The momentum outside the house is like a knife and a sword, but the inside is peaceful and quiet.

Bamboo tables, tables, chairs, bamboo tables, and old kettles are croaking on the stove and steaming.

The old man picked up a small handful of tea leaves from the tea bucket and put them into the tea cup. He poured the boiling water in it, and the tea leaves rotated in the tea cup.

"This year's spring tea is made by myself, and it is the first time I took it out to entertain guests."

Nalan Zijian lowered his head and waved his hand to suffocate the fragrance.

"The old man is so like a hermit."

The old man smiled, "This word 'so' is used well, but it is not after all."

Nalan Zijian raised his head, opened his fingers, and placed his hands in front of the stove.

"I don't hesitate to expose such an important piece of Aying, just to meet me, this account seems a bit unprofitable."

The old man picked up the tea cup and gently blew the tea leaves floating on it, and took a sip.

He said lightly: "For a sister who has no feelings, I dare to take the risk. This account seems to be a bit unprofitable."

Nalan Zijian looked at the old man with a smile, "Because I know you won't kill me."

The old man twitched the corners of his mouth and shook his head. The teacup in his hand suddenly loosened, and his palm suddenly slapped at Nalanzi's Jian's door.

The tea cup fell on the bamboo platform, and the tea inside just rippled slightly, and a drop did not spill out. The old man's palm stopped in front of Nalan Zijian's eyes and had already touched his eyelashes.

Nalan Zijian did not dodge or avoid, and he didn't even blink his eyes.

The old man slowly withdrew his palm and picked up the teacup again.

Nalan Zijian took out a tissue from his pocket and wiped the nosebleed from the powerful aura.

"Old sir, you scared me."

The old man stared at Nalan Zijian's eyes in a daze, and after a long time, he said lightly: "I look calm and I don't look scared at all. If I release my internal energy from this palm, my life will be gone."

Nalan Zijian picked up the teacup and took a sip, and said, "I don't know what internal and external qi are, this tea is really good."

The old man's eyes showed a faint praise, "You know too much and you insist on it. I have enough reason to kill you."

"Aying and I have been together for fourteen years. Sometimes we know her even better than knowing myself. I still have this confidence."

"So you think that although Aying is an undercover agent, she won't take your life"?

Nalan Zijian put down the teacup and smiled bitterly: "Aying, I deliberately made the little girl's business."

What I told her was not just giving her a chance, but actually giving me a chance."

The old man looked at Nalan Zijian indifferently, "I didn't expect you to be a passionate seed."

"The sentimentality is always disturbed by ruthlessness, it is just a self-deception."

The old man lifted the kettle and added boiling water, and said lightly: "I have indeed promised that Aying would not hurt your life, but have you ever thought about it? What if I was lying to her?"

Nalan Zijian frowned slightly, "The world is in a state of change. No matter how smart a person is, he cannot calculate everything in his heart. When encountering some joints that cannot be seen clearly, sometimes he has to take a gamble."

The old man said lightly, "How much did Jin Buhuan know, how much did he tell you?"

Nalan Zijian looked up at the old man and asked back, "Isn't he in your hands?"

The old man shook his head, "The biggest risk for a girl to be an undercover agent, and she is prone to worry. Ah Young, I'm worried that Kim Buhuan will fall into our hands and you will be in danger of your life. When I arrived, Kim Buhuan had already been let go by her."

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A slight anger appeared on Nalan Zijian's face, "You hit the palm on her body?"

The old man nodded, "You are so smart and don't be a little bit like, will you be suspicious?" He paused, "But it was just a spoiler, and you still saw it."

Nalan Zijian frowned slightly and said lightly: "Tell me this, don't be afraid that I won't tell the truth."

The old man smiled, "Sincerity is worth a thousand gold, I don't like to hide it."

Nalan Zijian stared at the old man's eyes with half-squinted eyes, and after a while, he said lightly: "Lu Qingfeng was once one of your four major walks. He told Jin Buhuan everything he knew."

There was no special change in the old man's eyes, as if he had known it.

"So you know everything"?

"The four major walkers are all masters at the peak of martial arts. They are not affiliated with each other and cooperate with each other. Each of you has a large number of people in your hands. They negotiate privately, secretly undercover, have a large number of other people's handles, and are specifically responsible for dealing with shamelessness.

There are four transmitters corresponding to the matter of light, who are specifically responsible for uploading and downloading information."

"What else?" the old man tasted the tea and asked.

Nalan Zijian smiled faintly, "Where does a group of martial artists get such great energy?"

The old man said lightly: "Didn't Jin Buhuan tell you who is behind us?"

Nalan Zijian picked up the teacup and drank it all, "can create a network that can influence the development of a large group company."

, how could the sucked blood be transported overseas quietly, how could it be an ordinary person, and how could it be easy for a few martial artists to see the true face? You are just a group of dogs raised by others."

The old man laughed, and his laughter was vast.

"The four passers-by rarely appear in person, and they will be replaced every time."

Nalan Zijian's mouth curled up slightly, and the old man's expression could not be seen, but there was no flaw in his eyes.

"You have never thought of checking these transmitters."

"The transmitter is the person who conveys information and is also the person in the organization. Every organization has rules. The first iron rule is that you cannot be curious."

Nalan Zijian smiled, "But you already have curiosity"?

The old man nodded, "Do you know how much wealth we have hoarded over the years?"

"You know"?

The old man shook his head, "I don't know either, but I think it should be worth several Nalan's family."

Nalan Zijian stared at the old man in a daze, "The fat meat is too delicious, the dog wants to bite the owner."

The old man frowned slightly, and moved the black mask slightly, as if he was a little dissatisfied with the word "dog".

"Even you think so, you can imagine that they will think so too. The fact that they have destroyed bridges across the river and kept their bows hidden has been around since ancient times."

Nalan Zijian smiled, with a faint sarcasm in his smile, "The magpies occupy the nest, and the python swallows the elephant, which has been there since ancient times."

The old man did not argue and said lightly: "No matter what the reason, once this barrier or misunderstanding occurs, it is like a seed planted in his heart for a moment. This seed will take root and sprout, and grow bigger and bigger."

Nalan Zijian looked at the old man with fun, "At such a big age, you are still at the peak of martial arts, do you love money too"?

The old man said silently and after a long time, "Since ancient times, people in martial arts have been pawns in the hands of others. Few people can die. They should have died until my age, but there are always some people who should have survived."

"Is this your idea, or Liu Xiyi, Ying Tian has such ideas."

The old man picked up the kettle and added tea again, "I will talk to you about this idea. How could I say it when I meet someone, a big pot of chaos, who knows who is who is the one?"

"Why should I believe you?"

"Just because I let you leave alive today."
Chapter completed!