Chapter 125 Scholar

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What kind of person was General Hua a hundred years ago?

Xia He looked at the red mist in front of him, listened to the incessant shouting, roaring and even faint crying in the red mist, and seriously thought about such a question. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Of course, he couldn't hear someone far away say that General Hua was a boring hero, maybe he could understand the meaning of that lord when he heard it.

Hero?

To his own brother, he betrayed, which is called unrighteousness.

In his own country, he fights among himself, which is called disloyalty.

In his own family, he turned his back, which is called unfilial piety.

Disloyalty, injustice and filial piety, this is called a hero.

Not interesting?

Because he's too much like a hero, it's not interesting.

Because he still lost in the end, it was not interesting.

General Hua a hundred years ago is the same as the current owner of the Hua family, they are just boring heroes.

Xia He thought of this, and inadvertently coincided with a certain adult who was far away in the sky, but it was very different from the porcelain voice and porcelain man in the red mist in front of him.

In the end, the red mist did not disappear, but the voice of the porcelain man did not sound again, and the red mist regained its calm, as if something disappeared in the red mist, as if someone died in the red mist.

Xia Heping turned around calmly, without looking at the constantly changing red mist, he knew that someone was dead, and the two people who were still conscious in the depths of the red mist certainly knew that his good brother who had been with him for a hundred years was dead.

What has supported him through this hundred years is the obsession with his eldest brother and his second brother, and his persistence in the friendship that has been maintained for a hundred years, but when that obsession is broken, the friendship of a hundred years ago is torn apart, and his belief in supporting himself has disappeared, then he will die.

The porcelain sound in the red mist is gone, and there is one more person's voice mixed in the countless bass roars, some like the voice of the big man, but there is no emotion, or it is not without emotion, but there is no thought, just simple anger and roar, the same as the other souls in the red mist.

Maybe it's still alive, but it's better to be dead.

"Are you really his junior?"

It seems that after a long time, another sentence floated lightly from the red mist, a voice soaked in bookish anger, and the sour smell that had been boiled for a hundred years, but the voice was faint, and it would be scattered in the air without a trace if you were not careful.

But it's so quiet that no matter how faint the sound is, it's noticeable.

The red mist swirled around Xia He's body, turning into a figure, a figure wearing a long robe but carrying a pair of strong armor, still the same as the previous porcelain voice and porcelain man, only the figure, but the face could not be seen clearly.

Xia He looked at the indescribable face seriously, and secretly thought in his heart, who is this poor scholar in front of him?

The poor scholar laughed, Xia He couldn't see that he was laughing, he didn't make a sound when he laughed, but Xia He felt that he was laughing, and he could feel his laughter when he closed his eyes.

The scholar smiled, then nodded.

"Yes, yes, with the demeanor of a big brother. ”

Hearing him mention that General Xia, Xia He couldn't help but open his eyes, and looked at the face that couldn't find the eyes, but he felt that he was looking at the eyes of the poor scholar, which was a mysterious and mysterious feeling.

Just like Xia He didn't see or hear the scholar's laughter, it was all a feeling, but this feeling was more like an illusion, at least the big man didn't have the same feeling when he appeared before.

Xia He was sure that the poor scholar in front of him was much stronger than the big man with a porcelain voice.

Xia He pursed his lips and didn't speak, but he could feel that the scholar had been staring at him, as if he wanted to see him through.

"What does it look like on the outside now?" Finally, when Xia He felt that the eyes that could see through people but could not see finally stopped staring at him, but turned to another direction that had nothing, the poor scholar continued to ask.

Xia He replied, "It's the same as a hundred years ago. ”

Xia He clearly felt those eyes fall on his face again, and he could even feel the taste of banter in those eyes.

The same banter as the voice he came from.

"Is it? Without us old guys, just with those guys in Lin'an who are greedy for life and afraid of death, the great wilderness has not come again?"

Xia He had a bad feeling in his heart, the situation outside was indeed quite good in the eyes of the people of the Great Wilderness, similar to the situation at that time when General Xia had not yet become famous, whether it was the territory area or the gap in troops, the Great Wilderness had an advantage, but after the appearance of that General Xia, the gap was greatly narrowed, and even, there was a faint meaning of exceeding.

It wasn't until General Xia committed treason, and it wasn't until a hundred years later that he returned to the leading position of the Great Wilderness.

Xia He knew that he had said something wrong, lowered his head, and didn't say anything more.

The poor scholar didn't know if he knew that he had exposed Xia He's little mistakes, and he didn't say anything more, it was still that silent laughter, or a silent laughter that only Xia He could feel.

Finally, the poor scholar stopped laughing so silently, and did not mention the outside affairs again, but returned to Xia He himself.

The poor scholar looked at Xia He for a long time, and Xia He could even feel that those eyes had been wandering away from him, crossing every part of his body.

In the end, the poor sour scholar just smiled slightly, this time Xia He finally heard his laughter, which was different from the sour strength of the scholar when he spoke, his laughter was very hearty, like the nectar passing through the cracks in the stones.

"Hahaha, interesting, interesting. ”

The poor scholar muttered a lot of interesting sentences, but he didn't know what he was saying and why it was interesting.

It's just that if such a poor sour scholar who picked up from the pile of books can wash away all the poor sour smell on his body, and add a bit of nobility, then that very interesting thing must be a very interesting thing.

Xia He still couldn't see it, but he felt that the poor sour scholar in the red mist seemed to be looking at something again, as if he was looking at something, Xia He couldn't see what he was going to see, only when the poor sour scholar mentioned it himself, he knew.

"That's your friend. This should have been a question, but the tone of the poor scholar did not rise, and it was just a casual sentence, as the last sentence he said.

This time Xia He didn't answer the question that was not a question, because he knew that the poor scholar couldn't hear his answer, and he was already dead, with the final end of his laughter, and the question that was not a question that was not a question, and then the wind that blew from nowhere blew the red mist that was already a little lighter.

Calm again.

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