The cold God of War Prince is passionate about the peasant wife

At this time, the little Zai closed the book, looked at the crowd, and said: "Look at the appearance by holding on to the shape, and you can see the leopard in the tube. It does not separate from the shape, does not adhere to the law, sees the invisible, and hears the silent, the appearance is good."

The little guy still has a milky voice, but every word he speaks is precise and clear.

The noisy disciples couldn't help but pause and look at the little Zai.

"What shape, what appearance, what does this child say?"

"I do not know!"

The disciples were surrounded, but the eyes of a few leaders looking at little Zai changed slightly.

Not that they don’t understand.

Most of the tomb robbers are poor people. Let alone study, they don't even have enough to eat.

I can't even dream of being able to read and write!

At this time, the little Zai said slowly: "To judge a person only by his appearance is like looking at a leopard through a small hole in a bamboo tube. You can only see part of the thing, but not the whole thing. Only Only by not dividing the form, not sticking to methods, observing from the "invisible" and identifying from the "silent" can we truly recognize people."

The disciples were stunned for a while after hearing this.

This was the first time they heard such enigmatic words, and they couldn't help scratching their heads: "It makes sense, that seems to be what happened!"

When they looked at the little boy again, their expressions showed approval.

It seems that this young master is not pretending to read, he really likes reading and he really understands the contents of the book.

Young and smart.

But the disciples still protested to Wu Zibo, but their voices were much softer.

"Master Wu, this young master from the Duke's Mansion is indeed smart, but he can't be our leader!"

"Yes!"

……

If such a smart young master is willing to be their leader when he grows up, they won't object.

That must be a promising one.

But right now...

The disciples looked at the little boy who looked like a small glutinous rice dumpling and couldn't help but shake their heads. This... is really too small!

But this time Wu Zibo didn't speak in a hurry.

He just looked at the little boy. He knew that both children were smart and clever, but he wanted to see how smart these two children really were.

Only saw:

The little boy stepped forward with his little hands behind his back.

He looked at everyone.

The little man was neither afraid nor panicked. He was calm and calm.

He said: "When you choose a leader, should you choose his age or his talent to see where he can lead you?"

Everyone froze.

I never expected that a little breasted dumpling would ask such a sharp question.

The little boy continued: "Forty years ago, the tomb robbers suffered heavy losses due to the competition and oppression from various forces. So, you hid in this ancient tomb and did not dare to reappear in the world."

All the disciples were dumbfounded.

This... this little milk baby knows about what happened forty years ago?

"But have you ever thought about it? You can hide for a while, but you can't hide for a lifetime. If you keep hiding, no matter how hidden the ancient tomb is, it will still be found one day."

"What will you do then?"

Little Zai stared at everyone and asked, "Are you letting the tragedy of forty years ago happen again?"

The little boy's question was shocking.

Wu Zibo suddenly looked at the little Zai.

Since he succeeded as the head of the Faqiu Sect and led the line of tomb robbers.

All he thinks about is how to escape the world.

But, no matter how hidden a place is, it will eventually be found.

So, what should we do when that day comes?
Am I a fish and meat, and he is a knife?

Half the people die again?
Or, more deaths?

A word to awaken the dreamer.

Wu Zibo felt his heart beating suddenly. (End of chapter)