Two crickets were flapping their wings and chirping, seeming to be cheering for the upcoming fierce battle. One of them was a red-breasted ink fly, which screamed particularly loudly. It was huge and the flesh on its thighs was extremely strong. It showed no sign of weakness when facing an opponent of the same size.
The war was about to break out. After testing each other for a few rounds, the two crickets began to fight with real swords and guns. They kept beating, looking for a favorable position, and waving their tentacles constantly, doing everything possible to give themselves the upper hand. . Suddenly, the ink fly jumped up and pounced on its opponent, with such ferocious momentum that it frightened the opponent and took several steps back. Taking advantage of the victory, Mo Zhi pursued his opponent and continuously pounced forward to bite his opponent. The opponent was retreating steadily, and his overwhelming momentum disappeared in an instant, leaving only a miserable state.
Like a victorious general, the black fly turned its head and chirped around, as if asking for credit from its master.
Perhaps the chirp of this ink fly was too loud, attracting the attention of a 'monstrous creature' next to it. Suddenly, a rooster fluttered out of a woman's arms and jumped outside the bamboo fighting plate. Its neck shrank rhythmically to peer into the world inside. The ink fly seemed to sense the crisis in the outside world. It was still chirping just now and now it no longer dared to make a sound.
The woman looked at this scene and found it particularly interesting. She stretched out her jade hand to lift up the fighting plate. In an instant, the ink fly jumped up and jumped out of the small bamboo box, while the other one, perhaps because it had lost all its energy, even ran for its life. Her strength was gone, and she was pecked and devoured by the rooster and turned into a meal.
The rooster seemed to be unsatisfied and fluttered in the direction of the black fly's beating. The ink fly jumped as hard as possible and kept running towards the window, while the rooster seemed to enjoy the fun of playing with its prey between its palms, and just kept turning its head and staring at the ink fly.
Then, the rooster quickly stretched out its neck, and the fat insect fell into its beak. When the rooster raised its head, it swallowed the fat.
The woman watched this duel and massacre with great interest, while another woman stood quietly beside her, also witnessing everything just now.
"The ink fly is only found in the land of Wu and Chu. Its lifespan is no more than a hundred days. Such a bird is really rare. If you put it on the market, it will be valuable and priceless. The master of the pavilion just let it be pecked. Isn't it a waste of natural resources?"
"It's just an insect. Why should Mr. Wen He care so much?" The master of the pavilion stood up gently. She looked at the rooster and smiled and said, "It's a pity that no matter how victorious and majestic it is, it will only be the cock on its beak." delicious.”
Sensing the hidden meaning in the pavilion master's words, Mr. Wen He closed his mouth knowingly.
"Master Wenhe, do you think the gap between me and your husband is like that between a cricket and a rooster?"
"The Pavilion Master is teasing you, how can you be a bug?"
Suddenly, the Pavilion Master turned around and looked at Mr. Wen He with great solemnity, a bold and unruly light blooming in the depths of his beautiful eyes.
"You said...if I and the old flower farmer join forces to fight against Mr....how sure are you?"
Perhaps he was startled by this sudden and bold idea. Young Master Wen and He stared at the Pavilion Master in horror for a long time without uttering a word. In the silence, Mr. Wen He's chest rose and fell more and more sharply, and his smooth throat swallowed with great difficulty. Only at this moment could she slightly see her female figure.
"Giggle--"
Seemingly finding Mr. Wen He's shocked expression very interesting, or feeling that his bold ideas had shocked Mr. Wen He, who had always been unrestrained, the Pavilion Master suddenly laughed playfully and with a sense of victory.
"Why are you so panicked, Young Master Wenhe? This is just a whim."
The master of the pavilion walked slowly to the side of the rooster. She gently bent down and picked up the rooster again. With this bend, she had a panoramic view of the beautiful jade-like mountains.
Young Master Wenhe calmed down. She looked at the woman in front of her, then at the rooster in her arms, and then fell into deep thought.
The master of the pavilion stroked the rooster with his jade hands, from the comb to the body and then to the neck.
'Gada——'
There was a crisp sound of bones twisting. The rooster didn't even have time to react, and the chicken's neck was cruelly broken off by the delicate jade fingers. Before the blood drops could stain the pavilion master's clean body, the whole dead chicken was thrown to the ground. The rooster that had been skinned alive just now was twitching continuously, not for survival, but just for instinct.
Looking at the dying rooster, the master of the pavilion said coldly: "After all, it's just a curious idea. How insignificant am I waiting in front of sir?"
Mr. Wen He still bowed his head and remained silent.
"Even though the sun is approaching the west mountain, the fireflies still can't compete with the light of the setting sun..."
Young Master Wenhe simply closed her eyes, but even so, her brows were still furrowed.
Seeing Mr. Wen He's reaction, the Pavilion Master laughed to himself, and then murmured to himself in an inaudible voice -
"After all, it is a mountain that no mortal can climb..."
Worship, unwillingness, desire, and surrender made it impossible for people to taste the taste contained in these words for a while.
Wen He took a deep breath, and then she suddenly opened her eyes and said something that seemed to be out of tune -
"Roosters protect their calves after all."
The Pavilion Master was slightly startled. She looked at Mr. Wen He in surprise. How could there be any fear or shock in Mr. Wen He's eyes at this moment? What replaced it was a surge of wildness and desire.
The enchanting smile reappeared on the pavilion master's face. She didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, so she looked at Mr. Wen and Young Master with a little expectation.
"The fledgling chicken is his weakness after all..."
"Oh? Really?"
"If you throw these cubs off the cliff, maybe the rooster will follow them without hesitation."
"Master Wen He means..."
"If you want to kill Mr., the only breakthrough... is Ye Changshan!"
Mr. Wen He gasped and said this sentence word by word. Her pupils first narrowed sharply, and then slowly dilated. Until she said this sentence, she still did not believe that it was what she said.
The pavilion master's eyes were full of admiration. Looking at Mr. Wen He's handsome face, which was no less handsome than a man's, he secretly sighed that it was a pity.
"In ancient times, there was Zhang Zifang's plan, and now there is Mr. Wen He's plan. Even the counselors in the world are not as good as Mr. Wen He. This little girl admires him so much."
"The Pavilion Master is so complimentary."
The Pavilion Master nodded with satisfaction, and then asked bluntly: "Then... how to open this breakthrough?"
Mr. Wen He smiled slightly, and the nervous look just now disappeared. At this moment, the tips of her eyebrows, eyes, and corners of her mouth revealed an indescribable confidence. She said slowly——
"Li Daitao is stiff."
The pavilion master's delicate eyebrows raised slightly, and it was obvious that her interest was completely aroused.
Young Master Wen He suddenly turned towards the Pavilion Master and said, "If the Pavilion Master is interested, I would like to make a bet with the Pavilion Master."
"What bet?" The pavilion master's curiosity became more and more intense.
"Bet on whether my 'Li Dai Tao Zhan' plan will succeed."
"The stakes are...what?"
Young Master Wen He stared at the Pavilion Master, like a cunning fox trying to enter someone else's territory. She cautiously but boldly tried: "If this plan can work, I will ask the Pavilion Master for 50% of Yunyue Pavilion's income... …how?"
The master of the pavilion suddenly stopped smiling. She looked up and down and scrutinized Wen and the young master with extremely sharp eyes. She, who had been smiling charmingly just now, was now as ice-cold, and her attitude changed so quickly that it was surprising.
50% of Yunyue Pavilion's income, Young Master Wenhe is not very young, but he has a big appetite!
Yunyue Pavilion is the most free and open place in the Central Plains. How much does it cost to make money every day? As the saying goes, "Seawater cannot be measured." Yunyue Pavilion's income... I'm afraid only the Jiang family can compare.
Haha...50% of income? I am afraid that only Young Master Wenhe in the world dares to make such a bet with me...
Mr. Wen He still stood there with a smile, not facing the cold gaze of the pavilion master at all.
Seeing Wen He and Young Master's confident expressions, the Pavilion Master suddenly returned to his previous smile and said charmingly: "Then I will accept the Young Master's bet, and we are committed to it!"
"Thank you, Pavilion Master, for your love!"
Mr. Wen He bowed his hands in return.
The master of the pavilion added with a smile: "Don't talk about 50% of Yunyue Pavilion's income. If Wenhe's plan really comes to fruition, I will dedicate the entire Yunyue Pavilion to you."
Hearing these words, Calm Ruwen and Young Master trembled in their hearts, and almost fell to the ground with their legs weak. She looked at the pavilion master in surprise, but the pavilion master looked serious at this time, how could he be teasing at all?
"Pavilion Master...what does this mean?"
"The first is for the revenge of that punch."
The Pavilion Master touched her smooth and flat belly. The power of that punch was still fresh in her memory. The terrifying power of that punch was something she would never forget until her death. She continued -
"Hua Fasha just wanted to buy some iron from this pavilion, so he came all the way from Chang'an to find me, punched me, kicked Hua Fasha, and told him to get out of Tianmen Pass. Enter the Central Plains again."
Hearing this name, Mr. Wen He showed a surprised expression and said: "Hua Fasha? Could it be..."
"Northern Barbarian Imperial Master."
Young Master Wen He was secretly shocked. It turned out that the reason why his husband went to Korea to punch the pavilion master was because of this incident. However, the pavilion master was also brave and dared to risk the disapproval of the world and do such a thing that was against the way of the Central Plains.
The master of the pavilion ignored Mr. Wen He's shock. She raised her head slightly, like the fire phoenix who had always been unique, arrogant and aloof, and said disdainfully: "Secondly, this pavilion has always been taboo and deviant. Mr. Zhongyuan Shi is a beacon for all people. We all respect him, but I don’t respect gods and ghosts. We are all humans, so why do I need to submit to others?”
Master Wenhe asked: "The master of the pavilion does not believe in destiny, does not respect the king's way, and does not respect ghosts and gods. Then...what do you believe in?"
"overbearing!"
"overbearing?"
"The weak eat the strong, the winner is the king and the loser is the enemy! Strength is the basis for survival in this world of great conflict. Only if your fist is stronger than others can you get everything you want."
"so......"
"The right to speak in the world is divided into ten points. If Mr. is no longer here, then this pavilion will be able to monopolize three points."
"Three points? Where are the other points?"
"Of course, three-thirds of it belongs to my good sister. As for the remaining three-thirds, it belongs to Hua Fasha."
"Hua Fasha!? Are you saying that he is also a strong Tianshu person!?"
The Pavilion Master did not answer, showing his acquiescence by remaining silent. Then, as if something suddenly occurred to her, she laughed at herself and said, "Hmm, it's strange to say that Hua Fasha almost died in Xinzheng after being kicked, and after being carried back and lying down for several months, she also fell asleep." Tianshu realm'."
The fourth 'Tianshu Realm' strongman in the world is actually in the Northern Barbarians! Mr. Wenhe was shocked and speechless for a moment.
With Mr. Xiang's retirement in recent years and the growth of all forces, the apparent peace in the Central Plains and even the entire world seems to be about to become unbearable. Nowadays, not only are all the powerful countries co-existing and aiming at the Central Plains, but even the Northern Barbarians have recovered their strength and are ready to move...
The old king is dying and the new king has not yet been established! A turbulent undercurrent is surging.
Faced with such a huge temptation and challenge, the pavilion master's expression became thoughtful - there is no doubt that she wants to dominate the world, using her fists, the wisdom of Wenhe, and the power of the thatched cottage... .. Whatever is available, she is eager to seize it all. Now that she has such an opportunity with the help of Mr. Wen He, how can she let it go so easily?
Faced with such a complicated situation and situation, Mr. Wen and Mr. Wen were also thoughtful. She wanted to see through the world, using her own wisdom, her own vision, and borrowing the mountain of Pavilion Master... But no matter how hard she looked at it at the moment, she couldn't see the world clearly, but there was one thing she knew very well. ——
The world is really going to be in chaos.
[Today is Monday, as usual, there are only 3,000, I hope everyone can forgive me.
One bag after eight o'clock in the evening (if there is a bag in the future, it will be fixed at eight o'clock, and everyone will be notified in advance.)]
