About 30 kilometers away from the Lancang River, on the winding mountain road, a black BYD is driving slowly. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Tian Lai Novel ww

Liu Qingming sat in the co-pilot's seat, looking at the scenery outside the car window. It was a black car he had chartered near the station, and the driver was a young man under thirty years old, who was particularly talkative. In his car, not only is the price cheap, but the service is quite considerate. No matter what it is, he can serve very meticulously. It's basically like posting a free tour guide upside down.

This mountain is called Bagua Mountain, which is said to be related to Zhuge Liang's passage to the south. There are also many legends about Zhuge Liang left here, and the locals seem to worship the prime minister. Speaking of those allusions about Zhuge Liang in the past, I also saw some honorable looks on my face. There are also Kongming Temple, sacrificial wind platform and many other places related to Kongming on the mountain.

In fact, it is said that further south here, there are also many relics left by Zhuge Liang during the period of the southern and middle periods. However, in modern times, it has been gradually destroyed. Whether it's the relics in reality, or the traces in the brain.

Halfway up the mountain, the road ahead was blocked. Even the surrounding mountains and forests are fenced off by a five-metre-high iron fence.

It is said that this is a resort. However, the local villagers have never seen it open to the public. Even many villagers once thought that the resort had gone out of business. However, it is always watched. Basically every entrance and exit has a human handle. And the branches in those fences are all neatly trimmed. Even on this road, where there are hardly a few cars, it is always maintained. The road surface is neat and tidy, and there is not even a single pothole. After so many years of repair, it is not worn-out at all. Not to mention those county roads, township roads or something, even high highways can't be compared. Moreover, it is cleaned every day.

After the black car driver left, Liu Qingming's figure disappeared on the mountain road in an instant. The next moment he was already walking in the mountain path in the iron fence. And the guards in the booths at the exit were dozing.

After entering, I made several large circles along the winding road, and the winding fork of the road, and these strange trees, were definitely deliberate. Even if the average person climbs over the iron fence, if there is no one to carry it, I am afraid that I will get lost.

After a few circles, a Chinese garden fell into view. The top is the majestic and atmospheric top of the mountain, the wall is a pure white wall, and the sunlight shines through the cyan flowing tiles, which looks like falling into the painting.

The parking lot in front of the gate was full of cars, mostly Audis. However, the color of this license plate is gathered, most of the white plates, a small number of blue plates, and most of these blue plates are the beginning of Yunnan A, the front row of zeros. And the very rare ink-colored license plate at the beginning of the collar word also appears here.

Inside a small two-story building, it is staggered at this time. The sound of laughter echoed outside the building. The koi fish in the pond not far away are playing in the rockery.

Liu Qingming sat on the stone bench next to the pond, picked up the fishing rod next to him, dipped some fish food on the hook, and threw the hook into the water.

On the main seat of the main hall of the small building is an old man with a gray head. The old man was short in stature and his face was full of wrinkles. Eyes squinted slightly. However, the spirit is very high. Every time I open my eyes, there is a strong light bursting out, making people dare not look directly. His every move was majestic. Every expression changes, and it makes people's hearts shake slightly. Sitting there, like a Siberian tiger ready to wait.

The old man saw the scene of the pond outside through the window, and his body couldn't help but tremble slightly. I saw the old man hurriedly leave his seat and run out of the door.

The old man stood behind Liu Qingming, tears filled his eyes, and his body trembled slightly. The waist that had stood up all his life also bowed down, and stood motionless behind Liu Qingming.

The old man is Zhao Xingjun's uncle, and now Zhao Zhixing, the helmsman of the Zhao clan in southern Yunnan. Zhao Zhixing and Zhao Yiyi brothers, when they were young, joined the special system, performed many difficult and dangerous tasks, and made countless contributions. Later, because of the accidental death of his comrade-in-arms, he lost control of his emotions under grief, did something that violated discipline, and was forced to quit and resign from public office. His brother Zhao Heyi once married Liu Qingming's adopted daughter. Although Zhao Zhixing has long been free, he still contributes his few efforts to this nation, and for decades, he has been sitting in Banna, turning his hands into clouds and covering his hands into rain in the place of fetters in the south, shocking the entire Indochina Peninsula, vowing to isolate the chaos 300 kilometers away from the national border.

The service staff who passed by here were all taken aback. They also don't know if the young man sitting here is an entourage of these guests who have come today, or if he is a temporary worker. The most worthless fish in this pond are more than millions, and the most expensive Loulan koi is worth more than 20 million. A slight slip-up, no one can afford to pay for it. What's more, this is the place where the old man usually basks in the sun, and no one dares to sit here at all. That fishing rod, except for the old man, no one else can touch it. They looked at the old man frozen there, but they didn't know if he was angry, or what? For a moment, everyone was silent.

I saw that the fish charm moved slightly, Liu Qingming retracted the rod upward, and saw that the hook was still empty, except for those bait, the fish did not bite the hook at all.

"This bait is not good, it's expired" Liu Qingming pulled the hook over, sniffed the bait, and frowned.

"The subordinates don't care, they probably forgot to change," Zhao Zhixing bowed next to him and said.

"Old man, what are you doing here, the guests are in a hurry" A middle-aged man trotted out from inside, and when he saw Zhao Zhixing, he said to him with an anxious face.

"Let them go, the food has been eaten, the wine has been drunk, it is time to go," Zhao Zhixing said to the middle-aged man.

"Old man, you ......," the middle-aged man said anxiously to Zhao Zhixing.

"Fuck off"

Zhao Zhixing looked at the middle-aged man as if he still had no eyes, and his brows suddenly furrowed.

The middle-aged man was so frightened that his body trembled, and he subconsciously wanted to retreat. But he didn't dare to leave, and his face showed embarrassment. Today, in addition to the provincial leaders, the consuls of several countries in Central and South China also came, and even the most powerful warlords in the south also sent people over. The ones who came were all big people who could make up their minds. People came to celebrate their birthdays with good intentions, and they blew them away before the meal was finished? The old man is getting older, and his temperament is becoming more and more perverse, and many people suspect that the old man has Alzheimer's. They don't know what's going on. However, the old man can't do it at such a time when he is sick, otherwise, the ghost will know that it will cause trouble.

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