Who Wang Shi is, not only Li Yundao, who spends a few days a month studying, knows this, but even many ordinary Chinese know this middle-aged man who has worked as a car soldier, entered a military school, worked as a teacher, resold electrical appliances, played in industry, and finally gained a foothold in China's real estate industry. In his own words, he has basically covered all the industries that he can get involved in. It is precisely with this experience that ordinary people do not have the courage to set foot in, that this self-made man from an ordinary family has been pushed to the top of the pyramid.

If you can become his protégé, although you are not as rich and prominent as the protégé of the Son of Heaven in ancient times, at least half of China will know your name in five years. Even if you can't become his protégé, just be a follower behind him, and your achievements in ten years will never be the same. This is also one of the important reasons why the four rising stars who rose in the military academy back then refused to be promoted and willingly chose to serve as followers behind him.

It's just that he has never walked out of the Kunlun Mountain Bow Horn, as if he was a bull and a bison, and he didn't like this man in the domestic real estate industry at all, and even after he made a request, he never looked at the middle-aged uncle again.

Contrary to Li Yundao's playfulness, Hui You, who was accustomed to maintaining a solemn face in front of outsiders, responded to the words of the bow horn for the first time, but his words made the bow horn slightly stunned.

"Bow horn, in fact, San'er is right, our two nannies should have their own lives, otherwise San'er is like a sleepy eagle, no matter how fierce it is, it is useless, and we two brothers can only be canaries for a lifetime. ”

This analogy is quite accurate, and the bow horn that has been shuttling in the mountains and forests since childhood is not stupid. If he is stupid, how can he be like water in the mountains and achieve fruitful results? If he is stupid, how can he fight the tiger and capture the wolf and always retreat with his whole body?

For the habits of animals, the bow horn has more say than anyone else, and the two Tibetan mastiff cubs in the monastery that are enough to fight the blind bear and confront the wild boar king are the ones he brought back from the mountains and forests, so the bow horn knows the beast better than anyone else.

The middle-aged uncle seems to know how to grasp the right time and never let go when the opportunity comes.

"If you follow me, I don't dare to say what will happen in the future, but judging from your smallest achievements, your third brother can at least ten years less struggle! For a young man with no background and no academic qualifications, how important these ten years are, I don't think I need to explain to you. ”

A long silence followed. The morning sun on the plateau has slowly risen, and the warm sunlight is gently spreading, but the atmosphere in the backpacker camp outside the village of Flowing Water is still as eerie as it was before the sun rose.

In the faint sunlight, a tall and mighty man with a bow horn bare and a large bow with rough workmanship on his back, holding an aura boy in a red lama robe in his cup. Slightly raised his head and looked at an empty blue sky, without the slightest cloud, this man who was only born ten minutes earlier than Li Yundao but played the role of the eldest brother in his twenties as the father has guarded Li Yundao for more than 20 years, at this moment, the face that put away the smile is like being through the vicissitudes of wind and rain like artillery fire.

He is not stupid, of course he knows that without him, his third son, who was called "Diao Boy" by the villagers of Liushui Village, will starve to death in vain, so he knows that he has to choose between silent protection and ten years of less struggle.

Some people, although they have not studied game theory, are born to make positive non-zero-sum decisions.

"Three conditions!" Li Yundao, who has never shown his true face in front of outsiders, seems to be particularly fond of this middle-aged uncle, but favor does not mean the sacrifice of interests, especially when it comes to his own brothers.

The four bodyguards, who had always kept a certain distance from the middle-aged uncle, frowned in unison when they heard the "three conditions", and then looked at each other and smiled with relief. Maybe in their opinion, the mountain people who don't know the height of the sky and the height of the earth just don't know the weight of the master's identity, if they know, they must be asleep and will wake up laughing.

In fact, in addition to the four of them, the person who knows the identity of the middle-aged uncle the most here is this young man who has taken the history of hundreds of successful Chinese people as a scholarly researcher, and no one knows that the characters in the wings of the Buddhist temple without a name are all copied by him with a small regular brush.

It's just that this middle-aged uncle, who is a leader in the domestic real estate industry, is not angry but laughs: "Let's say, even if there are ten conditions, I will also agree to them." ”

This time, it was the turn of Diao Min, who had never walked out of Kunlun Mountain, to touch his flat head and smile innocently. However, in an instant, he regained his face: "The first one is very simple, it is to make my eldest brother jump around every day, this is not difficult, right?"

The middle-aged uncle nodded: "This is indeed not difficult, looking at his skills, even if he goes outside and can kill him in an instant, there are not too many people." Well, I can agree to this condition. And what about the second one?"

Li Yundao approached Wang Shi and whispered a few words in the middle-aged uncle's ear, and saw that the middle-aged uncle's face changed slightly, and then returned to normal.

"This can be a bit difficult, but this kind of thing always depends on fate. Well, I'll do my best. What about the third?"

Li Yundao smiled slyly and said, "I haven't thought about it yet, when I think about it, it's not too late to mention it!"

"Okay!" The middle-aged uncle laughed heartily, obviously not afraid of the other party's lion opening his mouth, and only those who have had this kind of experience can cultivate their minds to this realm.

"When are you leaving?" Li Yundao glanced at the bow horn and asked casually.

"Right now!"

"So fast?" Li Yundao seemed to have just reacted, and his brother, who had been with him for more than 20 years, was about to leave him for a long journey. It seemed that he sighed slightly, and the mountain man who was only looking at the ground with his eyes said, "Is it too late to go back and pack some things?"

"Yes, but quickly, to catch a flight to Hong Kong. The middle-aged uncle looked up and looked around at the surrounding green hills, and seemed to be a little reluctant.

"Well, then give us half an hour!" Li Yundao finally raised his head, not knowing if it was because he got up too early and his eyes were bloodshot.

"I'll give you an hour! Twenty-year-old brothers, it's not easy!" the middle-aged uncle said and then went into the tent, apparently starting to pack his things, and the four young men who followed him disappeared with him.

When I returned to the unknown Buddhist temple on the mountain, the cool breeze of late autumn began to blow on Kunlun Mountain, with a slight hint of early winter, as if announcing that a qiē would enter a long hibernation period.

It's just that winter is coming, will the spring be far away?

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The mountains of Kunlun are surprisingly foggy and cloudless.

The sun is shining, the dappled shadows of the trees fall on the golden temple wall, and a thin donkey in front of the temple lies uncharacteristically in front of the temple.

The westernmost wing room is not very spacious, but it is staggeringly simple. The furniture in the whole room is only one bed and one stool, and there is only one straw mat on the hardwood plank bed, and the wooden stool is used to hold the small amount of clothing. It's just that the huge cow tendon bow hanging on the wall is particularly eye-catching.

A shirtless young man sat silently on the edge of the bed, a rare smile on his angular face, and his expression was solemn.

"Look at how sad you are, but not for you to die. The face of the southerner, but in a pure northeastern accent, squeezed into the room with a heap of things that were taller than his head.

As soon as the originally solemn bow horn saw Li Yundao, it was like a transformation, and he instantly hung up that smile, got up quickly, took the things in Li Yundao's hand with one hand, and easily supported it on the bed with one hand.

Li Yundao, whose arm was numb, shook his arm and muttered: "They are all born by the same parents, why is the gap so big?

Bow Horn didn't answer, just laughed vigorously.

"Laugh at the fart!" Li Yundao rubbed his shoulders angrily, and the big man sitting on the edge of the bed smiled even brighter.

"San'er, I'm not afraid of death, I'm afraid that you and Huiyou will have no one to take care of. When he put away his smile, the man who had hunted bison and beaten a bear blind man in the mountains with his bare hands had an inexplicable sentimentality in his tone.

"Who wants you to take care of it? Without you, I can go to the mountains to hunt wild boars, and make bear paws for San'er and Shili, without your big appetite, I have to cook a lot easier every day!"

"Less!" Li Yundao grabbed the emblem into the house and closed the door of the wing.

Putting away the cynical Li Yundao pulled the other two men, and said in a suppressed voice: "Go first, I'll go to the Yangtze River Delta later, and then I'll look for you in the Pearl River Delta depending on the situation, what do you think, Huiyou?"

It seems that the three of them have formed a tradition of Li Yundao as the core and Hui You as the core and Hui You as the brain, and at the critical moment, Li Yundao still does not forget to habitually ask Wei You's opinion.

The beautiful man, who looked a hundred times better than a woman, shrugged his shoulders, just like the cynical Hui You in front of outsiders: "I want to go out to have a look, well, I'm going to go to my hometown in the Northeast first, but I heard the master mention that poor and remote place, I want to see with my own eyes, whether it is even poorer than this flowing water village." ”

"How can you give birth to a person like San'er in the mountains and bad waters?" Gong Jiao looked stern, and it took a while for the two men around him to react, Li Yundao couldn't cry or laugh, and the peach blossom-like bewitching face smiled as brightly as blooming.

"You kid hasn't entered the city yet, you're already so flamboyant, and you're not a monster if you follow that treacherous Uncle Wang!" Li Yundao laboriously moved the bag of things that he had just moved in, "You don't have a few clothes, I stuffed you with a bunch of books, although you don't necessarily like to read them, but when you think of your brother, you can also have something to rely on!"

Gong Jiaohan smiled and glanced at the burden wrapped in a sheet, and touched his head a little embarrassedly: "I'm different from San'er, San'er is a cultural person, I'm a rough person!"

"Smack!" Li Yundao unexpectedly gave the bow horn a popping millet: "Coarse people?

Hui You glanced at the two of them meaningfully, and nodded sympathetically: "According to the master, our Li family has a long history, and all the men are both civil and military!"

Li Yundao glanced at him angrily: "Don't sit and talk without backache, obviously they are triplet brothers, why do you say the gap is so big?

Hui You smiled brightly, as dazzling as a peach blossom, and then shook his head and said: "From ancient times to the present, most of the literati rule the world, the warriors are the generals, the two are handsome, and most of the people who win the world are the literati who are better than the warriors. San'er, the world is yours, and I and the bow horn are dead, and we will be handsome and handsome. This is something that has been whispering in our ears since we were children. ”

Li Yundao pursed his lips noncommittally, stretched his waist and said: "Even if you win the world, the world belongs to the three brothers of the Li family, there is no reason for me to sit in the north and face south, and let the two of you saddle the horse and be tired." ”

The sturdy man sitting on the edge of the bed and the emblem leaning against the wall responded in unison: "This is how it should be!"

"But to be honest, I still think I'm quite lucky, compared to the bow horn, although I can't do martial arts, I'm okay with literature. But if compared to the pervert of Hui You, I am so lucky, at least, I look like a man!" After speaking, Li Yundao laughed alone.

Hui You, who was leaning against the wall, moved slightly: "Brother, according to the past, you go up, I go down!"

The brothers really had a heart, and with lightning speed, the bow horn grabbed Li Yundao's upper body with one hand, Hui You restrained the lower half of Shen with one hand, and each of the rest had one hand, specifically beckoning Li Yundao's laughing point under the ribs.

Twenty years ago, the three brothers took turns to fight like this, and twenty years later, it is still the same, although the wing room of the Buddhist temple is simple, but it is filled with the warmth of family affection. After a moment's fuss, the three brothers were finally interrupted by a soft knock on the door.

Such a light and rhythmic knock on the door can only be knocked on by the old lama who is psychic in this lama temple.

The door creaked open, and the old lama appeared in front of the three brothers with a smile like a warm spring breeze, pulling the little lama Shili Gyatso with a small mouth on his lap.

"Master!" the three brothers said in unison.

"Are you leaving?" said the old lama slowly stepped into the chamber, as if it was the first time in more than twenty years that he had stepped into the chamber where he was staying at the Bow Horn.

Gongjiao didn't speak, but Li Yundao preemptively said, "Yes, Master." As the saying goes, travel thousands of miles and read thousands of books. The three of us brothers are not too young, and it is time to go out and break through. ”

The old lama sighed slowly, staring at Li Yundao: "I don't worry about the two children, Gongjiao and Huiyou, they have their own natural appearances, but Yundao, if you also want to go out, bring ten forces!"

The little lama originally pouted, but when he heard this, he immediately grinned happily, and glared at Li Yundao.

Li Yundao pondered for a moment, looked at Shili, then at the old lama, and then looked at the little lama again: "It may be hard at first, can you bear it?"

The little lama nodded resolutely.

"Okay, I'll take the Ten Forces! But Master, you're alone in the temple......"

"Don't worry!" said the old lama with a chuckle. "If you leave, I won't have any reason to stay here, and I will naturally go where I'm going! I've only cultivated one-twelfth of the three thousand great causes, and if I don't hurry up, when will I be able to complete my merits?"

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Kunlun Ancient Mountain, the sun is surprisingly bright, through the glass window of the Buddhist temple wing room, faintly sprinkled a patch on the straw mat bed that is too simple to be simple.

For the bow horns that like to walk shirtless through the mountains and forests in the cold winter and wax moon, too many overly ornate decorations are a kind of constraint, and they can't do anything, so although it took Hui You a full thirty days to complete on his twentieth birthday, it has become a huge ornament, and he has been lying quietly on the handmade wooden bench next to the bed. No matter how red-eyed Li Yundao is, just looking at his figure as good as Hui You, he can't wear that short shirt that is enough to drape from head to toe.

The three brothers have lived on this Kunlun Mountain for more than 20 years, and they have never traveled far, not even a decent backpack, only the sheet wrapped in a pile of books can barely fit some luggage. Fortunately, there are not many things in the bow horns, and the clothes are pitiful, even if they are stuffed into the mink jacket that is enough to sell for a sky-high price on the market, and finally tied in a knot and tied to the chest and carried on the back of the bow horns, although it seems to be not small, it is not even a burden for the bow horns that can subdue wild yaks with one hand.

At the moment of going out, the bow horn repeatedly rubbed the big bow of cow tendon that had hunted bison and hunted wild boars, it was this bow that fed a temple of five people for nearly 20 years, Li Yundao knew that before the age of 20, the bow horn would even hold this big bow when he was sleeping. In fact, this is not a precious bow, just a large bow with a fairly simple workmanship, which can be described as rough, ordinary wood, ordinary cow tendon, but the wooden bow is engraved with mystical patterns and puzzling Sanskrit Buddhist scriptures.

It is in ancient Sanskrit, which the three Li brothers don't seem to know very well, only the little lama Shili Gyatso knows the unknown side of this.

"If you can, just bring it, the master also put a lot of thought into making this bow back then, and it took at least three months just for the scriptures and patterns on it. You don't need to, and no one can pull this perverted bow, so it's a shame to throw it away!"

Li Yundao, who was standing at the door and turned his head, looked embarrassed, and a peach-blossom-like bright face beside him also smiled brightly: "San'er is right, although it may not be very useful to enter the city, but it is a pity to hug it like this!"

The shirtless sturdy young man smiled innocently, took the big bow and quiver from the wall, and put them on his body happily.

When we arrived at the station outside Liushui Village, the two off-road vehicles without any signs had already been prepared, and only experts who really knew how to modify cars knew that these off-road vehicles, which were originally worth a lot of money, came from the hands of which oxen coaxed the modification masters.

Seeing the three brothers appear, the young man in the last car jumped out of the car and assisted the bow horn to load the luggage and put it in the back of the car, but when he took the burden with both hands, he narrowly flashed his waist, if it wasn't for the bow horn to hold it lightly with one hand, it is likely that the whole burden fell directly to the ground. When he saw the bow horn carrying the burden to the trunk behind the car with one hand, this elite in the army, who was called "Xiao Liu" by the middle-aged uncle, had some good feelings for the stupid big man next to him who was a lot taller than him. In the world of soldiers, the law of the jungle of survival of the fittest is a truth, and only the strong win real favor in the world of soldiers.

"Do you two want to hitchhike?" The middle-aged uncle stepped out of a car in front of him, and the smile on his face was exactly the same as the bow horn.

"How do you know we're going out too?" Li Yundao was curious.

"Look at your eyes and I'll see it!Young man, I was young, and I know what I want most at your age!"

Li Yundao nodded, then shook his head and said, "It's still not necessary, I still have some things to deal with." Then, the mountain man, who had always been solemn, walked up to the bow horn, which was a head taller than him, took out a paper bag wrapped in newspaper and with a little body temperature from his arms, and stuffed it into the bow horn's hand, "Don't starve yourself!"

The shirtless strong man stubbornly stuffed the paper bag back into Li Yundao's hand: "San'er, you have to go out in a few days, and you have to take ten forces, you can take it!"

"I still have it!" After speaking, he stuffed the paper bag into the hand of the bow horn, "It's almost noon, the mountain road is not easy to walk, let's start early!"

Gongjiao sat in the first car, sitting in the passenger seat of the middle-aged uncle, when the engine started, he rode all the way with his little short legs, but the two modified Humvees were no longer visible, and only heard the roar of the domineering engine on the mountain road that could not be seen in the distance.

"Brother Bow Horn...... Bow Horn Brother ...... , I took your favorite yak jerky......" Shili Gyatso, who was squatting on the ground and crying, had tears in his eyes, and the yak jerky that had just been scattered on the ground when he tripped up.

"Shili, after a while, Brother Yun Dao will take you to the south to see the bow horn, okay?" The red-eyed mountain Diao Min's voice was a little hoarse.

The choked Shili Gyatso raised a face as if he had been wronged: "Then let's bring beef jerky to Brother Gongjiao!"

"Okay!" Picking up Shili Gyatso with difficulty, Li Yundao began to understand the little lama's feelings for the bow horn. Children are like this, whoever has the most contact with him will be most dependent on and affectionate to whom. In the past seven or eight years, as long as he went out, he basically held Shili Gyatso with the bow horn, and followed the bow horn to hunt animals and birds in the mountains and forests, and this kind of treatment seems to have not been enjoyed even by Li Yundao and Hui You.

"Go back and pack up, we will go out in two days, and when we settle down, Brother Yun Dao will take you to the south to see Gongjiao, and then take you to the northeast hometown to see Huiyou, to be honest, the icy and snowy northeast hometown, I only saw it when I was dreaming, what it looks like, I can't tell it myself!"

When he walked out of the distance, Li Yundao, who had been talking to himself for the first time, found that Huiyou was still standing at the entrance of the village, looking at the mountains in the distance.

At this time, no one saw that this man, who was even better looking than a woman, actually smiled weirdly, and although the curvature of the corners of his mouth was mysterious, it was enough to captivate the country and the city.

After a long time, the young man who had been standing on the side of the mountain and spoke silently for a long time said slowly: "The storm is rising, should we get back what we owe to the Li family in this chaotic world one by one?"

"There are three sons here, no matter how much you owe, you are not afraid that you will not be able to get it back!