In a certain inner lake, Gui took another breath and stared at the stalemate outside the brow chakra.

Two Confucian scholars, one young and one old, are still engaged in a game.

Currently, in its view, this game is dangerous and unequal.

Zhao Rong only had one chance, and he couldn't lose. Once the suspicious Qin Jianfu caught even the slightest flaw, or made him make up his mind to take a gamble, this empty city plan would immediately turn into a desperate plan.

Qin Jianfu's suspicion and hesitation were only temporary after all. This old guy was not a fool and would always make other moves to test Zhao Rong.

So there is no reason to keep talking about empty city tactics? As long as you can't scare the opponent away for the first time, but are surrounded by hesitant wood wolves looking for opportunities, then sooner or later the secret will be exposed, and the courageous one will pounce on it and tear it apart.

Break the last fragile veil.

In the face of the huge disparity between the enemy and ourselves, all strategies are actually false, and the initiative is in the hands of the opponent...

In the eyes of Sword Spirit, this is the current situation of Zhao Rong.

Seeing the old man outside who was bowing his head and becoming more and more silent, and hearing the hearty laughter coming from someone outside, it couldn't help but turn its head and look into the latter's heart.

Even though he was laughing wantonly, his mind remained calm and deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Is Zhao Rong going to delay this until Zhao Qian'er and the others move in to help? But... is it really good to 'tease' the old guy so much? A bluff is actually enough, and going too far is never enough. Has he forgotten this principle?

Gui frowned and muttered, his heart was a little worried again, and he hesitated to persuade Zhao Rong.

But at this moment, someone seemed to be deliberately trying to confront the sword spirit.

Zhao Rong leaned forward, pointed the end of his scabbard at Qin Jianfu, who was bowing his head in silence, and said with a smile:

"A great man, an old thief with a gray beard. As a Confucian, he only cares about the food and clothing of the Wei Dynasty; as a minister, he indulges his evil sons and harms the people! As a father, he is greedy and abandons his son when disaster strikes; he lives in this world with only the golden elixir to cultivate himself, and is in vain to study as a Confucian sage...

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The one-armed Confucian scholar looked solemn and straight, looking directly at the disfigured old man from Siqi Academy in front of him, the tip of his scabbard pointing straight at:

"You are an old thief, a cowardly little kid. You are lucky enough to survive. If you don't hide and keep your head down, how dare you come in front of me and show off your power with pride! How can a bereaved old dog look like it is barking in front of me?"

"…………"

The atmosphere in the hall fell silent for a moment.

A thunderous scolding pointed directly at the deep wounds in an old man's heart.

Qin Jianfu lowered his head and stared at the flickering candle flame between the two fingers of his right hand.

His face could not be seen clearly, only some mutterings could be heard floating in the hall.

"A great man... a gray beard... an old thief... a Confucian... a minister... a father... reading the books of sages in vain... losing his family... an old dog..."

The air became quiet.

Qin Jianfu took back his right foot that was about to step into the line, stopped half a step away, raised his head, and asked.

"Is there any more?"

The old man looked at the one-armed Confucian scholar.

Zhao Rong glanced at Qin Jianfu's retracted steps.

Laughed.

He raised the back of his hand, wiped his blood-stained face vigorously, and raised his chin, revealing a row of dazzling white teeth.

The smile is bright and ready to speak.

An old man twisted the candle with two fingers, lowered his head, and gently blew the flame of the candle forward.

Then.

The face of the one-armed Confucian scholar was ‘lit’.

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Chapter completed!