"I heard earlier that among Qi Xiang's descendants, Zhang Qing was the only one who was unscrupulous and even made a lot of outrageous actions that were contrary to human ethics. This made people like Qi Xiang who are good at using tricks somewhat unruly, but he never received the slightest punishment." Zhang Wei Lu Nai He is a smart man. There is no need to explain the identity of the man in front of him. Naturally, he is the leader of the military attache who has been cold-shouldered for a long time. I saw the latter slowly stepping forward and kicking Beitang, who was over 10 feet tall. Without any fuss, he still kicked the majestic man staggering, "Now it seems that the heir will follow." This statement is not just made up by ordinary people."
The kicker was Beitang Feng, who was in tit-for-tat with Zhang Weilu, but it was Chao Zhang Weilu who spoke.
The barefoot man's expression remained unchanged, but only the words "throw a rat to avoid a weapon" made him frown slightly without any trace.
It's not that there are fallacies in what I said and my words don't convey the meaning, but it's that the use of these four words is too suitable for Zhang Qing's actions. Killing a murderer, whether in an ordinary house or in a jade house, is a ruthless act that is outraged by heaven and earth.
As the prime minister, with his hands and eyes wide open, how could Zhang Qing's dirty deeds that damaged his moral integrity escape Zhang Weilu's father's eyes? However, for so many years, Prime Minister Qi never punished Zhang Qing severely. He just found an unwarranted reputation and threw him into the Caixiantan Mansion to reflect on himself. However, he did not use any other punishment methods at all. It's not because he has a lot of wealth and wealth. How can a son who is a second-rate son of a common family please his father and commit such a heinous crime without being punished? It's because the Zhang family needs such a continuation of their ancestors. Yin veins.
Among the three remaining sons, the youngest son is stupid, and the eldest son Zhang Weilu has never left the mountain, and his martial arts talent is said to be mediocre. The only one who can extend this unparalleled branch is Zhang Qing.
The rat is Zhang Qing, and the weapon is the foundation of the Zhang family for a hundred years in the future.
Zhang Weilu retracted his thoughts, but still couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Zhennan Tan Ma Tianxia Jia, these words are not false at all. They can sort out all the family affairs of Prime Minister Qi neatly, code them on the table, and reveal the main thread in one sentence. Not to mention the military situation throughout Qiling.
After being polite, the handsome-faced General Zhennan still signaled to the left and right to withdraw their weapons. He didn't care about the change in Zhang Weilu's expression. He just sent the left and right to accept the customs clearance document, and then led the barefoot man towards the guest tent. .
Although he is not arrogant in his movements, his bearing is free and easy.
Bai Fuji did not embarrass his followers. He just sent his subordinates to feed the mounts of these people properly, and then took them to a side camp to rest for a while. At first, Jiang Run tried his best to wink at his master, fearing that after Zhang Weilu left, he would be captured by a group of fierce and powerful soldiers, and he would kill him on the spot beside the cliff and throw his body into the dangerous cliff. However, Zhang Weilu did not look away, as if He didn't care about the life and death of his subordinates. It wasn't until Jiang Run, who was sweating profusely, accidentally caught a glimpse of the sleeves of the man who was about to walk away that he felt a little relieved.
Zhang Weilu, who has a calm expression and a reserved expression, has a jade pendant hanging on his sleeve.
The mountains of Shidouchuan are towering into the clouds. Looking up at the sun, they seem to be very close to each other. Therefore, the surname on the jade pendant is like a layer of brocade mixed with gold threads, which is particularly clear.
Following Bai Fuji, who was tall in front, Beitang Feng, who was more than nine feet tall, and Zhang Weilu, who was barefoot in the autumn moon, they walked step by step towards the Shidou River. As far as their eyes could see, they were surrounded by military tents.
The Zhennan Army is at the top of the Shidouchuan Mountains. Except for a few patrol sergeants occasionally placed at the foot of the mountain, most of them still live in the mountains. The military tents at the top of the mountain alone stretch for dozens of miles. Some of the military tents are located in concave rocks, shaped like an upside-down sea bowl, and are scattered in various strange ways.
"The son of Prime Minister Qi, I heard that he has been involved in martial arts since he was a child. He left home early to go to the Immortal Mansion. He must have rarely set foot in the army." Before he reached the guest room, Bai Ji stopped and turned his head. Zhang Weilu looked around and said with a smile, "It happens that the Zhennan Army is in autumn training now. If there is nothing urgent, why not go and have a look first. As for the purpose of coming here, we can discuss it later in the living room."
"Of course it's very good." Although Beitang Feng followed him back in vain, he still didn't give a good look at all, and there was a hint of eagerness to try on his face covered with flesh.
But Zhang Weilu just smiled and replied, "I have always heard that the Zhennan Army is adjacent to the border of Yizhang. Its military appearance is so great that it can be said to be famous far and wide. I really want to see it."
Bai Qingji was also smiling, "That would be perfect."
One is General Zhennan, who is equal to Qi Xiang in the imperial court, and the other is the eldest son of Qi Xiang’s house who has just come out of the immortal palace but is very thoughtful. There is a clear age difference of almost twenty years, but at this moment, they are fighting openly and secretly. Listen to the sound.
There is a roar of tigers on the Shidou River.
"The top of the mountain seems to be a bit lively today." Beside the stream at the foot of Shidou Mountain, a stocky soldier was fishing cross-legged and holding a two-foot-long fishing pole. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked up the Shidou River.
Immediately, the solid soldier received a finger on the forehead, "Martial arts training is martial arts training. Look what Kawakami does. You are a little captain, do you still want to help that guy solve his problems?"
The man who came was also stocky and shorter than the fishing soldier. He was carrying a bottle of wine and seemed a little suspicious. He looked around for a long time before sitting down next to the soldier and lowering his voice. He said angrily, "I just called from the tavern in the northern town. The lady in charge is really unlucky. She charged me twenty or thirty copper coins for just a pot of bland cooked knife wine."
The man who was stabbed hard with his finger, leaving only a white mark on his forehead, laughed and said, "Wine is not valuable, lotus seed cake is the most valuable. It's a shame that they only sell it to you, otherwise it will still be a bad thing."
The man who had just sat down was stunned, and then he almost jumped up, gave the person who spoke a vicious look, almost poured the wine in the pot on his face, and sternly cursed, "Why didn't I notice this slander of yours before?" So slippery? How come he was originally an honest and honest warrior, but when he arrived in the army, he suddenly became a little bit arrogant."
The soldier, who knew there was something different in his words, remained silent. He took the wine bottle from the still shy and angry man's hand, raised it to his ear and shook it gently. Hearing the cold sound of wine in the bottle, he laughed silently. He said, "Probably this means finding the right place in your life, where you can be leisurely and contented, having fun and getting carried away."
The man next to me was speechless and said teasingly: "I haven't seen you for three days. You have learned to be elegant, but I don't know how you are doing at fishing?"
"There are only a hundred or so, and they have been thrown to the cook a long time ago. If you don't return to the military camp, I'm afraid all the brothers will end up running away when they see Qiu Yu in the future."
"Then let's practice our fists and kicks." The man grinned, took the fishing rod two feet away, and put it on the ground.
The fishing rod is not a fishing rod, but a large gun with an iron and wooden handle. It is extremely difficult for ordinary people to carry it on their shoulders.
"Okay."
The soldier crouched and moved his muscles, like a mountain tiger.
