Back Off, Let Me Come

The stronger the brave warrior, the more willful and powerful he is.

Gongyang Yongye was too lazy to wait for the enemy to respond, so he hurriedly gave instructions and disappeared without a trace. Luo San was so angry that he almost blew his beard and glared, and secretly cursed Gong Yang Yongye as a reckless and old man: "If I accidentally get captured and killed, I won't care. I can't afford to lose this person."

Luan Xin fell into his own world.

As soon as he came to his senses, he heard Luo Sancao complaining: "This man is very powerful, but he behaves in a disorganized and disorderly manner. Only Mr. Shen can tolerate him because of his magnanimity. If my soldiers..."

Luo San must loosen the opponent from skin to bone.

Luan Xin's allergies were almost healed, but he still looked a little depressed. The turbid atmosphere here made him feel uncomfortable from the bottom of his soul. He simply said a few words and went to rest and recuperate - the enemy intended to show off his power, so he would probably have to let it go. He stayed with him for a day and a half, and he didn't worry about delaying his business. When he woke up again, Luan Xin felt that his head was extremely heavy.

It felt like his neck was about to be broken.

It took a long time for him to feel better.

At this time, the sky outside the tent was as dark as ink, and the sounds of Luo San and Gong Yang Yongye talking in low voices could be vaguely heard outside the screen.

"...Xiang Laiqu was not imprisoned here...but the descendant of the Yuan family was...in danger and was almost discovered."

"I just said you are useless."

"Robert, if you have the ability, try it!"

The two of them argued in a low voice, and there was no conclusion until Luan Xin came out wearing a cloak. Seeing Luan Xin, Gongyang Yongye ended the useless argument and asked worriedly: "What's wrong with your face?"

He was too pale to look like a living person, and one could tell at a glance that he was empty both inside and outside.

It looked like he was seriously ill and was not recovering well.

Gongyang Yongye was startled when he thought of this. Wasn't Luan Xin just seriously ill? Robert, this barefoot quack is causing harm to people!

Dare to prescribe any medicine!

"Pass your hand over, I'll take a look at it again."

Luan Xin shouldn't be still so weak, what's wrong with the medicine?

Luo Sanxiao smiled: "You quack doctor is no better than me. When you prescribed the medicine, you said it would cure the disease. Now that you have tortured me, I feel even worse. If anything happens..."

It is true that there are specialties in surgery, but Gongyang Yongye specializes in andrology.

What strange rubella disease would he see?

Gongyang Yongye checked his pulse and found no problem. He asked Luan Xin if he felt no other discomfort except fatigue, and he felt relieved. Luan Xin straightened his sleeves and asked Gongyang Yongye what he had found during the day.

"As previously guessed, the central forces formed an alliance to eliminate hidden dangers, and the loss of the Kangguo enclave was exactly the result of their planning."

Luan Xin was a little numb to the word alliance.

"An alliance?"

It happens to be Kang Guo’s area of ​​expertise.

Gongyang Yongye was not optimistic, saying: "This situation is different from any previous ones and cannot be compared."

The Southwest Allied Forces are a group of countries in the southwest continent that have organized resistance. They are nominally a unit, but in fact they are fighting independently. Whether it is food, grass, or dispatch, each small individual has its own little idea. In the Dragon Slaughter Bureau, which was raging in the northwest, each warlord force had its own agenda. Just a little better than a plate of loose sand.

For this fragile relationship, attempts to alienate people are endless. If you find a breakthrough, you can break the surface and disintegrate the so-called alliance.

Luan Xin asked softly: "What's the difference?"

In the past, the countries in the northwest and southwest were not united, but the countries in the central continent are united? If we work together, we won't be in such a mess for so many years. Gongyang Yongye originally thought so, until he discovered a clue: "The camp flag is not the national title of each country."

It is not the country that controls the situation.

Gongyang Yongye said: "It's an aristocratic family."

Except for a few small countries with little expansion power in the central continent, most of the powerful countries are controlled by more than a dozen big families, and the so-called kings are just pawns they use to play games. This group of people highly overlaps with the core of the central branch of the Society of Gods! Married and cooperated for hundreds of years, their interests are entangled. The alliance they led was far stronger than the alliance formed by the central countries.

Kang Guo's opponent is not the scattered Central Continent that seems to be one but actually fights independently, but the entire Central Continent!

Luan Xin was quite surprised: "Is that so?"

It sounds a bit tricky but not completely unsolvable.

Looking at this world, as long as a human being is capable of committing inhumane evil deeds, brothers are fighting against each other, and flesh and blood are fighting each other, are there too many of these stereotyped struggles? It can be seen that no matter how deeply entangled the interests of these so-called aristocratic families are, they are not completely integrated.

He asked again: "Which family is in charge?"

Gongyang Yongye said: "Mr. Zhao."

Each family recommended Zhao as the spokesperson for the Allied Forces.

This branch of the Zhao family has successively supported three powerful countries in central China. The children of the Zhao family have held important civil and military positions in the court, and their disciples and former officials are spread throughout the central continent. The Zhao family is like this, and other aristocratic families in the Allied Forces are not bad either. Speaking of this, Gongyang Yongye remembered a detail.

He said with emotion: "There is something quite strange. There are frequent wars in the northwest and southwest, so if you are lucky enough to inherit it for three or four generations, you can call it a 'rich family' or a 'high family'. Starting from the fifth generation, It is inevitable that they will become lonely due to the decline of talents. But these big families in the central continent are different. Every generation can have a few top-notch ones, as if they were favored by God. "

Cultivation talents are completely random.

Parents may be talented, but their children may also be mediocre.

The decline of families in the southwest and northwest is often due to the lack of talent. If one generation cannot keep up, the family will inevitably go to ruin. In order to solve the problem and alleviate the decline, Chu Yao and Luan Xin were born. Either find talented children from the people, show kindness and win them over, and let the other party help the family through the difficult transition period, or directly adopt them to find a son-in-law...

Luo San: "How do you know that the geniuses of each generation are biological children? What if they are adopted from the people as biological children?"

As long as the surname can be passed down, it's fine.

Gongyang Yongye said without curiosity: "Don't argue!"

It's possible that one family did this secretly, but more than a dozen families did this secretly? Gongyang Yongye is more inclined to believe that each family produced it themselves, but this cannot explain that every generation has a genetic lottery. Luan Xin: "There is no poor family in the upper class, and no gentry in the lower class."

Somehow, he suddenly remembered this sentence.

Rather than saying it is a word, it is better to say it is a prophecy.

A prophecy that has caused more than two hundred years of controversy.

Seeing Luo San and the others looking at him, Luan Xin said, "This sentence of the Word Spirit has triggered two debates, 'family-based' and 'literary-based'. The former says that only those born in aristocratic families can be aristocratic families and are qualified to obtain the best literary and spiritual talents. The latter believes that the literary and spiritual grades and cultivation talents have nothing to do with bloodline origin, and are all gifts from heaven."

No matter how good the origin of the children of dignitaries is, they may still be trash. The union of thieves and prostitutes in the market may also give birth to superior people.

Talent is random, not determined by origin.

The two parties are fighting against each other.

Luan Xin whispered, "If the 'family-based' wins, it is not surprising that there are geniuses in every generation under the Word Spirit."

This just coincides with the ideas of the crazy people in the Gods Association.

They are the ones who use all living beings as pawns for entertainment.

"Let's take a step back and say that it's because of this. Is there any justice for them to have children if they want to?" Gongyang Yongye was surprised and sour. He has been busy and hard-working for so many years but still has no children. At his age, he still has to find a way to have one.

These families don't have the trouble of infertility?

Why do they have all the good things in the world!

Luan Xin: "..."

Is Gongyang Yongye's focus too biased?

Luo San was impatient: "What's so difficult about having a child?"

Luan Xin didn't want to be caught in the middle, so he changed the subject and got back to the point: "Besides this, are there any other discoveries?"

"There are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the camp, and they were almost discovered."

Originally, he wanted to find out where Xiang Zhao was, and then launch a sneak attack to kill the descendants of the Yuan family. If he couldn't kill him, he would poison him to make him vomit and have diarrhea and be weak for a while, but the result was counterproductive.

This answer made Luan Xin feel a little depressed.

Anyone who can find Gongyang Yongye's traces, even if this person's strength is not higher than Gongyang Yongye, is a strong opponent.

"The strength is not that strong, but the insight is first-class." Gongyang Yongye followed up with a patch, "I suspect that we were monitored by the other party as soon as we stepped into this place. Maybe the conversation at this moment was also eavesdropped by the other party, very clearly."

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Luan Xin: "..."

Luo San also glared at him fiercely.

Since you have this suspicion, why didn't you say it earlier?

It's also fortunate that they didn't talk about anything substantial. If it involves confidential information, wouldn't it be leaked? Gongyang Yongye said embarrassedly: "I said this is just my personal guess..."

Before he finished speaking, the air of heaven and earth trembled slightly.

Then a male voice came: "The Marquis's guess is true."

Three people: "..."

Luo San stood up and looked for the person lurking in the dark: "You are hiding in the dark, why don't you come out and see me."

The word spirit was clearly set up in the tent to prevent eavesdropping.

If someone peeks, it will definitely alarm me.

But until the man spoke, the word spirit was not touched.

"Why are the two Marquises angry?" The man's voice did not fluctuate at all, sometimes clear as whispering in the ear, sometimes vague as the distant sky, sliding from the left ear to the right ear, and then from the right ear to the left ear. Just listening to it makes people feel dizzy. "The main tent has fine wine and delicious food, waiting for the guests."

Luan Xin calmly glanced at the sky outside: "Now?"

As he said, someone outside the tent passed the message.

It was the messenger who came to invite Luan Xin and others to the banquet.

Although the banquet was not good, he still had to go, even if there were mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead. He also wanted to see the leader of the enemy army and see how this enemy army was different from the previous enemies. Luan Xin straightened his clothes and sword, and said in a gentle voice: "Wait a moment."

When Luan Xin brought people to the table, the atmosphere was not stiff.

Except for a few people who looked at him, the others were still chatting and laughing, and seemed not to notice Luan Xin and others. The man sitting at the head looked very young at first glance, with a pair of silent eyes that did not match his age: "Hurry up and take the envoy to sit down."

Luan Xin glanced at the people at the table indifferently.

He couldn't tell the warriors, but he could tell the background of the scholars at a glance. These people came in a neat order, saving him the trouble.

As Luan Xin's eyes moved, he was dazzled.

The aristocratic families in the central region are really full of talents.

In the past few years, there were few strange scholars, but there were five squatting in this tent. How could he choose? Look at this one and it feels good, and look at that one, it seems good too.

Unfortunately, the permanent seats are limited, and it is a pity that he cannot take away all the scribes from these people. Luan Xin kept the out-of-print expression expressionlessly, and ruthlessly left three vacancies. During this period, he had to deal with the crowds of people armed with guns and sticks.

"I heard that Jun Luan was an official in Kangguo and paid homage to the Minister of Civil Affairs, but he didn't get a title?" I don't know who was talking about it. Then he said with a half-smile, "It's just taking back a few insignificant prisoners. It's useful." Are you going to let the official minister, who is the leader of the six departments, take risks? However, I heard that the Kang Dynasty started from a young age and the ruler was from a humble background, so it is understandable to use people indiscriminately. "

But it was inappropriate for Luan Xin to just let things go.

Luan Xin glanced at this man's scribe's ways.

Copy, paste, delete.

Then he said unhurriedly: "My lord has never made mistakes in employing people. How can ordinary people know its subtleties? As for the title, since it is to uphold righteousness for the world, it is natural to wait for the day when the merits are completed before awarding them. How can we celebrate the merits halfway?" ?”

What Gu Chi said still makes sense.

[It’s a bad idea to open champagne at halftime. When you gain a huge advantage, you start to relax arrogantly. Be careful of being turned upside down! 】

Asked Gu Chi what champagne was, he said it was a fine wine.

Rewards based on merit will naturally have to wait until the end.

"Oh? I didn't know what kind of talent Luan Shangshu has. You must be the one to do this?" The man was stunned and was about to get angry. A middle-aged scribe with a neat goatee and some chubby cheeks followed and said, Eyes as cold as poisonous snakes looked directly at Luan Xin, scanning him back and forth, as if they wanted to see through him.

Looking at the way of the other party's scribes, Luan Xin was able to conclude that this person was as shady as Gu Chi: "There are many talents in the royal court, but there are so many people who are worthy of this position. It's not that Luan is the only one, it's just that some people used unreasonable methods. , I took Luan’s student, and as her teacher, of course I had to come and take my incompetent student back! I was so shameless as to intercept my colleague’s business.”

Luan Xin's words were gentle, unhurried and seemingly harmless.

But what he said can make the listener instantly angry.

And the more I listen to it, the more annoyed I get.

"Student of Luan Shangshu?"

"Items move, items come and go."

"Is there such a person?" The fat-faced middle-aged scribe pretended to be surprised, "There is a saying that I don't know whether to say or not. When two armies are fighting against each other, how can there be an upright or unfair saying? There is only one saying that the winner is king and the loser is. Kou. Luan Shangshu’s students must be young, so it’s reasonable for young people to be careless.”

Luan Xin sighed quietly, with a helpless tone.

"Looking at your age, I'm afraid you don't understand Luan's intention of licking the calf."

The fat-faced scribe was slightly startled at first, but when he understood the strangeness behind these words, his facial features almost became distorted. Luan Xin said that at his age, he didn't know how to care for a baby. Either he had no children, or he had no parents. Is the scolding so unpleasant?

But Luan Xin's expression was flawless. Maybe his words were just emotions and had no connotation. He was simply overthinking.

At this moment, the man sitting upright spoke. He looked at the Yuan family who had been silent: "I have some impression of Luan Shangshu's students. They seem to be disciples of the Yuan family?"

Everyone looked at Luan Xin secretly.

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I really couldn’t eat the cherries this year... Is it my personal problem? I always get upset after eating too much?