Jiangnan Bank

Maybe it's because he has lived peacefully until now.

From the very beginning of approaching, he was already taking risks, and life and death were only at the whim of that person.Originally, he should be more cautious, even if he loses a chance, it is better than spreading out all the hole cards at the beginning and waiting for others to reveal the card that determines the outcome.

His calm and rationality seemed to fail to function as usual for a moment when he encountered an unprecedented difficult situation in another world, and he seemed too impulsive and reckless.

When a person needs to calm down more, isn't it easier to fall into madness.

After all, he still gambled, but the result was not as expected.

There was a fragrance of osmanthus in the breeze, and the moonlight night was pleasant, perhaps the atmosphere was too relaxed, he looked at the person in front of him, and asked him how he saw through this assassination.

Even though he never felt that the assassination methods in the world were worthless in front of this person, he still couldn't figure out how to get out of such an elaborate layout safely and soundly.If it weren't for the precautions in my heart, I'm afraid I won't be so lucky.But Meng Xinghun never saw anything wrong with this person, Xi Dongtian. If that person had doubts about this subordinate before, he probably wouldn't save his life to this day, let alone cultivate him intentionally. Let it act cheaply, and even what it does today.

He didn't have any other intentions in this question, and he realized that with his identity and standpoint, it was unavoidable that he was suspected of spying, but before he turned his head, he heard the man say: "He is coming home late. It’s been a day.” Xuan Dongtian wanted to go home to visit his relatives, he knew people’s hearts, he understood the feelings of a wanderer who had been away from home for many days, so he specially extended the holiday, but when the man returned to the gang, he was a day late for no reason.

Meng Xinghun was stunned, but saw him smile and said: "Since I have such determination and planned a seamless killing situation, I shouldn't have made any slight mistakes in the end."

It was not a big deal to be late for a day or two, but such negligence showed that the man was not the respectful and loyal subordinate he usually saw.

Meng Xinghun looked up at the bright moon in the sky, it was August [-]th.It was a festive season, and Chu Dongtian looked at the loving smiles on the hall, and the cuteness of the children around his knees. He didn't know that, regardless of success or failure, this trip would cost the lives of the whole family.Even though his heart is like a rock and his will is like iron, he couldn't help but delay for an extra day.

Looking at the fuzzy pavilions and buildings in the night, Meng Xinghun suddenly thought that the talents in the power gang were withered, the eight kings and 19 demons were few, and Liu Wuzi's two wings killed three phoenixes and lost more than half.Now there are only three remaining of the four great families, King Zhu Datian is eyeing him fiercely, his power is increasing one after the other, it is inevitable that he will gradually feel stretched and unable to do what he wants in the confrontation.

Thoughtful in his heart, he couldn't help asking, maybe he needs to recuperate now, why not retreat for a while.He may have surpassed, but this is speaking as an outsider.

The man said with a calm smile, "There's never been an inch of retreat on this road."

The way of the world, let people choose to do it.

A kingly person spreads the world with benevolence; a domineering person conquers all directions with strength.

Since the beginning of the gang, the power gang has always maintained the heart of dominating the roost and unifying it. After countless battles, the initial cornerstone was laid.Since then, he has also tried to unite with other sects in the way of gentle talk, but with little success, instead of using force to directly suppress the annexation.Afterwards, the Twelve Sects were severely defeated, and the martial arts were all silent, and many gangs were attached to the wind.

Now that the power within the gang has been weakened, it still has a good chance of winning compared to several major opponents. If the traditional martial arts forces have been severely damaged and weakened, and they are defeated one by one, there will be no need to worry about the rest of the generation standing on the wall.If you show weakness and give in at this moment, not only will your opponent have the opportunity to take the lead, but the sect you attached to before will also change their minds.

Those who watch the rise and fall of gangs will not fail to understand this.Meng Xinghun also suddenly understood why he insisted on killing Xiao Qiushui.

Xiao Qiushui alone is not to be feared, even if martial arts become world-famous in the future, it is still not to be feared. However, the power that can unite the hearts of the martial arts may be a deadly threat to the power gang when it is not at its peak.

He thought of Sun Yubo back then. At the beginning of his business, his hands were full of murder. After middle age and a solid foundation, he gradually felt that getting the respect and obedience of others was a more useful way than killing people.

The old Bode had great respect for others, and there are not many people who have received his favor in the world, so he has subordinates who are willing to die for him.But in the eyes of most people in the arena, what they see is still his power and reputation.

Ever since he dealt with the Feipeng Gang with arrogance, the admiration and praise in the rivers and lakes have all been turned into ridicule and contempt after only half a year of retreat.

On the road to the overlord, there are difficulties and obstacles, and one cannot afford to back off.

The rivers and lakes never wait for anyone. If you are high-spirited and scold Fang Qiu, you will be taken away by time in a blink of an eye, leaving no place for the loser to mourn.

Meng Xinghun drank in silence, but he didn't know how long he had been drinking, and he always felt a loneliness that couldn't be shaken off.Looking around in a haze, the eyes of the person opposite were as clear as before.Some people can't get drunk at any time.

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Where to wake up tonight, the bank of the willows, and the waning moon.

Meng Xinghun drank alone, and drank alone in crowded places.

The night was as cool as water, and the hall was brightly lit. From time to time, Tie Xingyue and Qiu Nangu were arguing with each other and yelling at each other, occasionally interspersed with a few incomprehensible words, probably someone from Guangdong and Guangxi. .Noisy but undisturbed, perhaps because the group of people has flesh and blood, affection and righteousness, so even gathering together for booze does not feel drunk, but appears vivid and fresh.

Although he was envious, he was never jealous.

With the shady identity of a killer, he is not as pale and lifeless as others imagined. On the contrary, even the anger and impulsiveness of the young people have not faded from him.

Even if we live in the dark, surrounded by despair and see no light in the swamp, when passing by the peace and happiness of each other in the mundane world, we will inevitably envy them from afar, but we never let ugly jealousy grow in our hearts.

Knowing how to envy is because there is still yearning for peace and beauty, and there is no envy, just as there has never been a sick and twisted revenge.He will not pin his survival on the kindness of his opponents, nor will he attribute his rough fate to the mistakes of others.

The faint moon is on the tip of the willows, and the laughter and laughter come out of the courtyard, reflecting the tranquility of the ten-mile embankment.This is not the power gang, the ones crawling on the ground drunk are brothers who are sworn brothers from China.A chance encounter, an inexplicable acquaintance, let him get acquainted with this group of people.

Partner, brother, friend, he doesn't know how the group of young people who live and die together define each other's friendship, but even in the midst of them, he still feels that these words are still far away from him. He has nothing to do.

It's not that I don't desire respect and friendship in my heart, but I'm never attached to friends. I'm like a lone wolf who lives alone. It's hard to get used to the existence of companions. It is also difficult to convince yourself that you are of the same kind as others.

What's more, even the group of people who say that everyone in the world is brothers, there are differences in closeness and estrangement.

Maybe it's really like-minded, maybe it's just a chance meeting, or maybe it's just that there is no other choice, so we get together.The blood flowed to one place, but the inside may not be completely unambiguous.The seemingly rough surface and joking and disrespectful words may also be a mask, which can be completely changed after being torn off, and the original sincerity cannot be seen.

This is how the world is like, fighting openly and secretly, lurking to discord, how many people are not pawns involuntarily.

However, he never thought that one day he would have such popularity.He is still taciturn and a loner, but perhaps because he has no sense of belonging or ambition here, and he is indifferent to the intricate conflicts of interests in the martial arts, but inexplicably makes the people he acquainted feel not threatened, so he can calm down to get along with.

Even though her identity is suspicious, she has never done anything unfavorable to others, and as time goes by, her suspicions have faded away.In the beginning, every time he left the main arena, someone would follow him.He didn't take it seriously, only a slight accident would alarm Chief Li.Maybe it was because his appearance was originally too bizarre, and it was difficult to have a convincing origin, and his existence in the gang was also a bit embarrassing and special.However, after several rounds, he couldn't find any connection and entanglement with other sect forces, and Li Chenzhou seemed to accept the conclusion of the fifth brother at the beginning.

Gradually, after Meng Xinghun returned to the gang, the gang leader would come to chat with him from time to time.When Li Chenzhou intends to recruit someone, he will never make people feel disgusted or disliked.Gradually, in the private discussion among the gang members, this young master Meng was not only brought into the gang by the fifth son, but also favored by the gang leader Li, so no one treated him lightly, and no one dared to question his usual behavior.Meng Xinghun never cared about the awe of others, but this invisibly brought a lot of convenience for him to travel away from the gang.

Even if you meet someone from the power gang in the arena, you will only think that he has a special mission, and no one will reveal his identity to his face.

Cold wine poured down his throat, and the noise and heat waves were endless, and he was still lonely among the crowd.Toasting can't get rid of melancholy, and I can't shake my heart.The beautiful scenery on a good day, the staggered cups of wine, are hard to let go.

Stopped, turned his head to the direction of the embankment outside the courtyard, listened carefully, there was a faint sound of music, suddenly piercing through the noise of the room, with a unique rhythm, it seemed to be sounding from far away but actually near.After careful identification, there are erhu flute and piano sounds.

Meng Xinghun has no accomplishments in musical instruments, among the brothers only Shi Qun is proficient in rhythm, and Shi Qun's Xiao, in Meng Xinghun's eyes, only has life-killing tricks and hidden weapons inside.

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