"Zhang Jinzhong actually came in person?" Xu Haifeng said with a slightly surprised tone.

  Turning his head to look at Jiang Kongming, he saw that his eyes also had a flickering and uncertain surprise.

  Although they had long guessed that this casino was closely related to Zhang Jinzhong, they never thought that this smash would actually smash out the real master.

  A man strode into the hall with a majestic gait, none other than Zhang Jinzhong, who held an important position. Beside him stood another man in his fifties, with hair slightly graying. Just by looking at the way he moved, one could tell that he was no ordinary person.

  "General Zhang, Father, you've arrived." Lin Muhe exclaimed loudly with a sigh of relief.

  Xu Haifeng raised his head from the chair and slightly cupped his fists in respect, saying: "Junior official Xu Haifeng pays respects to Lord Zhang."

  Zhang Jinzhong's eyelid twitched slightly, and a strange feeling arose from his heart.

  Whether in terms of official position or age, Xu Haifeng should have stood up and bowed. However, he was now sitting upright in his seat, and this courtesy was obviously perfunctory.

  However, Zhang Jinzhong's heart was unable to produce any anger at all.

  Because Xu Haifeng has another identity, another name that shakes the world.

  Master, what an honor it is to be called by this name.

  Since ancient times, there have been many top-notch masters residing in the temple halls, but Xue Haifeng is the first to set a precedent by holding an official position as a sect master.

  Even so, even if his courtesy was not thorough, Zhang Jinzhong would never dare to take responsibility for it.

  He hesitated for a moment, and found it somewhat difficult to address this newly promoted Grandmaster. Several thoughts flashed through his mind, and he coughed, saying: "General Xu, you're as well as can be expected."

  Since Xu Haifeng took the initiative to address him with his official title, he also went along with it and avoided a lot of trouble.

  In comparison, the person beside him seemed much more respectful.

  "In the lower Lin Yi Xing, I have seen Master Xu Da."

  Since he made an appointment with Liji for a decisive battle, this news has spread like the wind across the Great Han and the grasslands.

  Two great masters, these two represent the top-notch newcomers of the Han and Xiongnu, destined to be arch-enemies for life. Their victory or defeat is comparable to a battle, the only difference being that this battle involves only two people.

  Xu Haifeng's prestige at this time was high in the Jianghu, and he was no less than the three great masters.

  Although Lin Yixing and he were in an opposing position, and his age was much older than him, but at this time they met, it was also a willing surrender.

  "Lin Zhuang was being polite." Xuhai Feng returned a distant bow.

  Zhang Jinzhong's gaze lingered on Xu Haifeng for a moment, then turned to Jiang Kongming and asked, "I wonder how Mr. Jiang plans to play this game."

  Jiang Kongming reached into his collar and produced a white feather fan, waving it carelessly as he smiled: "This die, although I've never played with it before, I've at least seen it. Let's just play the simplest version, one die, whoever gets the highest number wins, how about that?"

  Zhang Jinzhong walked up to the largest and most eye-catching table in the hall and said, "Alright, let's do it Mr. Jiang's way. You first."

  Jiang Kongming walked to the table with a hearty laugh, grabbed the dice on top of it without looking, and threw them down.

  The dice rolled round and round on the smooth table, finally stopping. Everyone was shocked at what they saw.

  Two bright red dots indicate that he only threw out two points, this pitiful number that was almost home.

  Seeing everyone's gaze focused on him, Jiang Kongming smiled slightly awkwardly: "A slip of the hand... a slip of the hand... just a momentary mistake."

  He casually picked up another dice and threw it forward, drawing a semicircular arc flying towards Zhang Jin.

  Zhang Jinzhong stretched out his hand to take the dice, just about to throw them, when Jiang Gongming said: "General Zhang, the Roman army has already besieged Wuyang City. We have come here to seek help from the Tianying Army Corps. I implore you, esteemed generals, to consider our shared Han heritage and think thrice before acting."

  The sentence was neither hot nor cold, Zhang Jin's face didn't change color, and it wasn't clear if he had heard clearly. However, his hand paused in mid-air for a moment before throwing it down without hesitation.

  Unlike Jiang Kongming's casual toss, this die seemed to be grasped by a strange force, spinning rapidly on the table as if it would never stop.

  Everyone's gaze changed with the rotation of this die, and after half a beat, it finally stopped.

  A single, large red dot stands out so brightly and strikingly.

  Lin Jiahui's tense heartstrings relaxed, and for some reason, seeing Zhang Datong make such a decision, he inexplicably let out a sigh of relief.

  "I lost." Zhang Jin's calm voice echoed in the hall: "I'll cover Er Dongcheng's silver for him. If Mr. Jiang is not satisfied, he can play another round."

  Satisfied with a smile, Jiang Kongming said: "General Zhang's demeanor is extraordinary. This matter will be settled here, and General Er has his own students to deal with."

  Zhang Jinzhong nodded and bowed deeply, saying: "Thank you very much, Mr. Jiang."

  "No need to be polite. We are all of the same Chinese descent, and some friction is inevitable in daily life, but at this time of national crisis, if we still cannot put aside personal grudges and engage in mutual sabotage, then we can only be considered a sinner of our nation, and will surely leave a stench for ten thousand years."

  Jiang Kongming's smile grew thicker, but when it fell into Zhang Jinzhong's eyes, it made him involuntarily shiver.

  A flash of unusual color crossed his eyes, and he smiled: "Mr. Jiang said it well, that's the reason." But his smile was somewhat forced, with a hint of helplessness.

  Suddenly, Jiang Kongming stopped smiling and became serious.

  The atmosphere in the hall suddenly solidified, and he had not even spoken yet. With just his facial expressions and body movements, he already had an extremely strong impact on people, leaving the onlookers' hearts suspended high up.

  "After February, our master will engage in a decisive battle with the Huns' Li Zhi at the Northern Frontier Camp. Has General Cao been informed?" Jiang Gongming asked loudly.

  Zhang Jinzhong took a deep breath, unable to discern Jiang Kongming's intentions, and could only follow his words: "This matter is known to everyone in the world, and naturally this general will not be an exception."

  "Alright, I'll introduce someone to Lord Tong." Jiang Gongming turned around and pulled over Lü Yangming, solemnly saying: "Does everyone know who this is?"

  "Lord Lümen, it's been a while." Lin Yexing saw that Jiang Kongming was introducing his old arch-nemesis with such seriousness, and he couldn't help but feel extremely dissatisfied. A hint of disdain also naturally flashed in his eyes.

  "Not bad, this is indeed the Fast Sword King Lyu Menzhong of our Great Han's Six Absolutes in the North, a true hero who has made a name for himself in the Jianghu with his unparalleled fast swordsmanship." Jiang Kongming said loudly.

  "Lü Mengzhu's quick sword is indeed impressive, but if you say that no one can match him, I, Lin Mou, dare not agree. As for whether he is a true hero or not... Heh heh..." Lin Yexing raised an eyebrow and stepped forward, saying loudly.

  Lü Yangming let out a loud hum, just about to step forward, but saw Jiang Gongming raise his hand, and immediately stopped in his tracks. He had long since passed the age of recklessly fighting and being hot-headed, deeply understanding the way of human relationships and dealing with the world. Since he had already attached himself to Xu Haifeng, naturally he didn't dare offend this General Jiang.

  Jiang Kongming looked at Lin Yixing and said calmly, "A few days ago, the master of the Lv family met my master by chance and learned that he was about to go to the northern border to fight against the Xiongnu people. He immediately volunteered and moved his whole family westward to show his determination and willingness to follow Master Xu to the northern border. I ask you, Master Lin, is this... worthy of being called heroic?"

  Lin Yixing was stunned, looking at Lü Yangming in disbelief. They had been arch-enemies for many years, and their familiarity with each other had reached an unimaginable level. Given Lü Yangming's character, he would never have thought that he would make such a decision, it was truly something he wouldn't dare to believe even if he were beaten to death.

  Lü Yang's mouth was curled up with a mocking smile, but his old face couldn't help but flush with a hint of redness. Even with his thick skin, he still felt somewhat uncomfortable being suddenly praised by Jiang Kongming in such a way that turned black and white upside down.

  If he hadn't met Xu Haifeng on the way, he would have moved south with his family long ago. But thanks to General Jiang's army's propaganda, which was so vivid and realistic, his future reputation would be completely different from what it is today.

  "The north has always been the land of great heroes, even a martial artist knows to be loyal and dedicated to their country. They leave their homes and families behind to resist foreign humiliation and uphold our national prestige." Jiang Kongming's tone suddenly changed as he said: "Compared to those so-called masters in the south who are content with indulging in pleasure and shrinking from battle, they have much more backbone."

  The corners of his mouth slightly curled up, although he was looking up at the sky with raised eyes, but anyone could hear the tone of disdain in his words.

  Lin Yixing's eyes flashed with anger, but considering Jiang Kongming's identity, he didn't dare to turn his face on the spot. His face turned iron-green as he forced out a smile that was even uglier than crying, saying: "Mr. Jiang is joking."

  "Who says southerners have no backbone..." Lin Muhe was furious, after all he was still young and couldn't take the provocation, let out a loud roar and was about to step forward to argue.

  Suddenly his right hand tightened and was firmly grasped by someone. He turned back to look, and it was surprisingly his senior fellow apprentice Lin Jiahui, who slightly shook his head at him.

  Although the two of them were not related by blood, they had grown up together since childhood, just like biological brothers. Lin Muhe saw that his cheeks were slightly puffed out and there was a hint of intense repression in his eyes, and suddenly knew that he too felt extremely unwilling and angry in his heart.

  "Hmm, is that so?" Jiang Kongming gazed at Lin Muhé with a seemingly smiling yet not quite smiling expression, his face revealing an inexplicable hint of disdain.

  This time, even Zhang Jinzhong, who was standing beside him, had an angry face. As the saying goes, "scolding someone without revealing their shortcomings, hitting someone without hitting their face." Once you reveal their shortcomings, the resentment will be deepened from then on, and it will be difficult to resolve.

  Now, Jiang Kung-ming has brazenly made such a move, what's the difference between this and openly provoking?

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