Instead of following, I stood on tiptoe and looked around.

Today, it is a time of peace and prosperity, with no wars and no killings. Because of this, I hope that Zhang Quanzhong can leave with Jingguan Xiaowu smoothly, without causing any damage to the ecological environment of Jinan, let alone disturbing the innocent people.

You must know that there is no news in peacetime, and those media reporters want to be crazy if they want to be famous, and they can't wait to seize a super-large clue to continuously break the news and achieve earth-shattering results. If they knew that there was a broken intestine grass growing in the eighteenth courtyard, this alone would have caused them to smash the threshold.

I'd rather make big things small and small things small, and don't make any more extraneous complications.

Old Jinan people often say that people are afraid of being famous, and pigs are afraid of being strong. If a person is too famous, he often becomes the target of others' attacks and ends up being beaten to the ground.

"I have to save people. Zhang Quanzhong's voice has returned to its original state.

"Who to save?" Wang Yu asked.

"The three men in the tank. Zhang Quanzhong replied.

"Okay, you wait. Wang Yu moved quickly and flashed into the north house.

"Tianshi, come down. Lianchengbi beckoned to me with his back up.

I shook my head and sat down on the ridge to further ponder Zhang Quanzhong's thoughts.

The poisonous water flowing from the sprinkler contains "dead poison", which must have come from the old Jingguan Xiao Wu. Taking a step back, the three visitors to Mt. Fuji are using some method to extract the "death poison" from Jingguan Xiaowu's body and discharge it into the water. Pushing back the second step, as long as the "dead poison" leaves Jingguan Xiaowu's body, she can stay away from harm and rejuvenate. Pushing back the third step, Zhang Quanzhong ordered Wang Yu to save the three Japanese, which was also equivalent to giving them a boost to continue their lives, let them work hard, and completely complete the mission of rescuing Jingguan Xiaowu.

"Zhang Quanzhong is really not easy!" I couldn't help but sigh.

At this moment, Zhang Quanzhong looked up and looked at me attentively and sincerely.

Between the intertwined eyes, I seemed to return to the illusion and talk to him face-to-face on the shore of the newly fallen Daming Lake. In this life, some people have gray hair as new, and some people are as old as ever. The relationship between me and Zhang Quanzhong probably belongs to the latter. That's why he is willing to entrust Jingguan Xiaowu to me.

"Brother, I'm tired. He arched his hand upward.

I smiled bitterly and returned the salute: "Mr. Zhang, forgive me for being stupid, I really can't keep up with your train of thought." You swore so firmly that you would bring Jingguan Xiaowu back to life, and you planted hundreds of dead soldiers on this street, and you also asked the people of Mt. Fuji to help...... The whole city is a pattern, and all living beings are chess pieces. Are you the one who holds the son, who is sitting on the other side of the chessboard? Is it the immortal blue sky, the ten halls of Yama, and the judge of fate? You control the fate of the whole city with the power of one person, is this the luck of Jinan City, or is it the disaster of Jinan City? Lian Chengbi and I, as the last of the thaumaturgists, sacrificed our lives to help you, is it right? Wrong?"

"I'll go up and tell you—"

As soon as Zhang Quanzhong said half of his words, the door of the house slammed, and Wang Yu rushed out of the house, waving his arms up and down, and shouted angrily: "I don't save the Japanese, I will never save the Japanese, my Wang family has a common enmity with the Japanese, even if I waste my hands and poke my eyes, I will never save the Japanese!"

His appearance is not outstanding, he is not a beautiful man, and he can even be said to be a little obscene, but the anger he shows at this moment is out of natural nature, and his personal image suddenly becomes extremely tall.

Jinan people hate the Japanese, this is an emotional mark that can not be erased for hundreds of years, even if the springs and veins all over the ground are drained and exhausted, this hatred may not be forgotten.

"Don't scream!" Zhang Quanzhong shouted angrily.

"Why don't you call it? Why do you ask me to save the Japanese? I want to save you, my surname is Wang, there is nothing else, this old Jinan still has the backbone...... Haha, haha, your Lao Hu's real identity is 'Jiangbei's No. 1 God Operator' Zhang Quanzhong, this my Lao Wang absolutely admires, admires so much that he throws himself to the ground and kowtows like pounding garlic, but you asked me to save the Japanese, there is no door, my Lao Wang is Zhu Bajie waved his hand - don't serve (monkey), let your Japanese friends roll as far as they can!" Wang Yu's face turned red, and the green tendons on his neck all burst out, like a wriggling earthworm.

"Xiao Wang, I don't plan on you to do more, if you don't want to see the Japanese, then leave the snuff and let me save them myself. With our friendship, it's not too much to help me with this, right?" Zhang Quanzhong forced his anger and said in a low voice.

"Okay!" Wang Yu agreed very happily this time.

Zhang Quanzhong breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out his hand forward, and motioned for Wang Yu to hand over the satchel.

Wang Yu lowered his head and slowly took off his satchel.

I could tell from his movements that he wouldn't hand over his satchel at all.

At this moment, I had the opportunity to remind Zhang Quanzhong out loud, but then I thought, with his calculation ability, how could I guess what Wang Yu was going to do?

"Here you go. Wang Yu made a gesture of handing the bag forward, but his body spun suddenly, his arms were raised, and the satchel flew over the west wall with a whoosh and fell into the street.

Then, with a shake of his arms, his body rose five feet high like a lone crane, volleyed upside down in a somersault, flew up, laughed and crossed the western wall.

I really underestimated Wang Yu, I thought he was just relying on the medical skills, snuff, and feng shui passed down from his ancestors, but I didn't expect him to have light skills.

"The weight of the hatred of the family and the country, as for it?" Zhang Quanzhong sighed.

He didn't say that he would go out to chase him, and even Chengbi couldn't express his position, so he let Wang Yu escape.

"Mr. Zhang, I'll come down right away. I said.

Zhang Quanzhong shook his head, walked to the ladder, climbed slowly, and went to the roof.

"Talking here gives me a broad perspective and makes it easier to understand what I say and do. He said.

The Wang family's snuff is really bad, because at this moment Zhang Quanzhong has stopped breathing evenly, and he is no longer tired.

"Where to start? Hehe, the past is like smoke, history is like a rut, hundreds of years, reading all the vicissitudes of life, where does it start, it is easier for you to understand this old case? Let me think about it, let me think about it......" He gently supported his head with his left palm, frowning and pondering.

In front of this rare great wise man in the world, I held my breath, calmed down, and was ready to listen to my ears with the attitude and psychology of a student.

"My pseudonym is Hu, which is taken from Mr. Yuanming's meaning of 'the countryside will not return'. The countryside will be ruined, the barren grass will not be knees, the old city will be declining, and the spring will rest temporarily...... If my hometown becomes like this, then is there any point in me fighting in the south and the north for the sake of the country, and killing in the east and west? For the sake of the hometown, I am willing to be instructed by thousands of people to retreat to the forest, and do something for the hometown, the people, and the feelings. Zhang Quanzhong opened his mouth quietly.

I can't help frowning, Tao Yuanminggong's "retreat" was a helpless choice made in the case of political stupidity and mediocrity. With his ambition in life, as long as Ming Jun is in power and the country needs, he will definitely return to the temple and plan for the Son of Heaven and the people.

There is a sentence in Tang poems that "there is no hermit in the sundae, and the heroic soul returns", and the "return" in this sentence is in stark contrast to Tao Yuanminggong's "Hu does not return". The former is radical, the latter is decadent, and it is not the same.

As a thaumaturgist of my generation, the country is in trouble, and the husband is responsible, this is the supreme truth that cannot be broken.

Zhang Quanzhong's decadent mood makes me deeply uneasy, in fact, every one of us living in this world will encounter times when we are depressed, after all, life is in the world, and things are unsatisfactory nine times out of ten. During that time, people will exile themselves by overeating and self-abandonment, with no hope in their hearts and no light in their eyes. However, a person, especially a man, will eventually have to come to the right path, strive to rise for himself, for his family, and for his country, and become a man who stands up to the sky.

Zhang Quanzhong is a strange man in the arithmetic world, and his every move directly affects the progress and retreat of the arithmetic and thaumaturgical worlds. With great power comes great responsibility, this is the earnest teaching left by countless thaumaturgical predecessors.

"Mr. Zhang, there is a country first, and then there is a home. If the country does not exist, then where can we find the eggs under the nest?" I tactfully retorted to him.

"The country is based on the family as the smallest unit, and each small family is the cell of the national fabric. If all the cells are dead, will the fabric of the country still exist?" he asked rhetorically.

Whether there is a family or a country is equivalent to the question of "the chicken and the egg first", none of us can convince anyone, and even if we continue to argue, we will never be able to reach a correct conclusion.

"Okay, Mr. Zhang, let's put this issue aside, please continue. "I give in for now.

Zhang Quanzhong lowered his head, pulled a dogtail grass from the gap in the tile ridge, and gently kneaded it between his fingers.

"Life is like a rushing waterfall, with so many rugged twists and turns, and no one can control it. I am the 'No. 1 God Operator in Jiangbei', and I can calculate and understand the major affairs of the country, but I can't see myself clearly. As the saying goes, 'if you don't care about yourself, you can't do anything'...... If I could have predicted the final outcome of the marriage, then even if the important officials of the old government invited me to visit the thatched cottage three times and thirty times, I would not have left the mountain. It was the winter of 1935, and I was still studying the knowledge of the Hetuluo book in Canglongling, deep in the Taihang Mountains. Everything in the world can be rehearsed in the Hetuluo book, and finally get a 100% accurate conclusion. To put it bluntly, if a tyrant could behead the world's warlocks overnight, the results in the Hetuluo book would be unfulfilled and not bad at all. Although I don't know who inspired Qin Shi Huang Yingzheng to start the plan to 'burn books and pit Confucianism', in a sense, he was completely right. The great rule of the world and the unification of Kyushu should start with 'burning books and pit Confucianism', which has even been mentioned in the "Tao Te Ching". It is a pity that the emperors of all dynasties under Qin Shi Huang neglected to learn from the First Emperor, and finally the theories of Confucianism, warlocks, Taoist priests, monks and folk sophists multiplied in the land of the Central Plains, planting the bane of chaos in the world...... Yes, Canglongling in Zhongnan Mountain is a good place, and as soon as Mr. Chang, a veteran of the three dynasties of the old government and a minister who protected the humerus of the country, arrived at my Baqu Caolu, he was amazed by the topography of Canglongling......"

He immersed himself in his own memories and told the events of history one by one.

In fact, the important member of the old government who visited Canglongling in Taihang Mountain did not have the surname Chang, and "Chang" was just one of his many pseudonyms and fake surnames. If people who are familiar with the history of the old government hear the word "Chang", they will immediately think of which big man he is.

I remember that the reason for his visit was recorded in the historical materials as "looking at the northern mountains and drawing the great plan of the Central Plains", and he was not followed by a cadre of staff, staff officers, and scribes of the Executive Yuan of the old government, but warlocks recruited from the Northeast Army.

In addition, experts who are familiar with the history of China's turmoil in the past 50 years from 1900 to 1948 should know the allusion of the "Battle of the Dragon and Snake". In the mouth of the warlocks, Mr. Chang is a snake, the head of the spirit beasts on the ground, able to meander in the troubled times, showing the true colors of the snake king. Before the dragon does not appear, the snake king can dominate the world, but as soon as the real dragon arrives, the snake king can only give up the country.

When Zhang Quanzhong said that Mr. Chang visited the thatched house three times, I immediately understood that Mr. Chang must have been confused about thaumaturgy, so he did not seek the marshal of the warlord of the Bafang, but directly went to the door of the "No. 1 God Operator in Jiangbei".

In the past, Liu Xuande invited Zhuge Wuhou to come out of the mountain, which was also based on the confusion in the field of "thaumaturgy". Otherwise, Liu Xuande is sitting on Guan Yunchang and Zhang Yide, the two great generals of the world, and Zhao Zilong, a victorious general, who is afraid of in the troubled times?

History has not changed. Therefore, as the "Snake King", Mr. Chang finally defeated Maicheng and became the biggest laughing stock in global military history in the 20th century. In other words, although Mr. Chang was a corporal of courtesy, looked at the thatched cottage three times, and treated Zhang Quanzhong with the "courtesy of a national soldier", Zhang Quanzhong did not repay him with a "national warrior battle", and lived up to the trust and trust of the big man.

This is not the best opportunity to tell stories and listen to stories, but Zhang Quanzhong is willing to say it, and I am willing to listen to it, otherwise I will die of this opportunity.

He is talking about one of the most hidden episodes of China's history in the middle of the twentieth century, and only by understanding this can we understand why the snake was defeated at sea and why the dragon defeated the Central Plains.

Past experience, if not forgotten, is a guide for the future..

As a thaumaturgist, if you ignore this, the day of the end of the world is not far off.