After speaking, he stood up and led Qiu Peng to the back hall, through a dark corridor guarded by the gangsters, to a room. The room was quite large, with a table and a few chairs, a rudimentary uáng. The surrounding walls are lined with weapons, armor, and even a giant skull with a strange shape. It looks like it should be Song Siming's study--reception room.

Song Siming invited Qiu Peng to take a seat. Qiu Peng looked at the surrounding furnishings with great interest, and slowly walked along the wall in the room.

Song Siming had no choice but to accompany Qiu Peng to look all the way. But the taste in my heart is quite complicated. A little annoyed, a little relaxed, a little awe, a little bit of jealousy.

The annoyance was because Qiu Peng had seen through and broken his own arrangement - this point he only remembered now. Relaxation will be relaxation after the tension just now. But what about awe? It was because Song Siming suddenly thought that Qiu Peng quietly and easily grasped the initiative, and that kind of technique and momentum that was in danger and calm, and was under control, was as if it were the layout of combat techniques on the battlefield.

What would this style of work look like on the battlefield? Song Siming could not speculate, but he faintly felt that if they met on the battlefield, he would probably not be Qiu Peng's opponent. This hint of awe must have come from this.

As for jealousy, the strange thing is that Song Siming is not jealous of Qiu Peng's luck than himself, nor Qiu Peng's martial arts and strategy, but Qiu Peng's youth.

"This spear. Qiu Peng's voice suddenly came, waking up Song Siming who was in a trance.

Song Siming turned his head to look and saw Qiu Peng holding a spear in his hand, making a posture of false stabbing, and said: "It looks very ordinary, and it is the most inconspicuous one in the helmsman's collection." I don't know why the helmsman is so blind to it and puts it in the most conspicuous position?"

Song Siming took the spear and stroked it for a long time, the wood of the barrel of the spear had turned black, and it looked like it had been a long time, Song Siming said with emotion: "This spear was the first weapon I used when I joined the Féi City Army twenty years ago. ”

Qiu Peng nodded knowingly and said, "I see." There must be a lot of stories on this gun. Thinking about this room full of jīng good equipment, in the heart of the helmsman, it is not as good as this spear. ”

Song Siming smiled and said, "My lord is smiling." Twenty years ago, I joined the army as a graduate of the first class of Lingyun Pavilion. Because I came from a civilian background, I could only be a low-level apprentice, even though my classmates who graduated at the same time were all leaders at all levels. That's the gun that was in use at the time. At that time, it was the third Weige War against the invasion of the virtual technology company, and the Tang where I was encountered by the Tianyu team of the virtual technology company, and the Jī team fought for several days, and finally the entire Tang team lost more than half, but finally succeeded in dragging the Tianyu team in the jungle west of Tongzhou, so that it could not rush into the Great Plains and missed the opportunity to Armageddon. ”

"In that battle," Song Siming was immersed in remembrance, "I used this spear to kill more than a dozen Jīngying of the Tianyu Clan. Later, the barrel of the gun broke, and the tip of the gun was damaged, and all you see is what it looks like after it has been repaired by a skilled craftsman many years later. ”

Qiu Peng listened to Song Siming's narration, but what he felt was Song Siming's nostalgia for the glory of the past.

"It turns out that in everyone's heart, there are the most glorious moments of their lives. may be just a fragment, but it can support a lifetime of nostalgia. ”

Song Siming continued: "In this Weige War, I participated in more than a dozen major battles before and after, and I was promoted to the hall master of the Thunder Fire Hall. He became the youngest officer at the level of hall master at that time. ”

Song Siming said proudly, but Qiu Peng thought of another question, Song Siming was undoubtedly extremely outstanding in this war. Otherwise it wouldn't have been promoted so quickly.

But nearly 20 years after the war, he was only promoted by half a level, that is, he was promoted from the master of the Thunder Fire Hall to the deputy helmsman of the Féi City Army, such a slow upgrade, in the Lingyun Pavilion on seniority, it is really rare to stay up for time to upgrade in the cabinet, the only explanation is that he was too showy back then, offended too many people, and was not tactful enough to deal with the complex situation, so he was unfortunate in the past 20 years.

Qiu Peng looked at the spear in Song Siming's hand for a long time, and said: "Lingyun Pavilion has been peaceful for twenty years, although there have been continuous wars on the eastern and western fronts, but it has not endangered the cabinet and Féi City, so it has never been able to use the Féi City Army to fight. Lord Song has been idle for 20 years, so he must have the feeling of resurrection. Twenty years of peace is a blessing for ordinary people, but for the helmsman, it is just a waste of ambition. ”

Qiu Peng took the spear in Song Siming's hand, examined the lines on the gun, and said: "If Lingyun Pavilion is in an era of crisis, with the helmsman's art of war, he can get ahead, stand out from many mediocre people, and become a lifelong achievement, but unfortunately he was born at the wrong time, so he had to let the vertical son bully, and his ambition was difficult to stretch, which is really emotional." ”

Song Siming shook his head and sighed, but he felt that Qiu Peng really said it in his heart.

Qiu Peng said: "The skills of people are different. The helmsman's skill lies in leading the troops to fight and marching in formation, but he will not be like those iǎ people who are like those iǎ people to meet the horse and climb the frame, so if you are in the critical situation of Lingyun Pavilion, you can become the pillar of the pavilion, but when you are peaceful, you are blinded by the iǎ people, and you have to have the feeling of the end of the hero. ”

Speaking of this, Qiu Peng said in an accentuated tone: "However, a heroic figure like Song Duo Lord, who has strategy and integrity, is exactly what Zixuan admires the most in his life. ”

Song Siming felt that Qiu Peng seemed to have said everything in his heart, all these years of depression and injustice, no one has ever known, at this moment there are people who fully understand, Song Siming felt that his blood was surging at the moment, his heart was moving, and he stayed for a long time, Fang said: "Brother Li, you know me." ”

This is quite a confidant.

If you say this to another person, it may not have such an effect, mainly because Song Siming knows that Qiu Peng is also a famous general, and no one dares to look at it when he becomes famous in the first battle of Sunset Mountain. What's more, Song Siming still admires Qiu Peng a little in his heart, so such a person's respect and understanding can give people a feeling of sympathy.

Qiu Peng nodded, but put the gun back in its place, turned around and sat back on the chair, sighed, and said, "But the helmsman had the opportunity to be promoted to the helmsman, and now it is a pity to miss the opportunity." ”

Song Siming nodded and said, "I know." If it weren't for the eldest prince and them to get in the way, the second prince would have fought for me for the position of helmsman. ”

Qiu Peng shook his head and was silent, with a disapproving look on his face.

Song Siming said curiously: "Isn't what I said wrong?"

Qiu Peng shook his head and smiled.

This made Song Siming's heart itch even more, and Song Siming asked eagerly: "Brother Li, why don't you speak up?"

Qiu Peng said: "Speaking out, I'm afraid that the helmsman won't believe it, and Zixuan is just acting in vain." ”

Song Siming said earnestly: "Brother Li, you and I hit it off at first sight, what can't you say, my brother is dozens of years old, don't you know, Brother Li's words, I, Song Siming, will never have the slightest doubt." ”

Qiu Peng reluctantly said: "The helmsman really thinks that he can't be promoted to the chief helmsman, the main reason is the obstruction of the eldest prince?"

Song Siming said suspiciously: "Isn't it? Every time the second prince sued me for mentioning yì, it was only because the eldest prince and his gang opposed it before giving up." Could it be that the second son"

Qiu Peng smiled and said, "Lord Song Helm, it's not that my brother is arrogant, when it comes to the secrets in the pavilion, you may not know as much. ”

Song Siming nodded and said, "That's it." Brother Li is a celebrity who is a close confidant in front of the cabinet master, and he is naturally much stronger than his brother. ”

Qiu Peng did not deny it, and said: "On the surface, the truth is indeed as the second prince said, every time the second prince appoints the chief helmsman, the eldest prince's side will oppose it. But the fundamental problem is not in the eldest prince, but in the pavilion master. ”

"Pavilion Master?" Song Siming pondered the meaning of Qiu Peng's words.

Qiu Peng continued: "Exactly. You think, the eldest prince will protest again, but the power to make the decision is still with the pavilion master. Isn't this appointment a matter of the Pavilion Master's words?"

Song Siming asked with some míuò: "Why is the pavilion master there?"

(To be continued, please visit wèn for the latest chapter.)