Although Zhang Yi feels very embarrassed now, he has no apologies in his heart for Qin Qiu's current appearance, because he can only win, in order to win, he doesn't care whether the means are despicable, because only if he wins can he live, and if he wins, he can step on the supreme in his heart, and throughout the ages, what righteous gentleman can step into that position?

Liu Bei is benevolent? Fart, can a virtuous person say that a brother is like a brother and a wife, and a wife is like a garment? Can a benevolent person take advantage of Liu Zhang's invitation to Sichuan to forcibly take Liu Zhang's Shu land? From ancient times to the present, none of the emperors is a righteous gentleman, and there is no cruel and vicious means, where is the name of the holy monarch praised by the ages? Therefore, Zhang Yi is not sorry at all for winning Qin Qiu by despicable means, and even if Qin Qiu is like this, as long as Zhang Yi feels that he is a threat to him, he will not hesitate to pick up the sword on the ground and stab him to death with a sword. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhang Yi's benevolence has already been consumed little by little, and now the only mercy left in his heart will only be reflected in the people close to him, and for the enemy, he will only kill him quickly, but now in his own heart, he himself has not seen through it, the so-called people are self-aware, and people can't see through themselves?

Zhang Yi, who had a somewhat stiff expression, looked at Qin Qiu who was kneeling on the ground, and didn't know what to say.

"I don't know if the balls are broken, I wouldn't have kicked so hard if I had known," After muttering in a low voice, Zhang Yi bent down and patted Qin Qiu's shoulder and asked, "That... Qin Qiu, are you okay? ”

Zhang Yi asked this as if he didn't ask, and the painful look on Comrade Qin Qiu's face, as long as he was not blind, he could see that he was very bad now.

Although he hated Zhang Yi to death before, but now because of Zhang Yi's loyalty skills, even if Qin Qian hates Zhang Yi again, he can't do anything to Zhang Yi now.

Enduring the indescribable pain, Qin Qian showed a smile that was more ugly than crying: "Lord... Male, I... OK... You... No... Do not worry! ”

"What a tough guy!"

After patting Qin Qiu's shoulder appreciatively, Zhang Yi was just about to say something, but a very old voice suddenly came from behind the stone statue.

"Young General, please come behind the statue of the ancestors, as for the inferior disciples, let him bear the bitter fruits brought by the light enemy."

After hearing the old voice, Zhang Yi patted Qin Qiu's shoulder, and after telling him to rest well, he didn't continue to hesitate, and after bending down to pick up his sword, he walked behind the stone statue without looking back.

Turning around behind the stone statue, Zhang Yi first saw an old man with white beard and hair, and in front of the old man there were three upside-down wooden bowls.

While walking towards the old man, Zhang Yi looked at the old man, who looked to be at least sixty or seventy years old, with a high hairpin bun on his head that was unique to the nobles of the Qin Dynasty, and a black robe on his body, and he was kneeling on a straw mat with his eyes closed.

Walking in front of the old man, Zhang Yi arched his hand and said, "After learning from Zhang Tianshao, I have seen the old man." ”

After speaking, Zhang Yi gave a deep bow to the old man, and his waist was bent to ninety degrees.

Still with his eyes closed, the old man asked in a flat tone, "Young General, do you want to win?" ”

"Of course."

Zhang Yi, who had just straightened up, didn't think about it, and blurted out the answer, but after getting up, he found that the old man was still with his eyes closed, and Zhang Yi couldn't help frowning.

Raising his hand and brushing his long and white beard, the old man smiled slightly: "Although I don't know what the general looks like, the old man knows that you are very smart and cunning, but sometimes, being smart and cunning can't keep you winning, you still need a little luck." ”

The tone of the old man's speech was still the same as before, very flat, but I don't know why, when Zhang Yi listened to the old man's words, he felt a trace of killing intent.

Taking a step forward with his left foot, his left hand naturally pressed on his sword, Zhang Yi said confidently: "My luck has always been very good. ”

"Really? Then we're going to give it a try, there are three bowls in front of me, and one of my eyes is placed in them," suddenly opened his eyelids, and the old man stared at Zhang Yiyin with one eye and said: "If you choose the right one with eyes, you will win, and if you choose the wrong one without eyes, you will die, choose it." ”

After seeing the empty eye socket on the left side of the old man, Zhang Yi instantly clenched his hands, at this moment he felt that the hairs on his back were tied up, if he didn't still maintain three points of composure, just seeing the old man's black rumbling eyes was enough to make Zhang Yi pull out the Spirit Wind Sword in his hand.

Forcibly suppressing the seven points of fear in his heart, Zhang Yi settled down and met the old man's gaze.

His eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the empty left eye of the old man, Zhang Yi said secretly: Didn't this old man just detain his eyeballs, otherwise why hadn't he heard Bai Zhan say it before? Or is it due to a special reason for the dungeon?

While thinking secretly in his heart, Zhang Yi slowly stretched out his hand to the leftmost bowl, and while stretching out his hand, Zhang Yi looked at the old man and said, "Old man, I don't have a choice now, I just feel it." ”

Listening to Zhang Yi's words, the old man, who had already spoken, closed his mouth again, but stared at Zhang Yi's hand with one eye.

Zhang Yi's words were afraid that the old man would misunderstand that he was making a choice, but when he thought that he was "sensing" the old man's eyes, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

The moment he reached out to touch the bowl, Zhang Yi stopped the movement in his hand and closed his eyes at the same time, and after a while, Zhang Yi moved his hand to the bowl in the middle, and then a few seconds later, he moved to the rightmost bowl, during which Zhang Yi's eyes only opened when he moved his hand, and the rest of the time it was always closed.

The old man and Zhang Yi are destined to lose when they play this kind of game, because Zhang Yi has divination skills, and his divination skills can see the future and the past, but the future is not immutable, for example, when Zhang Yi chooses the bowl, when he makes different decisions in his heart, he sees different pictures with divination.

After trying all three bowls, Zhang Yi stood up straight and smiled at the old man: "Old man, don't you think this test is a little unfair to the late students?" ”

After listening to Zhang Yi's words, the old man's originally plain expression suddenly became a little stiff, but after less than a second, the old man's expression returned to his previous calm appearance.

Rolling his eyes, the old man asked Zhang Yi rhetorically: "Why did the young general say this?" ”

Pointing to the bowl on the ground, Zhang Yi smiled and said: "You are the one who made the question, and you are the one who reveals the answer and verifies the answer in the end, and I can only choose passively, isn't it very unfair?" ”

Frowning slightly, the corners of the old man's mouth hooked up a little curvature, and then asked rhetorically: "What does the young general mean?" ”

The old man's series of expressions changed, and Zhang Yi saw them all, which also made him more convinced of his thoughts.

Staring at the old man's eyes, Zhang Yi squatted down, pointed to the bowl on the ground and said, "The bowl, I'll lift it." ”

As soon as Zhang Yi finished speaking, the curvature of the old man's mouth suddenly froze. (To be continued.) )