he doesn't use a knife

He turned the jade wrench on his finger, frowned, and pursed his lips tightly.

A gust of wind blew up in the sky.

The wind was strong, and the flags closest to him were rattling.

Then he looked up to the sky.

The weather was nothing to look at.

There is no such thing as an unforgettable scenery here.

He looked a little stern.

Until someone pushed open the door, quickly walked four steps away from him, bowed and said: "Master Wu, there is news from Baiyang Villa."

So he moved.

He withdrew his hands, put his hands into his sleeves, lowered his eyes and asked, "What news?"

His voice was very crisp.

It's so crisp that it doesn't match his current age.

With such a face, he should be the father of many people, he is enough to be a grandfather, but he has a voice like a teenager.

The man lowered his head and said: "Someone in the north discovered that there is still an underground villa outside Baiyang Villa, in which many people from the Jianghu were imprisoned."

"Oh?" He raised his eyebrows, and said again, "That's all?"

The man said: "However, the person who discovered this matter claimed that he didn't want to scare the snake, so he didn't rescue him. Instead, he hoped that Baiyang Villa could stand up and give an explanation, or let the eight sects and Wulin League check together to prove the authenticity."

He looked into the distance indifferently, unmoved by such a weird thing.

But he was silent for a moment, then said again: "So?"

The man said: "Now there are countless gossips in the north, but no one dares to investigate. I am afraid that I will offend Baiyang Villa. The letter from the owner of Lizhuang... means that he can suppress this matter, I hope The eight sects work together to prevent this matter from spreading further."

"Hehe..." He lowered his head and laughed, and said lightly, "Li Mingda thinks very well."

The man asked: "...What does the dock master mean?"

He said: "Someone can spread this matter, which means that someone wants to make trouble for him. There are too many people in this Jianghu, but no one really dares to make trouble for him. Now, after all, someone wants to make him trouble... ...Then do you think that Li Mingda alone can suppress this matter?"

The man showed hesitation: "This...it seems impossible."

"That's right," he stood up, put his hand on the man's shoulder, his lips were dark and blue, "Li Mingda can't suppress this matter, the more he suppresses, the more likely he will get a worse result. But Does Li Mingda know or not? He may know, but he is putting all his eggs in one basket."

The man then asked: "Then according to Master Wu... Do we want to help with this matter?"

"Help?" He sneered, "When I asked other sects to help me, who helped me? The eight major sects? It sounds like a sympathy, but if it sounds bad, it's just each of them sweeping the door. It's beneficial Interesting, it’s a brother, no profit, it’s bullshit!”

As he spoke like this, his voice became more and more urgent, and in the end, it became a roar.

He sat back down again.

The jade wrench kept turning while rubbing his two fingers.

He breathed a sigh of relief and put on a smile again: "If you don't help, not only will I not help him, but I will also help those who want to trouble him. Everyone knows. I want everyone to know what Li Mingda has done, and I want everyone in the world to understand that no one in the world is clean."

The man said: "But, dock master...is there no turning point for this matter?"

"Turn around? What do you want?" He said coldly, "I was framed by someone in Meteor Wharf. It was rumored that I ordered the assassination of the young master of the Shenmeng Pavilion. I asked them to help me because of old love, but they didn't. Me. As long as there is one person who speaks a word for my Meteor Dock, where are the rumors and rumors in the world today, and where is my Meteor Dock?"

When he mentioned this matter, there was still raging anger in his heart.

As the dock master of Meteor Star Dock, Hong Yuquan has been extremely disappointed in the friendship between the eight sects recently.

The man asked again, "Then how should we help?"

Hong Yuquan said: "What I did in the past, I'm doing it now. Don't they like to clean up the door and do everything for themselves? Then let them play by themselves, I want to see, this matter teaches The world knows whether they can keep Baiyang Villa."

The man responded, took two steps back, and suddenly said: "Master Wu, but... Master Li... Will you confess to us?"

"Confess?" Hong Yuquan showed a very ferocious smile, "He'd better confess to me! Don't let any of the Eight Great Schools run away! They want me to die and lose my reputation in the world, a little god Mengge can bite me like a mad dog, I don't believe they know nothing about it! If they don't help me, then should I help them?"

"I have said long ago that the eight sects have been intertwined for many years, and they have long been inseparable! There is no need for a ninth sect! Now... it is just doing what should be done, and doing what should not be done. "

Hong Yuquan stared at the person in front of him, and asked in a low voice, "Are you afraid of death?"

The man was startled: "Wuzhu is kind to me, I was born as Wuzhu's man, and I will die as Wuzhu's ghost!"

Hong Yuquan smiled lightly: "Very good. Remember, this matter must be spread, and the more people know the better. Even if Li Mingda finally confesses us, that's not bad. We live together, and we die together. I'm willing to give up my life, and I'm willing to give up Meteorite Pier. But I don't know if my good brothers can give up."

Baiyang Villa is extremely quiet.

Sitting in his study, Li Mingda quietly listened to dozens of things, but he didn't really care about any of them.

Rumors spread everywhere in the north, but his reputation is still there, and no one dared to really check out his secrets.

He can avoid it for a while.

It may not be possible to escape for a lifetime.

Li Mingda already had a faint feeling that he might be standing on the edge of a cliff now.

Just wait for the people behind the scenes to reach out and push him, and he will be beyond redemption.

——This game doesn't look complicated.

Even he should have seen this game long ago.

However, he didn't look at it, and he didn't realize that he was actually very anxious.

But he never showed it.

This matter also needs to be mentioned that Ming Yuzhui walked out of the dungeon.

That was definitely the worst decision Li Mingda had ever made.

He shouldn't have let her out.

If she doesn't come out, he won't be discovered by her, nor will he be plotted by her.

Even if Ming Yuzhuan died, his heart quickly hung up while letting go of it for a moment.

Ming Yu Pendant must die.

But Ming Yuzhui told others his secret.

Only in this way will he be discovered where his secret lies.

Li Mingda has only one trusted confidant.

He used to be called Mr. Tianzhu, but now he calls him Azhu.

He told him his countless secrets.

Then after everyone left, Li Mingda called him to stop.

Azhu stayed in the study and asked in a low voice, "What did the master say?"

Li Mingda said: "Azhu, we may be about to fail."

Azhu said: "The owner, don't talk about frustration, everything is not yet the end, so it can't be called a failure."

Li Mingda said: "It's the end."

A Zhu frowned and looked up.

Li Mingda said: "I did one thing many years ago. I have always believed in retribution, but you have to know that people like to ask for a lot of things when they live in this world. When you die, you are dead. It's just a momentary thing... and I live and enjoy a day, which is a day of happiness."

Azhu asked: "What does the owner want me to do?"

Li Mingda sighed, waved his hand, and whispered to Ah Zhu...

A lot of leaves fell on the tree outside the window.

Come autumn, the tree always does.

Li Xingchen stared out of the window in a daze, his palm lightly pressed against the wound on his wrist.

He hides his hurt well.

No one found out.

But the physical injury was nothing. When the rumors came, Li Xingchen began to feel heartache.

Baiyang Villa is still Baiyang Villa.

He knows which rockery he climbed for fun, which brick and tile was replaced by him, which tree he took a nap, which pond he fed a few small fish, and which people gathered with him to guess the village. What kind of clothes will the Lord wear tomorrow, and who will be drunk and wept by him.

He remembered everything, and he knew it was true.

This is not his dream.

And he might be about to have a very horrific nightmare.

While he was thinking this way, Li Mingda came in from outside the house.

He noticed it, and quickly put down his sleeves, saying: "...Father."

Li Mingda agreed and sat down beside him.

Then he said, "Stretch out your hand."

Li Xingchen was a little nervous, he tried to stretch out his uninjured hand.

Li Mingda said: "I mean the other hand."

He could only bite the bullet and stretch out his hand.

Li Mingda held his fingers, pulled his arms closer to his body, opened his sleeves, and he could see the wounds he hadn't bandaged.

In fact, the knife did not cut deep.

But he didn't dare to use medicine, so he wrapped it with cloth strips secretly. Compared with the previous time, he is much better now, only looks a little hideous.

With a cold face, Li Mingda straightened the bandage, and began to apply medicine for him very carefully.

It was only at this time that Li Xingchen realized that there was an extra medicine box on the table.

He blinked, and the tip of his nose felt a little sour.

He stared blankly at the hands that carefully and gently applied the medicine and bandaged him, and finally even patted his arm with a sense of comfort.

Li Xingchen said: "Father..."

Li Mingda said: "Whether my son is injured or not, I know in my heart."

Li Xingchen's voice was completely choked in his throat.

Li Mingda asked: "Will you regret being my son?"

Li Xingchen's eyes turned red instantly.

Li Mingda sighed, and he said: "A broken mirror doesn't change its light... Orchid's death never changes its fragrance... In fact, the answer has already appeared from the very beginning."

Li Xingchen asked: "Are you talking about Xue Lanling?"

Li Mingda said: "A broken mirror will still shine, orchids will still smell good after death, the outside has changed, but the inside is still inside. I'm not talking about Xue Lanling... I'm talking about a long, long past."

Li Xingchen looked at him.

Li Mingda said: "Xing Chen, what do you want me to do?"

Li Xingchen knew that his asking such a question was a kind of tacit consent.

By default, he has done these things, and by default, all of them were ordered by him. He knows it well, and he never stops it.

Li Xingchen asked: "Will you admit your mistake?"

Li Mingda looked at him deeply, and replied: "There is no one in the world who needs to admit his mistakes. People can give everything for themselves. Conscience should be used on oneself, not given to others."

After saying this, he raised his hand and patted Li Xingchen's shoulder.

He slashed with the saber, and Li Xingchen fell down suddenly.

The author says:

As I said a long time ago, Li Mingda is not the only enemy of the leader, and what happened back then was not as simple as sister Tang Miao betraying the leader.

Li Mingda has no regrets, he is an egoist and will always choose what is best for him.

The leader emphasized that the mirror is broken but not changed, Guanglan is dead and not changed. It is not aimed at oneself, but at the past. This sentence does not refer to something in the past, but something in the past.

Of course, the foreshadowing is now laid and will not be fully revealed until the fifth volume.

After all, at this point in the chess game, it was only just closing the net. Li Mingda was the first to take revenge purely because he played the most at the beginning.