Chapter 21: The Hand of God

On July 12, Shangguan Jinhong and Jing Wuming left the Money Gang, and the internal affairs of the Money Gang were temporarily managed by Zhuge Gang and Xiang Song, and they needed to tell their wife Lin Xian'er about everything. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

And Lin Xian'er, who became the biggest person in charge of the Money Gang, did not shirk or say anything, she naturally took over the highest position of power in the Money Gang.

On the way, Jing Wuming asked his doubts, "Do you believe him?"

Shangguan Jinhong did not hesitate and said, "Her ability to command the money gang is more than enough, so I just need to trust her." ”

Jing Wuming's voice was still cold, and he said, "So you believe her?"

Shangguan Jinhong said: "Yes, I believe her. ”

Jing Wuming didn't speak, since Shangguan Jinhong believed in her, what else did he have to say? Shangguan Jinhong didn't continue to say in this regard, he looked at Jing Wuming and said with deep meaning: "I believe that you are the same as me, you believe in her more than you believe in Zhuge Gang and Xiang Song, who are worthy of trust." ”

Jing Wuming was silent.

Shangguan Jinhong didn't speak anymore, he took a deep look at the Qian Gang who was getting farther and farther behind him, turned around and walked into the sedan chair, and walked towards Cangshan.

Where there is a life-killing swordsman Jing Wusheng, there may not be Shangguan Jinhong, but where there is Shangguan Jinhong, there must be a life-killing swordsman Jing Wulife. This is already the consensus of all the people in the rivers and lakes, and everyone thinks that Jing Wuming can betray anyone in the world, but he will definitely not turn his back on Shangguan Jinhong.

As for what the reason is? Only Shangguan Jinhong and Jing Wuming themselves know, but the two of them will never tell this reason, never.

Some things sound like a fantasy, but in fact there are traces to follow, such as the matter of Mo Dumping Chi and the little old man Wu Ming, in Lu Xiaofeng's eyes, it sounds like these two people can't be enemies anyway, but he looked at the little old man's unprecedented solemn look, and he couldn't help but believe it.

But how could he believe that Mo Dump Chi had defeated this incredible genius forty years ago? he didn't know how he should believe it, but he could see that the little old man was not lying, wasn't this a very strange thing?

There is always an answer to any strange thing, but sometimes people can't find that thread, and once they find the thread that pulls everything, the answer will naturally appear.

It's just that Lu Xiaofeng couldn't find the answer, because the little old man said: "If I wanted to be fifteen years old, I would be famous all over the world, and I was actually ready to be famous at that time, but unfortunately I met someone, so I lost." ”

"That person is Mo Dump Chi?" Lu Xiaofeng asked.

The little old man said: "Yes, that person is Mo Dump Chi, and that is the only time in my life that I have been defeated." ”

Lu Xiaofeng smiled bitterly, he looked at the little old man and said, "Why are you sure that the current Ink Dumping Pool is the Ink Dumping Pool that fought with you forty years ago?"

The little old man said firmly: "One person may be able to change everything about him, but there is one thing that cannot be changed, that is, his sword, there will definitely be no second person in heaven and earth who can use his kind of swordsmanship." ”

Lu Xiaofeng said again: "Don't you know that the current Mo Dump Pool is only in his early twenties?"

The little old man said, "I know, but he is what I want to find." ”

What else can Lu Xiaofeng say at this moment? He can see that the little old man in front of him is a person who is difficult to change his mind, and his mind has been decided, what can he do to change all this? Now he really wants to leave this island as soon as possible, and then go to see Mo Dumping Pond and ask what is going on here.

Mo Dump Chi understood that he had an opponent, an opponent he had never met but was destined to fight since he came into this world, he didn't know the name of this person, let alone the age of this person, he only knew that this person would definitely fight him.

He didn't know about this matter for a long time, to be precise, he only knew when he saw the main god after recovering his memory, he only knew that this person was the opponent arranged by the main god for him, a super terrible opponent, he didn't say anything, he was willing to accept this arrangement, but he also made the main god pay the corresponding price.

Whoever does something wrong will pay the price, even the Lord God. If the Lord God personally interferes with the affairs of this world, then he must pay the price, which is a divine contract signed between him and the Lord God in the name of the Most High God.

No one or God can break this covenant.

He didn't know who the opponent the Lord God had arranged for him, he only knew that the Lord God had challenged this person in his name, and this person had been searching for the way of the sword for decades, and the purpose was to challenge him with the sword in his hand.

Therefore, this is definitely a very terrible swordsman, but the most terrible thing in the world for a swordsman is not a terrible opponent, but the peak loneliness and no opponent, so to a certain extent, he is not disgusted with the arrangement of the main god, and even a little grateful.

On the 15th of August, he not only hoped to see Dugu, the only opponent in the eyes of the world's number one swordsman Xue Yiren, but also hoped to have a sharp edge with the terrifying swordsman arranged by the main god.

-- Whether he won or lost this battle, whether he lived or died, was no longer important to him, and he no longer thought about it, he only had one thing on his mind: draw his sword.

What could be more interesting to a swordsman than meeting a swordsman who makes you draw your sword?

Changan.

Chang'an has Sima Chaoqun, so naturally Zhuo Dong comes.

Neither Sima Chaoqun nor Zhuo Donglai knows, they don't know when they have become an inseparable whole, Sima Chaoqun can't do without Zhuo Donglai, and Zhuo Donglai can't do without Sima Chaoqun.

In the crystal bottle is the Western Regions grape wine, Sima Chaoqun sat on Zhuo Donglai's favorite Hu chair, drinking Zhuo Donglai's favorite Western Regions wine, he gently knocked on the Hu chair made of rosewood, and sighed softly: "Do you know that these days I have always wanted to go to Luoyang to see the ink pool." ”

Zhuo Donglai was drinking, he didn't even look at Sima Chaoqun, and said, "You want to ask him why there is no Sima Chaoqun among these twenty-seven people?"

Sima Chaoqun nodded and said, "Yes, I do want to ask." ”

Zhuo Donglai said: "You should know that you shouldn't have asked, this is a very stupid question. ”

Sima Chaoqun: "Yes, this is a very stupid question, but since a stupid question is a question, it should always be asked, even if I know that this question should not be asked." ”

Zhuo Donglai put down the crystal cup, slowly stood up, and said lightly: "I know that you are very confident and even conceited about your martial arts attainments, but you are definitely not worthy of being the opponent of the Ink Dumping Pool, at least in my opinion, you are definitely inferior to the Ink Dumping Pool." ”

Sima Chaoqun smiled, he was not angry, but laughed, he also stood up and looked at Zhuo Donglai: "Which point?"

Zhuo Donglai said: "You are Sima Chaoqun of the Great Dart Bureau, and the Ink Dumping Pool is just the Ink Dumping Pond of the Ink Dumping Pool? You are inferior to him at this point, and it is precisely because you are inferior to him that we did not put you on the list." ”

Sima Chaoqun stood in place, and after a while, he raised the crystal cup in his hand, drank the wine in the cup, and sighed lightly: "Yes, I am indeed inferior to him in this regard, but I still want to see him, I want to ask him if there is no ink pouring pool on the rivers and lakes after this battle?"

Zhuo Donglai's tone was still cold, and he said: "Yes, there is no ink pouring pool in the world, and maybe there are no Bai Yujing, Ximen Fuxue, Xie Xiaofeng, Ye Gucheng, Xue Yiren, Gongzi Yu, Yimei Daoren, Bashan Gu Daoren and others." ”

Sima Chaoqun smiled bitterly, "It seems that the cruelty of this Cangshan covenant is beyond my imagination. ”

Zhuo Donglai didn't answer this, he didn't know, so he couldn't answer. In his opinion, there have been too many variables in this Cangshan covenant so far, Ouyang Qingfeng is dead, and he is still dead at the hands of an unknown Jianghu person.

He has been checking on that person these days, but there is no news about that person, he only knows that after that person killed Ouyang Qingfeng, he had met with Bai Yujing, the master of the Immortal Sword, and on that side, Bai Yujing defeated that person, but that person was not defeated.

Now he wanted to find Bai Yujing, ask about the situation at that time, and ask about that person's information, but unfortunately Bai Yujing also disappeared.

Once some people disappear, no matter how much manpower, material and financial resources you spend, you don't want to find out a little bit of information, Bai Yujing is such a person.

Fortunately, there is one thing that makes him feel a little gratified, although Bai Yujing disappeared the nameless young man, he did not disappear, the person's information is still all under his control, these days after secretly inquiring, he already knows the name of the nameless young man, Gong Jiu is a very ordinary name, he has thought, is this Gong Jiu really Gong Jiu's name? But he didn't think too much, he only ordered his subordinates to continue to inquire about this person's news, and everything needed to be told to him.

......

There wasn't much he could do for Ink Dump Pond right now, so he wanted to be the best at these few things, and although he knew that Ink Dump Pool had never asked him, he didn't want Ink Tilt to be dissatisfied in the slightest.

In his opinion, this is what he poured in front of him, and it is also what Sima Chaoqun owes to him, so he has to pay it back, no matter what.

On July 13, Zhuo Donglai received a message.

Now there are very few things in the dart bureau that he still needs to deal with personally, he has cultivated a lot of shrewd and capable subordinates, and those people are enough to help him deal with many things that he didn't need to do, but he can't help but deal with this matter, and no one dares to handle it for him.

This is about Gong Jiu, he once ordered, but everything about Gong Jiu must be reported to him in detail.

Therefore, even if he got the news in the middle of the night, his subordinates did not dare to delay it, and immediately reported it to Zhuo Donglai.

The news was sent by carrier pigeons, and then passed to Zhuo Donglai's hands, with only a very simple line: On July 12, Gong Jiu and Tang Ao, the eldest young master of the Tang family, agreed to fight in the Chengnan Mountain Temple, but Gong Jiu did not arrive after the appointment.

This should have been very brief and ordinary news, but Zhuo Donglai's face had changed color, as if something terrible had happened. (To be continued.) )