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Chapter 1377: No Poor Family in the Top Grade [asking for a monthly ticket]

The stronger the warrior, the more power he has to act arbitrarily.

Gongyang Yongye didn't bother to wait for the enemy's response, and hurriedly gave his instructions before running away. Luo San was so angry that he almost blew his beard and glared at him, secretly cursing Gongyang Yongye as a reckless man and an old man: "If he is captured and killed by mistake, I won't care, I can't afford to lose this man."

Luan Xin fell into his own world.

As soon as he came to his senses, he heard Luo San complaining: "This man has considerable strength, but he acts in a sloppy and disorganized manner. Only Mr. Shen is magnanimous enough to tolerate him. If he were one of my soldiers..."

Luo San must make sure to loosen up the opponent from skin to bone.

Luan Xin's allergies were almost healed, but he still looked a little sluggish. In addition, the turbid air here made him feel uncomfortable from the bottom of his soul. He simply explained a few words and went to rest - the enemy intended to show his power, and most likely they would leave him alone for a day or so, so he was not worried about delaying the main business. When he woke up again, Luan Xin felt that his head was very heavy.

It felt like my neck was about to be broken.

After a long while of calming down, he finally felt better.

At this time, the sky outside the tent was as dark as ink, and the sound of Luo San and Gong Yang Yongye talking in low voices could be faintly heard from behind the screen.

"...Xiang Laiqu was not imprisoned here...but the descendant of the Yuan family was...it was a close call, he was almost discovered."

"I told you that you are useless."

"Robert, if you have the ability, try it!"

The two of them argued quietly, and they still hadn't come to a conclusion until Luan Xin came out in a cloak. Seeing Luan Xin, Gong Yang Yongye ended his meaningless argument and asked worriedly, "What's wrong with your face?"

He looked so pale that he didn't look like a living person. One could tell at a glance that he was weak inside and out.

It looks like he has not recovered from a serious illness.

Gong Yangyongye was stunned when he thought of this. Wasn't Luan Xin just suffering from a serious illness? Robert, this barefoot quack doctor, was harming people!

I dare to prescribe any medicine!

"Give me your hand, and I'll take a look."

Luan Xin shouldn't still be so weak. Is there something wrong with the prescription?

Luo San sneered: "You are a quack doctor, not much better than me. When you wrote the prescription, you said that the medicine would cure the disease. Now you have made the patient even more depressed. What if something happens to him..."

It is true that everyone has their own specialties, but Gong Yang Yongye specializes in andrology.

What kind of rubella disease would he see?

Gongyang Yongye found nothing wrong with Luan Xin's pulse, and asked him if he had any other discomfort besides fatigue, which made him feel relieved. Luan Xin straightened his sleeves and asked Gongyang Yongye what he had found out during the day.

"As previously speculated, the forces in the central region formed an alliance to eliminate hidden dangers, and the loss of Kangguo's enclave was the result of their planning."

Luan Xin was somewhat numb to the word alliance.

"An alliance?"

It happens to be the area that Kangguo is best at.

Gong Yang Yongye was not optimistic and said, "This situation is different from any previous one and cannot be compared."

The Southwest Allied Forces is a group of countries in the southwest continent that have formed a resistance. In name, they are a whole, but in reality, they fight on their own. Whether it is food or dispatch, each small individual has his own little thoughts. In the vigorous dragon-slaying situation in the northwest, each warlord force also has its own ulterior motives. It is only slightly better than a pile of scattered sand.

For such fragile relationships, the strategy of sowing discord has always worked. If a breakthrough is found, the so-called alliance can be disintegrated.

Luan Xin asked softly, "What's the difference?"

The countries in the northwest and southwest were not united, but the countries in the central continent were united? If they were united, there wouldn't be chaos for many years. Gongyang Yongye originally thought so, until he discovered a clue: "The camp flags are not the names of the countries."

It is not any one country that is manipulating the situation.

Gong Yang Yongye said: "It is a noble family."

Except for a few small countries with little expansion power, most of the powerful countries in the Central Continent are controlled by a dozen or so great families, and the so-called kings are just pawns used by them in the game. This group of people highly overlaps with the core of some societies in the Gods' Association! After hundreds of years of marriage and cooperation, their interests are entangled. The alliance led by them is far more solid than the alliance formed by the Central Countries.

Kangguo’s opponent is not the scattered Central Continent that seems to be united but is actually fighting each other, but the entire Central Continent force!

Luan Xin was quite surprised: "Is it really like this?"

It sounds a bit tricky but not completely unsolvable.

Looking at the world as a whole, anyone can commit inhumane evil deeds. Brothers fight against each other, and brothers kill each other. Are there not enough of these stereotyped struggles? This shows that no matter how deep the interests of these so-called aristocratic families are, they are not completely integrated.

He asked again: "Which family is in charge?"

Gongyang Yongye said: "Zhao."

Each family nominated Zhao to be the leader of the alliance.

This branch of the Zhao family has successively supported three powerful countries in the central region. The Zhao family members hold important civil and military positions in the court, and their students and former officials are spread all over the central continent. The Zhao family is like this, and the other noble families in the allied forces are not bad either. Speaking of this, Gongyang Yongye remembered a detail.

He sighed and said, "There is something quite strange. There are frequent wars in the northwest and southwest, so those who are lucky enough to pass on for three or four generations can be called 'aristocratic families' or 'noble families'. From the fifth generation onwards, they will inevitably decline due to the decline of talents. However, these great families in the central continent are different. In every generation, there are always a few outstanding people, as if they are blessed by God."

Cultivation talents are completely random.

If parents are gifted, their children are likely to be mediocre.

The decline of families in the southwest and northwest is often due to the lack of talent. If one generation fails to keep up, the family will inevitably go to ruin. In order to solve the problem and alleviate the decline, there are people like Chu Yao and Luan Xin. Either find talented children from the folks, show kindness and win them over, and let them help the family through the difficult transition period, or directly adopt a son-in-law...

Luo San: "How do you know that every generation of geniuses are biological children? What if they were adopted from the common people as biological children?"

As long as the surname can be passed down, it's fine.

Gong Yang Yongye said unhappily: "Don't argue!"

It is possible that one family did this secretly, but did more than a dozen families do this secretly? Gongyang Yongye is more inclined to believe that it was produced by each family, but this cannot explain the genetic lottery in every generation. Luan Xin: "There are no poor families in the upper class, and no gentry in the lower class."

Somehow, he suddenly remembered these words.

Rather than saying it is a spiritual word, it is better to say it is a prophecy.

A prophecy that has caused controversy for more than two hundred years.

Seeing Luo San and the others looking at him, Luan Xin said, "This sentence triggered two debates: 'family background-based' and 'literary mind-based'. The former says that only those born into a noble family can be a noble family, and are eligible to obtain the best literary mind and supreme talent. The latter believes that the literary mind grade and cultivation talent have nothing to do with bloodline origin, and are all gifts from heaven."

No matter how good the family background of the children of high-ranking officials is, they can still be good-for-nothings; and the union of a thief and a prostitute in the market can also give birth to a superior person.

Talent is random, not determined by birth.

The two parties have been fighting each other for a long time.

Luan Xin said softly: "If the 'family background' wins, it is not surprising that there are geniuses in every generation under the Word Spirit."

This happens to coincide with the ideas of these crazy people in the Gods Assembly.

They are the ones who use all living things as pawns for entertainment. "Let's take a step back and say that this is the reason. Is there any law or justice for them to have children whenever they want?" Gongyang Yongye was surprised and sour. He has been busy and toiling for so many years but still has no children. At his age, he still has to find a way to conceive a child.

Don’t these families have problems with infertility?

Why do they get all the good things in the world?

Luan Xin: "..."

Is Gongyang Yongye’s focus too biased?

Luo San was impatient: "What's so difficult about having a child?"

Luan Xin didn't want to be caught in the middle, so he changed the subject abruptly and got back to the point: "Besides this, are there any other discoveries?"

"There are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the camp, and they were almost discovered."

Originally, he wanted to find out where Xiang Zhao was, and then launch a sneak attack to kill the descendant of Yuan family. If he couldn't kill him, he would poison him and make him vomit and have diarrhea and become weak for a while. However, the result was the opposite of what he wanted.

This answer made Luan Xin feel a little depressed.

Anyone who can discover Gongyang Yongye's whereabouts, even if his strength is not greater than Gongyang Yongye, is almost as strong as him and is a formidable rival.

"He's not that strong, but he has first-rate insight." Gong Yang Yongye added, "I suspect we were monitored as soon as we entered this place. Maybe our conversation was overheard clearly by them."

Luan Xin: "..."

Luo San also glared at him fiercely.

If you had this suspicion, why didn't you say it earlier?

Fortunately, they didn't talk about anything substantive. If it involved confidential information, wouldn't it be leaked? Gong Yang Yongye said awkwardly: "I said this is just my personal guess..."

Before he finished speaking, the energy of heaven and earth trembled slightly.

Then a male voice came: "The Marquis's guess is true."

Three people: "..."

Luo San stood up and looked for the person lurking in the dark: "You are hiding in the dark, why don't you come out and see me."

There were clearly words spirits set up in the tent to prevent eavesdropping.

If someone peeks, they will definitely alarm me.

But until the man spoke, the spirit of the words was not touched.

"Why are the two marquises angry?" The man's voice was smooth and sometimes clear as whispers in the ear, sometimes blurred as the distant sky, sliding from the left ear to the right ear, and then from the right ear to the left ear. Just listening to it makes people feel dizzy. "The main tent has prepared fine wine and delicious food to welcome the guests."

Luan Xin calmly glanced at the sky outside: "Now?"

As he was speaking, someone outside the tent passed the message.

It was the messenger soldier who came to invite Luan Xin and others to the banquet.

Although the banquet was not a good one, he still had to go, even if there were mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead. He also wanted to see the enemy's leader and see how this enemy was different from the previous enemies. Luan Xin straightened his clothes and sword, and said gently: "Wait a moment."

When Luan Xin brought his people over, the atmosphere at the table was not awkward.

Except for a few people who cast their eyes, the others were still chatting and laughing, seemingly not noticing Luan Xin and the others. The man sitting at the head looked very young at first glance, with a pair of silent eyes that did not match his age: "Hurry up and show the envoy a seat."

Luan Xin glanced at everyone at the table indifferently.

He couldn't tell the identity of a warrior, but he could tell the background of a scholar at a glance. These people came in an orderly manner, saving him the trouble.

Luan Xin's eyes were moving around and he was dazzled by the choices.

The aristocratic families in central China are truly filled with talented people.

In the past few years, there were few strange scholars, but there were five of them in this tent. How could he choose? This one seemed good, and that one seemed good too.

However, due to the limited number of permanent seats, he could not take all the scholars' ways with him, which was a pity. Luan Xin left the out-of-print book expressionlessly and made three empty seats. During this time, he had to deal with the crowd's sarcasm and squeeze.

"I heard that Lord Luan was appointed as the Minister of Personnel in Kangguo, but he has no title?" I don't know which gossiper was the first to make a sarcastic comment, and then said with a smile, "It's just a few insignificant captives. Is it necessary for the Minister of Personnel, the head of the six ministries, to take risks? However, I heard that Kangguo started from humble beginnings, and the lord was of humble origin, so it is understandable that he hired people carelessly."

But it would be very wrong for Luan Xin to just let it go.

Luan Xin glanced at the man's scholarly ways.

Copy, paste, delete.

Then he said slowly, "My lord has never made mistakes in employing people. How can ordinary people know his subtlety? As for the title, since it is for the sake of justice in the world, it is natural to wait until the day of complete merit before rewarding. How can you be so proud of your achievements halfway through?"

What Gu Chi said does make sense.

[Don’t open champagne at halftime. If you become arrogant and relaxed after gaining a huge advantage, you may be overthrown! ]

When asked what champagne is, Gu Chi said it is a fine wine.

Rewarding according to merit will naturally have to wait until the end.

"Oh? You didn't know what talents Minister Luan has. You are the only one who can lead this trip?" The man was frustrated and was about to get angry when a middle-aged scholar with a neat goatee and slightly puffy cheeks spoke up. His eyes, as cold as a poisonous snake, stared directly at Luan Xin and swept back and forth on his body, as if trying to see through him.

Looking at the other person's scholarly ways, Luan Xin could conclude that this person was as shady as Gu Chi: "The royal court is full of talented people, and there are countless people who can be qualified for this position. It's not that Luan is the only one who can do it, but someone used dishonest means to take my student away. As her teacher, of course I have to take my useless student back! How shameless of me to take over the idle job of my colleague from the master."

Luan Xin spoke in a gentle and slow manner, seemingly harmless.

But what is said can make the listener angry instantly.

And the more I listen, the more annoyed I become.

"A student of Minister Luan?"

"Xiang Zhao, Xiang comes and goes."

"Is there such a person?" The fat-faced middle-aged scholar pretended to be surprised. "I don't know if I should say this, but when two armies confront each other, how can there be any question of being upright or not? There is only the winner is the king and the loser is the enemy. Minister Luan's student must be young, and it is understandable that he is not thoughtful and failed."

Luan Xin sighed softly, his tone helpless.

"Judging from your age, I'm afraid you don't understand the love that I have for my child."

The fat-faced scholar was only slightly startled at first, but when he understood the sarcasm behind this sentence, his facial features almost twisted. Luan Xin said that at his age, he didn't know how to love his children, and that he either had no children or no parents. Was the curse so harsh?

But there was no flaw in Luan Xin's expression. Maybe what the other person said was just an expression of emotion without any connotation, and he was just overthinking it.

At this moment, the man sitting at the head of the group spoke. He looked at the silent Yuan family and said, "I have some impression of Minister Luan's student. He seems to be a retainer of the Yuan family?"

Everyone looked at Luan Xin secretly.

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I really don’t want to eat more cherries this year... Is it just my fault that I always get stomach upset if I eat too many?