Bianliang, Guo Mansion.

The pool water was rippling with blue waves. By the side of the pool, Guo Sheng held a green bamboo fishing rod in his hand and sat by the pool fishing.

The fishing line hangs low, causing ripples.

But no fish took the bait.

And behind Guo Sheng, there was a rustling sound.

Guo Sheng raised one hand.

The voice behind him stopped immediately.

Then Guo Sheng focused on fishing.

Finally, the big fish was hooked, the fishing line was straightened, and the green bamboo fishing rod was pulled into a full moon bow. Guo Sheng was concentrating on the big fish, repeatedly entangled, and finally suddenly exerted force. A big silver carp was caught out of the water, shining brightly under the rising sun.

Guo Sheng put the rod down, then untied the hook at the fish's mouth, weighed the weight of the fish, then reached out and threw the fish into the pond water again, and the waves splashed and could not be seen for a moment.

Some people fish to satisfy their appetites, while others fish simply for entertainment.

Of course, Guo Sheng was simply the latter, and after he finished all this, he turned around and his expression instantly froze.

"Grandpa." Guo Shengnne said.

No matter how energetic Guo Sheng is on weekdays, he is still arrogant and domineering when facing the old man in front of him.

After all, the person in front of me is the real helm of the Guo family.

Guo Huai was wearing a faint blue cotton jacket at this time, and there were only a pair of ordinary cloth shoes under his feet. The only thing more conspicuous was that his hair and beard were all white, as white as snow. It was so white that he could reach this level, which means that he was really old.

"It's okay, I think you've caught a good fish." Guo Huai smiled and said, "Fishing is about being honest and peaceful."

"Only by being able to catch good fish can you do good things."

As he said this, Guo Huai looked at the shimmering pool water in front of him: "Have you sent someone to Wang Zhi to send out those things?"

"Yes." Guo Sheng said.

"Is the candidate reliable?" Guo Huai continued to ask.

"Absolutely reliable." Guo Sheng said.

"I heard you lent out Yupo two days ago?" Guo Huai asked casually: "Is it alone?"

"Yes." Guo Sheng did not dare to say a word to this ancestor at all.

Or, before this ancestor was really confused, no one dared to hide it from him.

"Since that's the case," Guo Huai sighed: "That must be a good friend."

"Yes." Guo Sheng nodded and confirmed.

"Since you are a good friend, then you still want him to come to this muddy water?" Guo Huai asked back.

"Because he is the one who can protect himself." Guo Sheng said seriously.

After saying this, Guo Sheng looked at Guo Huai's face: "Grandpa, what do you think about Wang Zhi?"

In fact, Guo Sheng also knew what kind of goods he gave to Wang Zhi to complete the transaction.

However, Guo Sheng himself is not sure what these goods represent.

Because this batch of goods was personally selected by Guo Huai and ordered his confidants to pack them, it was not utilizing any outsider's hand.

"There is no question of how to look at it." Guo Huai still looked at Chi Shui in front of him: "There is only one king on the sea, and the name of this king is Wang Zhi at present."

"If we want to pursue the scenery on the other side of the sea, then Wang Zhi is an unavoidable link."

"This year is a big hurdle for Wang Zhi."

"If he can survive this hurdle, he will still be the pirate king. Any ship sailing on the sea must hang his flag."

"But if Wang Zhi falls down, then countless hyenas will be there to share the bodies left by Wang Zhi, and we are no exception."

"So, just look forward to everything."

"So can Wang Zhi survive?" Guo Sheng asked: "If I remember correctly, in the past twenty years, Wang Zhi has faced a more complex and difficult situation than today."

"But in the end he was all gone and gradually grew stronger."

"Because at that time, Wang Zhi was still the king of this sea." Guo Huai said with a faint smile.

As he said this, he reached out to pick up the fishing rod that Guo Sheng had just dropped, raised it high, and threw the hook into the water.

"Grandpa, I haven't put the bait yet." Guo Sheng was about to remind him, but as soon as he finished speaking, he saw Guo Sheng's fishing rod lightly on the water and lifted up again.

A large silver carp scale reflects light in the air.

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...

Fire is burning.

The village is on fire.

Yan Jiu quietly held Taidao and looked at everything in front of him.

No participation, no action to stop.

This is the closest village to their landing site.

It is a very poor village with nothing here, and even fewer salted fish are pitiful.

As for the woman I was looking for, the women on the beach were blown by the sea breeze, and their skin was dark, and even the thirsty ronin was not favored.

So they simply killed people.

Killing is just a matter of placing the ground.

With one knife, his head ticks the ground.

Yan Jiu did not kill anyone, he just watched these people be killed.

Then I thought about what was wrong with them.

They were not wrong, the ronin warriors themselves were wrong.

If these samurai had not landed in this sea and no one wanted to find a woman nearby, they would not have come to this village. If there were enough beautiful and plump women in this village - of course, this requirement would have seemed a bit too high for this small village.

Even if there are such women in this village, these jackals may still choose to kill people.

Perhaps only a woman who is beautiful enough will not be killed.

Then maybe they are taken away together?

Or kill it on the spot after being ruined?

Many seemingly cruel logics are so natural when they really start to be implemented.

Yan Jiu sighed: Maybe this is the way of the world.

Such a tragedy is actually not uncommon in Yan Jiu in Japan. However, these suffering people have become Chinese people who have nothing to do with them. Yan Jiu originally thought he could be calm, but he did not expect that he could not do it in the end.

"Brother Yan didn't do anything. Did he believe in the Buddha and not kill animals?" A sinister voice came from behind him at this time: "Are you talking about the kindness of Brother Yan's delicate skin and tender flesh, who thinks it is too cruel and disdainful to join him?"

Yan Jiu turned around and looked at the other party.

In front of me is a tall sword-holding ronin.

His sword was still dripping blood.

He should have killed no less people in the wanton killing just now.

Such people should be called murderers in Japan.

Yan Jiu raised his head and said lightly: "All of them."

"Since that's the case, why did you leave your mother's arms again, not choose to continue breastfeeding, but come to the battlefield of blood and fire in the West?"

The ronin laughed and said, then slashed at Yan Jiu with a knife.

"Don't have children who are still breastfeeding here!"

"Oh." Yan Jiu said lightly.

Then he raised his eyebrows quietly.

The sword has been unsheathed.

PS: There are only two updates today. Because I took a bus to Taiyuan, I was exhausted and tired than I thought. I saw if I could write a little bit when I woke up tomorrow morning. Sorry.
Chapter completed!