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If thick-skinned can also become a master, then Ling Xun's Taoism may have existed for thousands of years.I've never seen anyone who can be so righteous when a lie is exposed like him.

I don't know which sentence touched him, after all, Mu Jiu didn't hit the cheeky guy who opened his eyes and said nonsense directly, but just gently brushed Ling Xun's hand away calmly, and sat back in his original position.

Now that the original shape had been revealed, Ling Xun simply broke the pot and smashed it. He went out early in the morning, his stomach was growling with hunger, so he picked out a plate of snacks, leaned against the desk to eat, and ate with Compared with the man sitting on the opposite side, he looked like a puddle of ooze.

At this moment, clear snow was falling outside the pavilion, and charcoal was being baked under the pavilion. Sitting on the ground in the winter not only didn’t feel cold, but was warmer, and it felt more comfortable to iron. Paired with half a cup of tea, I finally felt that my stomach was filled, and I couldn't help but squint my eyes comfortably.

From the beginning to the end, Mu Jiu never interrupted, just quietly waiting for Ling Xun to finish eating.

Ling Xun knew that the Patriarch of the Mu family had been watching him, but he didn't feel embarrassed at all. He didn't seem to remember such a person sitting in front of him until he was full, and said with a smile: "Mr. Mu laughed."

"Master Feng is willing to treat each other frankly, it is Mu's honor."

Originally, he was deliberately flirting with words and deeds, but he did not expect the head of the Mu family to react like this. Ling Xun was slightly stunned, and finally restrained his frivolity, and sat up straight. Every word that comes down will not be around the corner again."

Mu Jiu nodded slightly, "I am willing to listen with all my ears."

"To be honest, Wuge came here this time to ask Mr. to follow me into Qingping Mountain." Ling Xun really spoke bluntly, directly explaining the purpose of coming.

When other people pay respects to talented people, they always invite them to be the guests of the curtain, promising high officials and generous salary, Ling Xun is good, but when he opens his mouth, he wants to abduct him into the den of bandits.No matter how thick-skinned he was, he couldn't help but feel anxious, and he couldn't help observing the expression of the Patriarch of the Mu family carefully after he finished speaking.

But Mu Jiu's expression is always light, but not cold, as if there is no trace of the spring breeze, and it is rare for people to get a clue.

Ling Xun saw that the other party did not show contempt and disdain, and said again: "Wu Ge knows that with Mr.'s talent, all the heroes in the world are eager to get Mr.'s help. Qingping Mountain is just a tiny place where bandits gather. There is no city, pool, or official. A soldier, you shouldn’t have such ignorant thoughts. It’s just that Wuge recently discovered that apart from revealing his identity as a formation mage in front of Wuge, Mr. Wuge didn’t reveal it to others. So Wuge dared to speculate whether Mr. was also worried because of this. Want to choose the same kind to conspire with great things?"

The tentative meaning of these words could not be more obvious, but Mu Jiu still didn't change his expression, as if Ling Xun was just talking to him, which was worthy of his thinking, but he couldn't disturb his mind.

Ling Xun gritted his teeth secretly, thinking that it wasn't that his tricks were not bright enough, but that the enemy was too cunning, so that he couldn't see why, and couldn't grasp the initiative at all, so he could only use his trickery skills as a profiteer back then, and began to give the opponent Draw pie.

"Currently, Chen Bing from Liangzhou has invaded the Gyeonggi area. Although the momentum is fierce, the battle line is too long. He is also a bird in the early days that everyone is calling for. But the capital city was burnt to the ground, and Qin Chao hijacked the young emperor and fled to Luoyang. The world was in chaos, and the imperial court was powerless, so it would inevitably lose control of the place. Besides, Yizhou, the road to Shu is difficult, with mountain barriers, and the local shepherds are cowardly. Short-sighted, they have always lived in a corner and are unwilling to participate in external disputes. Therefore, there will be no major disturbances in Liang, Beijing, and Yi in a short period of time. Qingping Mountain seems inconspicuous, but it happens to be at the intersection of the three realms. It is also easy to defend and difficult to attack. You can sit back and watch the fire from the other side to reap the benefits of the fishermen without worrying about being affected by the ensuing war in the Central Plains. When the time is right, you can use the mountains as a base to attack the Hanzhong Plain, go south to take Yizhou, and then go east to Jingzhou , if you can get the help of your husband, you will be able to achieve dominance in the near future."

Ling Xun, with his three-inch tongue, turned a mountain bag into a geomantic treasure. It made sense at first glance, and there was no way to refute it.Seeing that the Patriarch of the Mu family listened seriously, Ling Xun became more interested, dipped his fingers in hot tea, drew a topographic map on the table, analyzed it with the method of formation, and looked forward to the Qingping Mountain with reasonable grounds. With a bright future, it seems that if you don't take advantage of this time to join the group, you will lose a great opportunity.

After talking for a while, Ling Xun spoke so dryly that he realized that the Patriarch of the Mu family, who was the audience, didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, so he couldn't help but shut up embarrassingly.He didn't know whether he realized that he was playing tricks, or was roasted by the warm dragon under his buttocks, his fair cheeks were slightly flushed, and his eyes were also very bright.

"After talking so much, Mr. Feng still hasn't explained why he came here." Seeing that Ling Xun was not going to say any more, Mu Jiu raised his hand and poured him a cup of tea. Although there was no smile on his lips, his voice was very gentle, and there was no sign of sarcasm meaning.

Ling Xun was a little puzzled, wondering whether he had a problem with his expression or the other party's ears. After talking so much, why didn't he understand?

I want you, I want your people, your talents, your heart, I want you to protect me, obey me, assist me, and help me avenge my hatred and conquer the world.

Does it have to be so straightforward?

The language pays attention to art, although the meaning is probably the same, but Ling Xun can't really say such a sticky word.

Just when Ling Xun didn't know how to answer, Mu Jiu spoke again: "As far as I know, the master of Qingping Mountain is not Mr. Feng."

Ling Xun became more and more confused.

Where is this from?

Mu Jiu looked directly into Ling Xun's eyes with a calm expression, but what he said stunned Ling Xun: "Young Master Feng invited me to Qingping Mountain, but I only want to serve you as the master."

The sun was setting, and the visitors waiting outside the gate of Mu's thatched cottage never expected that the first wave of people to be let in was also the last one to let in today. It was almost dark, and the old craftsman from before also came out But the little boy with thin skin and tender flesh and a fox face didn't come out, and he didn't know what he was doing inside.

Tong'er, the door god of the Mu family, came out to bid farewell to the guests with a basket full of kits.

I don't know what's in that small kit. The visitors who took the trip in vain took the kit, and the depression on their faces was swept away, as if they got some rare treasures, although they couldn't see it. Mr. Sichen felt a little regretful, but he also left happily.

Until the people gradually disappeared, Yuan Xi still did not leave, pacing back and forth outside the Mu's thatched cottage, feeling rather complicated in his heart.

The entourage watched the young master's expression, although he was afraid that it would be dark and it would be difficult to travel, he did not dare to go forward to urge him, after all, as the governor of Jingzhou, he was shut down, it was really embarrassing, and he might be caught by the young master when he went back. How to laugh at it, the second young master has a bad temper to begin with, and no one wants to touch him at a time like this.

Yuan Xi almost leveled the snow-melting and muddy dirt road in front of the thatched house, holding the brocade bag in his hand, and looked at the gate from time to time. If he didn't care about Mu Huaifeng's reputation, he didn't dare to be rude to celebrities, and wished he could just rush in and kill the man with the surname The wind's son of a bitch pulled it out.

Agitated, he opened the kit given by the Mu family, and saw that it was just a plausible prophecy, so he didn't take it to heart, put it in his arms randomly, and started pacing around like a donkey pulling a mill, thinking But he was muttering: What kind of coquettish tricks did Feng Wuge use to get in so shamelessly that he has not been thrown out until now? Could it be that someone took a fancy to his hue and dragged him directly to warm the bed?

It seems that I heard that Mu Huaifeng is good at Longyang...

Thinking of this, Yuan Xi's face became even darker.