The host of Kuaichuan, his style of painting is wrong

Chapter 162
"Yeah." The high priest also added a cup of tea for himself, "Is there anything to gain from going to Yuncheng this time?"

"The people of Yuncheng are simple and simple, surrounded by hills, and the terrain is very different from Haicheng. The customs are much different, and the students have gained a lot." Cen Mu declined.

This time they went to Yuncheng, the purpose of the city lord and the high priest was to let Cen Mu get acquainted with Yunyi, the young lord of Yuncheng, and his younger sister Yunyan.

Yuncheng has developed very well in the past two years, almost catching up with Shanghai City. If they can get married with Yunyan, it will also be very good for the development of the two cities.

However, Cen Mu didn't like Yun Yan.

And as far as he knew, Miss Yunyan also had a favorite son.

You can't win love with a knife.

The high priest just said "hmm" without asking further, "I heard that your second brother sent you a shark slave?"

"Yes." The high priest didn't like shark slaves, so Cen Mu raised it up.

Rumor has it that the high priest's daughter fell in love with a shark slave and betrayed the high priest in order to leave with the shark slave.

Moreover, the shark slave stole a lot of Haicheng's secrets during the period, causing a large number of shark slaves to return to the sea area, Haicheng suffered heavy losses, and their status in the fourteenth city fell sharply.

The high priest hated the shark slaves even more, and executed all the shark slaves in the house.

"Female or male?" Although the high priest is Cen Mu's teacher, he can't influence Cen Mu's thoughts.

What's more, Cang Li was a gift from Cen Yue, if he talked too much, wouldn't it mean that he would ruin the relationship between the two brothers.

It's not good to fall into the tongue.

"Male." Cen Mu glanced at the high priest's face, and said these two words, and that old face eased a lot.

"Don't just play around and lose your mind. You should understand, what is your father's purpose in handing you over to me?" The high priest suddenly raised his eyebrows, and his tone was quite severe.

Of course Cen Mu knows, but he has no interest in the position of city lord, and the young lord is still the elder brother Cen Yu.If he is the owner of the city in the end, where should he put his elder brother?
What about brothers?

And once he goes to fight for that position, what should the second brother do?You can't just sit around, Cen Mu doesn't believe that the second brother has no ambitions.

He doesn't want to do things like brothers killing each other and fighting among themselves.

It's better to help the eldest brother with the second brother.

"The purpose is naturally to let the students grow up well and not go astray." Cen Mu avoided talking about the city lord's affairs. He didn't fight, and it was useless for the high priest to force him.

"You say it again?" The high priest was completely angry, and the cup in his hand hit the table heavily, the tea swirled out and dripped onto Cen Mu's clothes along the table.

"Students don't care about power, so it's good to be a third son." Cen Mu's face remained unchanged, his tone was calm, but his words were too tough to be questioned.

"Nonsense!" The high priest pointed to the portraits of successive city lords in front of the wall. Cen Mu had never seen such a ferocious face before, "How do you think your ancestors got the position of city lord? After they came to power, did they have any brothers?" ?Does your father have brothers? In this portrait, which generation has brothers?

Cen Mu!This is the curse of your Haicheng city lord, the Cen family can only survive one person for generations!

If you don't fight, you can only die! "

The high priest stood up, as if screaming, with white hair pouring from his shoulders, like a madman.

He's never had a gaffe like this before.

Cen Muxin lifted it up, and followed the direction of the high priest's finger, looking at the portraits.

The ancestors of the past dynasties quickly searched their history in their minds.However, none of their brothers survived.

Fate?

Or a curse?

The curse of the shark?

Cang Li's face unexpectedly appeared in Cen Mu's mind.

(End of this chapter)