Chapter 162: The Pei Family Master is mighty
"Master Lin, we've seen it. The man smiled at Lin Ji, Lin Ji bowed politely, after all, he was the one who saved his life.
"You saved me, but you only saved me. After Lin Ji finished speaking, his tone instantly became cold, just like a warm summer had suddenly entered a bleak late autumn.
"Master Pei, I think the cooperation between us needs to be mentioned again today. Lin Ji didn't say a word more to that person, and he didn't continue to ask about Yi Hanlan's whereabouts, but he pulled the question back to Pei Jiaren.
The corners of Pei Jiaren's eyes jumped, but his face did not appear abnormal, and he made a deferential appearance.
"Master Pei, I may think that Canghai City's current situation is much worse than yours, but I am very different from you. β
Lin Ji stood up and was much farther away from Pei Nan, and Pei Nan didn't seem to have left the dangerous place, so Pei Jiaren was still extremely nervous.
"The difference between me and yours is that behind me stands 300,000 Lin Family Army, standing the Hidden Dragon Court. And behind you is only a withered Pei family. So you're actually a lot worse than I am. That's why we met in the Cloud Pavilion, so we have Xiao Qiaojiu in the building today. β
"Master Pei. Lin Ji turned around suddenly, leaned on the table and leaned over, and whispered, "The only one who can help you or is willing to help you is me." β
Pei Jiaren fell silent, but Lin Ji didn't want to give him too much time to think: "Do you think Xuanjianmen can help you?" Hehe, it's too naΓ―ve." β
Usually Heaven punishes those who step on both boats. Obviously, this time will not be an exception.
Pei Jiaren's mind was exposed, and his face was blue and purple for a while, but he didn't know what to say. Dry held the wine glass and drank the wine from the glass.
Then the two never spoke again.
The banquet was very simple and came to an end, and the maidservants rushed in, quietly collected the leftovers on the long table, and brought two plates of teapots with blue sky.
Fei Jing didn't know where to come out, divided the first tea, and then said goodbye very politely, walked out of the building, let everyone stay away, and stood at the door of the small building quietly.
The teapot and the teacup are the same color as the sky, quite sparse, but warm and unobtrusive, the tea is black fir, and it is also a very mild tea, even the tea temperature is just right at this time.
Lin Ji looked at the teapot intently, stretched out his hand and slowly stroked the teacup, and then he raised his head and looked at Pei Jiaren on the other end of the square table, as focused and serious as he looked at the teapot a moment ago.
Pei Jiaren watched the large black fir in the cup rise and fall in the slightly condensed warm well water, knowing that Lin Ji was staring at him, the corner of his lips slowly released a slightly mocking smile, and said, "You still want to hear something from my mouth." β
Lin Ji didn't deny his words, but he didn't admit it either, his fingers gently turned the azure small teacup, and said, "The head of the Pei family can not say it, but he also has to bear the consequences." β
Hearing this, Pei Jiaren slowly raised his head.
With his movements, the undulating piece of black fir in the teacup seemed to have been hit suddenly, and honestly sank to the bottom of the cup.
Lin Ji lowered his head.
Pei Jiaren looked at him expressionlessly.
Outside the small building, for some reason, the breeze suddenly rose, the treetops rattled, and countless uneven leaves were blown off the branches and fell in front of the building.
If it were someone else, in the face of the strong coercion of the head of the Pei family and the killing intent of the fallen leaves, even if he was not afraid, he would probably feel a little nervous, but Lin Jique didn't, and there was not even a trace of expression on his face.
Pei Jiaren looked into his eyes without any warning, and suddenly asked, "Do you think the current Canghai City is of any use to me?"
Lin Ji looked at the darkening tea in the cup and shook his head.
The murderous wind continued to linger outside the small building, blowing off more leaves, and then blowing the leaves on the eaves to the ground, and then blowing the leaves on the ground around.
Pei Jiaren said: "The Pei family has existed for nearly a thousand years, do you think it is so easy to destroy me?"
Lin Ji finally raised his head at this time, looked at him and said, "The Pei family master is mighty. But so what?"
The fallen leaves on the ground were blown by the wind until they reached the corner of the wall, and it looked like the lake was beating against the embankment in waves, and there were many layers of waves.
"I'm still going to take her away, but maybe in a different way. β
Lin Ji said through the window as he looked at the fallen leaves struggling and cowering in the corner.
Pei Jiaren looked at him expressionlessly and said, "Do you think you can?"
Lin Ji turned his head to look at him and said, "Of course I can, because you don't dare to kill me." β
Pei Jiaren fell silent again, and this time the silence lasted longer, because he needed more time to think, and Lin Ji was not in a hurry. I've been waiting for so long, so why care about these hours.
The tea in the teapot was heated three times, and Pei Jiaren finally raised his head.
"There is a mountain in the east of Qingfeng City, and there is a cave in the mountain, and it is enough to tell the Pei family who is guarding that it is my order. β
Lin Ji got up when he heard this, gently shook off a trace of extremely inconspicuous dust that fell on his robe, and did not say goodbye to Pei Jiaren, who was sitting opposite the square table, and stood up and left the small building like this.
And when he walked to the door of the small building, he seemed to suddenly think of something. Suddenly stopped.
"I hope that the head of the Pei family is still my friend, not an enemy. β
The autumn wind enters the city tower, and the sea does not know sorrow.
Autumn grain from around Canghai City has been transported to the city one after another, and the good harvest has not only made the wrinkles on the faces of the farmers in the countryside stretch, but also made the people in the city smile a lot. The leaves of the ginkgo tree fall from the branches, covering the long street, not showing solemnity but feeling beautiful.
Different from the rest of the seasons, with the arrival of autumn grain in Canghai City, there are still many tourists from other cities and even foreign countries, and this year's Canghai City for some reason, there are almost no outsiders entering the city, but after all, there are still people who like to come here in this dry season, such as a man in a light white plain shirt.
The man's plain shirt was a little dusty, and he carried a long sword on his back, and his expression was calm and gentle, and only few people could understand the pride and indifference hidden in the deepest part of his eyebrows.
He walked on the pedestrian-filled streets of Canghai, obviously seeing crowds of people in front of him, but in his eyes there were only the historic buildings of Canghai City that had gone through wind and frost and war, and no one existed.
This is the bustling and prosperous Canghai City, the second male city of the Han Dynasty, this man in a light white shirt, but he doesn't seem to feel the bustle and prosperity here at all, more accurately described, although his body is in the prosperous red dust, his spirit is not in this world, only in the taste of this city.
Several naughty boys ran past the man in a jostle holding frosted fruit bunches, and one of them, a crying little girl, almost wiped the snotty water from her face on his body, he frowned slightly at the little girl's back, and slowly shook his head. But after all, he smiled. All children are wonderful, aren't they?
Standing in front of the stall, he watched the diminutive boss skewer all kinds of fruits into strings with great skill, and then rolled in the sugar paddle pot, and suddenly felt that there was no interest, and walked towards the north of the city.
"Yiqing Painting Pavilion. In the eyes of outsiders, this must-see place when coming to Canghai City is obviously one of the destinations of the man in white.
He didn't go into the gallery, he just stood at the door, looking at the painting that had been hung up last winter and never taken down again.
He was proud, almost never complimenting anyone, but even if he was as proud as he was, he still bowed slightly to the man in the portrait in respect.
"What, Mr. Big is also interested in Master Hou?" I don't know when there was an old man standing behind the man in white. Obviously, the man in white had known that this was the case, and he didn't have too much expression on his face.
"I want to see what kind of person can twist the hearts of nearly a million people together, Nangong really admires it. β
"Now you know?" said the old man with a faint smile, looking at the painting, remembering many, many things.
"I kind of know why. He should be remarkable. The man in white affirmed.
"It's not just amazing. The old man didn't stretch out slightly, and finally a smile finally appeared on his face when he looked at the back.