Chu Zhongcheng looked at Sikong Gu for a while, and Sikong Gu did not take the pair of eyes that were as clear as water, but so calm that they did not take any waves off Chu Zhongcheng. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Chu Zhongcheng suddenly laughed, but he forgot about the new injury on his nose, this grin, the bridge of his nose hurt again, and he hurriedly stopped laughing, but the expression on his face became extremely embarrassed.

"Meng Yuan, the people in the rivers and lakes think that you have gained a place in the rivers and lakes just by relying on money, and those who know a little about the situation in Jiangning are also praising the Chu family for their generosity. But don't you already know this?" Chu Zhongcheng said as he inhaled in pain.

Sikong Gu nodded lightly: "They don't know that my rebuilt 'Sikong Mansion' title deed will be in the hands of the Chu family, and they wouldn't have thought that most of the Jianghu people who have defected to me now are not looking at this empty shelf with a grass platform, but they will also feel that those heroes who flock to the rivers and lakes have a good eye." ”

"That's why I don't understand, Meng Yuan, what are you thinking. ”

"Kill Yang Feiqiu, let Yang Feiqiu also taste what it's like to lose everything. ”

When the words were spoken, Sikong Gu did not show a trace of disobedience on his face, and the bright and clear eyes of the two sides were full of anger in an instant.

Even Chu Zhongcheng, who thought he was good at observing words and feelings, did not have the slightest doubt about the sincerity of Sikong Gu's anger at this moment, after all, Chu Zhongcheng would not have thought that someone would train his emotions day after day, year after year, and then when he mentioned something or something, it would burst out in an instant, as fast as a torrent.

Sikong Gu is an outlier, Chu Zhongcheng has already seen this, but he didn't expect that among the outliers, there is something that cannot be classified as a Jianghu person, or a "person".

This kind of thing is a shell.

A body without emotion, or a self-confessed emotionless, loses the reason to live after the only desire to survive is satisfied, and finally has to make a promise as the only goal. He was given a name, although half of the name was chosen by himself.

"Sikong Lonely. ”

The reason why he chose the name "Lonely", he has forgotten the reason, but he still remembers to persevere.

All the efforts and some cultivation in the past ten years are just for a promise to that old man, if he gives up, then what is he going to live for?

I once thought that being a beggar would eventually be able to get ahead, be looked down upon by people, and be able to eat well...... These wishes become easy in the blink of an eye.

What can he pursue? In the rivers and lakes, as a "Sikong Gu", he can also avenge the Sikong family, although the real murderer who killed the last bit of blood of the Sikong family is himself, but none of this is important.

"The real murderer is the gods, and it is the sun and the autumn. ”

The old man left behind countless pieces of evidence, and although he could not stand up to any scrutiny, how many people in the rivers and lakes would think deeply about these things that had nothing to do with him? No matter how forceful and reasonable the argument from the murderer's mouth was, how much color did it have in the eyes of his enemies?

There are always people in the rivers and lakes who paint colorful colors like a dye shop, divide a person, a group of people into black, white and gray, and then apply various colors to him or among them. In the end, there is white in black, black in white, and when you look at it from a distance, where black and white overlap, it is gray. Add colorful benevolence, trustworthiness, loyalty...... Dotted with such colorful colors, this painting is brilliant, but in his eyes, it is a little disgusting.

So he learned to turn a blind eye to all these colors.

The origin of those colors is just a living person.

But he didn't know that this method of observation had allowed him to draw a line with them. He was able to see more clearly, and with his not-so-dull mind, many questions had an answer.

But he couldn't read himself.

"Kill Yang Feiqiu, let Yang Feiqiu also taste what it's like to lose everything. ”

When these words came out of his mouth, the look of righteous indignation and hatred to the bone would feel extremely real to anyone who saw it. But he knew very well that if he stood in front of the bronze mirror, his eyes were just a face, and that face had no color, just like anyone else.

"Is it hatred?" Seeing the colors on his face, Chu Zhongcheng, who was confused by the colors, sighed lightly, "Obviously, you can develop and grow in the cracks, as long as you insert this nail into Jiangning, we and the Situ family will win you over, not to mention Meng Yuan, the ten thousand pieces of furniture in your hands, just with your brain, I'm afraid we all have to treat you as the second threat." ”

Chu Zhongcheng paused, just because the anger on Sikong Gu's face disappeared in an instant, and in the face of Sikong Gu's half-suspicious and half-smiling expression, Chu Zhongcheng said: "The Situ family was destroyed, and the Jiangbei Shenmen was broken in it, and the loss was not small, but it did not hurt the muscles and bones. My Chu family has become the number one force in Jiangzuo, which is not a good thing for the Jiangnan League that wants to unify Jiangnan, although they took advantage of the Shenmen to rectify the Jiangnan forces and raided Hangzhou, but Jiangning is located in the heart of Jiangnan, and it should be impossible for them to turn a blind eye. Kunlun Shaolin didn't have any investment in Jiangning, so naturally there would be no loss...... Meng Yuan gave me such a big favor from the Chu family this time, and now he is willing to be attached to it, if there is no weirdness in it, it can't be said, right?"

"Tianshun, why did you say that Shenmen was able to make Jiangbei Wulin return to his heart in just twenty years?"

Sikong Gu's question did not stump Chu Zhongcheng, who was only seventeen years old, Chu Zhongcheng smiled slightly and replied: "Sow discord, break them one by one, after the family is dominant, many forces have to return to their hearts." This is domineering, Lu Canghai and Yang Feiqiu are both believers in this way. ”

"Then why can't Jiangnan Wulin Yang Feiqiu get involved?"

"There are many forces from all sides in Jiangnan, and Yang Feiqiu can't spare his hands to break them one by one for a while, so it is worth secretly cultivating forces, winning over Jiangnan martial arts, and raising the nail that Yang Feiqiu hammered into when this kind of sect is raised...... Before the appearance of the Jiangnan League, the Jiangnan martial arts were a plate of loose sand, and after the Jiangnan League appeared, this pile of sand gathered together and pretended that they were a stone...... Meng Yuan, what are you laughing at?"

Sikong Gu smiled back and explained, "But Jiangnan League is not a pile of sand. Tianshun you should also know that a pile of clay has to be burned and dried by fire before it can become hard. ”

"Pottery is fragile. ”

"So it seems that the clay to be made of pottery needs to be screened, as long as you are willing to leave the iron sand in these clays, then what is refined is still pottery? ”

"I see, that's ......" Chu Zhongcheng looked like he suddenly realized, but in Sikong Gu's opinion, Chu Zhongcheng's reaction was really a bit exaggerated.

Chu Zhongcheng should have thought of this a long time ago, with his brain, when Sikong Gu said "Jiangnan League is not a pile of sand", Chu Zhongcheng's eyebrows and feet trembled slightly, and it already explained everything.

Therefore, the biggest winner in Jiangning's battle turned out to be Li Fu, a little old man. Chu Zhongcheng stared at Sikong Gu, as if he wanted to shoot through Sikong Gu's whole person. "Then Situ Song must die, if Situ Song flees to Jiangbei...... For us, it may be a catastrophe. (To be continued.) )