[Comprehensive martial arts] Mr. Psychic Medium

Indeed, if you only look at the appearance, there is almost no difference between the son of the Southern King and the emperor. Even the twin brothers of the same mother may not be able to match the degree of similarity between the two of them. If you are not very familiar with someone, you may not be able to tell which one which one.

After Zhong Yanqiu said this, he didn't care about Lu Xiaofeng's funny face that his jaw was about to drop, and he finished the second half of the sentence on his own, "Nanwang probably wants to change his position."

"What... what!!" Lu Xiaofeng was so startled by his words that he almost fell under the stool. It wasn't because he was ignorant and mentally unable to bear it, it was because what Zhong Yanqiu said was beyond his imagination, even The most whimsical words on the street would not dare to write this kind of drama, "You...are you serious?"

"I'm not going to cheat you on this kind of thing." Zhong Yanqiu said with a smile, "If you don't believe it, just watch it, the King of Nan will definitely go to Beijing before autumn."

"I believe, I believe." If you want to talk about Lu Xiaofeng's advantages, then one of them is that he will always believe in his friends, no matter how shocking things his friends say, he will always have a big heart. Extremely sincere and trustworthy, but after Lu Xiaofeng finished speaking, he paused, rolled his eyes and asked, "So, have you met the emperor?"

"Many years ago... I met once." Zhong Yanqiu said, "But we met by chance, if he and Nan Wang's son were not so similar in appearance, I would not have recognized him."

Lu Xiaofeng smiled, Zhong Yanqiu is really not a person who is very good at lying, the so-called "coincidental encounter", one can tell that there is no silver 300 taels here to cover up, but he is not a person who likes to dig into the bottom of his friends' secrets People, so they avoided this topic lightly and skillfully, and only said: "You don't seem to be in a hurry at all?"

It stands to reason that no matter who knows this kind of thing, they shouldn't be able to sit still like this.

"You are not in a hurry." Zhong Yanqiu said.

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Don't forget, there is still Su Meng in the capital."

Strictly speaking, Lu Xiaofeng was still a young boy when Su Mengzhen was the most famous and was competing with Liufen and a half in the Golden Wind and Rain Building. Not many, but when he mentioned Su Mengzhen, he still couldn't help showing some respect.

Because in this era, the owner Su of the Golden Wind and Rain Building is a living myth. Even if he has not walked the rivers and lakes for many years, just mentioning this name will make people feel awe, and it is natural for them to feel that he is in the world. One day, the capital city will be an impenetrable iron bucket, even if it is a huge conspiracy, it will not be able to match his ability to turn clouds and rain.

Caught off guard when he mentioned Su Mengzhen, Zhong Yanqiu couldn't help being stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly and said, "Yes, there is also Su Mengzhen."

When he talked about Su Mengzhen, his tone was a little weird, as if he was talking about an old friend who had been reunited for a long time, but he also carried many unpredictable and subtle emotions, which were so weird that Lu Xiaofeng couldn't bear it. I couldn't help but look at him twice, but Zhong Yanqiu looked as usual.

Silently remembering Zhong Yanqiu's momentary gaffe in his heart, Lu Xiaofeng smiled very relaxedly on his face, calling for the six sons to bring more wine, and said: "I have some friendship with the people in Jinfengxiyulou in Wuyang City, I will go to find them tomorrow, no matter how it is said, it is always good to prepare early."

When he mentioned his friend, he became happy, and told Zhong Yanqiu over wine that he met Su Mengzhen by chance in the capital a few years ago.

Even for Lu Xiaofeng who has friends all over the world, being able to drink at the same table with Su Mengzhen is something worth bragging about until now.

While talking, Lu Xiaofeng began to talk about the famous deeds of Su Mengzhen. When he was talking, his beard was up and down, and he smiled like he had been rolling in the rivers and lakes for many years, and he had done many commendable things. The hero of the matter, on the contrary, is like the child lying outside the tavern listening to the storyteller telling the story of the ranger, his eyes are full of longing and longing.

He said, Zhong Yanqiu listened with a smile, and Lu Xiaofeng told Su Mengzhen about how he was chased and killed by Tsing Yi Building a few days ago. If his friend Huo Xiu hadn't intervened, he might still be killed Chasing it all over the world.

Zhong Yanqiu has always been a good listener, and Lu Xiaofeng kept talking and twittering until late at night when he couldn't hold back and yawned. The sixth son popped up at the right time, "The guest room is ready, Mr. Lu, please."

A high bed with soft pillows, lighted with a pinch of styrax, Lu Xiaofeng, who had been driving for several days, fell into a deep sleep as soon as his head touched the pillow.

Zhong Yanqiu was the only one left in the front yard, the cups and plates on the table were messed up, the wine had been drunk to the point where only empty bottles were left, and Lu Xiaofeng ate too much food. Gentle, as soon as Zhong Yanqiu looked up, he realized that the moon in the sky was already about to be full, and there was only a slight defect that was not obvious, which could not be seen without looking carefully.

There is wind passing by.

The leaves of the sycamore trees in the courtyard rustled and the cicadas sang.

Zhong Yanqiu held a wine glass in his hand, the wine in it had already been drunk, only a little residual wine was hanging on the wall of the glass, sliding down slowly.

He sat silently for a long time, then suddenly sighed softly, repeating the name Lu Xiaofeng mentioned just now.

"Su Meng Pillow..."

He couldn't remember how long he hadn't heard this name, or he consciously avoided all occasions where Su Mengzhen would appear, acting as if such a person didn't exist in the world.

"Finally willing to mention him?" Gong Jiu turned out from behind the sycamore tree, picked up the empty wine bottle and shook it in disgust, "I thought you would never mention it for the rest of your life."

Zhong Yanqiu looked intently at the residual wine in the glass as if he hadn't heard his words, "He's about to die."

It's not an interrogative sentence, but an affirmative sentence. Zhong Yanqiu seldom utters such an affirmative sentence, especially when it comes to future matters, his attitude is mostly ambiguous.

There is no way to change the future that is said.

"If he wasn't about to die, why would he be so lively recently?" Gong Jiu sneered, he was behaving like a "Gong Jiu" at this time, his hair was tied up meticulously, and his white clothes were neat and tidy There are no wrinkles, the outline is as cold as a knife and an axe, and the face is full of conceit, indifferent and resolute, and the eyes are high above, sharp like the blade.

Zhong Yanqiu's tone was erratic, "If he wasn't about to die, why would all the low-level thieves come out to play wild."

"He's going to die..."

Zhong Yanqiu said so with a look of tears and smiles.

"It's so ugly." Gong Jiu said, as if he had forgotten how he was so angry by Zhong Yanqiu that he fled speechless during the day, he looked at Zhong Yanqiu almost as condescendingly as he did during the day with.

At this time, Zhong Yanqiu lost his usual calmness, and he felt full of unease again, and there was an unrelenting depression in his heart, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

"Yeah, it's really ugly." Zhong Yanqiu said, he looked up at Gong Jiu, his eyes were dark with bottomless darkness, "It's really ugly."

His tone was more like muttering to himself, his eyes looked at Gong Jiu, his pupils were dilated and dark, and there was nothing in them.

He closed his eyes.

Gong Jiu suddenly felt the cold hair all over his body explode, that feeling was like being naked in the ice and snow and being blown by the cold wind, from the outside to the bone marrow, he always thought that danger would only arouse his ugly Desire made him yearn for the stimulation of pain, but at this moment, oppressed by this sense of danger, there was only one word echoing in his mind - escape!

It has been a long time since he has achieved a little success in martial arts, he has not experienced such a feeling of trembling all over his body, even his blood seems to be frozen into ice cubes, making him unable to breathe and almost dying of fear, Gong Jiu himself remembers Unclear, he gritted his teeth and stood where he was, his clothes soaked in cold sweat, bursts of biting cold.

"Have you ever regretted it?" He heard Zhong Yanqiu ask, his voice was erratic and his tone was blank.

"Never." Gong Jiu replied without hesitation, "Since the decision has been made, I have no room for regret."

"Even if you die here, you don't regret not running away just now?" Zhong Yanqiu asked.

That sense of oppression is even heavier.

Cold sweat dripped down Gong Jiu's face, but his eyes were extremely bright, even though every cell in his body was clamoring to run away, he still stood there stubbornly, with pale lips, It was as red as bleeding from his bite.

"No," he replied, and then added, "But you will."

"You will regret it beyond measure, like you did something terribly wrong."

Zhong Yanqiu will regret, feel at a loss, stand at the threshold of fate and drift with the tide, so weak that he is no different from most mediocre people in this world.

"So..." Gong Jiu looked at Zhong Yanqiu with cold and arrogant eyes, "I look down on you."

Obviously it was Zhong Yanqiu who was oppressing him, but at that moment it seemed like he was oppressing Zhong Yanqiu.

"I know." Zhong Yanqiu's tone was still without any anger.

That oppressive feeling is gone.

"I know." Zhong Yanqiu repeated.

Gong Jiu gave him a cold look, turned and left.

In the empty courtyard, there was no wind, but the leaves of the sycamore trees fell all over the ground.

Zhong Yanqiu looked at the fallen leaves all over the ground, and slowly finished the second half of the sentence.

"Why do I need you to think highly of me?"

As if he thought it was funny to say that, he pulled up the corner of his mouth and smiled.

His eyes were filled with endless blackness, and when he looked at the past from his perspective, it reflected countless "lines" extending infinitely towards the future.

Magnificent, bright, "destiny" that would eclipse even the sky full of stars and bright moon.

It's really beautiful.