On the way back to camp, Huya still looked annoyed!

Ye Wushuang invited someone for the first time like this, and before his body recovered, he traveled more than 2,000 kilometers to this barren mountain and wilderness, just to invite a former defeated general, the face can be said to be big enough, and he definitely showed enough sincerity, but the other party was not at home at all, and he did something to go out and not return, which made Huya angry to the extreme.

The overlord of the Western underworld, the king of darkness, how could he have given face to a person like this?

This ink dragon is indeed too ignorant.

When he returned to the camp and sat down, Huya sat down in front of his tent silently, obviously sulking, I don't know why Ye Wushuang attached so much importance to this ink dragon, although he was also sincere enough when he subdued their iron guards, he didn't do this step!

Even the priest was rarely silent, looking at Ye Wushuang, who was still smiling, and couldn't help asking, "Kui, how many days do you plan to wait?"

"I said it until he showed up!"

Ye Wushuang said with a smile, and then glanced at the two of them, probably guessing what these two guys were thinking now, and after a little silence, he said lightly: "Anyway, it's okay to be idle, it's better to ...... Shall I tell you two a story?!"

The priest was a little confused about Ye Wushuang's intentions, but he still nodded and said, "You speak." ”

Even Huya couldn't help but raise his head, extremely curious about the story that Ye Wushuang was going to tell at this time, and listened quietly to the side for a while.

"It's an ancient story, it's very famous, maybe even you Westerners have heard it. ”

Ye Wushuang smiled and said: "About 1,600 or 700 years ago, Huaxia once experienced a turmoil that is extremely unimaginable to you Westerners. In that turmoil, the most eye-catching ones were probably three heroes, Cao Mengde, Liu Bei, and Sun Quan. These three ...... Well, it's quite interesting, Cao Mengde is a traitor, sitting in the north, his soldiers are strong and strong, Sun Quan rose in Jiangdong, extremely rich, the dazzling of these two people is actually expected. But there is only one Liu Bei, who is the most ridiculous, along the way, he has suffered defeats, and he cried wherever he went, which can be said to be cowardly to the extreme. But this guy has an advantage, that is, he is thick-skinned! Because there are no resourceful people under his hands, in order to invite a person known as 'Wolong' to excel in the mountain, he can come to the door three times in a row without face and skin, and finally invite the hypocritical Mr. Wolong out of the mountain, and pass it on to future generations. Because...... This is the most correct thing that Liu Bei has done in his life! It is also with the assistance of Wolong that he Liu Bei can settle the land of Ding Shu, and finally compete with Cao Mengde and Sun Quan, and become a three-legged momentum!"

"What are you talking about...... Is that the same Mr. Zhuge Liang in your Chinese history?"

A trace of doubt flashed in the priest's eyes, and then he said: "Although I don't know much about the history of Huaxia, I have heard of this person, and all kinds of methods are almost supernatural! Although that Molong also has some ability, can he compare with Zhuge Liang? Moreover, what is the identity of that Liu Bei, who is said to be a member of the royal family, but he is not a down-and-out dog? It is not ashamed for him to invite someone from the thatched house. But what kind of identity are you? You invited him like this, and in my opinion, you really looked down on him! He still put on a score...... I just don't know how to lift!"

This can be said to be very unkind, the priest usually speaks little, is the type that says less and does more, is more reliable, and there are few sharp words on the time, and now he says so harshly, you can imagine how angry he is in his heart. In fact, it's no wonder that they came all the way to come, but they were hung here by the ink dragon, and it was three days to dry, and the clay people still have three points of earth, and they have to get angry if they are people, after all, during the first war in Jiangnan, they were right to treat the ink dragon.

This guy chased and killed a lot of people in Hangzhou City behind Ye Wushuang's ass, and finally forced Ye Wushuang* to the Huzhou area before finally giving up, and after being captured, he had to die ten fucking times eight times just because of this, but Ye Wushuang didn't touch a finger on his head, although he was abused, but in the end he didn't return to the Green Gang unharmed? When he left Shanghai, Ye Wushuang saw him off with good wine, and he sent parliamentary warriors to protect him, which was enough to give him face.

It can be said that from beginning to end, although the two sides are enemies, Ye Wushuang is merciful everywhere, and he is benevolent and righteous!

Now, even if it was out of the original life-saving grace, the Molong should have come out to meet him, right? As a result, there was no shadow of the person! The priest was not blind, although he did not touch the bed, but just by looking at the small cabin, he knew that it was often inhabited, at least, there were still people on the day they came, but when they came, the person was gone, what does this mean? That guy is avoiding them!

"Readers, more or less hypocritical. ”

The corners of Ye Wushuang's mouth were still the calm and eternal smile, and he didn't show the slightest impatience from beginning to end, as if he had forgotten that the southern underground world had been surging and the fire would set off at any time, and said softly: "You don't know him very well...... Actually, in some ways, Molong's qualities are similar to those of those scholars in ancient times! I have talked to him and know some of his experiences. The master he used to be when he was a child was a martial arts master, hidden in the mountains and forests. Mo Long grew up under the influence of his old-fashioned master since he was a child, and what he learned was the Four Books and Five Classics, and the art of war, which was completely different from modern children, and was almost out of touch with the entire era! This kind of trait was planted in his bones by his master when he was a child, and even if he later entered the Green Gang, he never changed! Don't look at him on the surface, but in fact, he has a proud and noble heart, and he has killed countless people on his hands, but his heart is cleaner than any of us, because ...... We think about some power or something, but he doesn't, he thinks...... This is what his master taught him, and it has almost become his belief! He can sell his life to Chen Zhongzheng because Chen Zhongzheng gave him a bowl of rice when he was down, even if it is ...... Knowing that Chen Zhongzheng was by no means a good master, even if he knew that following Chen Zhongzheng would definitely be evil, but just because of that bowl of rice when he was down, he did it without hesitation! Who can do this?"

"So...... He is cleaner than all of us, cleaner than the two of you, cleaner than me Ye someone! He can only be treated specially, because he is not rare in anything, a heart has no desires and no desires, only sincerity and affection, maybe you can please him!"

Ye Wushuang shrugged his shoulders and said with a wry smile: "Ridiculous, right? Who would have thought that the people who knew him Molong best were not those generals under him, nor Chen Zhongzheng, whom he had been loyal to, but I was my enemy!"

"As for whether what you say is worth it......"

Ye Wushuang smiled: "To be honest, I've always felt ...... It's worth it! I've been crisscrossing the Western underground world for more than eight years, and there are many times when I step on it, and there are many times when I'm chased and killed, but his mother chased me and killed me, I have no way to go to the sky, and there is no way to enter the ground, but he is the only one Molong! I think at the beginning, Huaxia dispatched so many ace divisions, capable generals, but he could only follow Lao Tzu's ass to eat soil, and in the end, if Lao Tzu was not tired of escaping, if Lao Tzu didn't want to meet his brothers, they wouldn't be able to stop me! But how about Molong? With those people in his hands, he fled from Hangzhou to Huzhou with Lao Tzu, and finally had to hold a knife and stiffen his head, if it wasn't for the luck of finding a few substitute ghosts in Huzhou, helping me to resist the time when the support came, it is estimated that Lao Tzu's hundred or ten catties would have to be put there!

Huya and the priest stopped talking, but in their hearts they gradually admired the ink dragon.

Just because someone else gave them a bowl of rice when they were in trouble, they could hand over their lives to others? This kind of person, they really will never be able to see through it! Or in other words, they don't need to look at it at all, they just can't understand it.

What the three of them didn't know was that somewhere in the dense forest, there was a pair of eyes staring at them, but there was no killing intention, but tears were already in the air.

(Yesterday's fifth watch was four flowers...... Uh, that's a bit of a thrill...... Ahem, brothers, can you enjoy a few little flowers today?)