Zhe Jinchun

Chapter 330

Mo San looked at Huan Zicheng for a long time, there was no difference on his face, but his heart felt a little cold.

In terms of age, Huan Zicheng is more than a round younger than him. In terms of experience, Mo San traveled all over the world when he was young, while Huan Zicheng has lived in Liaoxi County since he was a child. It is said that he studies all day and is aloof.It stands to reason that Huan Zicheng should be at a disadvantage in terms of momentum and behavior.

However, it was only after these few contacts recently that Mo San knew that the rumors were not credible.Huan Zicheng is indeed noble, but not dust-free.

On the contrary, the insidiousness and coldness in his actions, as well as the shockingly sophisticated calculations, can almost be described as sophisticated.

This is very surprising.

At such a young age, he almost grew up in the countryside. Even if he is a child of the Guan clan with extraordinary upbringing, it is not easy to develop a noble and pure temperament, but this Huan Zicheng is in such a noble place. In addition, there is no such thing as viciousness or even ruthlessness, and an ordinary clan leader may not have such methods as him.

Mo San always felt that every time he saw Huan Zicheng, he would be more confused.

"For the remaining [-] dead men, sir, let's keep a few housekeepers." The dumb slave's indifferent voice brought Mo San back to his mind.

"How many?" He subconsciously repeated, with a surprised expression on his face, he raised his eyebrows and looked at Huan Zicheng, "What does Mr. Lang mean, you all want the rest?"

Huan Zicheng nodded, his eyes were ice-cold: "I'm useful. Mr. choose first, and the number of people should not exceed five."

The meaning in the words, Mo San can only choose five people from those dead men.

Hearing this, Mo San frowned a pair of pale brows, a little puzzled on his face: "Why? Liaoxi County is so remote, and the Huan family still needs dead men?"

Huan Dalang won't be able to carry out another large-scale assassination, right?
In fact, according to Mo San's intention, even if the Huan family recovers in the future and returns to Dadu, they don't need these dead men.

Who is the Huan family?That is the Da Chenguan clan, even though there are no dead warriors in the clan, there are countless masters and masters who are proficient in martial arts.

What is the use of these dead men?

Mo San was very puzzled.

As for Huan Zicheng's assassination of the princes of Da Chen, he was not much surprised.

Their Mo family originated in the former Qin Dynasty, when the former Qin Dynasty was destroyed, and the old country was ruined, there was a family rule in the Mo clan, and the Mo clan's children could assist those they wanted to assist, but it was only their own behavior, while the Mo clan, but It will never be attached to any party.

The Mo family is independent and transcends the Three Kingdoms.Even if there are five more kingdoms, ten kingdoms, or a unified world in the future, the Mo family will never come forward to assist anyone in the name of the family.

Therefore, even though he was in the Chen country, Mo San helped Huan Zicheng plan the assassination, but he had nothing to worry about, and he didn't take the Chen country's royal family seriously.

"In this battle, all four members of Zun's Mansion retreated completely, and all the dead men died. From what I see, leaving these dead men is just a dozen more mouths to eat." Mo San said , with a slight smile on his face.

This time, the Huan family only sent four people to Beijing for the assassination, and the rest were all dead soldiers of the Mohist family.From the results afterwards, the people sent by the Huan family were still very effective, but these so-called dead men were really dead.

In fact, the martial arts skills of these dead warriors are very average, nothing more than they have been fed medicine since they were young, and they have become puppets who only obey their masters.And when it comes to real usefulness, the sum of twenty dead warriors is not as effective as one master of martial arts.

Leaving aside the Huan family's martial arts masters, Huan Zicheng wanted to keep the dead soldiers. It is conceivable that he must be planning something again, and these dead soldiers will never return once they are in his hands.

Mo San was really in pain.

The people from the Mohist branch who stayed in Zhao State valued money more than anything else, and they would not send the dead men over unless they had spent enough money.However, the remaining gold in Mo San's hand was to be used to recruit the Mo clan's disciples, so it couldn't all be spent on buying dead soldiers.

That's why Mo San tried his best to lobby Huan Zicheng, trying to get him to give up the remaining dead soldiers.

Hearing what he said, Huan Zicheng's face was calm, the corners of his lips moved slightly, and said: "In August and September, sir will find out. Besides, there will be changes in next spring or late summer."

When Mo San heard the words, his face became a little uncomfortable.

Destiny theorem, geomantic omen, this should be what the Mo family is best at.However, in front of Huan Zicheng, he couldn't take this air.

The Mohist's most quintessential art of organs and public opinion was lost more than 30 years ago. Even if there are still one or two people who know this way, they are only proficient but not proficient, and they can't even compare with ordinary spells.

But in these matters, Huan Zicheng is better than him, a Mohist disciple, from the initial treasure hunting, to the previous layout and assassination, and even the vague prediction of future events at this moment. He is much stronger than Mo San, and seems to be more like the Mo family than him, a Mo family member.

"So, I'm talking too much." Mo San smiled self-deprecatingly, but his kind drooping eyes were fixed on Huan Zicheng's body, and the sharpness in his eyes was as sharp as a needle, "But I don't know, the words of the gentleman, Where should it be?"

What will happen this August or September?

And next year from spring to summer, what will happen?
Why is Huan Zicheng so determined?

What is he going to do next?
A series of questions gathered in his mind, making Mo San's expression extremely solemn.

Huan Zicheng never looked at him at all.

His icy eyes were cast straight to the few stalks of bamboo not far away.

At that moment, his expression contained a slight trace of weariness.

"It's bad luck if it happens on the eighth day. It's warm in the coming year, so it's advisable to go." After saying these twelve words lightly, he stood up.

Mo San sat without moving, just looking at him intently.

Huan Zicheng's stature is extremely high, slender and handsome, he looks like a white birch from a distance, and a green bamboo up close, which fits perfectly with his cold and cold temperament.

It's a pity that such a handsome face will eventually be scattered in this remote Liaoxi County, like a night walk in a brocade, no one will know.

For no reason, Mo San felt dejected, paused, and then thought of seeing off the guests.

"The rest of the things have already been delivered, and I hope everything will be safe for you, sir." Standing straight up, he said slowly to Huan Zicheng, the question in his tone had long since disappeared, only the rest was peaceful.

In addition to those dead men, Huan Zicheng also asked the Mo family for a very rare poisonous needle, but he didn't know what to do with it, Mo San was very curious about it.

But he knew that no matter how much he asked at this time, he would not be able to get a result.

After all, the treasure has already been obtained, Huan Zicheng has nothing to do with him even if he is doing something big.

With a faint smile on his face, Mo San bowed his hands to Huan Zicheng to say goodbye, and his attitude had returned to the original calm and polite manner.

Huan Zicheng also raised his hand in salute, and immediately led the mute slave out of the courtyard, and soon walked through the hall and came to the door.

　Thank you for the safety charm of Yuhuachunni children's shoes, and thank you for voting for me.Seeing a relative talk about the problem of dropping the book bag, I burst into tears. The author is not showing off, but based on the characters. The children of noble families and children from aristocratic families have received good education. If you don’t let this kind of person drop the book bag, it’s like not It is impossible for the rich second generation to show off their wealth.In the same way, if you put a knife on the heads of people like Aju and Akui, they will not be able to utter a single sentence of classical Chinese.I think that with different characters, the tone and words of the dialogue should also be different accordingly. I will try to write the difference. I don’t mean to show off on purpose. I hope everyone expresses misunderstandings.

　　
　
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