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Chapter 1377 Chapter 1377: The top-grade Wuhan family [asking for monthly votes]

The stronger the brave warrior, the more willful and powerful he is.

Gongyang Yongye was too lazy to wait for the enemy to respond, so he hurriedly gave instructions and disappeared without a trace. Luo San was so angry that he almost blew his beard and glared, and secretly cursed Gong Yang Yongye as a reckless and old man: "If I accidentally get captured and killed, I won't care. I can't afford to lose this person."

Luan Xin fell into his own world.

As soon as he came to his senses, he heard Luo Sancao complaining: "This man is very powerful, but he behaves in a disorganized and disorderly manner. Only Mr. Shen's magnanimity can tolerate him. If my soldiers..."

Luo San must loosen the opponent from skin to bones.

Luan Xin's allergies were almost healed, but he still looked a little sluggish, and the turbid atmosphere in this place made him feel uncomfortable from the bottom of his soul. He simply said a few words and went to rest and recuperate - the enemy intended to show off his power, so he would probably have to wait for a while. He only had a day and a half, so he didn't worry about delaying his business. When he woke up again, Luan Xin felt that his head was extremely heavy.

It felt like his neck was about to be broken.

It took a long time for him to feel better.

At this time, the sky outside the tent was as dark as ink, and the sounds of Luo San and Gong Yang Yongye talking in low voices could be vaguely heard outside the screen.

"...Xiang Laiqu was not imprisoned here...but the descendant of the Yuan family was...in great danger and almost discovered."

"I just said you are useless."

"Robert, if you have the ability, try it!"

The two of them argued in a low voice, and there was no conclusion until Luan Xin came out wearing a cloak. Seeing Luan Xin, Gongyang Yongye ended the useless argument and asked worriedly: "What's wrong with your face?"

He was too pale to look like a living person, and one could tell at a glance that he was empty both inside and outside.

It looked like he was seriously ill and was not recovering well.

Gongyang Yongye was startled when he thought of this. Wasn't Luan Xin just seriously ill? Robert, this barefoot quack is causing harm to people!

Dare to prescribe any medicine!

"Pass your hand over, I'll take a look at it again."

Luan Xin shouldn't be so weak, what's wrong with the medicine?

Luo Sanxiao smiled: "You are a quack doctor who is no better than me. When you prescribed the medicine, you said it would cure the disease. Now that you have tortured me, I feel even worse. If anything happens..."

It is true that there are specialties in surgery, but Gongyang Yongye specializes in andrology.

What strange rubella disease would he see?

Gongyang Yongye checked his pulse and found no problem. He asked Luan Xin if he felt no other discomfort except fatigue, and he felt relieved. Luan Xin straightened his sleeves and asked Gongyang Yongye what he had found during the day.

"As previously guessed, the central forces formed an alliance to eliminate hidden dangers, and the loss of the Kangguo enclave was exactly the result of their planning."

Luan Xin was a little numb to the word alliance.

"An alliance?"

It happens to be Kang Guo’s area of ​​expertise.

Gongyang Yongye was not optimistic, saying: "This situation is different from any previous ones and cannot be compared."

The Southwest Allied Forces are a group of countries in the southwest continent that have organized resistance. They are nominally a unit, but in fact they are fighting independently. Whether it is food, grass, or dispatch, each small individual has its own little idea. In the Dragon Slaying Bureau, which is causing great turmoil in the northwest, each warlord force has its own agenda. Just a little better than a plate of loose sand.

For this fragile relationship, attempts to alienate people are endless. If you find a breakthrough, you can break the surface and disintegrate the so-called alliance.

Luan Xin asked softly: "What's the difference?"

In the past, the countries in the northwest and southwest were not united, but the countries in the central continent are united? If we work together, we won't be in such a mess for so many years. Gongyang Yongye originally thought so, until he discovered a clue: "The camp flag is not the national title of each country."

It is not the country that controls the situation.

Gongyang Yongye said: "It's a noble family."

Except for a few small countries with little expansion power in the central continent, most of the powerful countries are controlled by more than a dozen big families, and the so-called kings are just pawns they use to play games. This group of people highly overlaps with the core of the Central Branch of the Society of Gods! Married and cooperated for hundreds of years, their interests are entangled. The alliance they led was far stronger than the alliance formed by the central countries.

Kang Guo's opponent is not the scattered Central Continent that seems to be one but actually fights independently, but the entire Central Continent!

Luan Xin was quite surprised: "Is that so?"

It sounds a bit tricky but not completely unsolvable.

Looking at this world, as long as a human being is capable of committing inhumane evil deeds, brothers are fighting against each other, and flesh and blood are fighting each other, are there too many of these stereotyped struggles? It can be seen that no matter how deeply entangled the interests of these so-called aristocratic families are, they are not completely integrated.

He asked again: "Which family is in charge?"

Gongyang Yongye said: "Mr. Zhao."

Each family recommended Zhao as the spokesperson for the Allied Forces.

This branch of the Zhao family has successively supported three powerful countries in central China. The children of the Zhao family have held important civil and military positions in the court, and their disciples and former officials are spread throughout the central continent. The Zhao family is like this, and other aristocratic families in the Allied Forces are not bad either. Speaking of this, Gongyang Yongye remembered a detail.

He said with emotion: "There is something quite strange. There are frequent wars in the northwest and southwest, so if you are lucky enough to inherit it for three or four generations, you can call it a 'rich family' or a 'high family'. Starting from the fifth generation, It is inevitable that they will become lonely due to the decline of talents. But these big families in the central continent are different. Every generation can have a few top-notch ones, as if they were favored by God. "

Cultivation talents are completely random.

Parents may be talented, but their children may be mediocre.

Families in the southwest and northwest are often left desolate because their talents cannot keep up. If one generation cannot keep up, the family will inevitably fail. In order to solve the problem and alleviate the decline, there was an existence like Chu Yao Luan Xin. Either find talented children from the private sector, win them over with kindness and gentleness, and let them help the family survive the difficult transition period, or directly adopt them and find a son-in-law...

Luo San: "How do you know that the geniuses of every generation are biological children? What if they were adopted from the public as their own children?"

As long as the family name can be passed down.

Gongyang Yongye said without curiosity: "Don't fight!"

Is it possible for one family to do this secretly, but for more than a dozen families to do this secretly? Gongyang Yongye is more likely to be produced by each family, but this cannot explain the genetic lottery in each generation. Luan Xin: "There are no poor families in the upper class, and there are no noble families in the lower class."

Somehow, he suddenly remembered this saying.

It is more like a prophecy than a spiritual message.

A prophecy that has caused controversy for more than two hundred years.

Seeing Luo San and the others looking at him, Luan Xin said: "This sentence has triggered two debates about 'family origin' and 'literary heart'. The former means that only one who is born in a noble family can become a noble family and be qualified to obtain the highest grade literary heart and the highest degree. Talent, the latter believes that literary level and cultivation talent have nothing to do with blood origin, they are all gifts from God. "

No matter how well-born the sons and daughters of high-ranking officials are, they may be trash, and the union of men and thieves and prostitutes in the city may give birth to masters.

Talent is random and not determined by birth.

The forces of the two parties are at odds with each other.

Luan Xin said softly: "If 'family origin' wins, it wouldn't be surprising if there are geniuses from generation to generation under Yan Ling."

This happens to be in line with the philosophy of this group of lunatics from the Society of Gods.

They are the masters who use all living beings as pawns for entertainment. "To say the least, is it really because of this that they can have children if they want to?" Gongyang Yongye was surprised and sad at the same time. He has been working hard for so many years and still has no children. Find a way to conceive one by yourself.

Do these families not have infertility problems?

Why should they take advantage of all the good things in the world?

Luan Xin: "..."

Is Gongyang Yongye’s focus too biased?

Luo San was impatient: "What's so difficult about having a baby?"

Luan Xin didn't want to be caught in the middle, so he abruptly changed the subject and returned to the right track: "Apart from this, are there any other discoveries?"

"There were crouching tigers and hidden dragons in the camp, and they were almost discovered."

The original plan was to find where Xiang Zhao was, and then conduct a sneak attack to kill the descendants of the Yuan family. If they couldn't be killed, they would also poison them, causing them to suffer from vomiting and diarrhea for a while, but the result was the opposite.

This answer made Luan's confidence sink slightly.

Anyone who can discover Gong Yang Yongye's traces, even if this person's strength is not greater than Gong Yang Yongye, is not far behind, he is a powerful enemy.

"The strength is not that strong, but the insight is first-class." Gongyang Yongye followed up and added, "I suspect that we were monitored by the other party as soon as we stepped into this place, and maybe our words were overheard by the other party. , clearly.”

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Luan Xin: "..."

Luo San also stared at him fiercely.

If you have this suspicion, why didn't you tell me earlier?

Fortunately, they didn't talk about anything substantive. If confidentiality was involved, wouldn't this be leaked? Gongyang Yongye said politely: "I said this is just my personal guess..."

Before he finished speaking, the energy of heaven and earth trembled slightly.

Then a male voice came: "Master Hou's guess is true."

Three people: "..."

Luo San stood up and looked for the person lurking in the dark: "Hiding in the dark and pretending to be a ghost, you might as well come out and see him."

There was clearly a trap set up inside the tent to prevent prying eyes.

If anyone peeks in, he will definitely be alarmed.

But until the man spoke out, his spirit was not touched.

"Why are you two princes angry?" The man's voice did not rise or fall at all. Sometimes it was as clear as a whisper in the ear, and sometimes it was as blurry as the distant sky. It slid from the left ear to the right ear, and from the right ear to the left ear. Just listening to it It makes people feel dizzy and dizzy, "The main tent is equipped with fine wine and delicious food, waiting for distinguished guests."

Luan Xin calmly looked at the sky outside: "Now?"

As he said this, someone outside the tent made a call.

It was the messenger soldier who came to invite Luan Xin and others to the banquet.

Although there is no good feast, I still want to go, even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead. He also wanted to take a look at the enemy's rhetoric and see how this enemy's army was different from previous enemies. Luan Xin adjusted his sword and said warmly, "Wait for a moment."

When Luan Xin arrived with people, the atmosphere at the table was not tense.

Except for a few people who looked at them, the others were chatting and laughing among themselves and seemed not to notice Luan Xin and others. The man sitting upright looked very young at first glance, with a pair of calm eyes that did not match his age: "Hurry up and get the messenger to sit down."

Luan Xin glanced at everyone at the table.

He couldn't tell the warriors, but the scribes' background could be revealed at a glance. These people came in an orderly manner, saving him trouble.

Luan Xin's eyes were dazzled.

The aristocratic families in the central region are really full of talents.

In the past few years, there were not many weird scribes, but there were five people squatting in this tent. How should he choose? It feels good to look at this, and it seems good to look at that.

Unfortunately, the permanent seats are limited, and it is a pity that he cannot take away all the scribes from these people. Luan Xin kept the out-of-print expression expressionlessly, and ruthlessly left three vacancies. During this period, he had to deal with the crowds of people armed with guns and sticks.

"I heard that Jun Luan was an official in Kangguo and paid homage to the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel, but he didn't get a title?" I don't know who was talking about it first, then he said with a half-smile, "It's just taking back a few insignificant captives. It's useful." Are you going to let the official minister, who is the leader of the six departments, take risks? However, I heard that the Kang Dynasty started from a young age and the ruler was from a humble background, so it is understandable to use people indiscriminately. "

But it was inappropriate for Luan Xin to just let things go.

Luan Xin glanced at this man's scribe's ways.

Copy, paste, delete.

Then he said unhurriedly: "My lord has never made mistakes in employing people. How can ordinary people know the subtleties of it? As for the title, since it is to uphold justice for the world, it is natural to wait for the day when the merits are perfect before rewarding them. How can we celebrate the merits halfway?" ?”

What Gu Chi said still makes sense.

[It’s a bad idea to open champagne at halftime. When you gain a huge advantage, you start to relax arrogantly. Be careful of being turned upside down! 】

Asked Gu Chi what champagne was, he said it was a fine wine.

Rewards based on merit will naturally have to wait until the end.

"Oh? I don't know what talent Luan Shangshu has. You must be the one to do this?" The man was stunned and was about to get angry. A middle-aged scribe with a neat goatee and some chubby cheeks followed and said, Eyes as cold as poisonous snakes looked directly at Luan Xin, scanning him back and forth, as if they wanted to see through him.

Looking at the way of the other party's scribes, Luan Xin was able to conclude that this person was as shady as Gu Chi: "There are many talents in the royal court, but there are so many people who are worthy of this position. It's not that Luan is the only one, it's just that some people used unreasonable methods. , I took Luan’s student, and as her teacher, of course I had to come and take my incompetent student back! I was so shameless as to intercept my colleague’s business.”

Luan Xin's words were gentle, unhurried and seemingly harmless.

But what he said can make the listener instantly angry.

And the more I listen to it, the more annoyed I get.

"Student of Luan Shangshu?"

"Items move, items come and go."

"Is there such a person?" The fat-faced middle-aged scribe pretended to be surprised, "There is a saying that I don't know whether to say or not. When two armies are fighting against each other, how can there be an upright or unfair saying? Some are just that the winner is king and the loser is. Kou. Luan Shangshu’s students must be young, so it’s reasonable for young people to be careless.”

Luan Xin sighed quietly, with a helpless tone.

"Looking at your age, I'm afraid you don't understand Luan's intention of licking the calf."

The fat-faced scribe was slightly startled at first, but when he understood the strangeness behind these words, his facial features almost became distorted. Luan Xin said that at his age, he didn't know how to care for a baby. Either he had no children, or he had no parents. Is the scolding so unpleasant?

But Luan Xin's expression was flawless. Maybe his words were just emotions and had no connotation. He was simply overthinking.

At this moment, the man sitting upright spoke. He looked at the Yuan family who had been silent all this time: "I have some impression of Luan Shangshu's students. They seem to be disciples of the Yuan family?"

Everyone looked at Luan Xin secretly.

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This year’s cherries are so delicious that I really don’t want to eat them... Is it my personal problem? I always get upset after eating too much?