The human mind has the inertia of a moving object, and it is naturally very difficult for a man who is accustomed to the sword to move sideways to change this way of thinking that sends him to the pinnacle of life. Like the one in front of him, nine out of ten of them are countrymen who look like migrant workers in the Zhahu District of Nanjing and Shanghai, and standing on the plane of the Cai family's men, they may never have any intersection with the people on the plane of migrant workers.

Who would have imagined that this man of the Cai family, who was born in a red family and is now the chairman of the board of directors of the Huagong Group, once had a fixed place to live? People in the circle who are familiar with this man know that this man who does not enjoy the Shanghai Huangpu Club and the Nanjing Jinling Hotel prefers the hot food stalls on the side of the road. Talking about business with this man, one must be able to drink authentic two pot heads, and the other must be able to eat a bite of pure Sichuan food.

Today, the man once again sat on the ground in the middle of the camp in the midst of everyone's stunned eyes, and the expensive "Armani" that his delicate wife who lived in the Zhongshan Golf Villa in Nanjing personally selected for him seemed to be not much different from a stall of ten or twenty yuan.

Then, in the midst of everyone's dumbfounding, the mountain Diao Min, who had never been able to let people see his true thoughts, actually sat cross-legged on the ground, hunched over, and his hands habitually crossed into his sleeves.

"The people in the village like to call me a tricky boy, because I love to be a good person when I am a child, and I am the kind of tricky villain who will repay me. When I was eight years old, Lombrazan next door, who was five years older than me, snatched me of a horn knife, and in the end, do you know what happened?"

The early morning mist dissipated, the soft and warm sunlight slowly sprinkled on the Kunlun Mountains, through the thick green leaves, the small stream that passed through the flowing water village was also shining with stars, accompanied by the late autumn breeze, forming a harmonious harmonic song among the thousand-year-old mountains infested by the legendary gods and monsters.

It's just that the atmosphere in the makeshift campsite by the stream is not ordinarily secretive. The squinting Kunlun Mountain Diao Min recounted the old past with great interest, as if the man who was also sitting cross-legged across from him and dressed in an expensive Armani was just an old friend he hadn't seen for many years.

What's even more strange is that the man on the other side who is in charge of many life and death powers in the Yangtze River Delta actually squinted his eyes and listened with interest to the past of Chen Sesame and Rotten Grain, which everyone seemed to have no meaning at all.

"What's wrong?" the man struck again, leaving everyone collectively stunned.

It seems that the posture just now is not very comfortable, Kunlun Diao Min, who was sitting cross-legged, moved his buttocks and put on a more ugly posture to make himself more comfortable: "Actually, it's nothing, I just put a 'fire burner' to their livestock shed in the middle of the night, and then got a nest of ants that like to eat meat and put it in their window." Well, of course, the fire burner was placed on the bow horns, and the man-eating ants were obtained by Huiyou I don't know where they came from, anyway, I have been jumping up and down this Kunlun Mountain for more than 20 years, and I have never seen these two legendary things. My two brothers, everything is good, but there is a little bit of a bad thing, the famous calf protector, if you don't believe it, you can ask Abazar. ”

Hearing the last sentence, the bow horn that was originally in the shape of angry gold and steel smiled innocently, touched his head and did not forget to nod, and then seemed to suddenly remember something, his face was straight, and he stared at the special elite who was following the man of the Cai family.

Laughing like a bear, angry like a yaksha gold steel, a husband when the pass, ten thousand from the open, immediately horizontal knife, as stable as Mount Tai.

Just when the bow horn touched his head and smiled, the man next to him who was like a hibiscus flower suddenly smiled like a bloom, and at this moment, even Tao Yao, a woman from the Cai family who was standing opposite, couldn't help but have a dizzy illusion.

Who would have imagined that a man who looks better than a woman, is more delicate than a woman, and looks even weaker than a woman, when he just put down those special elites, no one can match his speed and toughness.

"Are they your brother?" Cai Xiuge, who was sitting cross-legged, tilted his head and looked at the two men standing opposite, his expression a little puzzled.

"A brother who is like a fake. ”

"What if it's fake?" Cai Xiuge smiled lightly, no longer asked, but shook his head lightly and said, "Do you want to say that if I rob your jade, it will be chased to the ends of the earth, and you three brothers will also want me to spit out the jade?"

Li Yundao glanced at the man of the Cai family opposite with some confusion, obviously this sentence should be said by him, not from the mouth of the other party, and the other party robbed him of his words, for a while, he was a little confused about what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd of the man with an elegant face on the other side.

No matter how well-read he Li Yundao is, no matter how much he accumulates, in the final analysis, he is still a countryman who has never been out of Kunlun Mountain at the farthest. No matter how tricky he is, how flexible he is, and how he has a city government, he still lacks the confidence to make a blockbuster.

Experience, in fact, is the devil.

Today's Li Yundao is like a magazine full of bullets, but the gun that can just hold his magazine is missing, and there is a huge lethal armor-piercing bullet, but it is useless.

This gun is not something that can be made in a day or two, a year or two years.

The off-road vehicle that roared all the way away was as earth-shattering as it arrived, and when it left, it still did not forget to shock the world in front of the group of countrymen in the village who had never seen the world.

But until the roars disappeared, the Kunlun Diao people sitting in the center of the camp were still like Bodhisattvas who had pinched the root seal of King Ming, and the eight winds did not move.

"Bow Horn, are those things that the group of people took out just now the legendary guns? are even more powerful than the earthen guns made by Hui You himself? Can you recognize what kind of gun it is?" Li Yundao, who sat on the ground and pondered for a long time, finally spoke up.

The man who was holding the little lama and always smiling after the convoy left shook his head and cast an inquiring look at Hui You beside him.

The man, who was better looking than a woman, muttered twice and shook his head.

Obviously, these two men, who have not stepped out of the Kunlun Mountains for more than 20 years, have no concept of arms.

"The Russian-made PSS whispering pistol, the whole gun is 165 mm long, the barrel is 76 mm long, the empty gun weighs 710 grams, the bullet weighs 10 grams, the muzzle velocity is high, the firing range is long, and the power is great, and ordinary body armor can't prevent it at all. At a distance of 30 meters, there is basically no problem with penetrating a 5 mm thick steel plate. The middle-aged uncle appeared in front of Li Yundao at the right time, squatted down very strangely, and talked about the pistols that he thought the three brothers of the Li family were unfamiliar with.

Like the Middle East and West Africa, these war-torn countries with frequent regime changes and continuous ethnic conflicts, guns are as common as eating and drinking, and children of seven or eight years old can carry an AK47 that is much taller than him, but even in countries like the United States, where guns are not banned in some provinces and states, in addition to the mentally disordered elements who have been repeatedly seen in the media, it is basically difficult to see ordinary people carrying guns and ammunition, let alone China, an emerging country with a relatively stricter legal system.

However, there is no shortage of fresh cases from ancient times to the present. In addition to the wonderful people who can get the gun order through various means, many places on the border, forests, mountain villages, and agricultural towns can still see hunting rifles, earthen guns, etc., of course, these things that are no less powerful than ordinary military rifles can come in handy when facing the bear blind man and the wild boar king, these earthen guns and shotguns stained with animal blood can still be seen in large-scale armed battles between villages.

Li Yundao knew that Hui You had a local system that made its own according to the local method, and the power was not big, and the power was not small, and he could have beaten the and mountain jumps, but in the face of bison and brown bears, the power of the soil system was not at all comparable to the earthen bow with the horns of the bow on his back. However, by chance, Hui You and the old hunter who lived alone at the foot of the mountain "learned", returned to the temple and studied hard for more than half a month, and the seemingly inconspicuous shotgun finally shot off half of the boar's head when the bow horn had not taken out the cow tendon bow, and its effect was not as good as a dark horse.

The old hunter, who didn't know the origin, spent three days teaching Hui You the basic knowledge of a full set of guns and ammunition, and by the way, he helped Hui You recognize the most advanced guns in various countries with hand drawings, including the Russian-made PSS silencer pistol. It's just that Hui You has never seen a real gun, and Orion's drawing skills are really not very good, and as for Hui You, who has taken a three-day crash gun class, he didn't recognize the PSS that looks quite majestic.

Compared to Hui You, a half-gun entry-level apprentice, the middle-aged uncle who describes the performance of the PSS to the point of refinement can be called half a firearms expert. When he was a car soldier on the snowy mountain, he was very obsessed with the 56-type semi-automatic that was very scarce at that time. When he was a soldier, he didn't have a gun of his own, this regret he brought to middle age, until his career was successful, someone took the initiative to give him a gun license, his first gun was not a delicate revolver or a gorgeous desert eagle, but a 56-type semi-automatic submachine gun that haunted the dream, since then, it has been out of control. The basement of the first floor of his 100 million villa in the Overseas Chinese Town in the Pearl River Delta is basically a small arsenal. Among them is the Russian-made PSS silencer pistol in the hand of the man who was not arrogant just now.

Li Yundao, who was still sitting cross-legged on the ground and hunched over, raised his head to look at the middle-aged uncle who was engraved with the marks of people in the city all over his body, and smiled habitually. Only when he stood behind him like two towers did he know that when Li Yundao was expressionless, he was truly relaxed, on the contrary, the smile on his face would only shine to those strangers who couldn't figure out the situation.

"Little brother, get up, Cai Xiuge robbed something, it's not a shame!" The middle-aged uncle stretched out his hand to Li Yundao.

Compared with the middle-aged uncle's wide and warm hands, Li Yundao's slender and white hands like a woman were cold. Only the moment of hand in hand touch, the middle-aged uncle felt a trace of panic hidden in the deepest part of his heart by the mountain people sitting in the middle of the camp opposite.

Even though he has been jumping up and down on Kunlun Mountain for more than 20 years, he has never gone to school but has read more books than his peers, Li Yundao is still a mountain man who has never walked out of Kunlun Mountain, even if he can be calm in the face of a blind bear, but just now the man of the Cai family who spoke unhurriedly threw a small stone into the ancient well.

If this is really an ancient well, but this is an active volcano that is poised to erupt, the chain effect that a small stone can produce may not be described in two words.

"Is Cai Xiuge really famous?" asked Li Yundao, who was pulled to his feet by the middle-aged uncle, while patting the dirt standing on his clothes and pants, asked very casually.

"Famous?" the middle-aged uncle smiled faintly, "Little brother, haven't you ever walked out of Kunlun Mountain?"

Li Yundao raised his head suddenly, stared at the middle-aged uncle's eyes, and did not speak, only nodded slowly after a while.

There is no shame, he feels that there is no shame at all, for more than 20 years, he Li Yundao can't get out of this Kunlun Mountain not because he doesn't want to, but because he can't.

"It's no wonder that there are rumors about that man all over the place now, and the red background alone is enough to embarrass many people. If you sue the reporter today that Cai Xiuge robbed you of your jade, and you still chatted with him face-to-face with your legs crossed for a long time, tomorrow maybe you will also be in the newspaper, record a TV show, start a blog in Ming'er, and then publish a book, basically once you become famous, you basically don't have to worry about eating and drinking in your life. The middle-aged uncle babbled for a long time, and there was only one core, that man was not only famous, but also very famous, very famous, so famous that he could feed a large group of people.

In fact, to see if a person is really famous, just look at a little is enough, if you help his reputation feed a group of people, whether it is research, writing, printing, pirated copies, as long as someone revolves around your name all day long, then basically, you are a celebrity.

Li Yundao has never walked out of Kunlun Mountain, it does not mean that he is isolated from the world, although it is only sent once a month, but each time a thick pile is enough for him to sit in the small room of the Buddhist temple and study for several days and nights.

At this time, Li Yundao found out that the two newspapers seemed to be deliberately ignored by this wealthy tycoon, but in fact, it was true, the 21st Century and the Economic Observer in Beijing, which belonged to the southern newspaper industry, were not within the sphere of influence of the Cai family's men, and the Ou Grasshopper and the Cai family men were the most wrong way to entrench themselves in the south。 How could Li Yundao, who only knew about the outside world through two newspapers, know that the power of the three words "Cai Xiuge" is tantamount to a bombshell in the Yangtze River Delta!

"Who are you?" Li Yundao looked at the middle-aged uncle suspiciously.

"I, a little person, the king of the three horizons, the head of the stone, the king stone!"

Generally speaking, there are two kinds of people in this world.

One is the little people who have some ambitions, they will watch the carp jump the dragon gate day and night, and only wait for the seemingly gorgeous but sad to turn over and jump, and then they can stand on the top of the pyramid and look down on all living beings. Even if they don't wait for the opportunity to take the leap, the little people usually want others to think of themselves as big people, and if they can't be satisfied materially, then let themselves be completely lustful in the deformed spiritual world.

On the contrary, there is another kind of people, who really become people who integrate into the circle at the top of the pyramid, but most of the time they want others to treat them as small people, only when they really stand on a high place and have an unbearable experience, they will understand the preciousness of grassroots civilian thinking, so they will also play the game of "pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger" with one mind, usually only those "tigers" who are accidentally swallowed by them know that these deliberately low-key acts, The guys with smiles comparable to smiling Buddhas will pull one out casually, and it will not be inferior to the energy of "crossing the river dragon".

This middle-aged uncle who reported his name as Wang Shi obviously belonged to the second type of person, although the ultimate mountaineering equipment that ordinary people couldn't name at all wrapped him like a gorgeous zongzi, but that unpretentious smile was comparable to the bow horn with a big bow with cow tendon on his back.

Hearing the middle-aged uncle's name, Li Yundao slowly put away the smile on his face and said, "I'm Li Yundao." Mu Zi Li, the cloud of the black cloud pressing the city, the way of the heavens. These two are my elder brothers, the one who carries the big bow is my eldest brother Li Gongjiao, the long-haired one is the second brother Li Huiyou, and the little lama is the descendant of the old lama in the Buddhist temple on the mountain, Shili Gyatso. ”

Li Gongjiao and Li Huiyou, who were standing behind Li Yundao, didn't know why this third brother, who never showed his true colors in front of outsiders, looked at this middle-aged uncle differently. Gongjiao was not disgusted with this middle-aged uncle who smiled very much like himself, and now grinned at the middle-aged uncle with white teeth exposed. What's even more strange is that Hui You, who has always been smiling only in front of his brothers and in the kitchen, and has a solemn face in front of outsiders, actually smiled at the middle-aged uncle.

The middle-aged uncle named Wang Shi nodded to them and said hello, and finally his gaze stayed on the little lama for a few more seconds. In the face of the mysterious little lama who is almost psychic, even the three brothers of the Li family who get along with him day and night dare not say that they fully understand, let alone the middle-aged uncle who meets for the first time and has a unique vision?

Who dares to say that this middle-aged uncle, who is the chairman of the board of directors of the No. 1 listed real estate company in China, does not have the ability to discern heroes? The talents who have been excavated by him, whether they stay under his command or do not look for an owner, are all figures who rank first in the domestic real estate industry. Countless competitors are studying him, but they found that this middle-aged uncle only accounts for about 30% of the time spent on official business, except for climbing mountains, traveling, and drinking and chatting with people all day long.

"Cloud Road Ten Forces, Bow and Horn Emblem ......" The middle-aged uncle spelled these four names into four-character phrases with a deep face, and pondered for a while before he slowly spoke: "Who gave you a name?"

Li Yundao instantly regained that smiling face, just like facing all the strangers: "The name of our three brothers should be given by the bastard Lao Tzu who gave birth to a son and didn't live long!"

"Bastard Lao Tzu?" The middle-aged uncle Wang Shi seemed to find this title quite interesting, and repeatedly pondered the words "bastard Lao Tzu" in his mouth.

The corners of Li Yundao's mouth were lightly raised, and he looked up at the blue plateau sky slightly, his eyes were lonely, and his image was really in line with a mountain Diao who had just been pointed at his head by more than a dozen PSS silenced mobile phones, but his face did not change.

San'er was right. Uncle, you said that you have to accumulate a lot of virtue in your previous life, so that you will have the opportunity to give birth to our three classic sons in this life, and they are triplets born in one go! Tell me, triplets! How small is this probability? In this way, he can figure it out, but he has no life to watch our brothers grow up, and he has no life to enjoy his family.

The middle-aged uncle's eyes jumped slightly, which was his inherent action every time he found Maxima. It was not the mountain Diao Min who stood in front of him and looked up at the sky, nor the feminine man with soft long hair and a delicate face, but unexpectedly the sturdy young man who was nearly two meters tall and smiled like a fool.

After being very unexpectedly surprised, the man, who was used to playing the role of a stupid big brother in front of his two younger brothers, smiled at his two younger brothers again: "Bastard Lao Tzu doesn't support us, I do." ”

In fact, in the past 20 years, it is indeed a rough ox tendon bow with a bow horn and a strong body comparable to a wild bear in the mountains to feed an old lama and two younger brothers like an adoptive father, as for Shili Gyatso, who was carried to the temple later, it was just a matter of adding a pair of dishes and chopsticks, and in fact, before Shili Gyatso was brought back by the old lama, not counting the vegetables and wheat planted by Huiyou behind the temple, the leftover meals that the four of them ate every day were enough to eat the two purebred Tibetan mastiffs in the yard for three days.

The middle-aged uncle carefully looked up and down at the huge bow horns. This body is estimated to be more fit than the international first-line sports stars, and the explosive energy contained in the muscles that appear to be unusually knotted due to long-term hunting is almost not what ordinary people can imagine, if the Cai family guards who have just been put down by the bow horn are grateful to a person for saving their lives, then they must go to thank the old lama who forced the bow horn and Hui You to eat fast and chant Buddha on the fifteenth day of the first month of every month, if it weren't for the old lama's church to be a man with brute strength and bow horns to keep three loves, this man who played the wild boar and black bear as a monkey in the mountains must come up to peel the skin and tear off the bones, where would they have to use only one percent of the strengthIn this comparison, those so-called sports stars are completely indifferent in front of the bow horns.

The middle-aged uncle looked at the bow for a while, and then slowly turned his head and stared at Li Yundao: "Let him go with me, how about it?"

Li Yundao, who was staring at the clear blue sky, did not look at Wang Shi, but stayed directly at the bow horn that was the same age as himself, but had been pursuing the responsibilities of a father and brother for more than 20 years.

"I'm not going! San'er, I'll go with you! I'm going to take care of you and Huiyou. ”

Li Yundao rushed up to be a chestnut, and the bow horn that was a head higher than him was not angry, but on the contrary, he looked at the angry Li Yundao and smiled.

"You stupid, if you don't go to such a good opportunity, you won't be able to go to heaven? It's not enough to be a nanny for me for more than 20 years, do you want to be a babysitter for the rest of your life? Uncle is Wang Shi, Wang Shi, Wang Shi, you don't know this name, but I know it! You just follow him as a bodyguard, it's better than being bored in this poor and broken mountain. ”

"I'm not going!" The stubbornness of the bow horn was as solid as the bison he hunted.

"Stupid!" Li Yundao jumped up and gave him a violent shudder.

"I'm going to follow you, even as a nanny. Anyway, I'm your big brother, and you won't let me suffer. This is not only known to me, but also to Huiyou. ”