The mountain gold does not change the palm of the hand.

At the bottom of the mountain, the sand and dust suddenly rolled.

Thousands of horses galloping, crowds of people are divided.

Countless carriages, full of big red boxes. From the plum blossom deep alley not far away, carry all the way to the yellow dust, break through the crowd, and run into the foot of the mountain. Immediately afterwards, thousands of red-clothed masked people, all of whom jumped off the original carriage and swept to the new carriage with great tacit understanding. They did not say a word, did not open the box, and after loosening the bandages of the box, each of them took a big red box and ran towards the mountain.

"Squeak..."

"Let's go... Hurry up!"

"Look at it!

“......”

The birds chirp and the people are messy.

In the bamboo forest of the big mountain, the sea of people who spread all over the mountains and fields gradually retreated to the bottom of the mountain under the drive of more than thousands of seven-star disciples. No one chattered, no one dared not to leave. Because everyone can see that the ruffian on the mountainside is really unhappy. His brows were furrowed, he carried a huge package on his back, his hands were folded around his chest, and he looked at the top of the mountain without saying a word. Under the slanting sun, he is like a huge dumb cannon, seemingly ready to be lit by the remnant sun at any moment...

And those Taoist Confucian scholars around him who asked the heavens and the seven stars were not much better. Standing or sitting, with few words, as if the enemy who killed his father was right in front of him, all with black faces and hatred for each other. If you look wrong, you can start cutting people at a moment!

Bamboo shadow room on the edge...

"Is what Uncle Yuan said true?"

The tender lips opened slightly, and the blue breath spit lightly. At this time, only Xia Xun and Peony, the two little mandarin ducks, are so much better. Hold these palms tightly, write a few words to each other, and occasionally talk to each other.

"Eighty percent. Xia Xun nodded and said lightly.

"That's... That... You'd better take me away. ”

The peach blossoms on Peony's face bloomed shyly, but not brilliantly. There seems to be a faint uneasiness.

"There are some things that cannot be plotted. Otherwise, it will go sour..."

"What if the gentleman really doesn't agree?"

"Don't worry, I think I should be able to figure it out. ”

“......”

The slanting sun and sunset reflect the red flowers on the ground, and the red people who come and go are also blooming, wind and fire. It's just that it is heavy and depressed, but no one can linger it, and it is heavily suppressed at the top of the Tianshan Mountain...

Under the mountain,

Hundreds of zhang away from the north. The two of them slowly moved out with the crowd descending the mountain.

It was a master and a scholar, very embarrassed and a little sloppy.

No one could have imagined that the shopkeeper of Yueyang Tower, who was so rich as the country, would actually be like ordinary people today, and he would blend into the Wentian Mountain. In order to grab those few poor pieces of gold, he was trampled on and his nose was blue and his face was swollen. If such a nonsensical thing is known to other people who are involved in business, it will inevitably cause a sensation in the business world.

"I suddenly think that Lao Jin is very weird..."

“......”

After walking out of the square at the foot of the mountain, the two of them found a cool place at random and sat down.

For ordinary people, the previous scene on the mountainside may be funny and disdainful. However, such a scene fell into the eyes of these two people who were familiar with Jin Buchang, but it became very cold. Because, for ordinary people, the most valuable things are life and money. For people of the next level, the most precious things are life and dignity...

"It's not weird, it's scary..."

After sitting down, the master sighed to the scholar as if teaching the juniors: "When you see people talking about people, you talk about ghosts, and when you see an opportunity, you will get windy." In front of tens of thousands of people, you can still give up your dignity to pretend to be a pug that licks your shoes. With his scheming and bearing, we have sent him a lot. ”

"Hmm. ”

"That's true, but..."

The scholar looked up and looked at the red-clothed masked people who were busy going back and forth, up and down the mountaineering trail, and he looked very puzzled: "What is he trying to do?"

"Squeak~"

With the thick palm of his hand, he gently kneaded the few pieces of gold he picked up. Then he threw it not far away, and a big wolf dog was led by a rope and slept on the ground. The big wolf dog opened his eyelids slightly, looked at it, sniffed, and saw that the shiny thing did not taste right, so he closed his eyelids again and went to sleep.

Only then did the master say in a deep voice: "People are humane, and dogs have dog ways." All ways are inseparable from it, and the interests dictate. ”

"We people are never short of money, and if we throw it away, we can throw it away, and we can earn it back at will. There is no lack of face, if it is gone, it will be gone, and it will grow back if you turn around. All we're missing is one potential...

The general trend of the world, the momentum!

Therefore, no matter how mysterious and outrageous Lao Jin is, he will never be able to do without the word "potential". And what he is doing now is nothing more than using gold and face to exchange for the possibility of gaining power in the future..."

"That's not right..."

The scholar waved his hand decisively and denied the master's statement.

"It's definitely more than that. If you step on two boats, you will capsize. If you don't leave your hand, you have to cut your hand. Such a stupid thing, Lao Jin will definitely not do it. ”

"Hehe, who said it wouldn't..."

The master smiled self-deprecatingly: "Betting is a university question, if you can play well, even if you step on a hundred boats, what about it?" When that kid came to Yueyang City, Lao Jin had already placed a heavy bet on him, and now there are many ruffians, so what's the harm in adding a handful of chips?"

"That prince, I'm afraid that's not what he thinks. Scholar said.

"The enemy of the enemy is a friend first, and then it becomes an enemy. Before the overall situation officially begins, how do you bet, and who will care so much about you?" said the master.

"That said, but I always felt that it wasn't that simple. ”

The scholar was very puzzled, as if there was a layer of smoke covering his eyes, covering up some things.

After thinking about it, he shook his head: "Forget it, let's take a look first..."

“......”

Small arguments, intermittent, endless.

Without him, the bureau is too big, and the people in the layout are too tall.

The high ones only see the chess pieces, but they don't see the people. As a result, the chess spectators in the world can often only guess the mind of the chess loser through the position of the chess piece and the trend of the chess game. However, if you are so high-minded, where is it so easy to guess? Even if you don't stand low, you can see the position and the trend clearly. But often, at the end of the play, when you look back, it's just true and false, and it's just a blur of what people are looking for...

"When a son falls, the world moves. ”

"It's too high..."

Ask the bottom of the Tianshan Mountain, a few miles to the south, on the eaves.

Looking at the towering figure on the mountainside, the old man frowned deeply.

"If you leave a son and go all the way south, you can set off a gust of wind and thunderstorm from Beipi Pass, Kyoto City, and now Yueyang City. This ghostly calculation is indeed weird..."

Those who seek superiority mutter.

Those who seek inferiority are in the clouds.

Fang Xin didn't know why Elder Du suddenly said such an exclamation.

The feather fan shook gently, followed the thoughts and eyes of the old man, and pondered for a while.

"It's very high, a small plot that is nine out of ten, and that person can count every mistake. This unpredictable prophet's calculation is indeed not comparable to mortals. ”

"It's not either, it's far from it..."

"Huh?"

Fang Xin was surprised when he heard this, and turned his head over. I saw that Du Lao didn't know when, he had already taken out the old abacus, put it between his legs, and calculated it briskly with both hands.

"Nine out of ten is a sure mistake, that's just a trail. The real conspiracy is still in that ruffian..."

While making calculations, Du Lao whispered: "When he crossed the North Mangguan, he brought out the military god." When he went to Kyoto, he forced out Zhenwu and the Huang family, and even more people we can't see. And now, he has come to Yueyang City, if it is just to ask for a family matter, it will be ridiculous. ”

Da Da...

"What you can't see now, you can see a little bit now..."

The two veterans flew into phantoms, and the operators on the abacus also turned into phantoms, making it difficult to see.

After a pause, Du Lao continued: "The overall situation will rise, and only the wind and rain are owed. Before the wind and rain, what is lacking is potential!"

"Ready, momentum!"

"The eldest princess of Zhenwu, because of the relationship between the god-killing gods, as long as the chess game reaches the time of life and death, she will inevitably appear on the ship of the ghost plot. And the rich man of the Huang family in Kyoto, he owes a lifelong debt to the ghost, so he will obediently get on the boat in advance without anyone shouting. And now, the people on the ghost plot side back then are left with the saint Wentian, who is swaying..."

"That's not right. ”

Halfway through Du's old words, Fang Xin couldn't help but interject: "Isn't he already on the ship?"

Da Da...

The operator flies with the veteran, only sound and afterimage, and is invisible.

"What about the boat? No one can guarantee for sure, will he still be like back then, instigating others to jump ship with him? If he suffers a loss, he will have to have a long memory, and the ghost plot will definitely not allow such a thing to happen again. Otherwise, how could he put his grandson into Yueyang City before the wind rose?"

"What do you mean?" Fang Xin asked.

Bang Bang Bang!

The old hand patted, the afterimage turned into shape, the abacus stopped flying, and the rest of the operator was trembling and trembling. No more, no less, nine on the top, nine on the bottom, just eighteen in total. This, as if to foreshadow something...

"Therefore, whether it is that kid's previous footprints or Xia Yuan's trip south to Yueyang this time, it is likely that the two are for a common purpose, that is, to bring this saint..."

"Tie it up firmly, and tie it to the ship!"

"That's nine out of ten!"

“......”

Surprised, stunned.

After realizing it, it can always cause stormy waves.

Fang Xin is not a conspirator, but his brains are not bad. The last sentence of the only old man shocked him instantly!

Looking back on the past, the days since that young man came to Yueyang City. A very terrifying inference appeared in Fang Xin's mind. Everyone in the world knows that the arrival of that young man is the son of the great strategist. Luozi's trajectory is like a thunderbolt, with every time he tosses, it can bombard the eyes and thoughts of all outsiders, bringing a shock.

And, now, it seems that the so-called facts, the so-called coincidences, are far more than what everyone has seen, purely accidental. Even the night of the Chinese New Year's Eve that made the love sinus bloom seemed to be in the calculation of the great schemer!

This is a scam at all!

Stopping the feather fan, Fang Xin wiped the sweat that kept pouring out on his forehead, and said tremblingly: "That... That kid, what a chess piece?"

Alone old man, put away the abacus.

"Yes or may not. ”

"Because this kid is in a mess..."

"Of course, this is probably the other hand of the one..."

“......”