No one spoke, and even Du Bazhi fell silent.

Du Bazhi is naturally not the original name, the origin of this nickname is naturally because it only has eight fingers. Very few people are born with only eight fingers, and the two fingers of Du Bazhi's right hand were cut off with a knife.

The young Du Bazhi was also ruthless and brave, and he also made long blades such as horizontal knives famous in the area west of the Yuanjiang River, so he was favored by the old hall master and recruited to the fourth room of Moyu Hall.

One year when I went to Qingyuling, I met a man in light clothes with an erhu on his back, slightly younger than his age.

At that time, Du Bazhi's temperament was still strong and bold, and the passers-by on the entire ridge could have free wine and beef as long as they said hello; but the man in light clothes had a high personality, and although he also sat down in front of the store, Yu Du Bazhi turned a blind eye.

Du Bazhi only felt that he had been refuted, and he also pressed his anger and stepped forward to ask for advice, but the man still didn't answer, and he was angry in his heart, and finally pulled out his knife.

The momentum of the horizontal knife, such as overturning the sea and turning the river, is unstoppable.

Suddenly, Du Bazhi put the knife down.

Du Bazhi only felt that he couldn't hold the knife, and after looking after him, he realized that the tail and index fingers of his right hand had been quietly cut off.

To recuperate, it was used for three months.

The wounds of the skin can be healed, but the wounds of the soul are difficult to heal, and since then, Du Bazhi has been arrogant to cover up the lack of his hands.

Later, by chance, I learned that the man in light clothes was called Zhang Bieli, and now he is undoubtedly among the five knives in the Great Wilderness Realm.

At this time, when he heard that Xue Qi was also one of the five knives, the fear in his heart filled his body, causing his arrogant head to bow down.

Several people looked at each other, and it was inevitable that they could also notice Du Bazhi's abnormality, and in the past secret meetings, even if they didn't have any time, they were willing to intervene sideways and express their feelings.

It made Luo Jiulang couldn't help but ask.

"Master Du is fine. ”

Du Bazhi, who was lost and depressed, was stunned, slowly came to his senses, laughed dryly, and said.

"I want to listen to your opinions. ”

And so there was silence again.

Liang Luyu stood in the hall, silently looking up at the "ink" plaque, and the heroes of the generations.

Among the five homeowners today, only Liang Luyu has experienced two generations of hall owners, and only Liang Luyu has the strongest feelings for Moyutang.

has experienced stumbles, experienced shocks, and withstood the wind and rain.

So the only one who broke the silence was Liang Luyu.

"Pastoral owner, how have our people been in recent years?"

The five rooms of Moyutang have their own duties, the big room is in charge of money and expenditure, and the monthly amount of each room must be reported to it; the second room plans the direction of Moyutang, and it is also necessary to think about the threats that are pouring in everywhere; the third room is worried about the punishment and infrastructure in the hall, so that the people of Junyong City can love and accept Moyutang, which is really the credit of the third room; the fourth room has gathered a lot of combative people, and the Moyutang's siege of the city, Security is mostly controlled by the fourth room, and the fifth room recruits talents, so that everyone who enters the Ink Rain Hall is distributed in each room, and also records the information of each of the children of the Ink Rain Hall.

Liang Luyu asked, as if he was going to resist with all his might.

Mu Li flipped through the booklet, his eyes quickly swept a few times, and he said.

"Coupled with the remnants of the owner of Lu, there are 37 newcomers in Moyutang this year, and there are more than 1,690 people in the four cities of Moyu. ”

Liang Luyu closed his eyes and said.

"How many days will it take to send to the eternal city?"

Mu Li's fingers met, counted for a while, and said.

"One hundred and fifty people from Crow City will be able to arrive in a few days; more than 400 people and horses in Fuguang City will be able to arrive within five days without stopping all night; Ye is far from the city, with more than 300 people, and the sky is high and the earth is far away, but it will take eight or nine days. ”

Liang Luyu opened his eyes and approached Lu Muqing, saying.

"Master Lu, in your opinion, how manpower does Qinghualou have?"

Lu Muqing said lightly.

"According to the observation of the spies, Qinghualou was established for half a year, and with the help of strange people in the rivers and lakes and veterans of the ghost army, there are five or six hundred people. ”

Liang Luyu said in a deep voice.

"It's so loud that it should be killed immediately. ”

"Master Luo, 1,600 pairs of armor and armor, can there be enough gold and silver to buy?"

Luo Jiulang said.

"If you buy a few real estate shops and put them together, you can also prepare them. ”

Liang Luyu raised his eyebrows, looked at Du Bazhi, and said resolutely.

"More than 1,600 people, against 5 or 600 people, can the owner of the Du family win?"

Du Bazhi is still silent, and Du Bazhi is still silent.

Liang Luyu tightened his eyes, and his gaze coldly pierced Du Bazhi's face, sarcastically speaking.

"The owner of the Du family, who has always been proud, was not frightened by the Qinghua Building?"

Du Bazhi was still silent.

Luo Jiulang and Mu Li just watched the joke coldly from the sidelines.

The blood in Du Bazhi's body seemed to be drained, but he still kept his head calm and didn't speak.

But no one thought that Lu Muqing said at this time.

"I think that the silence of the owner of the Du family is already the answer to the owner of the Liang family. ”

So the cold light in Liang Luyu's eyes changed to shoot at him.

"What does Master Lu think?"

Lu Muqing said.

"The proposal of the owner of the Liang family is to devote the strength of the entire Moyutang to fight with the Qinghua Building. ”

Liang Luyu sneered.

"Others have already come to you and me, so naturally we will spare no effort to fight back. ”

Lu Muqing said lightly.

"Even if he wins, Mo Yutang has already declined, in the face of the fierce Jiaoma Road and Yinjun Fang, how can there be a way to maneuver?"

"What if I lose?"

Lu Muqing pointed to the "ink" sign in the hall and continued.

"Have you ever been worthy of the many heroic spirits of the Ink Rain Hall?"

"What's more, there is a rumor outside, Qinghualou is a flag planted in the rivers and lakes by the court today, do we really have the strength to compete with the court?"

Liang Luyu snorted and said.

"People are swordsmen, I am fish and meat, let them be slaughtered, this is the idea of the owner of Lu. ”

Liang Luyu took a big step, bowed to Luo Sibing, and continued.

"I'd rather be a broken jade than a complete tile! ”

At this moment, Lu Muqing actually changed from the past to be as light as still water, but shouted.

"It is necessary to keep the tile intact, but also to keep the jade from breaking. ”

"Hall master, don't fight for a moment and destroy the century-old foundation. ”

Lu Muqing was domineering and asked.

"Moyutang has only had a scale of thousands of people in a hundred years, and it will take decades to gather talents after fighting all the battles?"

Mu Li shook his head, for a while, he couldn't give the exact time.

Lu Muqing said again.

"More than 1,000 pieces of armor and armor, 100,000 taels of silver, and you still need to sell your business and land, and it will take decades to earn back the silver taels?"

Luo Jiulang was silent, but he knew in his heart that there was little chance of earning it back.

Lu Muqing finally said.

"Pouring out of the nest, ignoring the three cities, and giving away the power of Moyutang?"

Liang Luyu turned his head away, his eyes were gloomy, staring at the spirit card of the heroic martyrs in front of the hall, and he had nothing to say.

Lu Muqing said lightly after all.

"It's the only thing we can do. ”

Mu Li couldn't help but ask.

"Who will ally with us?"

Lu Muqing said.

"If there is a common enemy, we can share the same enemy. Lips and teeth are cold, and some people will understand this truth. ”

Mu Li seemed to be moved, and he couldn't help but be frightened, and asked.

"What does the owner of the Liang house say?"

With Liang Luyu's qualifications, no one dares to disrespect him.

Liang Luyu sighed and sighed.

"The rise and fall of Boshang Moyutang, maybe I was impulsive. ”

"It's just the current crisis, how can I get rid of it?"

In fact, looking at Du Bazhi's timid appearance, Liang Luyu's heart was full of anger.

Du Bazhi still lowered his head, and there was not even the slightest starlight in his eyes, and Liang Luyu was even more angry.

Lu Muqing said softly.

"Among the more than 1,690 people in Moyutang, there is only one person who can solve the current siege. ”

Luo Jiulang asked.

"Who?"

Mu Li asked almost at the same time.

"Who?"

Liang Luyu was in a trance for a while, and suddenly said.

"That man!"

Du Bazhi also had an idea in his heart, and couldn't help but speak.

"The man. ”

Lu Muqing bent down and said to Luo Sibing.

But this man is in a dark prison, and he cannot be spared without the permission of the hall master. ”

Above the secret meeting, only Luo Sibing had always closed her swollen eyes and didn't say a word.

Meng Sinian's death was not a small blow.

Luo Sibing is like a boat that can capsize at any time, losing its oars, and having nothing to rely on in the turbulent sea.

Finally, Luo Sibing opened his eyes, his eyes were red, and there was sadness wrapped in them.

Du Bazhi has always looked at no one, so Luo Sibing will not ask.

The affairs that need to be handled by Mu Li are also complicated, so he doesn't have too many deep friendships with Luo Sibing.

Although Liang Luyu is full of liver and brain, and he is devoted to Moyutang, after all, he still looks down on Meng Sinian, and Luo Sibing also knows.

Luo Jiulang often took care of him by his side, but he couldn't make Luo Sibing gaze.

Luo Sibing opened his eyes and just looked at Lu Muqing.

Lu Muqing finally stopped avoiding it and met those timid eyes.

The sadness made those eyes only gloomy, and it also made Lu Muqing's heart feel like it was cracking.

Lu Muqing couldn't help but take two steps forward.

But after all, it is an awakening, and there is a stop.

Small movements, others can't see them, but Luo Sibing can detect them.

Luo Sibing wanted to laugh, but he could only smile miserably, and said.

"Can I count on you?"

Lu Muqing couldn't answer, but quietly moved his lips and silently pronounced "can".

Luo Sibing is strong.

"Master Liang, let the man go. ”