In the VIP box where Wang Zhong was, there was a sudden crisp sound of "pop", followed by a muffled sound of "bang" and a bunch of noises.

But it was because of the youngest Confucian in the history of the "Holy Pavilion" that he finally couldn't control the love in his heart, and slapped it directly on the coffee table with one palm, and folded one of the four fulcrums under the coffee table.

"Sir?" Since the scholar Sun Muzhi followed Wang Zhong, this is the first time he has seen this young Confucian lose control of his feelings, so he will express the anger in his heart so lightly, and suddenly ask with some hesitation, "Are you okay?"

Wang Zhong let out a long breath, followed by two more deep breaths, and the expression on his face gradually began to calm down.

He smiled a little self-deprecatingly, and looked at Sun Muzhi: "This is the first time you've seen me get angry, right?" Hehe, it's true that I haven't been angry like this for many years, and I've almost forgotten what it feels like to be angry." ”

Sun Muzhi twitched the muscles on his face a little embarrassed, and for a while he didn't know whether to pick up this stubble, or didn't dare to answer, plus even if he wanted to answer, he didn't know what he should say, and the whole person suddenly looked embarrassed, and the expression on his face was also embarrassed.

"Nothing to be embarrassed about. At this time, Wang Zhong had regained his previous calm, and the expression on his face had changed from gloomy at the beginning to almost dripping, and became indifferent again.

He bent down to lift the overturned coffee table, looked at the short foot, picked up a small cup, turned it upside down, and cut off a small part of the broken coffee table, and then put the upside-down cup upside down.

After doing this, he clapped his hands and exhaled lightly, as if he was talking to the scholar Sun Muzhi, and it seemed to be more like he was talking to himself: "The kung fu of cultivating qi has not yet been cultivated at home - it seems that the obsession with victory and defeat in my heart has not been eliminated, but it has been hidden over the years." I found out today that it can be regarded as a blessing in disguise. ”

Sun Muzhi glanced at him cautiously, raised his courage, and asked again, "Sir, are you okay now?"

"It depends on what you're asking. Wang Zhong smiled bitterly, shook his head, and said, "If you ask me about this person's physical condition, it will naturally be very good, but if you ask me about my mood, then the answer I will give you is very bad-100,000 lower-grade spirit stones! Where did he get these 100,000 lower-grade spirit stones! With the harvest of the Protector Mansion that I know over the years, I am afraid that the number of 100,000 spirit stones in the entire Protector's Mansion will not be 100,000 when added together!"

Sun Muzhi thought for a while and said, "Could it be the spoils of war that Meng Kaijiang obtained when he led his troops to conquer the south and the north in his early years?"

Wang Zhong shook his head and said, "The possibility is very low. Meng Kaijiang's title of 'God of the Great Departure Army' is not in vain. The reason why Dali has today's military strength is related to the fact that a large part of Dali's current officers are promoted by him. ”

After a pause, seeing Sun Muyi's blank face, Wang Zhong patiently explained: "Meng Kaijiang is a person who leads troops very strictly. But this kind of strictness on his part is not harshness nor harshness, but a kind of majesty in discipline and military conduct! According to the situation of the armies of the major dynasties collected by the 'Supreme Holy Pavilion' over the years, the proportion of corruption in the Dali army is the lowest, so low that almost even the most basic army commander will not accept gifts from his subordinates at will!"

"How is this kind of thing possible!" Sun Muyi's face was shocked.

Wang Zhong looked at him and smiled: "This is indeed an unbelievable and even unimaginable thing! However, in fact, Dali's army is now in such a situation! Otherwise, why do you think I should take the initiative to ask for help this time?"

Sun Muzhi's Adam's apple moved, as if he had something to say, but after thinking about it, he finally didn't dare to say it.

Wang Zhong saw it clearly, he reached out and patted the back of this childish scholar, and said with a slight smile: "You want to say that I came this time to help the 'Zhou family', right?"

Zhang Muzhi nodded a little wryly.

"Hehe, it's a normal and reasonable idea. Wang Zhong smiled, "But if you think so, you still underestimate my husband a little bit-helping the Zhou family is just a good reason for me to justify this trip." I've always been interested in Da Li's army system, especially recently, and it has been rumored that Da Li is about to have an army that can be compared to the Red Gold Demon Beast Cavalry Army in terms of numbers, and even some of the old-timers in the 'Holy Pavilion' seem to see the signs of some kind of variable being born. That's why you and I have this long trip. ”

After a pause, he smiled bitterly again, and said a little self-deprecatingly: "However, it seems that it is a bit unsuccessful, this has not really faced the Meng family, so I have suffered a big loss in this small Longyuan Pavilion first! The national strength of a dynasty determines the maximum military strength of this dynasty." And financial strength is the most direct manifestation of national strength -- 100,000 low-grade spirit stones are enough to support all kinds of expenses of an elite team of 10,000 people in a year! Now it has been defeated by this Meng Siao lightly! Whether this spirit stone is from the treasury of Dali or from this group of nobles of Dali, it is a question worthy of in-depth study. It seems that this time, I came, and it was really time to ......"

"Hey, hey, hey—" As he was talking, Meng Siao's voice came from the VIP box opposite, but this voice was now full of feelings called "impatience", "I said Wang Zhong Daru, it doesn't matter if you have this spirit stone, or if you don't have this spirit stone, hurry up and give a reply! If you drag it out like this, you won't be able to drag it out for long, and you will never be able to win if you should lose." If you waste Young Master Ben's time again, then don't blame me for not giving you face as a 'Holy Pavilion' Confucian, and just start slapping your face!"

"Sir!" Sun Muzhi's face suddenly flushed with anger, "Da Li, this gentleman, is really too arrogant and unbridled! I'll teach him a lesson!"

Wang Zhong raised his hand to stop him, looked through the window, looked at the box opposite, and said lightly: "One hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones are indeed beyond the scope of my financial resources. I am willing to gamble and lose, and I will mention your affairs to the 'Most Holy Pavilion', and as for whether or not you can pass guò, it is not for me to decide. ”

"Yo he!" Sima Mad sneered, just as he finished speaking, followed closely, "You want to play word games with us, right?"

"It doesn't matter. Meng Siao smiled faintly, "If my name can't be on the list of the 'Holy Pavilion', then you will not be able to escape the punishment of the 'Heart Demon Great Oath' for violating the oath." I don't think the 'Holy Pavilion' will take the life of this great confucian, the youngest in their history, for the sake of a mere name. ”