"Master, will the King of Han really surrender in the face of the envoy of Dayue?"

"It should be true that the King of Han is a smart person, and smart people will not put themselves in danger."

"Indeed, if the King of Han did not surrender, I am afraid that the entire Hanzhong would no longer exist."

...

The two talked patiently and didn't care about Han Xin at all.

This is Hanzhong, thousands of miles away from Han, and it is not so easy to be exposed.

In addition, the man dressed as a scholar was in a very panic and wanted to find some comfort from the old man.

No one has understood their conversation in the past, but this time, an accident happened.

"What are you talking about the King of Han here?"

Han Xin interrupted the two of them, and the words they said were also from Han!

As a former nobleman, Han Xin naturally understood the language of the seven kingdoms. However, compared with the art of war, he always felt that these languages ​​were nothing more than paths and were not worth showing off.

At this moment, this kind of path made him hear extremely unhappy conversations.

Originally, he just wanted to get to know the two of them. After all, it was impossible for him to come to Hanzhong from Han to be an ordinary person.

But what does it mean to be a king of Han and have no respect and surrender?

"If you don't make it clear today, I promise you won't get out of here!"

Sharp!

Han Xin pulled out his sword, flashing with a cold light, aiming it at the old man and the scholar, with murderous intent.

King Wang Yuan of Han was the person he respected the most and would never allow others to insult like this!

Seeing this, the scholar's face was stiff, but he soon understood.

After sighing in his heart, he smiled and said with apologies: "This brother has misunderstood. We are just talking about some recent changes."

"Brother, should I come from outside? Recently, Dayue's messenger came over and said that he wanted the King of Han to surrender, but it caused a lot of controversy."

Speaking of this, the scholar's eyes flashed slightly: "We are just worrying for the King of Han. Brother, don't you know nothing, right?"

"this……"

Han Xin's expression showed a hint of hesitation.

Although he followed Wang Yuan and saw a lot of things in Hanzhong, he could not hide the fact that he had just been to Hanzhong for a few days.

He did not know anything about Hanzhong except what Wang Yuan told him.

Could it be that the King of Han was afraid of the letter and worried, so he concealed the matter of the Great Moon Messenger?

The more Han Xin thought about it, the more likely he felt. Seeing this, the scholar continued to smile and add:

"I think my brother Taiwan is extremely respectful to the King of Han. I don't know if the solution can be solved in the current situation?"

"I discussed with my master for a long time and thought that there was no other way to go besides surrender."

As he said that, he invited Han Xin to sit down.

Han Xin nodded. Seeing this, the middle-aged man next to him left tactfully and did not disturb the chat.

Although he couldn't understand Han Di's words, he also understood that the three of them were discussing important things.

"Dare you ask me about my name?"

"Han Xin, just call me Xin."

Han Xin did not hide it, nor did he use a pseudonym.

He is destined to be a famous person in the world and does not need to hide his identity!

"I'm calling me Ziliang, this is my master Huang Tian."

The scholar introduced Han Xin to his identity as an old man.

The old man nodded and looked at the turbid gaze: "You seem to be very confident about the King of Han. Do you have any solutions in the face of this dilemma?"

"No."

Han Xin was very calm and said his true thoughts in a blunt way:

"The 300,000 army of Qin II and the Great Yuezhi were sandwiched between Hanzhong."

"From the perspective of military tactics, the King of Han has no vitality."

"Since that's the case, why are you so confident about the King of Han?"

The scholar couldn't help but ask, looking at Han Xin.

Han Xin was frank: "Because he is the King of Han!"

"But this is a dead end, and there is no chance of any vitality!" The scholar was unwilling to give up.

Han Xin continued to be calm: "I will always believe in King Han. There is nothing in this world that he cannot solve."

"Can fate change?"

The old man straightened his back and pointed his fingers on the table: "Even the fate of God can be changed by the King of Han!"

"Of course!"

Han Xin still did not waver at all: "The King of Han can do everything, let alone God is illusory."

"Even if he really exists, he can only be the King of Han!"

The last sentence, with Han Xin's unprecedented confidence, both the old man and the scholar were shaken.

Why, Han Xin believed in the King of Han so much?

"Is it possible that you only believe in the King of Han?" The scholar was unwilling to accept it.

"The King of Han is also a human being, he is not an immortal!"

He saw that Han Xin was Wang Yuan's loyal subordinate, and he really wanted to shake his thoughts.

But obviously, his words only had a counterproductive effect.

"You are wrong. The King of Han is indeed an immortal in my eyes!"

The old man and the scholar had nothing to say anymore, and they held their breath in their throats and could not spit it out.

Finally, they stood up and said goodbye, no longer staying in the guesthouse.

"A weird guy."

Han Xin looked at the pair of scholars and old men who were suddenly leaving, and his eyes flashed with confusion.

After asking myself so many questions, I lacked awe of the King of Han in my words. Should I kill them?

Han Xin's sword has not yet been earned and has been kept in front of him. He can still do it, but soon, this idea was thrown behind him.

"Forget it, maybe it's just two fools."

Han Xin did not lower his voice, which was considered a gift to the two of them.

He was an extremely arrogant person, especially when he just learned that he would unify the world and attack the countries soon, which made his confidence expand unprecedentedly.

At this moment, in Han Xin's eyes, except for Wang Yuan, there is probably no one worthy of his attention.

Even the reason for not killing two people is simple in his eyes.

Because Wang Yuan didn't let him do this!

The immortal knew everything, and Wang Yuan didn't let himself do that, that was he didn't care about the two of them!

Putting away the blade, Han Xin continued to drink, and ignored the two of them again.

The old man and the scholar's steps stagnated slightly, but they quickly recovered as usual. However, if the mood recovered, then I know.

"Han Xin..."

"I remember you."

A trace of unwillingness flashed in the scholar's eyes, and he would never fail easily!

...

The sun sets and the moon rises.

When the night was shrouded in the guest house, Han Xin finally waited for the person who wanted to see him.

The young man following the King of Han - Zheng.

"I'm sorry, I'm wasting a little time and I'm only here to find you now."

Zheng sat down calmly without any uneasiness.

He looked at the other two wine bottles on the table and looked at Han Xin with a smile:

"May I ask, is there anyone else here?"

"There is an old man and a scholar."
To be continued...