This waist card left my hand several times and was taken back several times.
When Xia Shang took over the waist card from the old man again, he realized that it would be difficult for him to throw it away.
This old man seems to know a lot of things, but it's not clear whether he knows everything?
For example, does he know who killed Lu Xun?
"Come, come here." The old man asked Xia Shang to come closer, "Let's see how you feel in these high mountains."
Covering the top of the head are stacked mountains, with layers of clouds and mist lingering among them. Although the scenery in the eyes is limited, it can make people inadvertently think of different scenery hidden in farther and higher places. It may be fertile fields thousands of miles away, or it may be stormy waves.
Maybe it’s the mountains and hills…
The country is in this infinite imagination, which makes people fascinated and yearned for.
“The country is picturesque.”
This is Xia Shang's answer.
The old man smiled and shook his head. Still unfinished, he turned around, raised his hands to the sky, and whispered softly: "My country is as picturesque as this."
There is no decisive and domineering attitude, and there is no unquestionable affirmation. Just a few words, as if talking about family matters, or chatting with friends.
But these simple words gave Xia Shang an indescribable feeling of shock.
He finally admitted it!
He really is the emperor!
emperor!
Xia and Shang had never imagined a person so far. They always thought that if they stayed away from the capital, they would be far away from the emperor. They even said that they would never have anything to do with the royal family in this life.
Xia Shang never thought about conquering the world and being in a high position. All he wanted was to make some money, protect his wife, and raise a lot of children. That was enough.
Who would have thought that just a few months after he came to this era, the emperor would stand in front of him alive and say so many words to him.
incredible!
"So this is the emperor?"
Xia Shang's thoughts were a little wandering.
To be honest, the emperor in front of him was very different from what Xia Shang had imagined.
Before I met the emperor, I always felt that ancient emperors should be calm, arrogant, and domineering.
But the person in front of him was completely different. He had kind-hearted features and kind eyes, and was kind and calm. Although he was noble, he didn't show any signs of violence. He was just like an ordinary old man.
Before meeting the emperor, Xia Shang more or less maintained the arrogance of modern people. He always felt that he had so much knowledge that the ancients did not have, which was something to be proud of, and that he was superior to everyone else.
But now Xia Shang knows that he was wrong, and he was very wrong.
No matter what era you are in, if you don't stand on a high place, you will never have the vision of a superior person.
Although this emperor is plain and gentle, he is clear-minded and clear-eyed, as if there is nothing he doesn't know. And there are thieves behind him, but he still remains calm, as if these minions don't even notice!
How much heart does it take to develop this unobtrusive domineering and self-confidence?
At this moment, he behaves like an ordinary old man, but this fright is more frightening than those imagined by the arrogant and majestic emperors on the surface. It is like a dark abyss, and no one can see through him.
…
The situation at the mountain intersection has been deadlocked for a long time, and several more men in white came from the bottom of the mountain. One of them was Mr. Feng, who was the first to kill.
This person's status among the people in white is not low.
Along the way, all the people in white saluted respectfully.
This person's expression seemed to be very impatient, and before the person arrived, he heard his angry voice: "What are you guys doing so dawdling?"
A person on the mountain turned around and spoke, his voice trembling: "Altar Master, this... this person is a little weird!"
As he spoke, he pointed to the kind old man blocking the front.
Mr. Feng came up and took a look, and his pupils shrank.
He also felt that the old man in front of him was a little strange, but he didn't feel that he knew martial arts. He only felt that he had an indescribable feeling of suffocation standing in front of him.
Mr. Feng is different from other men in white. He believes in his martial arts skills and doesn't care if you are weird or not?
"A bunch of useless trash, who cares? Kill them first!"
After saying that, he shook the folding fan in his hand, unfolded it and threw it out.
The small folding fan quickly rotated in mid-air with a turbulent flow, making only a strange "wow-wow" sound, and the two floating leaves that came across on the way were instantly smashed into pieces.
There is nothing special about this fan. It is just an ordinary fan. The power displayed is entirely driven by Mr. Feng's inner strength. It would be impossible to do this without the foundation of cultivation since childhood and the absolutely deep inner strength.
This move in front of me is so powerful that it can cut off the head of a living person in an instant, let alone a fallen leaf.
The fan was extremely fast, and it was in front of the old man in a blink of an eye. Everyone shrank their pupils, and only the old man could react.
Although this old man behaves in an ordinary way, he is definitely not an ordinary person and cannot be dealt with casually.
But he never expected that when the fan was in front of him, the other party didn't react at all. He was still hunched over, head lowered, and his clothes were old and out of shape.
Could it be that he is really an ordinary person?
When I was confused, I just heard a "pop" sound!
The fan hit the old man's heart directly!
But the expected splash of blood did not happen. Instead, the fan fell apart, and pieces of paper flew in the air, turning into butterflies, adding a bit of emotion to this tense scene.
Who still wants to watch the confetti flying?
All the people in white felt their hearts pounding!
The fan hit the old man, but it didn't have any impact on the old man. Even the clothes on his body didn't wrinkle at all. On the contrary, the fan got pregnant.
The key is that from the beginning to the end, I didn't see the opponent using any energy to defend.
"This this……"
Where has Young Master Feng seen such a situation?
In an instant, everything from the soles of his feet to his forehead was freezing. No matter how the old man did it, the other party was definitely an indescribably powerful character.
At least he is a super strong person in Peiyuan realm!
However, before Mr. Feng could come to his senses, the old man not far away smiled softly.
"hehe……"
"Heh...heh...heh..."
Ah!
One word, one sound, brings thousands of changes.
All the people in white clothes in front of the old man felt something was wrong. The laughter was normal at first, but later it became unbearable.
Sometimes sharp, sometimes deep, sometimes long, sometimes short...
You never know what the next syllable he will say is going to be!
The old man smiled, maintaining a special rhythm.
After a few breaths, someone started to cover their ears.
Gradually, more and more people began to cover their ears and show signs of pain.
"Ah……"
"Ah……"
The ghostly laughter persisted, repeated over and over again.
Even Mr. Feng gradually felt uncomfortable and covered his ears uncontrollably.
After a few more breaths, one of the men in white suddenly howled miserably and spat out a mouthful of blood. His orifices suddenly exploded and blood flowed across his body. He fell into a puddle of mud and fell to the ground lifeless. (To be continued)