"Snapped--"
There was an explosion, and a refined official kiln blue and white porcelain cup was smashed to pieces on the ground, turning into gray-white residue all over the floor.
In the luxurious interior room, which was extremely luxurious and even more luxurious than the house of a certain foreign young master, an old man with a white beard was panting and his beard was trembling.
"Asshole! Who is Jian Chenglong? Where did Amao and Agou get up? How come he wants to challenge me? What kind of civil and military battles are there? Where did he get his reputation? Has Gangliang Mountain fallen to such a level now? I'm a fool. Sha Yu is actually being bullied by someone like this! Are you treating me like a toothless tiger? I'm always getting old, but I'm not dead yet!"
He cursed loudly and was so angry that he overturned a red sandalwood flower stand and rolled the jade bonsai on it to the ground.
A white-haired woman with a respectful expression stood next to her, her hands hanging down. She just watched the old man making trouble, and was not afraid that he would make too much trouble. After all, the old man could only sit on a chair and could not get up, so the scope of the trouble was very limited.
After he made a fuss for a while, the woman said: "Master, Tu Fei, the head of Changyi Manor, is still outside..."
Before he finished speaking, the old man spit out a big mouthful of phlegm and said: "Tu Fei? Isn't it Xing Fei? Do you think you can change your surname by stealing Changyi Manor? Once you are a sword slave, you will always be a sword slave." ! He will always be Xingfei, and that white hair is proof of his despicability!"
The woman with white hair herself seemed to have heard nothing and said: "Since the master refuses, I will go and refuse him."
The old man said: "Reject him, throw the post in his face and tell him to go back! What kind of village leader? The evil thief who disobeys the master does not dare to call himself the master of the village, so he gave him a nondescript name. It's really shocking. It’s so funny! Nowadays, there are no more rules in the Gangliang Mountain, and there are actually many children who have forgotten their ancestors and are screaming! The Gengliang Mountain is going to be overturned? If my old man hadn’t grown old, I would have come to him and slapped him in the face. Stuffed it into the shadow and dedicated it to my Lord."
He paused and then shouted: "Tell that unknown Jian Chenglong that my Sunset Manor is here and I will never fight. But if you want to fight, follow the old rules and put your family and life at risk. Everyone, including him, will fight to the death." , let’s see who can survive! What kind of civil and military battles are ridiculous, this is not kid’s play, don’t be embarrassed if you can’t afford to die!”
The white-haired woman agreed and withdrew.
Of course she wouldn't listen to the old man and throw the post in the visitor's face. Changyi Manor is one of the five first-level manors. It inherits the destiny and is much nobler than their second-level manors. If the old man hadn't been disabled for a long time, he should have gone out to greet him in person. As for the village head and the owner of the manor, even the "my lord" in the old man's mouth has recognized their status. What's the use of refusing to admit it himself?
However, the final reply to Changfa Manor was okay: "If you want to fight, then fight, just fight to the death, why play around?"
The white-haired woman left the old man alone behind who was losing her temper and moved forward alone.
When I saw the front hall, I suddenly heard a message from the old man of the village owner: "Xingqing, come back."
Fortunately, the white-haired woman returned to the back hall.
The back hall had completely quieted down. Surrounded by debris on the floor, the old man sat quietly on a soft chair, his whole body huddled in the shadows, and his expression could not be seen clearly. He seemed to have calmed down, but the white beard was still trembling.
"Go tell Xingfei - I agreed."
Even though Xingqing never questioned the owner's decision, he couldn't help but his eyes widened in disbelief.
This was only the time for a cup of tea - even the cup of tea was not cold before it was brewed!
The old man coughed lightly and said smoothly: "Just what he said...Wen Zhan, I agreed. But since I agreed, I still gave him enough face. The rules must be set by me, and it is not allowed." Bargain. Or fight."
At that moment, the old man jabbered out a sentence, which was clearly organized and clearly stated, as if he had been thinking about it for a long time.
On the one hand, I am happy to remember it, but on the other hand, I am puzzled:
What happened that made the usually stubborn master suddenly change his mind?
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Yulang City.
"Is this proposed by Wu Shayu from Sunset Manor?" Young Master Jian Chenglong, who was scolded by the old man, was looking at a large piece of text in front of him. These were all official war notes written by Sunset Manor.
"Exactly." Tufei took a sip of tea proudly. Compared with his accomplices, he liked to take care of things more and was more greedy. "Brother Jian, for your sake, I can go to Sunset Manor to convince Lao Wu. After sitting there all day long and talking all the time, I got this result. He was unwilling to say anything at first because he felt embarrassed. I advised him, "Since Brother Jian dares to speak like this, he has the strength. The trend is overwhelming and unstoppable. What's the use of just avoiding it? When the battle breaks out and blood flows, you will lose all face and face. Isn't it a sin to disturb the purity of the two adults at this critical moment? Why don't you be present at the table? He made an upright handover and exited openly. Everyone sees that you are still as magnanimous as before. Who dares to look down upon you?' He agreed."
The eldest young master nodded repeatedly, thanked him, looked at the paper in front of him, and said, "He proposed two plans. One is to fight four games, the other is to fight eight games...Eight swordsmen in each?"
He was thoughtful, looked up at Xingqi who was standing in front of him, and said thoughtfully: "Is this what he meant...the plan where he asked me to choose four games?"
After seeing the conditions on the paper, although he was given a choice, the other party's intentions were actually clear.
Two plans were put forward on the paper. One was to send four swordsmen to compete in four competitions each, but it would be held at the Sunset Manor. The time would be selected by the other party, and the guests would each choose a portion. Another option is eight games, which can be held at a neutral venue. The time and location are agreed upon by both parties, and each party can choose a portion of the guests.
It seems that the plan of eight games is more fair. The problem is... Changfa Manor can't get eight swordsmen at all!
Tang Zhao and his party, including the eldest young master himself, only had two swordsmen. Plus the manor's original Xing Wu, Xing Qi, Xing Jiu, and Xing Thirteen. Even if the old guy Xing Cang was added, there were only seven. A swordsman. There really aren't eight swordsmen.
Are you talking about coincidence? Just one missing!
If you choose four swordsmen, you have a lot of room for maneuver. You can choose the four strongest, but you have to go to the opponent's home court. At that time, the situation will be greatly tilted towards the other side.
Tu Fei also knew that the other party was in a dilemma. The people in his trip mainly made money from the young master, so his position was biased towards him. He pointed out: "In fact, he can take advantage of the eight games. After all, he is an old manor. After many years of accumulation, there are many talents. Your brother may have a few top people, but in terms of thickness, he should not be able to compare with them. Even if eight people are really gathered together, there will definitely be shortcomings. When the time comes, they will have a few games in hand. If you can still plan your tactics calmly in the victory, won’t your chances of winning be greater?”
After that, he said earnestly: "Brother Jian, now you have to take the initiative to challenge others. You are challenging the lower level to the upper level. The initiative is not with you. It is impossible for the other party to come up with a plan that will make you comfortable. If you have the confidence , just swim upstream, beat him until he loses his temper, and he will naturally convince the crowd, otherwise he will have no choice but to take a step back."
Jian Chenglong... also known as Jinwu frowned secretly. As a sword with a long lifespan, he was as smart as others, but he lived in a simple environment. Although he often observed various situations in the world and had a lot of experience, he never really participated in it. In the intrigue between him and others, he failed to analyze the pros and cons, and was undecided for a while.
Seeing his hesitation, Tufei said, "It's not like there's nothing we can do..."
At this time, Xingqi, that is, Tang Zhao smiled and said: "Tuzhuangtou, this is the first time our master has encountered this kind of thing. You are very knowledgeable. If you can give me some advice, I would be really grateful. We will The master still has something to offer."
Tu Fei smiled and said: "It's so unintentional. In fact, there is a loophole in this. Have you ever thought about it? Eight games. If we win four games each, how do we divide the winners and losers? It's better to reduce the number by one. Seven games and four Winning is justifiable."
Tang Zhao thought thoughtfully and said, "With one less game, what can he do?"
Tufei said: "It's not necessarily impossible. You just need to ask him to give in a little bit, and it will generally be beneficial to him. I'll help you change the situation again. Changyi Manor still has this little bit of face. The worst is if I add more, we won't If you want to choose another neutral venue, why not choose our Changyi Manor? Changyi Manor is a first-level manor, how dignified would it be to hold it there? Guests can also invite first-level manor owners, and I can even hint to him that I will do the arbitration. Favor him, and don’t be afraid that the old guy won’t give in.”
Jinwu couldn't decide for a moment, so he said: "Let me think about it."
The so-called consideration, of course, is to discuss it with Tang Zhao. Tang Zhao is the real decision-maker for this team.
Tufei nodded. This matter was a small matter to him, but to those two manors it could be said to be a matter of life and death. Why not allow anyone to discuss it in the long term? But he still reminded him very competently: "Brother Jian, the Deep Shadow Society will arrive in a blink of an eye, and then there will be sacrifices. There won't even be a month left. Don't discuss it for too long. In fact, even if you choose Four games is nothing. So what about in his home court? He can at most play a few tricks, and as long as he is strong enough, he will sweep through. When the time comes, I will be in charge of you. If he cheats or even ambush you, then it is not possible. Give our Changyi Manor face, and I will be the first to spare him."
At this time, Tang Zhao suddenly smiled and said: "Thank you very much for your kindness, Tuzhuangtou. But I think that the eight sword fights are an even number, and it is really difficult to determine the winner. But it doesn't have to be seven - why can't it be nine? Where is the field?"
Tufei was confused for a moment and said, "What do you mean?"
We don’t have enough manpower to begin with, so how can we add more?
Tang Zhao smiled even more clearly and said: "That is to say, Master Wu seems to like Duoduo sword fighting, so why can't we accompany him? Why not arrange nine games? Or eleven games will do?"
(End of chapter)
