Mythology card making

Chapter 128 Luo Qianren and Qi Wuwei (please vote for me)
July 7, 24pm.

Shanhai Hotel, 35th floor, tide viewing pavilion.

The floor-to-ceiling window covering the entire wall is a steel jungle shrouded in neon. Inside the window are well-dressed people, crowded with people, and feasting.

Lao Luo was wearing a quite wide executive jacket, sitting alone in the corner of the banquet, calmly looking at the "big shots" chatting and laughing not far away.

Occasionally, out of habit, he would pick up the goblet and take a sip of expensive red wine that seemed to him sour and bitter.

"Can't you get used to drinking?" Someone sat next to him and joked, "One mouthful costs tens of thousands."

"My opinion is, it's better than draft beer."

Lao Luo put the wine glass aside, turned around and saw a slightly clumsy face with a beard.

"Team Qi, long time no see." He greeted with a smile.

"It's been a while since I last saw you." Qi Wuwei lowered his head and straightened his sleeves, then raised his head, revealing a pair of weathered eyes deeply embedded in his eye sockets, "I never thought you could come back alive."

"I really disappoint Captain Qi. I've always been lucky." Luo Qianren smiled, but his words contained a gun and a stick, "At least within the next 200 years, you and those bastards from the Qi family will not There will be opportunities to trick my son."

"Ha ha."

Qi Wuwei laughed softly. Although he knew very well that Luofu was probably wary of him due to his temperament, and would not give him a chance to adopt an adopted son, he still said:

"As the old saying goes, once a teacher, always a father. If you die, it will be a natural thing for me to adopt my adopted son. By then, we will become a family. Therefore, I will not care about your offense. and disrespectful.”

Lao Luo laughed and said:

"Team Qi, you are simply overthinking this. I am not too old and my mental reserve is not bad. It will not be a problem to survive to two or three hundred years old.

On the other hand, you and your family have done so many unscrupulous things that your life expectancy has almost been reduced. Maybe one day you will be killed by a mud-headed dragon with full insurance as soon as you go out.

But don't worry, with the friendship between us fighting side by side and fighting against monsters in the past, I definitely can't let you die in peace.

That's right, aren't you happy to have an adopted son and adopted daughter?

When the time comes, I will spend more money and hire a bunch of people who sing for nothing, and let them play the role of filial sons and grandsons in front of your coffin.I guarantee that you will walk in glory and shine..."

Qi Wuwei couldn't help but feel happy as he listened. He finally understood that Luofu's bad attitude from time to time was not his fault.

The co-author, Lao Luo, is not easy to get along with either.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but raise his head and carefully looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar middle-aged man in front of him.

In the battle to defend the mountains and seas 20 years ago, the opponent was an ordinary soldier under his command.

Even just over a month ago, there was a huge gap between the two in many aspects.

But today, the former soldier dares to get angry and take the initiative to invite a fight to his former captain who has been strong from his youth to his middle age. It is really like a wheel of fate.

After laughing hoarsely, Qi Wuwei couldn't help but remind him "kindly":

"If you want to cause trouble for the Qi family, you can go to the third and fourth sons. I have always been very good to Ronaldinho."

"Some time ago, in order to save this child, I openly opposed the ancestor and was detained in the ancestral hall and forced to kneel. I was not released until the day before yesterday."

"If you want to succeed, you must figure out who is your friend and who is your enemy. At least when it comes to children, our attitudes are definitely the same."

"I really like Ronaldinho, this kid, I..."

Before Qi Wuwei finished speaking, he was interrupted by Lao Luo:
"Just lie to your buddies, don't lie to yourself."

"You're all a thousand-year-old yellow boy. Why are you playing "Yunmengguiqilu" with me?"

"Don't think I can't see your crooked intestines."

"You are indeed a person who cherishes talents and cherishes them. You also really like my son."

"It's a pity that you will also grow old. I remember a mentor once said that there is weakness in the aristocratic family class."

"Ordinary people live this life, work hard every day, and suffer enough. They can be tired but welcome death naturally."

"It's different for you people from aristocratic families... Forget it, we won't beat you to death with a stick. Speaking of you alone, you will definitely enjoy a lot of blessings in this life."

"Money, beauty, power, status...not to mention these worldly things, every increase in mental state, every binding of a powerful card, is an enjoyment that goes deep into the soul. Can you give it up?"

"In other words, after enjoying so many blessings, are you afraid of death?"

Without waiting for the other party to speak, Luo Qianren replied to himself:

"Twenty years ago, we participated in the Battle of Mountains and Seas together. I believe that at that time, you were not afraid of death."

"But as time goes by, you are getting older and no longer young, and you have witnessed the decline of your once invincible ancestor with your own eyes. You have been almost tortured into a madman by the illusory immortality. Unknowingly, you have been exaggerated by that desperate emotion. , and began to become afraid of death."

"Qi Wuwei, at this moment, do you dare to say with your conscience that from the beginning to the end, you have never had the slightest idea of ​​using my son as a reserve source of longevity?"

Qi Wuwei was startled when he heard this. After being silent for a while, he raised his head and took a sip of blood-red wine. After a long time, he lowered his head and said, "Qianren, Qianren, you are the one who really hides your secrets."

Lies don't hurt, truth is the knife.

After wearing a mask for a long time, people's self-awareness will gradually become blurred.

As time passed, Qi Wuwei even gradually accepted the identity of "good teacher".

Don't think this is a good thing.

For benefit creatures like Qi Wuwei, identity is never a shackle, but a powerful psychological comfort that helps them get rid of moral burdens.

To put it simply, every time he helps Luofu as a "good teacher", he will be "touched" himself.

When you are about to die, you will unconsciously think, "As a teacher, I have helped you so many times. It is natural for you to give me some feedback and let the teacher live a few more years." Use Luofu, the "hidden source of longevity".

Even most of the time, Luofu didn't need his help, and he would count it as a "favor".

It can be described as pure gangster logic.

Lao Luo was able to thrive in Zhuxia's "humane" environment, and to put it harshly, he was also an old fox.

Just because he doesn't talk about it at ordinary times doesn't mean that he can't see the dirty things about the family.

I kept all these things in my stomach before, just because I didn't want to endanger my wife and children.

But now, the Qi family had their evil thoughts on his son, and he was too lazy to make excuses with these people.

As the old saying goes: "A dragon has scales that are inverse, and if you touch them, you will get angry."

His wife and children are undoubtedly his enemies.When it comes to parents and children, Lao Luo loses his usual "hiding one's strength and biding his time" and exposes Qi Wuwei's hidden ugly thoughts.

This behavior can be said to have directly torn apart the other party's hypocritical mask of deceiving others and deceiving himself. It also made Qi Wuwei, a man who had hidden evil intentions and tried to occupy the moral high ground, re-examine his own heart and deeply realize that he What is it.

Qi Wuwei's many years of qi-nurturing skills were shattered by this blow that directly hit his lungs. Qi Wuwei, who often wears a "mask" when walking around, failed to manage his expression in a public event such as a banquet for the first time. His face was black in public, and he did not hide the treachery and gloom deep in his heart.

It is worth mentioning that the Qi family attaches great importance to the cultivation of younger generations.

Just as Qi Wenhan, the boss of the Qi family, is not only a very good scholar in addition to his superb card-making skills and excellent family and business management talents, Qi Wuwei also has his own strengths in addition to card-making and battle cards:

He was a very good archaeologist.

In his 20-year career, he has visited various large tombs and high-risk ruins, earning a large amount of valuable ancient cultural relics and historical information for the alliance and family.

About 17 years ago, he learned about a highly incomplete story of a legendary figure through the murals in a historian's tomb.

He was a son of an official named "Cao". Judging from the performance of those incomplete stories, the word "hero" is undoubtedly very suitable to describe him.

He was deeply fascinated by the treacherous and evil yet broad-minded and heroic personality charm of the other party.

In the rest of life, they will pursue each other's shadow.

He thought he had learned well, but in fact, he didn't even scratch the surface.

At his core, he is a "hypocrite" who not only has some shining points of personality, but also likes to deceive himself and stand on the moral high ground and psychological advantage.

Lao Luo's words were like a flying sword carrying a strong wind, severely shattering the "white-faced show" he had been running for many years, and made him remember what kind of person he was.

Qi Wuwei's chest was visibly rising and falling, and there were very obvious blue veins at the ends of his eyebrows on both sides.

Obviously out of breath.

"Breathe...breathe..." He took a few deep breaths.

After all, he is also the second heir carefully cultivated by the card master family. His psychological quality is extraordinary. He quickly adjusted and smiled quite naturally: "You understand me so well, then I really can't keep you."

"Maybe try it."

Lao Luo half-squinted his eyes and drank the scarlet wine in the cup. For a moment, his body and mind were surging, twisting into a vortex, as majestic as the mountains and the vast sea.

Qi Wuwei was not to be outdone. As a veteran master of Yunmeng and coming from a noble family, he was in a higher echelon among his peers in terms of mental reserve and deck composition.

From the beginning to the end, I didn't believe that I would lose to a middle-aged loser who had been mediocre for more than forty years.

"Anyone will say if they are provocative, it's a mule or a horse, pull it out and run around."

Qi Wuwei rubbed his toothache, and the stubborn wrinkles that could not be covered by years of cosmetic surgery were twisted together, making his face look a little ferocious.

Lao Luo unscrewed more than sixty bottles of glacier mineral water, rinsed his mouth, and spit it into the lacquered gold mouthwash basin.

He just tossed his coat and rolled up his sleeves, got up and walked towards the card fighting arena in the hotel.

Qi Wuwei shook his neck, relaxed his muscles and bones, followed closely, and left the table quickly.

There are many semen among the men and women in the banquet hall.

Although Lao Luo and Qi Wuwei communicated with each other mentally throughout the whole process, making it difficult for people to understand the content of the conversation, these people still roughly guessed from their facial expressions that the two had just ended an unpleasant conversation, and this was about to happen. Go to the card fighting arena upstairs to “discuss”.

One is a well-known local master from an aristocratic family, and the other is the "Nail" spokesperson who has eaten up all the dividends of the counterattack on the secular world. Which one of the two is stronger and weaker?
The answer in most people's minds is the former.

But even if this is a "no suspense" battle, these people still want to watch this "Dragon Fight" from the bottom of their hearts.

Since the official entrance banquet will be held at noon tomorrow, today's dinner can only be regarded as a "side table" to warm up in advance, and is not very important.

Therefore, the host didn't mind that the guests came upstairs to watch the battle, and even looked forward to it.

"Daughter, do you want to go over and take a look?"

The pot-bellied middle-aged man in a suit asked the girl beside him who was lacking interest and yawning.

"Looking at the age of these two uncles, most of them follow the very old-fashioned deck routines of the old era, with nothing new at all. Watching them fight, I might as well go back to the house and take a nap. These three years of high school have been for me. I’m so exhausted that even twelve hours of sleep a day is not enough.”

The girl waved her hands, covered her mouth and yawned again.

"Hey, you can't say that. Lao Qi is a famous archaeologist in Zhuxia, and Lao Luo is one of the first beneficiaries of the new era. They are not simple people. The opportunity to observe this level of battle at close range is rare. "

"You will be reporting to the university in one month. The competition in Shenjing is even more cruel. If you dump a load of bricks in the university town, for every ten people you hit, there will be seven or eight top picks from small places. Second place."

"Confidence is a good thing, but we can't become complacent before we learn how to 'walk'. Listen to dad and go upstairs and have a look. This kind of game between experts will definitely benefit you a lot."

"I know, I know."

The girl sighed softly, waved her hands, and walked briskly towards the elevator entrance.

Similar scenes occurred in every corner of the banquet hall.

"That uncle seems to be Brother Fu's father, he's so magnanimous!"

Zhou Bolang, who has a good impression of Luofu, praised loudly at the "children's table".

"Mr. Luo is actually Brother Fu's father..."

Ever since losing to Luofu, Song Fuzhou, who had been "ignorant of what was happening outside the window and focused on making awesome cards", raised his head in surprise.

Reminiscent of my father's high praise for this "Mr. Luo" in the past two days, I couldn't help but have a strong interest in this battle.

"He seemed to be beating my second uncle..."

Qi Wenhan's biological daughter and Qi Hongyun's adopted sister - Qi Tianxin hooked her cheek with her fingertips, and a sly smile gradually bloomed on her face:
"Luofu is so powerful, and his father can't be wrong. Maybe he can really beat my second uncle's teeth all over the floor... Let's go! Let's go and see the excitement!"

"Tianxin, where are you standing? You can't turn your elbows outward. That's our second uncle." Qi Hongyun couldn't help but said.

"Kiss?" Qi Tianxin shrugged, smiled inexplicably, picked up his coat, and walked towards the elevator entrance without looking back.

Song Fuzhou and Zhou Bolang followed closely and left the table one after another.

Qi Hongyun sat on his seat for a while, but finally couldn't bear his curiosity and quickly chased after him.

In the blink of an eye, less than half of the people in the banquet hall left.

The battle between Luo Qianren and Qi Wuwei also officially started at this moment.

(End of this chapter)