"Why didn't Erlang come today?" After arranging the residences of Wang Ke and others, Xiang Shigebu looked at Xiaojiro and Chen Mu Juntai coldly with a crutch.

"Your Excellency Xiangshi," Korejiro stepped forward with a blank expression and reported: "I have never known Erlang's whereabouts."

"Hmph, is that?" Xiangshi Gebu looked at Xiao Erjiro who was standing in front of him with a calm face and said, "Don't think I don't know the small fight between you and Erlang. If you want to compete for the position of patriarch of the Xiao Er family, you have to distinguish the importance of the matter for me!"

"What you said." Kojiro bent down and retreated to the side before straightening his back and continuing to act as a wooden man.

"Where are you? Chen Mujun, have you found the information of that lieutenant general?" Sitting cross-legged, Xiang Shigebu reached out and picked up the purple clay teapot on the low table. After pouring a cup of tea for himself with great leisure and elegance, he turned the tea cup in his hand and continued, "I see, that person is afraid that he is not just a lieutenant general, right?"

"Your Excellency Juntai is incompetent." Although Chen Mu Juntai, who was standing barefoot in front of Xiangshigebu, bent down and answered Xiangshigebu's question respectfully, he still had a slight smile on his face.

The extremely combed head was neatly divided into three or six parts, but there was no surprise that he left two beards, which made the man look a little more demeanor than Xiangshi Gebu.

On the other hand, Xiaojiro Xiangsegabu handed the teacup in his hand to his mouth and took a sip. He looked up at the young man who had never talked less without any trace.

He was wearing an orthodox warrior uniform, with a slightly yellow head, which was a little longer for men, so it looked a little messy. The only way to make those heads a little obedient is the head tied between his forehead that acted as a bit restraining, revealing his entire face.

However, Xiang Shigebu doesn't like that face very much. It has a strong face, a strong face, and thick black eyebrows, which are not mixed, but very thick. Such people often don't know how to be smooth and act too persistent. Therefore, Xiang Shigebu prefers Erlang to take over the position of patriarch of the Xiaoer family, and at least that person can give him some convenience to a large extent.

Looking at Xiaojiro who was expressionless and the smiling Kentae Chenmu, Xiang Shigabu smiled and put the teacup in his hand on the bamboo table again and said in a deep voice: "Didn't find it? Is it impossible to find it, or is there no information about this person?"

"Reply to you, there is information about Xing Le." Chen Mu Juntai continued to whine slowly: "But there are too few, and there are no photos. He is Xing Ba's nephew, and his brother is Xing Huan. In the short information, it is not mentioned that General Xing has had a marriage experience."

"Xing Ba!" Xiang Shigebu's cold smile froze on the corner of his mouth and said, "Then, General Xing should have been arranged in and given a free job?"

"I don't know this Juntai." Chen Mu Juntai raised his eyes lightly and looked at Xiang Shigebu, allowing the man in front of him to talk about the war on paper.

"Okay, let's not mention this matter for now. You two should check the information of the daughter of the Wen family for me. In addition, I also need to know what kind of existence she is in the No. 71 Special Operations Team."

"Yes, yourselves." Kojiro and Kentae Kazuki bent down and walked backwards towards Xiangsegabu.

As soon as the two men left, Xiang Shigebu immediately waved his hand toward his servant and ordered: "Go, call Erlang here for me."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

"Xing Le, General Xing, what do you think of this person?" Chen Mu Juntai's clogs were stomping on the bamboo floor.

"Very strong." Kojiro looked at Kentae Chenmu and said, "And, I must have seen blood. He is better than me."

"Such a high evaluation?" Chen Mu Juntai was a little surprised. He knew how obsessed with martial arts his friend was. It can be said that his friend who had no opponent in the island country would have such a high evaluation of the man who had been silent since he sat down and only picked shrimps for his wife. He served rice.

This is indeed a bit beyond the premonition of Chen Mu Juntai. Although he has no interest in brute force martial arts, his vision of looking at people should be slightly synchronized with his friends. Although his evaluation of Xing Le is high, it is not that high.

"Well." Korejiro said with surrender: "The breath of his body will scare the real warriors. I don't think I can even pull out my sunrise in front of him!"

"Haha, is that?" Chen Mu Juntai smirked. Chaoyang was a friend's samurai sword. It was passed down from the hands of a general in the Xiaoer family in the last century. He liked to kill and was a very spiritual sword.

Thinking of this, Chen Mu Juntai was silent. Since this person is so powerful, why didn’t the Emperor get any news? Or did he really trust me? As soon as this spoke, even Chen Mu Juntai couldn’t help but smile sarcastically.

"Yes, Juntai!" Kojiro looked at him very seriously and said, "Please be sure not to underestimate him."

"Under the look?" Chen Mu Juntai comforted and patted his friend's shoulder and said, "Jirou, I don't have that great ability to underestimate the people of the Xing family!" However, Xiang Shigebu seems to be really old, and he actually has such ridiculous thoughts. Arrange to go in and be a free job at will?

Will idle jobs follow the fox who is most likely to become the top leader in China in the future to come out for diplomacy? It is simply ridiculous.

"Yes." Korejiro's words were still low and deep, without a trace of emotional fluctuations.

Chen Mu Juntai, who was somewhat bored, asked casually: "I said, where did your Erlang get the courage to attend the dinner today? Didn't that boy curry favor with the old man Shigebu on weekdays? "

"Last night," Korejiro frowned, and his emotional voice was also filled with some strange fear at this time: "The holy thing has moved!"

"No, Xiao Er, you are teasing me. Just a guy who looks like a scabbard can make any big splashes. Now tell me, don't you want to worship holy objects for a year next year, right?"

Chen Mu Juntai had a playful look in his eyes, and obviously did not keep Xiaoer's words in his heart. Although it is said that this thing was a holy object brought from China by the ancestors of the Xiangshi family, which could appear, centuries have passed, and the three families took turns to worship the dead object, but they did not see what the thing had. Instead, they would take it out every time the God of Fire was sacrificed to the end of the year.

After all, Chen Mu Juntai didn't believe that that thing had any special effect.

"It," Kojiro looked at the obvious teasing in his friend's eyes, and suddenly he couldn't continue to speak when he was talking.

"Forget it, this matter may not be the reason for the holy object."

"Okay." Chen Mu Juntai walked out of the gate of the Xiangshi family and said contrary to his friends: "Be careful these days, we don't know what tricks the old fox, Xiangshi Gebu, is playing." Revenge? It's really funny. Not to mention whether the No. 71 Special Operations Team exists or not, just the credibility of the legend passed down through war in the last century is also a question.

Family precepts? What is family precepts? He Chen Mu Juntai didn’t know. He only knew that peace now was what he wanted. He just wanted to study the formation, run his own small sushi restaurant well, and live a peaceful and stable life.

Saying goodbye to his friend, Korejiro immediately got into the car. Although he had always been inconsistent with Erro, what he had had last night still needs to be explained clearly after he woke up, why a grade of ninja was quietly burned into a fire stick.

Why are you, Xiao Erlang, survived by yourself? Well, although Erlang's current state is not as good as death.

The place where the ninjas in the Xiaoer family was trained should have been away from the room where the holy objects are worshipped, but this year, Xiaoerjiro insisted on moving the ninja training room into the room where the holy objects are worshipped, because the ridiculous approach to the holy objects will make them full of strength!

Regarding this statement, Kojiro, who personally pulled the holy object out of the body of the person who burned it into a fire stick this morning, cannot agree with it, but what happened last night should be related to that thing!

Xiaojiro, who quickly returned home, pushed open the door and looked at the doctor who was kneeling in groups and asked in a low voice: "How is it?"

"Your Excellency, Erlang did not hold on!" The leading doctor led the doctor behind and crawled on the ground in a provocation.

"Dongdongdongdongdong!" Ignoring the doctor who was kneeling in one's body, Kojiro's wooden clogs made a thunderous sound on the floor.

Xun came to Kojiro beside the bed and lifted the quilt. He saw that the person inside was pitch black. Except for the flesh behind his two ears, he could not tell that he was actually a person.

As for Erro's death, Kojiro expected that no one could survive if he was burned to death. However, Xiang Shigebu was looking for this person. Kojiro, who did not like conspiracy theories, smashed him off the bed and said in a deep voice: "Isn't this person Erro, do you know?"

"Yes!" Tiano, who has been a doctor and a housekeeper in the Xiaoer family for a lifetime, certainly knows what Xiaoerjiro means.

"Well, Tian Ye, I will secretly bury Erlang into the ancestral grave tonight, and no one is allowed to tell me about this." Xiao Jiro looked ruthless and looked at the people in the room coldly and said, "At least, I will apologize to the patriarch myself after the Chinese people leave!"

"Yes, sir!" Tian Ye crawled and knelt on the ground.

After taking a deep breath, Kojiro covered the quilt he lifted up on the black body again, and quickly walked towards the room where the holy objects were worshipped. He wanted to see if it was the dead thing, or if someone wanted Erro to die!

In anger, Kojiro did not see the Kageguchi, who was also a ninja, sitting above the room he had just left, smiling and raising his eyebrows to look at the panic and numbness below.

The shadow guard shrugged, the next second, the breeze blew by and disappeared from the roof. At the same time, in the room between Xuanyuan Jimo and Wen Jiu, Wen Jiu was watching Xuanyuan Jimo and Wang Ke happily playing a chess game.

Looking at Wang Ke who was defeated by Jimo, Wen Jiu couldn't help but frown again, shook his head and said nothing. Finally, when Wang Ke was sweating profusely, Wen Jiu looked at Wang Ke hesitantly, pursed his lips and said, "You? You seem to be really stupid." Instead of looking like it.

"I," Wang Ke looked up at Wen Jiu and suddenly didn't know what to say. He mainly looked at the dark and clear eyes. He wanted to talk about some dark political affairs, but he couldn't say anything, and his eyes were scared and dirty.

But Wang Ke didn't know that even the Prime Minister of the Great Qi had never beaten Wen Jiu. Looking at Wang Ke who was obviously trying to argue, Wen Jiu waved the chessboard and lay in Xuanyuan Jimo's arms and said, "You look forward to it, you are not decisive enough to play chess, you are more benevolent and righteous, and you are not cruel enough, so you will be eaten by Jimo in the end without any soldiers."

"If you have something to give up and gain, you can't even give up, so how can you keep your most important things? If you can't tell the situation of urgency and find the difference between the primary and the secondary, you are doomed to be defeated!"

"You, you can play chess?" Wang Ke was really surprised. His eyes were unconcealed shock and a hint of confusion in his eyes.

"Hmm!" Wenjiu, who was quite unspeakable, responded softly.

"Miss Wen, I understand everything you said just now, but the power strategy I learned is power strategy that is dominated by the people. I can't use the people as bait, let alone give up my partner." Wang Ke looked at Wen Jiu with a bleak face. He was almost a few years older than Xuanyuan Jimo, let alone Wen Jiu.

So Wang Ke lost these games and had great doubts about the things he had always believed to be just, let alone, after just a few words from Wen Jiu, Wang Ke himself felt that such a rebuttal was pale and powerless.

However, Wen Jiu's brain circuit has never been judged by ordinary people. If it were an ordinary person, he would probably hear Wang Ke's shame, but Wen Jiu frowned because of Wang Ke's rebuttals.

He picked up the chessboard with both hands, gathered the pieces, and based on his memory just now, Wen Jiu made a comeback show that the two had just played halfway.

Wang Ke was stunned for a moment, and the horror in his eyes became deeper and deeper. God, Xuanyuan Jimo, was enough to give them a headache. Now there are more people, a warm wine that is very likely to be remembered, and that theories of power and strategy seem to be low! Wang Ke suddenly felt that his future was a little dark.

After putting the chessboard, Wen Jiu held Xuanyuan Jimo's chess piece in one hand and Wang Ke's chess piece in the other hand, and simulated the two of them just playing chess again. This time she made Wang Ke a bystander.

"I don't agree with what you just said." Wen Jiu firmly put down Xuanyuan Jimo's chess piece, then put out the chess piece that Wang Ke had dealt with and said, "You said that Jimo uses people as bait to play chess, and abandons his companions, but what about the chess piece you play?"

"For every chess piece, you are forced to abandon your soldiers and companions step by step. You think that is forced, so you can still deceive yourself because of benevolence, righteousness and morality, but!"

With a "bang", the chess piece in Wen Jiu's hand hit Wang Ke's piece again, and he said with obvious sarcasm in his dark eyes: "Every step of Jimo seems to have no regard for his companions, but he is standing behind those abandoned chess pieces and luring the enemy into the deep. You look forward and don't dare to eat, for fear that Jimo from behind will fight back."

"So you took your companions into a trap in person, but in the end you were forced to abandon your companions and abandon your car to protect your coach. What kind of benevolence and righteousness did you learn? How did you learn it? Oh, I'm afraid you don't know it yourself!"

Another "clang" sounded, and the last piece of Wenjiu fell, and the opposite side had already been killed in a mess. This time, Wang Ke's face was already blue and white like a palette. Looking at the unpredictable situation on the chessboard, Wang Ke suddenly sweated coldly, and said that looking at ten steps next time was already the highest level.

But when Wenjiu just replicated the entire scene, Wang Ke couldn't help but sigh that the man who was fighting with him did not look at ten steps, and he had already controlled the entire chess game and had completely predicted how he lost in the end!

Looking at Wang Ke who was quite gritting his teeth, Xuanyuan Jimo still chuckled and touched his wife's belly, smiling very comfortably.

"I," Wang Ke, who was sitting in the chair and taking a few deep breaths, was about to speak when the shadow guard outside knocked on the door with no eyesight.

"Come in." Xuanyuan Jimo let his shadow guard come in without seeing each other.

"yes."

"Master, madam!" Yingwei lowered his head and called out to the two of them, and directly said the news he had found in front of Wang Ke and said, "Xiao Erlang is confirmed to be dead."

"Huh? That's really interesting." Xuanyuan Jimo said with a little interest: "The cause of death?"

"It seems to be related to a holy object of the Xiangshi family, but no one knows the specific reason. Even Kojiro just speculates that it is related to the holy object."

"Sacred Relic?" Wen Jiu was a little interested, and looked up at Ying Wei and said, "Is it a sacred relic that is invited every time a large-scale sacrifice?"

"Back to Madam, this subordinate doesn't know."

"What about death?" Xuanyuan Jimo asked.

"I was pitch black all over and I was suspected to have been burned to death by fire. Well, by the way, there is one more thing."

"explain."

"It seems that not only Xiao Errou died last night. It is said that none of the ninjas of this Xiao Er family have been spared, and they are also suspected to be burned to death by fire."

As soon as these words came out, Xuanyuan Jimo and Wen Jiu turned their heads and looked at each other, and said two words at the same time: "Fire Ghost!"

"Haha, it seems that that guy has really come here." Xuanyuan Jimo sneered, raised his hand and waved to the Shadow Guard, who immediately disappeared into the room.

Wang Ke, who was a little confused by this sudden conversation, asked tentatively, "Who is Xiao Erlang?"

"The person who should come to receive you today." Xuanyuan Jimo looked at Wang Ke with a smile, then turned to Wen Jiu in his arms and said, "Baby, do you want that holy object?"
To be continued...