Chu Tao didn't seem to care about Jiang Ye's accusations at all, and he didn't even pay attention to the protests of the heroes, and waved his big hand and smiled to make his debut: "If Jiang Ye feels that he can afford this responsibility, he can take the seal on the table." ”

The crowd was stunned. The atmosphere froze on the spot.

Jiang Ye poked behind Chu Tao stupidly. His eyes were stunned and empty. Maybe that seal was what he longed for day and night. The golden seal was displayed on the table in a grand manner, no more than five steps away from him, and the dazzling brilliance was like a fantasy in a brilliant light. Really, Chu Tao was willing to give him the pinnacle of martial arts power on the south bank? He was almost about to stretch out his hand.

But he's not stupid. The sudden scolding made him seem to fall from the clouds: "Jiang Qi, what are you doing? Why don't you stop the head of Chu? Do you really think that the golden seal of Lao Shizi can smash Jiang Shaoyun to death?" The scolding came from the head of the Yuliu Fist Sect with gray temples and his friend for many years. Jiang Qi, heh, I'm afraid that only this person dares to call him like this.

The middle-aged man who had been standing near Jiang Ye spoke: "Master Chu, Lao Xu, let me say something fair: Jiang Ye has never offended, why do you want to trap Jiang Ye in injustice with this move?"

Chu Tao swept his eyebrows lightly, smiled at him and said, "How could I have harmed him? If there is a capable person who is willing to take on this burden, Chu is willing to be a pawn. Mofil and the others are afraid that I will retaliate afterwards?"

The crowd was silent for a moment. Until Jiang Ye smiled bitterly and took the golden seal on the table and stuffed it back into Chu Tao's hand. It should never belong to him. Today's scene seems to be a warning from Chu Tao on purpose. If he dares to act recklessly and restrain him secretly, the fiery gaze of the rangers will be enough to kill him. What's more, asking him to lead the south bank to deal with Jiang Shaoyun is tantamount to sending himself into the tiger's mouth. Helpless, hehe smiled: "Jiang Mou's words are not disrespectful, where he is offended, the head of Chu should not hold grudges." In terms of martial arts, family background, and prestige, which one on the south bank can match the head of Chu? In this eventful autumn on the south bank, the head of Chu must not give up, so that the heroes do not know how to deal with themselves!

"Eventful ......" Chu Tao fiddled with the golden seals that seemed to everyone to be hot, and sighed in a low voice, "You really don't want to let me retreat?"

Everyone was silent. In fact, no one would allow him to leave Blackstone Cliff - for more than a decade, everyone had become accustomed to his voice and his coordination. Suddenly replaced by someone else, the balance that has been established with great difficulty will inevitably be broken, and perhaps the south bank will immediately return to the way it used to be, and no one will obey anyone.

Chu Tao glanced at everyone and sighed silently: "Fighting with the north shore and Jiang Shaoyun is not for selfish interests. That is, he is the leader of the South Shore Alliance, and he should do his best for the South Bank. Today, Jiang Shaoyun is entangled with the evil people, dominates one side, kills wantonly, and is unreasonable. If you are still willing to believe in me and fight with me, Chu is grateful. ”

"Only the order of the head of Chu is obeyed!" the rangers took the lead in shouting, and the heads of various factions also responded loudly. Together with Jiang Ye, there was no other dissent. It seems that even Chu Tao himself didn't expect that there would be so many people who were willing to give up their lives for him.

"Even if it was an eventful autumn, Chu would no longer push back, but there were still a few words, from the bottom of my heart, to inform you. First, to seek great things, relying on the efforts of all colleagues can ensure the temporary peace of the south coast. In the past, the old accounts were written off, and after today, if there is a private constraint, the world will punish it!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was quite excited, and it seemed that as long as Chu Tao said a word, he could suppress the plan of the white-clothed holy envoy in the shadows. It seems that it is so easy to ignite hope.

"Second," Chu Tao looked around, and he really couldn't bear to let that hopeful face disappoint again. He said word by word: "Life is at stake, Chu should swear this, and all the heroes will witness: if you fail, you should apologize for your sins with death, and you will never live; If you violate this oath, the heavens will not tolerate it!"

His pale face reflected his blazing gaze even more, it was a resoluteness that was never blurred in any wine-colored lamplight, and it was a sharpness that never faded under the shadow of any sword and sword.

Everyone looked at him with some sadness, they really didn't understand, he had young and merry capital, and he had a strong and solid family background, why did he gamble all his reputation and even his life for a dying Jiang Shaoyun? Maybe this is Chu Tao.

"Does Master Chu have any intentions?" There were still rangers whispering, and they didn't want to be known, but they were heard very clearly in the silent hall.

This is also the question in Jiang Ye's heart. I thought that today was just a show, but it doesn't seem to be the case.

"Really. Chu Tao just smiled faintly. Only he himself knows, maybe after this battle, there will be no Chu Tao in the world, and he can't say for sure.

The scholars in the Ning Xiang Pavilion sat silently in the corner, taking in the entire rivers and lakes. He held the cup and smiled lightly and saluted Chu Tao. Then there is Yan Hong, the swordsmen of the Feather Sword Sect, the rangers, and everyone here, who understands him or not. Including Jiang Ye. The amber luster shines brightly, reflecting a brilliant landscape.

Chu Tao raised his eyebrows slightly, raised the corners of his mouth indifferently, and raised his glass to everyone to return the salute. Then, without saying a word.

sang all night, but I didn't know whether it was joy or sorrow.

On the carriage back home, Liu Siren and Chu Tao sat opposite each other, neither of them saying a word. Outside the carriage, Zhao Darttou and several swordsmen who accompanied him laughed while they were drinking: "The young master of our family is so majestic today, look at Jiang Qi's old thing!"

"Even if he doesn't weigh his own pounds!"

"The young master's move to retreat is really wonderful, neither need to speak badly to each other, nor do you need to be rude, just let the old guy know the difficulty and retreat, this ability, this aura!"

"If you want to say that on the south bank, with the courage of the young master, can you still help Jiang Shaoyun's old bones?"

Chu Tao raised his slightly tired eyes and glanced at Liu Siren. The latter immediately got out of the car. I listened to a few whispers outside the car window, and then there was silence.

The long night, the quiet moon, only listen to the loneliness of the wheels rolling over the stone road.

"What do you think of the seniors?" Chu Tao sat in the white sky, closed his eyes, and the plain moonlight reflected his paleness.

"It's cold in the heights. Liu Siren shook his head slightly and smiled lightly.

Chu Tao also smiled, and there was a little helplessness in his smile: "I didn't deliberately anger him, really, he didn't dare to have such ambitions." There are huge rivers and lakes, but there is no couch for me to sleep peacefully. If he succeeds one day, I am afraid that he will not know where to retreat!"

Liu Siren suddenly remembered that he and Wang Hong and others had persuaded Chu Tao to rest for three years and five years, and at this time, he felt quite ridiculous. Even the Feather Chasing Sword Sect would not let him stop. Although he says that he wants to be a pure idler every day, when will he really let go of the rivers and lakes on the south bank?

The carriage carried them forward in silence, and the cold wind threw Chu Tao's question into the cold street, perhaps, no one could answer. The rivers and lakes, or war, or death, are destined to be so.

So even on the coldest night, the lights in the study are always on, and they never sleep.