Listen to the rain lake west, outside the main gate of the iron fan gate. √

Two figures, facing the sunset, stand side by side.

It's the only old man and Fang Xin, as for the woman with the jade flute...

It's gone.

It is the way of difference, not conspiring with each other.

When the guests entered the house, tasted a few red robes and listened to the water, the moment when the bewitching beauty said those shameful words. Luo Xizhai, who has always been low-key and forbearing, was in charge, and he couldn't help but be angry anymore and took the case.

Let her be in charge of this hall and a house, and let the centuries-old foundation created by her ancestors be used by others. This is simply a fantasy! The so-called "one can be killed, but not humiliated", if it were not for the extraordinary skills of this insulter, and if it were not for the fact that the secrets involved in this matter were so important that people would not dare to act rashly. Otherwise, she would definitely be a jade flute and angry, and she would be bloodthirsty on the spot.

In the end, however, her sanity prevailed over her anger. With a wave of his sleeves, he knocked over a cup of Tingshui Zhen tea, put aside a cruel word, and chose to leave with his clothes.

This is a dare to be angry and dare not fight, and at the same time it is an opponent, which is really terrifying.

Although she has the courage to refuse the noble people's appreciation of Mingyue, she definitely doesn't have the courage to play her majesty in front of that terrifying chess game. Because, that's looking for death...

As for what happened next after the woman left, it was easy to say a lot.

After saying this, it is nothing more than a question of the same and different ways. It is the law of nature that the same is to stay, and to be different is to go. And the four people who can continue to stay and listen to the water in magenta robes must be like-minded. Like-minded conspirators, talking very happily, the topic of whispering here, also from the very beginning of the noble people invited the bright moon to drink together, talked about the world's great mountains and rivers, the south and the north, and the customs. It was talking and laughing, and there was no half-baked attitude when we first met.

It's just that between these talks and jokes, how many scenes are playing, telling the truth and falsehood. That doesn't know.

In this way, the very happy conversation lasted until around sunset. Four letter birds, about an hour apart, flew into the room through the doors and windows. This has brought a lot of changes to the interest in the field.

Unraveling the letter scroll, reading it, it was a harmless surprise.

Actually, to put it bluntly, this surprise is also fake. A piece of letterhead came from the north, everyone knows how big this thing is, but they don't break each other.

False and wronged, and then hastily said a few kind words that were true and false. In the meantime, the people will be hastily dispersed.

That's where we are now...

Listen to the rain on the shore of the lake, listen to the rain and wind, and send off the passengers.

"Which side of the hell is he?"

Shaking the feather fan lightly, looking at the golden chariot in the distance, Fang Xin was a little melancholy. In the melancholy eyes, there is also a trace of unwillingness, which is worth recalling.

"He doesn't say it to himself? The world is bustling, and it's all for profit. The world is crowded, all for profit. Where did the two copper-smelling traders come from for the sake of profit? They are nothing more than cowards with the east wall down and the west wall upright, a basket of eggs, and two baskets of baskets. At this time, the face of the only old man was almost the same, but there was a little more contempt.

"But, the ants who dare to jump on that chessboard are not too daring..."

The guests are far away, and the aftermath has become a remnant. Fang Xin held the feather fan and made an inviting gesture towards the lake in front of him. The old man will understand and take a step. The two of them walked slowly along the shade of the lakeside trees.

"Do you always think that this wind may really rise?"

While walking slowly, Fang Xin asked lightly.

"It's not unlikely. ”

The old man put the abacus behind the rickety's waist, thought about it, and then said: "The northerners are coming from the south, and they are the king of ruffians." Crossing the North Pass, not riding birds, is nothing more than wanting to say the previous paragraph, laying down a line to sow discord, so that the wind will rise in the future, and the wind will be in the right direction. It all makes sense. ”

"Not exactly. If it were that simple, he wouldn't be worthy of being called a ghost. Fang Xindao.

"Not entirely. Du Lao said decisively.

"The one in the south sang a drama of thousands of miles of sound. The one on the north side must have to respond with a shout across the mountain. And, in front of the gate, Xia Yuan pointed out the date of birth and death of the one in the North Pass, and what he missed was the opportunity for the wind to rise!"

"Yes. ”

Listening to the rain lake, the two walked leisurely. The breeze carried a faint word, caressing the thin willow branches.

Fang Xin was not much surprised, he lightly continued the end of his words, and added: "It should be said that in the severe winter next year, the military god will have a big limit. In the northern Xiongguan, when there is no saint to protect it, it is an opportunity for the chess game to restart. Am I right?"

"Rightly in half. ”

Du Lao pointed to the stone bench along the lake not far from the side, and sighed, "Hey... People are old, this leg is not easy to call, you have to rest after walking two steps, let's sit back. ”

So saying, he walked to the stone bench and sat down. Then, he patted the vacant seat on the side and motioned for Fang Xin to sit down as well. After Fang Xin sat down, after a while, Old Man Dufang calmed down a few breaths, and continued to mutter: "Just like the words that stir up discord, if the military god falls, in the past twenty years, the millions of black pythons in the Beibi Pass will really become a big cake." The people of Kyoto want to accept it, the people in the north want to collect it, and even the little governor himself will have other thoughts. In this way, people's hearts can be messed up...

After a long sigh, the old man eased up.

"So, this plan is vicious.

Use a cruel and indisputable fact as a bait for discord. Regardless of whether the plan succeeds or fails, it is the ghost plot that will benefit in the end. If you don't lose a soldier or a soldier, if you succeed, you will receive a million heroes, and if you lose, you can separate the military aircraft, and no matter how bad it is, it will at least make Kyoto suspicious.

This is the crux of the ghostly scheme! The plot to win the hearts and minds of the people, hide a hundred conspiracies, and scheming to hide the tricks. You can't even see clearly, what he's hiding. ”

Fang Xin shook his fan as if he had realized it and nodded.

"According to Beipiguan's reaction, the ghost plan should have been calculated. ”

"It's just... This method of breaking the sky is too inferior. Xia Yuan broke through, he just fought with him for a moment, and then he intercepted it, and he didn't attack. He doesn't even say a word of cruelty, what is the difference between this and rebellion? This is not like his style of acting. ”

"There's a big difference..."

The sunset moved a little, and the gurgling water waves greeted the glow, shining on the cheeks of the two lake admirers.

The old man's cloudy old eyes were stabbed and narrowed a little. He waved his hand, not knowing whether to deny Fang Xin's words or to dispel the pesky sunset...

"At the same time that the ghost plot sang a shouting across the mountain, how could the military god in Beimangguan not take the opportunity to roar a song to force Liang to become a prostitute?"

"Hehe..."The old man smiled and said again.

"If you want to mutiny. Hong Potian can turn the head of the gun and go straight into the southeast of the Tang Dynasty. Or they may stand still, and wait for him to start fighting in the future, and then come to one inside and outside. It can even really fight a tragic battle to confuse people's hearts. No matter which move is made, it is more cost-effective and ingenious than the current twisting and turning.

However, he just took the most troublesome step. ”

"Why is that?"

There should have been a follow-up to Elder Du's words, but Fang Xin seemed to be a little anxious when he heard it, so he couldn't help but interject and ask.

When the fingers were not in the sun, the dazzling gold thread still pierced the face of the only old man through the gap. He simply turned his face to Fang Xin, half-squinting one eye, ignoring the annoying sunset.

"Because, the god of war is taking care of the aftermath for himself. He was giving an ultimatum to the one in the Kyoto Tower. ”

“......”

His brow furrowed.

Obviously, Fang Xin didn't understand the deep meaning of Du Lao's words: "What do you mean by this?"

"It's incomprehensible, it's incomprehensible. ”

"It seems simple, but it's a lot of work to calculate. ”

The old man sighed for a moment and said slowly. took out the ancient abacus from his waist, and then lifted his withered hand and fiddled with the plate operator at will. While calculating, he carefully analyzed Fang Xin:

"Twenty years ago, Hong Potian was less than three points of Xia Yuan, and he knew best how much there was a difference between him.

However, outside the Beimang Pass, Hong Potian still had to go out of the city to fight Xia Yuan with a life-and-death punch knowing that he was invincible. Here, there is a deep meaning. It's called the wind and grass, but it's actually the one who is warning Kyoto. If he goes south in the future, without the protection of the saint, the small Beimangguan will not be able to stop the footsteps of the northerners. Everything, do it yourself. ”

"This is one of them..."

"Bang Bang..."

The shriveled lips stopped, and the withered old hand was still flying and fumbling with the operator.

"Second, it is the million land that intercepts the shield wall, and it is defended but not attacked. A million male soldiers made a shield wall and strictly ordered to defend it. This is the one who is showing his control over this lion, the position of the military master. At the same time, it is also saying that even if they can't stop the enemy's footsteps, they will block it. It's just that whether this is a virtual block or a real block, it depends on the one in Kyoto, the future creation. It's still good to do it yourself. ”

"Whoa..."

With a wave of his old hand, all the operators on the abacus were organized at once.

Both of these words, although they are both threats. But at this juncture, it can just break the seven-point calculation of the ghost plot and let the one in Kyoto see his truest thoughts. This plot is really not low...

It can even be said to be very high, so high that I have to admire the far-sightedness and forbearance of this military god. ”

"Smack..."

After talking about it for a while, Fang Xin suddenly slapped his thigh, and suddenly woke up like a dream:

"That god of war, he has long calculated that the ghost plot has a move!"

"Hehe... No, no, no, but not far off. ”

Du Lao gradually laughed and waved his hand: "Everyone in the world knows that the ghost plot wants to take this move, and that is an inevitable thing." It's just that in order to wait for the ghost plot to fall, the military god is estimated to have endured for 20 years. ”

"What do you mean?"

"People are dying, and their hearts are not settled, so they stay up for a long time. ”

“......”

Meaningful.

Set the feather fan aside, prop your hands between your knees, and make some noise.

Looking at Elder Du's extremely deep smile, Fang Xin seemed to have suddenly figured out a lot.

Many, many things that I never dared to imagine...

That was twenty years ago.

It was a battle that was close to extinction.