Chapter Seventy-Nine: Who Am I (1)

Seiunso.

Azhu held an umbrella and walked to the door of Qingyunzhuang.

Deng Baichuan and A Bi were at the door and immediately greeted them.

Abi asked, "Where's Miss Cousin?"

Deng Baichuan also asked, "What did Miss Biao say?"

There is no need to ask in the previous sentence, Azhu came back alone, which proves that Miss Biao will not come, Azhu said: "Miss Biao asked me to hand over the box to Childe." ”

The box, a box as black as graphite, is shiny and has various textures on it.

Deng Baichuan looked at the box for a long time and sighed: "Let's see the son first!"

He is wearing a yellow shirt, a crown with a head, a jade waist and a hanging sword.

Murong Fu sat on a mahogany chair, holding the sword that had been drawn from its scabbard in one hand, and wiping it with one hand. The fresh and handsome face is calm and calm, like a pool of stagnant water.

The sword flickered with a cold light, especially when the rain had not stopped and the sky was cloudy, the light was even stronger.

The people had already come in, Murong Fu put down his sword and looked at the three people who walked in.

He didn't need to ask, the expressions of the three of them had already explained everything.

"What's the matter?" Murong Fu skipped asking Wang Yuyan how it was, didn't want to ask or didn't want to ask, or was it because he already knew the answer?

Ah Zhu glanced at Deng Baichuan, handed the umbrella to Ah Bi, put the wooden box in front of Murong Fu, and said, "This is what Miss Biao wants me to give to my son." ”

Murong Fu nodded, waved his hand, and the three of them retreated.

Very delicate wooden box, Murong looked at the wooden box, and then opened it.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank sharply, his whole body shook violently, his ruddy face was suddenly as pale as paper, and his calm expression was like a storm hitting the surface of a lake, surging.

At this time, it is inconceivable for anyone to see this scene, Murong Fu rarely gets emotional, he knows how to restrain his emotions very well, but why can't Murong Fu restrain his emotions now?

What the hell is in the black box? Anyone who saw Murong Fu's expression couldn't help but be curious.

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Chaohua, Xishi, Luo Wentao, and Luo Wangsun have retired.

There are only two people in the study: Mo Dump Chi and Qiao Feng.

Twenty-year-old daughter red, rare good wine.

There were two altars in total, one altar was placed in front of several cases in the ink pouring pool, and one altar was placed in front of the table within Qiao Feng's reach, and neither of them was drinking, but just looked at each other.

Qiao Feng's eyes were calm and sharp, and Mo Tingchi's eyes were quiet and wise, a look that the two of them could rarely see in ordinary people.

I don't know how long it has been, the heavy rain outside has not yet been heard, and the rain is blown into the room by the wind along the open window, bringing a burst of coolness, and the sound of dripping sound in the quiet study.

Mo Dump Chi was the first to speak: "I need you to answer my two questions now, first, on the seventh night of the seventh month of the seventh month, in addition to my wife and you who broke into Wen Yi Longyuan that day? Second, you took the roster in my study?"

Qiao Feng nodded decisively, very directly: "The layout of Wen Yi Longyuan that day was too strange, so I broke in, and besides, I always suspected that you planned to lay out the beggar gang conference." ”

Mo Dump Chi smiled: "The roster is already in your hands, and now you should have reached the answer." ”

Qiao Feng said: "I have indeed gotten the answer, but I hope to get this answer from your mouth, not my speculation." ”

Mo poured out the pond and said, "Yes, but I have one condition. ”

Qiao Feng frowned and asked, "What conditions?"

Mo Dump Chi grabbed the mouth of the wine altar and said softly: "I don't want to drink alone, but I want to drink again." ”

Qiao Feng didn't speak, just glanced at the ink pool, slapped open the mud seal, and directly pushed the wine jar out, with great strength. Mo Tingchi smiled, and also pushed the wine jar out, and his demeanor was elegant.

The two exchanged wines, and then drank wine.

In one sip, Qiao Feng drank a third, and Mo poured a quarter of it.

The speed at which Mo Dump Chi drank was not slower than Qiao Feng's, and Mo Dump Chi drank less than Qiao Feng, so he put down the wine jar first, and when Qiao Feng put down the wine jar, Mo Dump Chi already had words in his mouth: "I did have a layout in the Beggar Gang Conference, and it was an impeccable layout, and you were all in my game at that time." ”

Qiao Feng held the wine jar and asked, "Why are you doing this?"

Mo poured the pond and said: "Famous." "Simple and straightforward.

Qiao Feng was puzzled: "You are not famous enough?"

Mo Tingchi nodded, "I'm indeed famous, but it's not enough, at least not enough for what I need to do right away." ”

Qiao Feng said, "What's the matter?"

Mo Tingchi said: "Look northwest, shoot the wolf." ”

Qiao Feng pondered for a moment and asked tentatively, "You just want to deal with Liaoguo?"

A sneer curled up at the corner of Mo Dumpchi's mouth, and the person had already stood up and said, "I don't care if I deal with the Great Liao, the Western Xia, or the Tubo, I only care if I can go down in history in the remaining seven years." ”

Qiao Feng didn't speak, but Mo Tianchi was silent for a while, but he continued to speak, he looked out the window with a helpless and cold look, and said in a very light tone: "If a person knows that his life is about to come to an end, then he will naturally do things that ordinary people can't understand, but they are very important to him. ”

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The woman behind the curtain had already stepped out of the curtain and revealed her true face.

Lilac long skirt, elegant and noble temperament, a glimpse of the sky, it is enough to make people forget to sleep and eat, reverie, and then take a look, there are few men in the world who do not worship this woman's pomegranate skirt.

The peony flower dies, and the phrase "being a ghost is also romantic" is the most perfect interpretation of this woman.

Wang Yuyan dragged her chin, raised her head, and said with a smile: "Beautiful." ”

The woman glanced at Wang Yuyan with disgust and said, "How can you be beautiful." ”

Wang Yuyan pursed her lips and chuckled, she no longer played the piano, but was fiddling with Go on the table.

"This game?" the woman asked, seeing a broken piece on the table.

Wang Yuyan smiled: "This is a game of chess I played with someone in Hanshan Temple. ”

The woman urged: "Someone's ink pouring pool?"

Wang Yuyan did not deny it, nor did she admit it: "His chess game is domineering, every son has a terrifying murderous arrogance, and I am elegant and leisurely, and in the end, the chess game has reached this point." ”

Women know chess, and once played chess with the world's first chess player in the past, no matter what they were. With a glance, the woman said, "Black or white?"

Wang Yuyan said: "White!" waited for a while, and then added: "The next hand is me." ”

The woman analyzed lightly: "The white character is only fifteen hands defeated." ”

Wang Yuyan didn't refute, nodded, not disappointed, but smiled happily: "I have already seen it." ”

The woman said: "This game should not be an endgame. ”

Wang Yuyan said: "Yes, it shouldn't be an endgame, but at least it's an endgame now." ”

The woman looked at the chess on the chess table, seemed to recall something, her eyes softened, and said, "Can you tell me the reason?"

Wang Yuyan said: "He left after he left that day, and said that he would go down next time, but I didn't go to Hanshan Temple at the appointed time." ”

The woman said, "Why?"

Wang Yuyan sighed: "Because I don't want to finish that game of chess with him." ”

The woman smiled, "Are you afraid of losing?"

Wang Yuyan ignored the woman's knowingly ridiculous question, she slowly stood up, looked down at the black and white chessboard on the table, and said softly: "I just don't want my fate with him to end so early." ”

The woman didn't speak, but her eyes were looking directly at Wang Yuyan.

Wang Yuyan took a deep breath, a jade face that rarely showed fluctuations revealed a touch of excitement at this moment, and a pair of eyes as bright as black gems shone even more, she sighed: "I didn't lose in the chessboard but lost outside the chessboard." ”

Let's say, Wang Yuyan pinched the white zi, gently looked at the blank space in the upper right corner of the chessboard, and threw it, and the chessboard was bright.

The black and white are evenly balanced.

The woman carefully observed the situation and found that the chess game, which had become a balance of power, had begun to reverse again, and Bai Zi would win.

The woman frowned, as if she didn't understand what Wang Yuyan meant.

Wang Yuyan stopped explaining and turned to look out the window.

Outside the window, the sound of wind, rain, thunder and lightning, her eyes passed through the window, and she seemed to have seen a mountain villa more than ten miles away, and said to herself: "The plan should start soon." ”

It is impossible for a woman to understand the meaning of Wang Yuyan's words just now, in fact, her words are obvious: she wins, he also wins! One wants to win inside the chessboard, and the other wants to win outside the chessboard.

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"You don't understand?" Mo Tingchi looked at Qiao Feng with a smile.

Qiao Feng nodded and said, "I understand a little." ”

Mo Dump Chi asked, "Can you talk about it?"

Qiao Feng said: "The Shaolin Beggar Gang is the Taishan Beidou in the world, if the prestige of the Shaolin Beggar Gang is not weakened, then you will never be able to lead the martial arts heroes." ”

Mo Tingchi nodded and said, "Not bad." ”

Qiao Feng said: "Therefore, you can only achieve your goal by suppressing Shaolin and the beggar gang, but you can't do this step alone, so you can only design a game, trap yourself in the game, and make the Shaolin beggar gang fooled, and finally break free from the game, anti-guest, use the Shaolin beggar gang to suppress your mistakes, and finally achieve your supreme reputation." ”

Mo Dump Chi clapped his hands and sighed: "Yes, this is exactly my purpose, for this plan I have been collecting information from Shaolin and the beggar gang, and finally I have found a breakthrough." ”

Qiao Feng said, "How long ago did you start planning?"

Mo Tingchi replied honestly: "When Gu Mozhi wants to challenge the Shaolin Temple, it will be in February. ”

Qiao Feng said again: "How did you find the flaw in the beggar gang?"

Mo Tingchi smiled slightly: "If people don't know unless they do it, it's just a pity that almost everything is in my control, but there is one thing that is not in my control?"

Qiao Feng stared at Mo Dumping Chi with a relaxed expression, and asked, "But my sudden appearance?"

Mo Tianchi smiled and sighed: "Your appearance is indeed not under my control, but the bureau has been completed, and your appearance in Wenyi Longyuan is nothing! ”

"Who?"

"Chen Guyan!"

Qiao Feng was slightly stunned, and then showed a look of course, and said, "Although Elder Chen Guyan is arrogant and the city is gloomy, I believe that he will definitely not do anything to betray the beggar gang and betray the Great Song Dynasty. ”

Mo poured the pond and said: "But the evidence is ironclad, he did it, and he did more than one." Mo Dumping Chi held the wine jar and couldn't help but want to drink.

Qiao Feng carefully looked at Mo Dump Chi's every move, he found that when Ink Dump Chi mentioned Chen Guyan, a trace of bitterness always flashed between his eyebrows, he didn't speak, just looked at Ink Tilt Chi calmly.

Mo Dumping Chi took a sip of wine and asked, "Do you know why Chen Guyan is willing to betray the Great Song Dynasty?"

Qiao Feng said: "Why?" he never understood.

Mo Tingchi sighed: "Because of one of my promises. ”

Qiao Feng said: "What promise?"

Mo Tingchi sighed: "The world is peaceful. ”

Qiao Feng stood up, the momentum on his body was like an overwhelming sea of ink pouring pools, and his eyes burst with a chilling murderous intent.

Outside the house, the wind was blowing, the rain was falling more rapidly, and the thunder in the sky was louder, as if to indicate that this rare battle in martial arts was coming.