you will still have the support of Erxia Xue in your family. If Brother Zuo dies in the battle, there will be only one orphan left in the Zuo family. I am afraid that the Zuo family will wither away. Is this what you two heads want to see?
Arrived?"
Feng Zhou didn't say this to smooth over the grudge between his two families. In fact, he couldn't erase the grudge that lasted for hundreds of years. But he still said it because he knew that there was no need for him to take action.
The descendants of the family can take the initiative to smooth over the feud between the two families.
Zuo Mingzhu, the daughter of Zuo Qinghou, fell in love with Xue Bin, the second son of Xue Yiren.
Such a bloody thing is simply the best template for using love to generate electricity, which can completely eliminate the conflicts between the Zuo and Xue families.
Even if there is a hundred years of grudges and hatred between his two families, so what, in the face of great love, everything falls apart!
Feng Zhou only needs to pretend to be mysterious. He doesn't need to do anything or care about anything. He only needs to pretend to be mysterious and say a few words. The matter will fall into place easily. He can be in the hearts of the two of them simply by lying down.
Why not enjoy the reputation?
After Feng Zhou spoke, Xue Yiren was silent for a moment.
He, Xue Yiren, is too lazy to care about the life and death of Zuojiazhuang. But he really has to think about the future of Xuejiazhuang.
Now that he is here in Xue Family Village, everything is stable, but the calmness is now filled with undercurrents. His younger brother has become a madman, and his two sons and one daughter are not easy to worry about. If Zuo Qinghou kills him,
I'm afraid Xuejiazhuang is almost finished.
Xue Yiren's body, which stood upright like a javelin, suddenly seemed to become a little craggy. He was silent for a long time, and then he sighed and said: "Our Xue and Zuo families have been feuding for hundreds of years, and our hatred has been so long that we can connect with each other."
The reason for the hatred has been forgotten."
Feng Zhou smiled faintly: "A century-old grudge is actually not difficult to resolve."
"Oh." Xue Yiren glanced at him, suddenly smiled, and said: "How can I not welcome the distinguished guests? The seabass in the kitchen must have been cooked at this moment. Why don't we have a drink first?"
The seabass was indeed cooked well, and the wine was also good.
Feng Zhou drank water as usual.
No one can make him drink, not even Xue Yiren.
But he really likes the atmosphere of wine, food and friends.
He smiled slightly and said: "If it weren't for the feud between Xue Zuo's family, you and Zuo Qinghou would definitely become good friends."
Xue Yiren's face changed, and he said: "You were originally Zuo Qinghou's friend, and now you are also my friend. I just hope you understand one thing... No one can resolve the hatred between the Xue Zuo family. .”
Feng Zhou said: "Why?"
Xue Yiren sighed: "Do you know how many people from the Xue family have died at the hands of the Zuo family in the past hundred years?"
Feng Zhou asked: "Is it similar to the death of the Zuo family at the hands of the Xue family?"
Xue Yiren said: "It is precisely because of this, and precisely because of this, that the hatred between the Xue and Zuo families has become deeper and deeper. Unless one of the two families is dead, no one can hope to resolve this hatred."
Feng Zhou chuckled and said, "I don't think so."
"Oh?" Xue Yiren's tone was very calm.
"Of course I, as an outsider, cannot resolve the conflict between the two families." Feng Zhou said with a smile, "But I believe that young people must have a way. We must believe in the wisdom of future generations."
"The wisdom of future generations?" Xue Yiren looked at Feng Zhou's face, which was only thirty years old, and felt a very awkward feeling in his heart.
How old are you to speak so old-fashioned?
It always makes people feel so awkward when they hear it.
At this moment, someone suddenly heard someone shouting: "Okay, you have good wine and food, but you don't ask me to come and eat."
A man walked in suddenly. He was wearing a red suit with a green turtle embroidered on it.
This man seemed to be a lunatic. As soon as he sat down, he would bring the whole plate of fish in front of him and eat it with his hands.
Xue Yiren frowned and smiled bitterly: "This is my younger brother laughing at me, he...he..."
Xue Xiaoren?
The leader of the Assassin Order.
A somewhat popular old boss and godfather.
I don’t know if Xue Pan, the coachman, has secretly met his former boss after being in Songjiang for so many days.
Xue Xiaoren's mouth was full of fish. He spit out the thorns and said with a smile: "Xue Yiren is a great swordsman, but Xue Xiaoren is a big eater. Although Xue Xiaoren has not been able to beat Xue Yiren since he was a child, he will run away when he eats."
Xue Yiren said angrily: "Who asked you to come?"
Xue Baobao said with a smile: "This is also my home. Why can't I come? You can call me stupid and worthless, but you can't say that I am not Father Xue's son."
Xue Yi sighed, shook his head and said: "Master Feng is not funny. He was not like this originally. Until seven or eight years ago, I don't know why, but suddenly... suddenly changed."
Feng Zhou laughed, suddenly stood up, and bowed deeply to Xue Xiaoren.
The Xue brothers were stunned for a moment.
Xue Yiren said in confusion: "What is Master Feng doing?"
Xue Xiaoren also seemed frightened: "Could it be that I robbed your fish and you want to file a complaint? You are not a man!"
Feng Zhou said: "A ruler is short, an inch is long. Although Xue Daxia has reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship, there are also things that Xue Erxia is good at, which Xue Daxia cannot match."
"What?" Xue Yiren was stunned.
"What?" Xue Xiaoren was stunned, and his heart was horrified.
He is the leader of a killer organization. He does not care about right and wrong when killing people, but only negotiates the price. This matter has been kept very closely guarded. Even Xue Pan does not know his true identity.
Could it be that Feng Zhou in front of him saw his true nature?
How is this possible?
Even the eldest brother, a person who lives with him day and night, doesn't know. How could he, a Huashan swordsman, know?
"Although Erxia Xue fell into a demonic state, he got rid of his troubles and achieved great purity. If he continues and forgets both things and himself, his swordsmanship will surely improve by leaps and bounds."
Feng Zhou said with a smile.
Xue Yiren sighed. He thought Feng Zhou made him feel relieved, so he didn't take these words to heart at all.
Xue Xiaoren also sighed, but there was some understanding in his heart.
It seems that this guy in front of him can make him take a further step in the way of swordsmanship.
Feng Zhou's next words really revealed his inner judgment:
"Heart disease requires heart medicine. If I can make Xue Erxia's swordsmanship reach a higher level, his mind will be restored a little. I don't know how Xue Xia can thank me?"
"What?"
The brothers were stunned again?
Father Xue died early, and Xue Xiaoren was brought up by his eldest brother. As the saying goes, an elder brother is like a father, so Xue Yiren had too high expectations for this younger brother and restricted him too strictly. In addition, his own brother's halo was so great that Xue Xiaoren no matter what
No matter how he practices swordsmanship, no matter what he does, he is always shrouded in the reputation of his elder brother. Therefore, Xue Erxia went "crazy" in anger...
Thinking of this, Xue Yiren stood up and looked at Feng Zhou with doubts or expectations.
"Feng Daxia can really make my brother recover?"
Xue Yiren asked hesitantly.
Feng Zhou smiled slightly: "First of all, you have to lend me Xue Erxia for a few days."