Wen Shuo raised his eyebrows on one side, looked at Jing Bai's expression in squinting eyes, ignored this guy, tilted his neck and drank half a cup of Wuliangye, smashed his mouth and poured it all over, and then picked up the special crispy lamb leg meat made from the restaurant on the first floor of the hotel. He squinted his eyes and chewed it with quite enjoyment. After swallowing it, he picked up the wine glass.

Jing Bai had no choice but to say, "I practice physiognomy and are best at Feng Shui and geomantics. The northwest is vast and sparsely populated, and is not disturbed by the worldly world. The Feng Shui aura and the state of Yin and Yang and Five Elements of Heaven and Earth spread smoothly. So that night, even if I lived in the Qianfo Cave Scenic Area, I immediately noticed the sudden and powerful sandstorm disaster, and calculated the reason for the sandstorm, which should have been led by human practice."

"So, this shit basin is going to be pressed on my head?" Wen Shuo snorted, and didn't even look at Jing Bai, eating meat and drinking wine in big mouthfuls.

"Wen Shuo..." Jing Bai said a little angrily: "Is it necessary to hide between you and me? I can understand your caution, but if you keep doing this, will we still have trust?"

Wen Shuo didn't care about Jing Bai's tone at all, and chewed the meat and said vaguely: "You are so embarrassed to say trust, and you put two pots of shit on my head in a row!"

"I really admire you! We're eating and drinking!" Jing Bai was so disappointed with this vulgar guy - there were hearty food and wine on the table. The guy actually ate and drank sweetly, while saying the word "shit" in his mouth, and he also ate and drank one by one...

"A clean heart is better than anything else." Wen Shuo said indifferently.

"I'm not clean?" Jing Bai glared.

"If you are clean in your heart, you will not always think of others as bad people, nor will you doubt an old friend, especially an old friend who is honest, sincere and kind, and who is extremely trusting with friends." Wen Shuo held the chopsticks and tickled the shank of fragrant lamb, and smiled: "Not even more, I will wrongly accuse me with a nearly framed tone."

Jing Bai was stunned.

After careful consideration, this is indeed the case.

So he showed a hint of guilty embarrassment, sighed, and said, "Wen Shuo, we have known each other for a long time. You know my personality, it's not that bad."

"Well, that's OK. Although it's worse than me, it's still much better than most people. I'm not talking about the cultivation of Xuanfa, but about the character of human beings..." The fat man said without blushing, as if he had been empty before coming. After eating and drinking, he finally put a little underneath, wiped his mouth with a tablecloth, lit a cigarette, and said leisurely: "I didn't want to hide it from you. I never thought I hadn't started talking yet, so you put a hat on my head first!"

Jing Bai was stunned, and then he became more and more embarrassed, and even more slapped himself in his heart. He knew that Wen Shuo was unreasonable, but he still couldn't help it!

That's right, let this kid catch Li!

Wen Shuo leaned back and crossed his legs and said frankly: "But you are half right. It seems that I have to learn physiognomy from you in the future. Feng Shui is not simple. You can sense and calculate it from two thousand miles apart, and you can realize it as a living god!"

Speaking of this, he gave a thumbs up from the bottom of his heart.

Jing Bai raised his face and didn't say anything. He picked up the wine glass and took a sip of the wine. He felt so awkward. Since he met Wen Shuo, he has never had a good conversation every time. He wished he could kill this fat man, but he was happy to make friends and chat with this guy.

It's so fucking weird!

Wen Shuo smiled and took a sip with Jing Bai, and then he didn't embarrass Jing Bai any longer, saying, "The three missing were still a professor, the British people who died of plague and Caier. There were two others, who were his assistants. Caier's grandson was a Western wizard. He had to practice collecting ghosts at the Loulan ruins. At that time, I felt that the Yin and Yang and Five Elements in that place were too disordered, and the practice was too dangerous, and it might even affect others. But after persuading several times, he couldn't persuade the grandson, so he even had a fucking fight for this!"

"How to collect ghosts at the Loulan ruins?" Jing Bai showed a surprised expression.

"That's right?" Wen Shuo shook his head and sighed, "I can't persuade him. We can't really ruin someone's good things just because of a fight, right?"

"Wen Shuo!" Jing Bai immediately stared at the eyes and looked serious, and scolded seriously: "You shouldn't have such an idea. What is a good thing to ruin him? It is the Loulan site, a historical civilization preserved for thousands of years, and a precious historical heritage of our China. How can you watch him do things there and destroy the site?!"

Wen Shuo said in surprise: "Why should I stop this, what should I do?"

Jing Bai stood up angrily, slapped the table and scolded: "Just because you are a Chinese, a mysterious scholar in the Xuanmen River in the Chinese Xuanmen River! You are the inheritor of a mysterious method. This is a responsibility and obligation!"

"Oh..." Wen Shuo laughed in anger and shook his head.

"Wen Shuo!" Jing Bai sat down with anger and said earnestly: "The Xuanmen River and Lake have been passed down for thousands of years. Although occasionally people who enter the temple are limited by the world, the great way, and the world, and cannot have a good end. Therefore, Xuanshi has mixed praises and criticisms in history, more criticisms than praises, and they are not considered as a rash without orthodoxism. However, the inheritance and civilization of this ancestor are real. No matter what our identity is, we cannot forget our roots!"

Wen Shuo nodded and admitted with laughter and cry.

"That Briton who died of plague and pierced anger, knowing that it will cause a backlash from heaven and earth and cause huge destructive natural disasters, is still doing the work in the Loulan ruins. Not to mention what kind of race and nation in history are, at least, they have been our roots since ancient times, so he is digging the ancestral tombs of our Chinese people!" Jing Bai said this, and seemed to be unable to suppress his anger. He picked up the wine glass and poured a big glass. He was angry but didn't know what to say anymore, but the angry eyes clearly showed that Wen Shuo dared to refute something, and he would immediately fight with Wen Shuo to the death.

Wen Shuo frowned and looked at Jing Bai with a look of surprise.

He is a man in his forties, and is usually gentle and elegant, which is simply the style of a contemporary Confucian scholar. He rarely sees him as intense as he looks.

"Maybe my attitude is a bit too extreme, but..." Jing Bai was still a little angry and was panting heavily.

At this point, Wen Shuo finally confirmed what kind of person Jing Bai was.

Let’s not talk about anything else, at least, this guy is a pure patriotism, a person who loves the nation and the bones.

Having said that, it’s an individual, shouldn’t it be like this?

To safeguard the dignity of the country and nation, those who draw their swords in anger are for love; to anger them without fighting, criticize and insult them. As long as they are correct and to give something good, that is also love.

Wen Shuo thought of the literary advice in history, and the martial arts loyalty!

People are born with roots!

People, life means faith!

Wen Shuo had never experienced this and was scolded and scolded to death, but he could not feel anger or dissatisfaction at all. Instead, he was a little happy and happy. In fact, since he learned that Evan Charles was going to do the work at the Loulan site, he and Mr. Yang Jingbin reached an agreement and would never allow Charles' behavior.

But at that time, Wen Shuo didn't think too much about it. He just felt that the ruins that had been preserved for thousands of years were from China. If others did something there, it would definitely not work. It was like someone ran to his home with bricks and wanted to smash the window glass. As the owner, of course, he had to stop it. If he couldn't stop it, he had to do it with his girl!

But at that time, Wen Shuo didn't expect too many great names!

Yang Jingbin thought of it, but unfortunately he was not a Xuanshi. He did not understand the long history and belief civilization of the Xuanmen River and the world;

Wen Shuo is young and doesn't think far-reachingly enough.

After hearing Jing Bai's lesson, he suddenly realized why he had been so impulsive and decisive from the beginning to the end of this incident of Evan Charles's practice.

Because it is not just simple selfishness and shallow consciousness maintenance.

Everything comes from the nation, family and country deep in my heart, the source of the flowing in my blood, the belief, culture and spirit that are inherited!

After hesitating for a long time, Jing Bai sighed, smiled bitterly with a slightly disappointed smile and said, "Okay, I won't say these words that seem too empty to many people... At least, the ending is good, and the Loulan ruins have not been damaged much."

"Are you not worried about the life and death of so many people?" Wen Shuo frowned and said in surprise.

"How old are you?" Jing Bai sneered and said, "The Loulan site is a civilization that has been around for thousands of years, a great relic that cannot be replicated, and a precious civilizational wealth left to us by our ancestors!" At this point, he paused, snorted softly, and said, "You must be thinking that I am a little cold-blooded now, right?"

Wen Shuo shook his head.

Jing Bai narrowed his eyes and said, "There are differences in importance in matters. Since Xuanmen River has always been regarded as a turbulent person, then the grassroots person must have the style and thoughts of the grassroots person."

Wen Shuo sighed heavily, as if he was determined, nodded and said lightly: "So, Evan Charles, his two assistants, and four other people responsible for picking up him, all died in the desert."

"Um?"

"Drink!" Wen Shuo raised his glass and drank it all in one go.

Jing Bai frowned, asked a little excited, and in disbelief: "A total of seven people died?"

Death and disappearance are actually the same for this disaster, from a realistic perspective.

But Jing Bai asked this sentence, death and disappearance have a different meaning.

Wen Shuo nodded, then calmly seemed to answer the question, and said with a smile: "Although there is no explicit statement in the news, almost everyone who understands how terrible the sandstorms in the desert and Gobi should be amazed at how lucky the other people in this expedition team are to come back alive except for Evan Charles and his party of three missing."

"you mean……"

"I have no other intentions. Damn it, I hang my rope, drink medicine and hand it to the bottle, and I waving my hand to see you off the building; I shouldn't die, I can't watch them die!" Wen Shuo laughed very happily, as if he was drunk, raised his glass and drank again!
Chapter completed!