"Bah bang bang!"
This is the sound of Mr. Wang San applauding.
Zhao Rang didn't know if he really appreciated what he just said or if he was just showing off. Anyway, he clapped so hard that it sounded like metal.
The more polite Mr. Wang was to Zhao Rang, the more unconvinced Wang Xiaoshan became.
Just now he was looking at Zhao Rang with great contempt, but now his eyes are almost green and white.
But with the words of his adoptive father, Mr. Wang San, Wang Xiaoshan did not dare to be too obvious.
"Bah bang bang!"
Three more times.
This time Mr. Wang did not applaud, but slapped him.
Three firm slaps hit Wang Xiaoshan's face, and his cheeks immediately swelled.
Wang Xiaoshan is good at concealed weapons. The speed of Mr. Wang's three slaps is not very fast. Logically speaking, he can avoid them.
But he didn't dare.
Not only did I not dare to hide, I didn't even dare to ask.
Mr. Wang San did not explain why he suddenly attacked Wang Xiaoshan, but Zhao Rang knew that there must be his reasons.
Even if not, doing so can only bring about one consequence, which is to make Wang Xiaoshan's hatred for Zhao Rang even deeper.
Ever since Zhao Rang suspected him in King Lanmo's city, Wang Xiaoshan had a grudge against Zhao Rang. When he entered the house just now, Zhao Rang was sitting with his adoptive father Wang San, but he was standing, showing his superiority and inferiority, which made him extremely uncomfortable.
For such a person with a strong self-esteem, every time someone cuts his self-esteem, he will definitely repay it with ten knives and a hundred knives in the future.
What's more, the three slaps from Master Wang just now were much more effective than the three swords!
"Why don't we talk about the great method of making the dead the greatest? I'm more interested in this."
Zhao Rang broke the silence.
It's not that he spoke for this purpose, but that he really wanted to know how Mr. Wang San arranged his life.
If it was a glass of poisonous wine, Zhao Rang would really look down on him.
If Wang Xiaoshan is allowed to take action, Zhao Rang still has a certain degree of confidence that he can kill him.
So, he thought about it for a long time without thinking about it, so he asked directly.
"The thought of the deceased is a big deal. I just made a mistake. I will punish myself with a drink and apologize to Mr. Zhao!"
Mr. Wang picked up the wine he had just poured into the teacup and drank it all in one gulp.
There was no winner or lose in this game, but Zhao Rang knew that he was at a disadvantage.
Because Wang Santai not only failed to explain what "the dead are the greatest" meant, but also used the rhetoric of "forfeiting wine" to legitimately prove to Zhao Rang that the wine was not poisonous.
In this way, Zhao Rang didn't drink just now, which seemed to be a lack of magnanimity, and he was a bit mean-spirited.
Putting down the teacup, Mr. Wangsan smashed his mouth and said with emotion:
"It's such a good wine, but it's a pity that I only have one bottle."
Zhao Rang said:
"The more you cherish something, the sooner and sooner you should enjoy it."
Mr. Wang San asked in surprise:
"Shouldn't it be saved and enjoyed slowly?"
Zhao Rang shook his head and said:
"Enjoying it all at once will not only satisfy you, but also make you no longer think about it. If you save it and enjoy it slowly, it will be like a dog pulling a sheep's intestines, and it will become a heart disease."
Mr. Wang San fell silent.
When he really thinks something makes sense, he won't applaud or speak. He will try his best to use his no longer young mind to remember these reasonable words word for word, and then repeat them over and over again to convince himself and at the same time throw the old ideas into the coffin.
But Zhao Rang, who said this, felt it was nothing and began to feel bored.
This boredom will soon turn into irritability, and Zhao Rang must solve the current situation as soon as possible before the irritability comes.
Because decisions made when you are irritable will definitely be regretted later. For example, I gambled on impulse and lost everything. Go drinking, get drunk, lie on the street and have your butt chewed by wild dogs... There are many such lessons, but they are not as serious as what Zhao Rang is facing now.
If he made a wrong decision when he was irritable, he wouldn't even have a chance to regret it, but he could really comply with Mr. Wang San's words, "The dead are the most important"!
So what he has to do now is to keep calm.
The best way is to find something else to do and divert your attention.
So Zhao Rang picked up the amethyst wine bottle on the tea table, inserted the mouth of the bottle almost into his throat, and drank most of the bottle in one go.
The unique aroma and sweetness of the wine immediately soothed Zhao Rang's mood, and he felt that he could remain in a non-irritable state for at least two hours.
From the moment Zhao Rang picked up the wine bottle, Mr. Wang showed a pained expression on his face.
It can be seen that he really likes this wine and is not fake.
Older people naturally have better self-cultivation. Otherwise, why do we say that we are young and energetic, but not old and energetic?
Although Mr. Wang was reluctant to part with it, he still let Zhao Rang have a good drink.
When Zhao Rang put down the bottle of wine, the window of the room was suddenly pushed open from the outside.
Zhao Rang didn't even look back.
Because he had heard that the person who opened the window was not a person, but a pigeon.
The snow-white homing pigeon recognized Mr. Wang. After flying into the house, it flapped its wings and landed on Mr. Wang's shoulder.
Grandpa Wang gently stroked the smooth feathers on their backs, and then with lightning speed, broke both of its wings!
"Why bother a pigeon..."
Zhao Rang couldn't stand it.
If it were a person, it would be reasonable for Mr. Wang San to do this. But a pigeon couldn't speak and had its wings broken. Might as well kill it.
"An old horse knows the way, and a pigeon remembers the road. A snow-white homing pigeon is fine if it flies once. If it flies a few more times, it will definitely be noticed."
"But what should you do when you reply?"
Zhao Rang asked, looking at the pigeon struggling on the ground.
"Haha, we never reply."
After Mr. Wang finished speaking, he had already opened the things sent by Pigeon, and then continued:
"Besides, this is not a letter!" 1
When he handed it to Zhao Rang, Zhao Rang didn't take it with his hands. He motioned to Mr. Wang to put it directly on the tea table, and then pushed it over.
Such stingy behavior was naturally looked down upon by Wang Xiaoshan, but Zhao Rang didn't care. When I looked through the portraits, it took at most an hour for me to suffer from poisoning. Even the most forgetful person would remember it, let alone Zhao Rang, who has a particularly good memory!
"We will prepare wine and food to wash you away. Please come."
After Zhao Rang read the words on it, he realized that it was indeed not a letter, but an invitation.
The words on the invitation were written extremely neatly, with thick ink and strong strokes. Each word was slightly dented, giving it a somewhat penetrating feel.
But before these three sentences, the title is "Mr. Zhao". After these three sentences, the place for signature is empty.
An invitation can have no title, but it must not have a signature.
The title is the inviter, and the person who receives the invitation is naturally the inviter. The signature is the person who is hosting the event. If there is no signature, how will the inviter know who the guest is? Of course, I don’t know if I should go.
"Is this invitation for me?"
Zhao Rang asked.
Although his surname is Zhao, it only says Mr. Zhao, not his full name. It is not impossible that there is another Mr. Zhao in the royal city of Shan Ye Kingdom.
"Of course!"
Mr. Wang San said and raised his hand to wave.
Wang Xiaoshan immediately took out an invitation from his lapel and handed it to Mr. Wang San with both hands respectfully. Zhao Rang saw that his cheek was still swollen and had not completely subsided.
"I've invited you and I've been invited. Doesn't the person who's inviting me know that you really want me to die?"
Mr. Wang's invitation hadn't been opened yet, but Zhao Rang could tell just by looking at the appearance that it was exactly the same as his own. I just don’t know if there is any signature on his invitation.
"Young Master Zhao may have misunderstood. I don't want you to die, but I think you are a very good young man. If you had been born twenty years earlier, maybe Dawei would not be divided into the north and the south!"
This evaluation is quite high, especially when it comes from the mouth of an enemy.
"The person who wants you dead is the person who invited you."
Mr. Wang San said and opened his invitation.
There was no signature on his invitation either.
But Zhao Rang is no longer obsessed with who this person is, he is more curious about why this person suddenly changed his mind?
When a person makes a decision, it must be the right one for him at the time. If this decision needs to be changed, there must be something that was not considered well before.
The person who wanted him dead suddenly wanted to treat him to a meal. The reason for this must be very interesting.
Especially after Zhao Rang saw that Mr. Wang San also had an invitation, he knew that his guest was definitely a temporary addition.
This dinner was supposed to be a carnival of victory for their side, but for some reason, the carnival had to be postponed, and enemies had to be added as guests.
"It seems I have to go to this banquet."
Zhao Rang said.
"Of course you have to go!"
Wang Xiaoshan didn't know which muscle was wrong, or his brain was damaged by those three slaps, so he started teasing Zhao Rang again.
"No one can refuse the leader's invitation, and no one can change it!"
But this time Mr. Wang San did not take action again.
Zhao Rang felt that it was not that he didn't want to, but that Wang Xiaoshan's last sentence mentioned the "leader" who saw the dragon but never saw its end.
If he slaps him three more times, who knows whether he is teaching his adopted son a lesson or refuting his adopted son's loyalty to the leader?
However, Zhao Rang also knew from these words that the person who wanted his name was the leader, and the person who changed his mind and invited him to dinner was also the leader.
Thinking of finally meeting this mysterious leader, Zhao Rang suddenly felt that not only must he go to this banquet, but it was also worth it!
"However, although the person who made the host is the leader, the person who sent the invitation is not the old man himself."
After Wang Xiaoshan finished speaking, Mr. Wang San added.
"Is it Hong Jiang?"
Mr. Wang Third smiled and nodded, not surprised that Zhao Rang guessed correctly.
Zhao Rang has only met one person in the Broken God Religion, and that is Hong Jiang.
She claims to be the protector of the divine religion, and even great masters like Gongzi serve her. As a woman, she should play the role of the great steward in the divine religion.
"Hong Jiang is such a thoughtful person."
Zhao Rang said, folding the invitation and holding it close to his chest.
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On the other hand, Yuan Mingkong failed to return to Qingshan Guesthouse to take care of his sister.
On the way, he was stopped by a group of people and told that Yuan Kexin and Ximen Dazhuang had gone to the Black Street, and Haidiya was also there. They were sent by Haidiya to meet Yuan Mingkong.
Yuan Mingkong is neither a child nor a fool. Of course, he will not believe whatever the other party says. Especially these people never mentioned Zhao Rang, which made him even more suspicious.
You must know that he and Zhao Rang came out of Qingshan Guest together and went to the northwest market where Haidiya said he last saw the stranger. Strong wind
Just when Yuan Mingkong was hesitating, the group of people immediately spread out and wrapped him tightly in the center, as if they had to follow us whether you believe it or not.
Two fists are no match for four hands, and a hero will not suffer the immediate consequences. Yuan Mingkong had no choice but to give in and follow them to the dark street.
Today, the street market in the royal city exudes an unusual atmosphere.
Almost all the traffic came from across from them. In the entire royal city of Shanye Kingdom, they seemed to be the only ones walking towards the black street.
The faces of the people surrounding Yuan Mingkong were normal. Yuan Mingkong knew that he would definitely not be able to get anything out of them, so he might as well seize the limited time and opportunity and observe carefully, maybe he could still see some clues.
When we were still one intersection away from Black Street, the street was completely deserted. Instead, there were majestic sergeants on horses.
Each of these sergeants wore dark iron heavy armor, all of which were obtained from the smugglers in Dawei using military horses produced in Danye Kingdom. With the level of mining and smelting in the Western Region, even ordinary cast iron is extremely scarce, let alone this kind of dark iron with extremely high hardness and excellent toughness.
In addition, each of these sergeants is equipped with a long gun and two short knives. The beef tendon crossbow was slung on his back, and the quiver next to the saddle was full of arrows with three-edged arrows.
Compared with bow arrows, crossbow arrows lack tail feathers. But also because of this, the manufacturing process of crossbow arrow shafts is higher. As far as Yuan Mingkong knew, none of the countries in the Western Regions currently had the ability to mass-produce such crossbow arrows.
The war horse under the heavy armored sergeant's crotch has a shiny coat, its hooves are treading on the snow, and the sides of its hind legs are branded with the name of the Sunset Racecourse, but the person riding it is even more majestic!
Such a sophisticated army is of course not an ordinary army, but a palace guard who only obeys the orders of the Lord of Shanye Kingdom.
Yuan Mingkong and Zhao Rang had listened to Haidiye and Aziz recounting the past twenty years ago, and they knew very well who sent this army.
That national master.
In other words, the leader finally took action.
At present, the black street is surrounded by water, and I am afraid that not even a fly can fly out. The plight of the people inside can be imagined... As the lord of the black street, Aziz must be in trouble.
Sure enough, all the stalls in the black street were closed.
Yuan Mingkong looked up and saw that the most iconic windows in the black street that echoed each other were all covered with black curtains.
The curtain hangs down, constantly swelling and deflating in the wind, as if an old man in his prime is trying his best to breathe, just to let himself live for a moment longer... 1
