"The young master knows that in this world, no matter how big or small, no one is perfect!"

Jing'an raised her hand and took a black chess piece in front of the North Pavilion, the smile on her face was very gentle, and she didn't panic when she encountered something.

"Young master, please watch this chess game, although the sunspot is full of dangers, but in a desperate situation, if you can be calm and calm and break through this fog, this Jedi may become that place. Between these mutual games, the young master has distractions, but he also falls into the cliché. ”

The Jing'an monk held the sunspot in his hand and landed on the chessboard very calmly. Because of the fall of the sunspot, although the chess game is still an endgame, it is in the midst of the danger everywhere, a way of life emerges, which can be used to maneuver around the North Pavilion, and his eyes are getting brighter and brighter, and there is also a smile in the corner of his eyes.

"The teacher's words, if the students are empowered, the alliance between the Southern Wilderness and the Eastern Soil, even if the white painting of the Northern Desert can't be made, it is not so easy. Besides, the royal family of the eastern land has coveted the throne for a long time. If it weren't for the Mo family assisting in it, Dongtu would not be Dongtu. This cliché is really unacceptable. ”

The North Pavilion soothed his frowning brows, and his eyes suddenly brightened, but he only cared about the gains of this moment, but he forgot that the latecomer could be superior.

Even if Bai Hua carried the black cauldron, he didn't see how eager he was. And the North Pavilion is after the white painting, but it is anxious before the white painting.

Alas, the blindfolded eyes, after seeing the light again, quite a little, cleared the clouds and saw the moon.

"Young master, in this war to conquer the world, if you win, then you can win the imperial power. If it is defeated, the Western Regions will cease to exist, and between this loss and gain, will the people of the royal power be able to surrender to the enemy army?

The Jing'an monk held the white seeds in his fingertips, landed on the chessboard, and ate a few more sunspots. For the people of royal power, in the war, there is only one way to win, if the battle is defeated, then there is only one way to hang the head and commit suicide, and only in this way may be able to die a dignified death.

This is also the last dignity!

"What the teacher said is extremely true, it is not easy for them to defeat me in the Western Regions. If I want to defeat them in the Western Regions, it will not be easy. War is changing rapidly, and it is about a "trick", which depends on the person holding the chess piece, and how the chess piece in his hand will fall. ”

A wisp of wind blew the hair of the sideburns of the North Pavilion, and he smiled, holding the sunspot in his hand, and decisively landed on the chessboard, sonorously. In this ruined situation, he threw away the distracting thoughts in his heart, and his eyes were clear, and the endgame was no longer the endgame, and he was able to strategize everywhere.

"The Quartet is not simple, and the ten-year covenant between the young master and Tu Mo is even more like that finishing touch. This Middle Continent is full of storms, and when you enter the Middle Continent, you will be trapped in that swampy land. Even if Nanhuang breaks this dilemma under the strategy of killing the old man seven times and gets out of it, it will be unearthed with mud. ”

The white son fell in the hands of the Jing'an monk, and in the blink of an eye, the son fell, and on the situation, the white son side fell behind.

"My goal is not to be in Middle-earth. ”

The north pavilion fell sunspots, and a smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

"The young master's goal is not in Middle-earth, but in the Southern Wilderness?"

Jing'an put down the chess pieces in her hand, put her hands on the stone table, and as soon as her words fell, she looked at the North Pavilion quietly.

"Yes, in my eyes, the Southern Wilderness is easier for me to get at my fingertips than the Middle Earth. ”

The north pavilion waved his hand, and the ghost figure standing outside the pavilion moved his steps to the pavilion, he stretched out his hands, removed the chessboard on the stone table, and turned around, but a set of tea sets were placed on the stone table, and the charcoal fire was boiling the tea, steaming.

Without saying a word, the ghost bowed towards the north pavilion, and then withdrew from the pavilion, his hands hanging at his sides, and standing quietly outside the pavilion.

"Teacher, please. ”

The North Pavilion stretched out his hand to hold the teapot and poured two cups of tea, the fragrance was fragrant, making people feel aftertaste, and it was a good tea. The north pavilion will put the teapot on the charcoal fire, the more the tea should be boiled, the more fragrant, and the same as this layout, the more precipitated, the more solid it will be.

The old man replaced the wine with tea, and congratulated the young master on his victory. ”

The sound of the collision of teacups, in this quiet gazebo, is loud and crisp. The two figures sat opposite each other, tea boiling on the stone table, and they were also discussing and talking about tea.

Middle-earth Royal City.

Inside the Hall of Escape.

"Young master, my subordinates are ordered by the owner of the village to tell the young master the origin of the Mo family mechanism in Wutong Villa. ”

In the hall, Mo Que, dressed in black, stood beside Tu Mo, bowing and bending, his voice a little hoarse.

"If there is no Wutong Villa in Zhongzhou, I am afraid that the entire Zhongzhou will already be under the attack of the Southern Wilderness, and the people's hearts will be weakened and reduced to the dust in history. What does it matter if you say it clearly or not?"

Tu Mo stood in front of the window, his eyes squinting slightly, and he stood with his hands in his hands. In the distance, two small figures were walking towards the direction of the Xiaoyao Palace.

The faces of the two are familiar to Tu Mo, they are the people beside the regent. It was not yet dark, but he sent people so early.

"Young master. The owner of the village had already expected that the young master would say this, so the owner arranged for his subordinates, and from now on, he followed the young master and waited for the young master's dispatch. ”

Mo Que knelt on the ground, he lowered his head, his hands were crossed in front of his head, and his tone was not so hoarse, but more respectful.

"Then I will thank the owner, and after the lost land of Zhongzhou is recovered, you will go to Wutong Villa with me. ”

Tu Mo's eyes were very deep, he let go of the hands he was carrying and hung them at his side. "You don't have to stay with me, go to the Southern Wilderness, and come back to Central Continent after I get rid of the civil strife in Central Continent. ”

"I hope the young master will show it. ”

Mo Que's head hung lower.

"Tu Zhiqing. ”

Tu Mo turned around, moved his steps, bypassed Mo Que who was kneeling on the ground, and spoke. "You go first, with your status, it is not suitable to stay in today's Middle-earth. ”

Regarding Mo Que's identity, Tu Mo didn't care at all. It's just that he went to Wutong Villa, how could he have that suspicion of Wutong Villa's position.

As everyone knows, there is no need to use suspicious people, and there is no suspicion in employing people.

It's just that Tu Mo's half-sister was used as a bargaining chip for that marriage, and she has been married in the Southern Wilderness for many years. On Jinggu Avenue, Tu Mo was to her, although she had that shocking glimpse, but she didn't know what she had changed now!

Whether you still have Middle-earth in your heart, whether you are still a Middle-Continent person.

"The subordinates obey the orders of the young master. ”

Mo Que received the order, and then got up and exited the Easy Palace.

"Young master. An order from the first king made the princess leave Middle-earth and go to the Southern Wilderness for more than ten years, and now, the princess is afraid that she has already been disheartened. ”

Xingchenzi, who had been bowing down and waiting on the side, stepped forward, stood beside Tu Mo, and said softly.

As a family of royal power, you can enjoy the supreme power and glory and wealth, but in it, it is difficult to save family affection.

"It doesn't matter. No matter what she wants, if she is still from Middle-earth, I will keep her from dying, if not, then I will obey the destiny of heaven. ”

Tu Mo shook his head and said.

Today's Zhongzhou is full of eyelines, and all parties are also deployed in Zhongzhou. In Zhongzhou, Tu Mo's every move could not escape the eyes of those parties, and the young master of the Northern Desert who wanted to help him also came to the Central Continent King City and lived under the same roof with Xue Ruyan.

It's succinct and appalling, and it's really funny.

"Xingchenzi, you said that this white painting of the Northern Desert is looking for me to drink and talk tomorrow, what do you want?"

Tu Mo sat upright at the table, he spread his palms flat on the table, his fingertips flicked gently, and his eyes were staring.

"Young master. The mind of this white painting, like the exquisiteness of the seven orifices, is unclear and incomprehensible. If you speculate according to the current situation, what can be guessed is that the purpose of the Northern Desert Bai Painting in Zhongzhou is not on the young master. ”

Xingchenzi's eyes rolled.

"White paintings, snow like smoke. They just wanted to spread the fog in Middle-earth, and the purpose was to confuse the Western Regions and the Southern Wilderness. It's just that under this fog, what they want to do is a little intriguing. ”