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Feng Miansheng smiled and shook his head: "Like Mr. Pan, he is at most a bigger chess piece." He pointed in the direction of the Shepherd's Mansion: "Even that one is the same. Everyone has their own little chessboard, and they are trying to control their own chessboard. Some people take pieces, and some lose ground. Jindu is a chessboard, and so is Shu, and even the entire Xia land is a chessboard. In this furnace of heaven and earth, under the rolling momentum, the chessboards have to compete with each other, and no one can do whatever they want. It is not easy to hold on to one's own chessboard." As Li Mu walked, he frowned and thought about Feng Miosheng's words. He paused for a moment and said, "The sky is high and the sky is high. The white clouds are like a dog. It's good if you can guard what you want to guard." Feng Miosheng stopped and asked with a smile: "Then what do you want to protect?" Li Mu turned around to think, pinched his knuckles and said, "There are many, including my grandpa, Grandpa Feng, Grandma Yue, Xiao Yangzi, Shouren, Sledgehammer, the others, Uncle Chen who always gives me an extra one when buying fried dough sticks, Po Yan who always picks the biggest one for me when buying pot helmets, and the old yellow kudzu tree at the head of Hongji Bridge cannot be cut down, otherwise I won't be able to find such fragrant kudzu during the Lotus Moon."