"Brother Lou, do you really know nothing?"

Qiu Bodeng spoke from behind. Lou Jiang has a meal.

"Elder Qiu, what do you mean?" Lou Jiang turned around and stared at Qiu Bodeng's eyes, his expression was unusually cold, "Are you trying to say, what is my dissatisfaction with the Young Pavilion Master?"

Lu Jing looked at Qiu Bodeng and then at Lou Jiang.

Outside, there were lightning, thunder, and thunderstorms. He knows that Qiu Bodeng has always been very sharp and sensitive... This guy should know a lot of things, but he just ignores it because he is indifferent. But this conversation is still beyond Lu Jing's comprehension. For a while, can't do anything to be a conscientious puppet, so can only shut up nervously.

"You know it too, don't you? You are the armor Zuo Liangshi prepared for his son." The dice rolled between Qiu Bodeng's slender fingers, red and blue dots intertwined, "He was provoked, you have to defend it. His face, he encountered assassination, you have to rush up to block the sword for him. You are the first genius of Shanhai Pavilion, but you have to follow a waste young pavilion master and be his pawn and charioteer."

Following his words, the muscles on Lou Jiang's face twitched slightly, and the lines of his cheeks tightened one by one.

Qiu Bodeng didn't seem to see his livid look.

Turning his fingers, Shiraishi's dice was buckled in the palm of his hand.

"How long can something like kindness last?" Qiu Bodeng held his head, his tone was casual and casual, "I hesitated and even forgot that I should escort the young pavilion master to the Shanhai Hall... Are there many people trying to win you over? It's difficult. choice, right?"

The room was quiet.

Lou Jiang clenched his hands unknowingly, and his joints turned white.

Lu Jing looked at this side for a while, and looked at that side for a while.

In the end, he retreated behind Qiu Bodeng—mainly because he was afraid that this guy would speak too sharply, and Lou Jiang couldn't help beating him in the end. But on the other hand... Judging from Lou Jiang's reaction, Young Master Qiu seems to be right.

Lu Jing's mind was a little messy.

It is true that, as a qualified dude, Lu Jing has long been accustomed to a group of people huddled around, but Loujiang is different.

Lou Jiang is also a person who has gone through life and death with them, and is also a friend... Although Lou Jiang always plays the role of "Old Mother", but without the old mother, wouldn't the daily life of the playboys be a mess? But think about it from Loujiang's point of view... They are the first genius of Shanhai Pavilion, and they are completely different elites. If they are placed in other schools, their eyes will grow to the top of their foreheads. Isn't that Ying Yuqiao a genius? A clear example? Why should you be drunk by a piece of junk?

But Lu Jing didn't know what to do or what to say.

For the first time, he knew that there would be conflicts between friends.

One side is this friend, the other is that friend, where do you want to stand? What are you going to measure? Take the depth of friendship, or take right and wrong?

"If you have made a choice," Qiu Bodeng looked out the window, "let's go while he's not around."

...Fortunately, Fatty Zuo went to the Laozige meeting.

Lu Jing thought.

If Zuo Yue was born, it would be difficult to bring this matter out directly... But letting it hide there, letting Lou Jiang wander and hesitate by himself, is like letting a wound become a pustule, and in the end, it is difficult for anyone to turn back. But it's not necessarily "fortunate", Qiu Bodeng is actually very careful sometimes.

Or, as long as he wants to, he can be more careful than anyone else.

But the fat man will still be very sad, right?

All right.

Lu Jing admitted that he would also be a little sad, just a little...

Unexpected.

After a long time, Lou Jiang's face was ashen, and he asked a completely irrelevant question: "Elder Qiu, you don't look down on Shanhai Pavilion, do you?"

Lu Jing was greatly surprised, where is this going?

"is not it?"

Lou Jiang asked coldly.

"Yes."

"Why?" Lou Jiang continued to ask calmly.

Qiu Bodeng retracted his gaze and suddenly laughed: "Although you were surprised by what happened in Licheng, you quickly accepted the fact that 'this kind of thing happened in Shanhaige'. Why? Because you know similar things... ...Or rather, you know exactly what the current Shanhai Pavilion looks like."

"The rice in Licheng is as precious as gold, and there are so many people who died of starvation. It's really strange. Your mountain and sea pavilions are the richest in the world, and the pearls are lamps and jades. Can't do it? It can be done, but in your Shanhaige's heart, Licheng is already a dead city... Why waste food and material resources for a dead city? Many people want Licheng to die quickly? Continue to stick in their hearts for a day, remind some of them how much benefit they received from Kongsang, and remind some of them how incompetent and cowardly they were back then."

The candlelight made his eyebrows look unparalleled, but his words were as mean as a knife.

"One tube can see the sky, and one lily can measure the sea."

"Greed without limit, close your ears and eyes."

"Dead mountains and dry seas."

Qiu Bodeng raised his eyes, beautiful black pupils with a cold smile.

"How can such a Shanhai Pavilion be looked down upon?"

Lightning ignites heaven and earth, and gusts of wind carry heavy rain.

…………………………

The rain hit the top of Chongyan Xieshan Mountain, making a crisp sound, but it could not be transmitted into the hall.

The Shanhai Hall is nine rooms wide, with thirty-two columns, engraved with golden crows and floating clouds, and the top of the pillars is set with a bucket of three liters. There are thousands of candles in the hall, and copper cases with wrong gold and silver patterns are lined up in sequence. After each copper case sits a person who has the right to participate in the decision of the fate of Shanhai Pavilion. Everyone's faces are illuminated by candlelight. There was a gust of wind and rain outside, and the hall was silent and solemn.