Demon Lord Tang Dynasty

"Hahahaha..."

A loud, aged yet powerful laugh rolled out.

Outside the tent, the young man left outside by the old man surnamed Lu involuntarily turned his head and glanced at the large tent.

He hadn't heard such hearty laughter from his great-uncle in a long time.

However, after the laughter subsided, the tent fell silent again, and no sound could be heard.

The young people know that this is just an illusion.

The two of them couldn't have just been sitting in silence inside the tent; they must have been talking about something.

It was simply because the tents were airtight, preventing any sound from escaping.

The young man was curious, but he didn't try to eavesdrop on the sounds inside the tent. Instead, he took a few steps outside and stood guard around the tent like a pine tree.

Since his uncle did not choose to let him follow, it meant he did not want him to know the content of the conversation.

He certainly wouldn't do something so rude as to eavesdrop simply out of curiosity.

"Haha, young friend, you are indeed exceptionally talented."

Inside the large tent, the old man looked at Gao Yi with a smile on his face, praising him repeatedly.

"Senior, you flatter me. The Lu family has a thousand-year history, and there are probably countless geniuses in the family. How could a junior like me be worthy of your attention?" Gao Yi said with a laugh.

From the moment he entered the tent, the old man's demeanor was remarkably sincere.

Without any concealment, they even revealed some of the secret inheritances of their aristocratic families without hesitation.

Such a style of work certainly makes it easy to gain trust.

But Gao Yi isn't so easily open and honest with others.

A family with a thousand-year history is not to be trifled with.

If it were that inexperienced young man outside the tent, it wouldn't be surprising if he behaved this way.

But without even needing to get to know the old man in front of me, I knew he was definitely a cunning old fox.

In fact, although the other party seemed to be holding nothing back, they revealed very little of the real information.

Most of them are just corners and edges.

As for the art of praise, well, Gao Yi is a master of it too.

You should know that he had previously completely fooled Tuli by praising him.

How could I possibly be trapped by someone else?

Upon hearing this, a glint of light flashed in the old man's eyes.

Within his sight, he could clearly see Gao Yi's expression.

Joy, trepidation, and a hint of inexplicable longing and anticipation.

That look was exactly like someone who had finally met a respected senior in their heart.

However, he could sense that the other person's emotions remained completely unchanged throughout the entire process.

Whether it's his identity or his flattery.

"I am rather envious of the Gao family, for they have been able to give birth to such a fine son as my young friend."

The old man spoke again, offering his praise.

This time, however, his words carried a greater sense of sincerity.

Compared to the person before him, the younger members of his clan were somewhat insignificant.

Gao Yi waved his hand repeatedly, but his heart remained calm.

Even though the old man used the name "Gao" to formally acknowledge his identity as the Gao family of Bohai.

However, this was to be expected.

"call……"

The old man shook his head and exhaled.

"Very well, let's leave this small talk here. Would you be willing to discuss some serious matters with me, young friend?"

"I am all ears."

Gao Yi's expression turned serious, and all the expressions on his face vanished instantly.

He knew that now was the time to get down to business.

"The scenery of the grasslands is indeed unique, but it is ultimately not the true essence of China. I wonder what your thoughts are, young friend?" The old man chuckled.

The meaning in the words is very clear; not a single word mentions the Central Plains, yet every word is about the Central Plains.

"Steps, springboards."

Gao Yi's eyes flashed; this was the springboard he had been hoping for.

The Turkic forces under his command were incompatible with those of the Central Plains, and forcibly entering would only provoke a backlash.

Therefore, he needs the assistance of an external force.

Bohai Gao's title is one of them, but this title alone is clearly not enough.

"Life is hard, and it is already difficult for me to barely survive. How could I dare to hope for anything else?"

Gao Yi shook his head bitterly.

He did not choose to engage in the other person's conversation.

Even if he already has the intention in his heart, when and how he expresses it will have completely different effects.

The Lu family of Fanyang are not to be trifled with.

It should be noted that the most likely group to come here and make contact with him was the Gao family of Bohai.

Now it has suddenly become the Lu family of Fanyang. How could such a change be without reason?

Are the Gao and Lu families really that close?

Gao Yi did not think so. In fact, he was more inclined to believe that this was an action taken by the Lu family to bypass the Gao family.

Although the Bohai Gao family was once a prestigious clan, it has long since declined from its peak, and its influence and reputation are far inferior to those of the Fanyang Lu family.

Of course, Gao Yi didn't care too much about these things.

As long as he can achieve his goal, he doesn't care whether it's Fanyang Lu or Bohai Gao who comes.

Of course, the Lu family's sudden arrival here, especially with such an elderly man who clearly has an extraordinary background, is quite surprising.

A little thought reveals that the other party must have an ulterior motive.

It can be said that this is a situation where both sides are exploiting each other.

It's like doing business; both parties are interested, but how to negotiate and how to lower the other party's price to gain a larger profit is an art in itself.

"Little fox."

The old man shook his head and gave a soft rebuke, but there wasn't much dissatisfaction on his face.

"I won't keep you in suspense any longer, young friend. Do you wish to enter the Central Plains?"

The old man spoke directly and frankly.

Upon hearing this, Gao Yi also dropped his feigned expression:

"How do I get in?"

"Hahaha."

The old man laughed loudly: "Although you are exceptionally talented, young friend, you are not born into a legitimate aristocratic family and have no idea about the power of aristocratic families like ours."

The meaning conveyed in the laughter was quite clear: you're ultimately just a self-taught individual with a narrow perspective.

"As long as my Lu family is willing, you can lead your troops into any pass in the Youzhou and Hebei region without any restrictions."

"So, young friend, are you interested?"

The old man asked with a smile.

Gao Yi narrowed his eyes and did not speak.

Fan Yanglu was indeed Fan Yanglu; his words were always shocking and unconventional.

The text only mentions "leading troops into the pass," without specifying the time or the number of troops.

In other words, no matter when or how many people he brings, the other party is confident that they can easily make arrangements.

Gao Yi's mind was racing.

Having said that, he was close to achieving his goal.

The Central Plains no longer posed any obstacle for him.

But this brings up another problem.

The old man in front of them, and Fan Yanglu behind him, were not exactly gentlemen.

It is not a monster that eats people.

When cooperating with someone, you must be prepared to be completely exploited.

"Cough cough, I'm getting old after all. I'm already feeling a bit weak after standing for just a short while."

The old man shook his head and sighed, but there was no sign of fatigue on his face; on the contrary, he looked radiant.

"Young friend, you are a clever man, so I will not keep you in suspense any longer."

"Although my Lu family may not be the wealthiest in the world, we are never stingy with our friends, and we will never skimp on the benefits that are due to our young friend."