Chapter 330: The Old Country
Mo San looked at Huan Zicheng for a while, there was no different color on his face, but he felt a little chill in his heart. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info
In terms of age, Huan Zicheng is more than a round younger than him, in terms of experience, Mo San went south and north when he was young, and Huan Zicheng lived in Liaoxi County since he was a child, and it is said that he studied all day long, and he was clean and dusty. It stands to reason that whether it is momentum or action, Huan Zicheng should fall behind.
However, after the last few contacts, Mo San learned that the rumors were not credible. Huan Zicheng is indeed high, but he is not dust-free.
On the contrary, the viciousness and ruthlessness of his actions, as well as the kind of scheming that is shockingly sophisticated, can be described as sophisticated and sophisticated.
That's pretty impressive.
is young, and almost grew up in the countryside, down-and-out, even if he is a child of the crown family, with extraordinary upbringing, it is not easy to develop a noble temperament, but this Huan Zicheng is outside of this noble nature, there is no kind of viciousness and even ruthlessness, and the head of an ordinary clan may not have such means as him.
Mo San always felt that every time he saw Huan Zicheng, he would be a little more confused.
"There are more than 20 dead soldiers left, and Mr. will leave a few caretakers." The dumb slave's indifferent voice came, causing Mo San to turn back to his senses.
"How many?" He subconsciously repeated, his face was surprised, and he raised his eyebrows and looked at Huan Zicheng, "What does Lang Jun mean, the rest of the people, you all want it?" ”
Huan Zicheng nodded, his eyes were as cold as ice: "I'm useful." Mr. first choose, the number of people shall not exceed five. ”
The implication of the words is that Mo San can only select five people from among those dead soldiers.
Hearing this, Mo San frowned lightly, and his face was a little puzzled: "Why?" Liaoxi County is so remote, and the Huan clan still uses the time when the dead soldiers? ”
It's not going to be Huan Dalang to carry out another large-scale assassination, right?
In fact, according to Mo San's intentions, even if the Huan clan recovers in the future and returns to Dadu, they will not need these dead soldiers.
Who is the Huan family? That is the Great Chen Guan Clan, even if there are no dead soldiers in the clan, there are countless masters and grandmasters who are proficient in technical combat.
What is the use of these dead men?
Mo San was puzzled.
As for Huan Zicheng's assassination of the princes of Da Chen, he was not much surprised.
Their Mo family originated in the former Qin, the former Qin was extinguished, so the country is ruined, and there is a clan rule in the Mo clan, the Mo clan can assist the people they want to assist, but it is only their personal behavior, and the Mo clan will never be attached to any force.
The Mo clan is independent and transcendent from the Three Kingdoms. Even if there are five more countries, ten kingdoms, or one more unification of the world in the future, the Mo clan will never come forward to assist anyone in the name of the family.
Therefore, even if he was in the Chen State, Mo San helped Huan Zicheng to plan the assassination, but he was unhindered and did not take the Chen royal family seriously.
"In this battle, all four people in the Zunfu retreated, and the dead were all killed. As far as I can see, leaving these dead soldiers behind is only a dozen more mouths of bread. Mo San said, with a faint smile on his face.
This time in Beijing to assassinate, the Huan family only sent four people, and the rest were all dead soldiers of the Mo family. And judging from the results after that, the people sent by the Huan family are still very effective, but these so-called dead soldiers are really too dead to die.
In fact, the martial arts of these dead soldiers are very ordinary, nothing more than being drugged since childhood, becoming puppets who only obey the orders of their masters, and the only advantage is that their mouths are tight, and they can't open their mouths no matter how hard they are tortured. And when it comes to real use, the sum of twenty dead soldiers is not as effective as one martial arts master.
There is no need for the martial arts masters of the Huan family, Huan Zicheng wants to leave the dead soldiers, it is conceivable that he must be planning something, and these dead soldiers must be in his hands, and there must be no return.
Mo San was really a little in pain.
Those people in the Mo family branch who stayed in Zhao Kingdom valued money more than anything else one by one, and if they didn't spend enough money, they wouldn't send the dead over. And the remaining gold in Mo San's hand was to be used to gather the Mo family's disciples, and it couldn't all be spent on buying dead soldiers.
Therefore, Mo San will try his best to lobby Huan Zicheng, trying to make him give up the remaining dead soldiers.
Hearing his words, Huan Zicheng's face was calm, the corners of his lips moved slightly, and he said, "In August and September, Mr. will know." In addition, there will be changes in the spring of next year, and in the late summer. ”
When Mo San heard this, the expression on his face was a little uncomfortable.
Pushing the theorem and feng shui should be what Mo is best at. However, in front of Huan Zicheng, he couldn't afford to take this shelf.
The most essential mechanism of the Mo family, the art of Kanyu, was lost more than thirty years ago, and even if there were one or two people who knew this way, they were only proficient, and they couldn't even compare with ordinary techniques.
And in these things, Huan Zicheng is even better than him, a child of the Mo family, from the very beginning of the treasure hunt, to the previous layout of the assassination, and even the vague prediction of the future at this moment, he is much stronger than him Mo San, and it seems that he is more like the Mo family than him, a child of the Mo family.
"Well, I'm talking too much." Mo San smiled self-deprecatingly, but a pair of kind drooping eyes were fixed on Huan Zicheng's body, and the determination in his eyes was as straight as a needle, "But I don't know, where should Lang Jun's words be?" ”
What will happen in August or September this year?
And what will happen from spring to summer next year?
Why is Huan Zicheng so determined?
What's next for him?
A series of questions converged in his mind, making Demo San's expression extremely solemn.
Huan Zicheng didn't look at him at all.
His cold eyes were thrown straight at the few bamboo poles not far away.
At that moment, his expression contained a trace of extremely shallow fatigue.
"If you meet eight, it will be unlucky; The coming year is warm, and it is advisable to go. With these twelve words lightly, he stood up.
Mo San sat still, only looking at him intently.
Huan Zicheng's figure is extremely tall, slender and handsome, like a birch from a distance, and a green bamboo from a distance, which is very consistent with the cold and cold temperament on his body.
It's a pity that such a handsome face will inevitably fall into this remote Liaoxi County, like a night walk in clothes, and no one knows.
For no reason, Mo San felt gloomy, and paused, before he remembered to send off the guest.
"The rest has already been served, may Lang Jun be safe in everything." Standing up straight, he said softly to Huan Zicheng, and Fang Cai's questioning had long been lost in his tone, and only the rest was peaceful.
In addition to those dead soldiers, Huan Zicheng also asked the Mo family for a very rare poisonous needle, and he didn't know what to use it for, Mo San was very curious about it.
However, he knew that no matter how much he asked at this time, he would not be able to ask the result.
After all, the treasure has arrived, and Huan Zicheng is doing great things, and it has nothing to do with him.
With a faint smile on his face, Mo San waved goodbye to Huan Zicheng, and his attitude had returned to his original calmness and politeness.
Huan Zicheng also raised his hand and saluted, and walked out of the courtyard with the dumb slave, and soon walked through the hall and came to the door.