Under Lu Yao's strong mental power, all Montaigne's dialogues and actions were clearly grasped.

Montaigne's approach made Lu Yao feel a little confused about how to deal with it.

Others kindly send food and supplies, so we can’t repay our kindness with grudges!

After all, we are also polite and cultural people.

As for Montaigne's strength, although he is a Yuansheng strongman, Lu Yao is really not afraid at all.

There are still a lot of poison left on the body of the fake Yuanpu "Chen Mengxin".

One of the poisons was a strange poison that Grandma Li specifically asked Lu Yao to keep carefully and should not be used unless it was absolutely necessary. It was said that it could cause the fall of Yuan Shengdu.

[Shenxian Xiang]: A kind of smoky that can make people die of life and death. The higher their cultivation level, the stronger their poisonous effects will be. It can make Yuan Sheng intoxicated and deeply rooted in the illusion poison and unable to wake up for several months.

This poison is extremely precious and Grandma Li has never used it several times herself.

There is only one antidote to this poison, that is, the excrement of rare beasts (dream butterflies). There is no medicine to cure it except that unless you are completely immune to various poisons.

The formula of this poison is absolutely confidential, and even Lu Yao doesn't know the specific configuration method.

This is not because Grandma Li deliberately guards against Lu Yao, but because Grandma Li herself doesn't know what one of the main medicines is.

It is precisely because of the existence of the fairy fragrance that Lu Yao dared to deliberately anger Montaigne at the beginning.

"Gang Master, what are you thinking?" Ye Wuming quietly came to Lu Yao and asked softly.

Lu Yao returned to his senses, smiled slightly, and said with a pretentious thought: "I'm wondering where we will go next, whether we should leave here, go to wander on the sea, or stay for a boring life."

His voice is very light, which makes people unable to help but think deeply.

"Why don't we join the Qin Empire?" Ye Wuming said it after thinking for a few seconds, with some temptation in his tone.

"No, I will never agree to join the Qin Empire. The Qin Empire has strict politics and laws and the conscription is very serious. If we join the Qin Empire, we will probably be dragged to the battlefield. At that time, everyone will be scattered and arranged to other armies. Over time, the dreams we finally created will disperse!"

Before Lu Yao could speak, Mo Lang emerged from behind and shouted reluctantly.

Ye Wuming ignored him, just looked at Lu Yao, and thoughtfully said: "They kept giving porridge and supplies these days, which made me feel awkward. If we still don't surrender in the end, Montaigne would definitely slaughter us under pressure. Instead of doing this, we might as well submit and save our lives first. After our cultivation is strong, we will find other ways to escape from the Qin Dynasty. The most urgent task now is that our cultivation is too low and we are not their opponents at all. If we resist, we may not have any room for survival!"

"Then let them kill! Anyway, Mo Lang is not afraid of death! I will never join Daqin!" Mo Lang shouted excitedly.

Lu Yao also chose to ignore Mo Lang and just said softly: "Actually, I am not worried about Montaigne's strength at all. What I am a little afraid of is the Great Qin Empire behind him. Another point is that Montaigne makes me feel that I can't say it, but I can feel that he is not a bad person. Also, you guessed it well, Montaigne does have plans to get rid of us."

"Why do they remove us?" Xu Longxiang asked silly at the door, but he was puzzled.

Ye Wuming sighed, looked at him with a smile on his face, and explained patiently: "Because our talents are all very powerful, especially you, you have a rare dual-type rare soul, which is a great danger to the empire. If you cannot take it for yourself, the safest way is to get rid of it during the budding period."

"I understand. Will it be fine if I restrain my breath in the future?" Xu Longxiang smiled cleverly, and really restrained his breath.

"Okay, they have known about your affairs for a long time. What's the use of restraint now?" Lu Yao glanced at him angrily and said with a smile.

When Xu Longxiang heard this, she laughed and scratched her head, feeling a little embarrassed. He thought it was all the trouble that he caused.

"Actually, your plan is not impossible." Lu Yao then looked at Ye Wuming and said seriously.

"So, Master, have you agreed to join the Qin Empire temporarily?" Ye Wuming responded excitedly.

Lu Yao did not answer directly, but just smiled mysteriously and said, "Things have not reached that point yet, let's see!"

Mo Lang was like a transparent person. No matter what he said, he was ignored by Lu Yao and Ye Wuming. Even Xu Longxiang pretended not to see him.

A few days later, 20 large ships dedicated to transporting food slowly sailed along the coastline, which were the supplies of the Meng family.

The weather is getting colder and colder at this time.

On this day, the sky was dark and the bone-broken cold wind swept the earth. There were still many people who were dreaming about the country fishing on the coast.

The cold wind ripped their tender faces and their earlobes were covered with frostbite.

"It's a cold day, I really don't understand why we still have to fish. Isn't the Qin Empire serving porridge every day? There are also big white steamed buns. We roast charcoal and eat steamed buns and drink porridge in the house, how great!"

On a simple boat, a boy of fifteen or sixteen complained casually. He grabbed the end of a fishing net in his hand, his hands were frozen purple, and there were still many broken places.

"You don't understand this! In the words of the deputy gang leader, this is called preparing for the future and being prepared for any trouble. Think about it, if the Qin Empire suddenly stopped giving porridge, what will we eat? Then the snow and ice, except for these dried fish that can be eaten, what else can we eat?" There was a famous deacon on the boat, explaining.

The boy who had just complained quickly slapped the root of his thigh with one hand and suddenly shouted: "So that's it! I said how could those soldiers be so kind to us for no reason? He served us with rice and flour every day. It turned out that he wanted to hunger us in winter, so let us beg them! It's so hateful!"

At this moment, a strong wind suddenly broke out on the sea surface, the waves surging, the temperature dropped sharply, and the breath exhaled from the mouth seemed to freeze instantly.

Everyone on the boat knows that this is going to change!

The shore also followed, and the sound of gongs came.

"It's going to explode! Everyone, shut up!" someone shouted loudly.

When the disciples fishing at the sea heard this, they all gathered up their strength and began to close the net quickly and move quickly.

Mo Lang came along the waves, and the Yuanli was released to help them close the net.

A snowflake fell quietly from the sky.

It slowly landed in Lu Yao's palm, but it did not melt.

Immediately afterwards, snowflakes fell to the ground, accompanying the scenery outside, giving the beauty of withered and coolness.

"Is it winter?"

Lu Yao looked up and stared at the dark sky, his eyes filled with longing and he muttered to himself.

"Sister Meng, I've raised the charcoal fire in the room. Come in and warm it up." Mo Li lifted the curtain, poked his head out and shouted at Lu Yao.

Lu Yao shook his head slowly and said, "No need, I'm not cold."

"Hey Ha-Hey Ha!"

"Hey Ha-Hey Ha!"

Dreams are tainted outside the country, and in the heavy snow, the Meng family army practices martial arts shirtlessly on a clearing ground, with a momentum like a group of tigers roaring in the sky, making people feel deeply shocked when they glance at it.

The 5,000 elite soldiers of the Meng family army, the momentum is amazing!

Among these people, the lowest cultivation level is all 60 yuan.

Many of Meng Ranjiangshan's disciples were watching quietly, full of interest, intending to steal the sect.

Mo Lang, Ye Wuming, and Xu Longxiang were also among them.

"Boys, don't just peek at them. If you have the ability, come down and practice your skills!" Montaigne raised his eyes and looked at the direction where they were hiding, shouting with a provocative tone.

Xu Longxiang couldn't help but hear this, but he still looked at Mo Lang and Ye Wuming very well and asked for instructions.

Mo Lang jumped out directly and shouted back: "Practice it! Whoever is afraid of whom!"

Seeing this, Xu Longxiang also rushed out quickly. It was Mo Lang's first appearance, so he didn't have to worry about being blamed by Lu Yao.

Ye Wuming had no choice but to take his people out.

On the snow, two groups of people separated in half, one side was neatly arranged, and although the other side was not in a neat formation, it was because there were many people.

"Tell me, how do you want to practice?" Mo Lang straightened his back and shouted at Montaigne.

Montaigne did not answer directly, but turned around calmly, walked towards the tiger chair above, sat on it, picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said slowly: "Since we have to compare, we have to have a good start, otherwise wouldn't it be boring? How about it?"

Lottery head?

It means prizes!

Mo Lang frowned. He was not stupid. He knew that Montaigne must have not been able to hold back his farts, so he looked at Ye Wuming cleverly, with a gloss of asking for help in his eyes.

Ye Wuming stepped forward, bowed to Montaigne first, and then said, "We dreamed of the country is remote, and we have no property to be used as a lottery. We also hope General Meng will take care of him. If we have to ask for a lottery, we will not practice."

Montaigne was very satisfied with Ye Wuming's attitude, and no longer pretended to behave. He stood up and walked down, saying casually: "Since you don't have a lottery, let's bet something else."

"What do you want to bet?" Mo Lang blurted out.

Seeing this, Ye Wuming knew something was wrong and thought it was bad.

At this moment, Lu Yao walked on the snow, like a little exiled immortal, his white skirt was as good as a snow, slowly landing in the field, and said first: "Caitou, we dreamed of the country, we naturally have something of equal value that General Meng could not produce."

When Montaigne saw Lu Yao appear, he spoke wildly and laughed: "If you have any good things, you might as well take them out. I will definitely use something of equal value to make a lottery."

Lu Yao raised his mouth, his sleeves waving, and a roll of golden book shot out, floating in front of everyone.

"This is a natural skill. I wonder if General Meng has something of equal value to be used as a lottery?" Lu Yao's eyes were filled with a little ridicule. He was deliberately testing Montaigne's personality.

At the same time, he also had the intention of forcing Montaigne to take action.

As long as Montaigne is moved and takes action to snatch it, he can take action naturally, use the fairy incense to kill him, and then refine him into a Yuan corpse!

If Montaigne is not even moved by the Tianpin Yuanshi, then this person can become a friend.

It would be fine if Meng Ranjiangshan followed the trend and joined the Qin Empire.

"What! Tianpin Yuan skills! Really fake?" The Meng family army took a breath, and their eyes were almost glaring out.

"Haha, do you really believe it? She is a little girl, how could she have something like Tianpin Yuanjie? Don't you know how precious Tianpin Yuanjie is?" Someone immediately retorted and expressed distrust.

"The natural elementary technology is extremely precious and its value is comparable to that of hundreds of cities. Even our General Meng only knows one type of natural elementary technology, but it is still incomplete! She is a baby and she will never have a treasure like the natural elementary technology!" Someone laughed coldly and analyzed.

Ye Wuming was sweating in secret. He really didn't expect that Lu Yao would have a king bomb as soon as he came up, completely disrupting his rhythm.

Mo Lang came to Lu Yao nervously and whispered: "Gang Master! This is not appropriate! This is a natural elementary skill. If we lose, wouldn't we lose a lot!"

Lu Yao nodded, and instead said loudly: "It's just a natural elementary skill. I want as much as this thing! If I lose, I will give it to them! Don't worry."
To be continued...