Meng Jinglong nodded and said: "I know this matter, Madam, please rest assured."
He glanced at Zhao Ping's mother, bowed and said: "I know the purpose of your visit, Madam. As the only elder of our sect, how can Zhao Ping let an accident happen to him?"
"This leader has prepared twenty lay disciples as bodyguards for Elder Zhao. These twenty bodyguards are proficient in horsemanship and swordsmanship."
"Their secret mission is to protect Zhao Ping secretly and to protect Zhao Ping from the battlefield at critical moments."
Mother Zhao Ping looked at the guards and then in the direction of Zhaojiazhuang, worried that Zhao Ping would not agree.
Then Meng Jinglong said in a positive tone: "Madam, please don't worry, Elder Zhao will not know about this."
After he finished speaking, he clapped his hands, and twenty young men of eighteen or nineteen years old with swords on their backs came out of the training hall.
When they met Zhao Ping's mother, they bowed respectfully and said, "Disciple Sun has met his mistress."
Mother Zhao Ping hurriedly returned the gift, but she didn't expect that her son was the only elder of the Chunyang Sect, with a status second only to the leader Meng Jinglong.
Meng Jinglong glanced at Youlang again and said, "Pingtao, you have done a good job in Zhaojiazhuang, and what you have done is exactly what I expected from you as a teacher."
"Now Elder Zhao is leading the security team to Jiading to fight against the barbarians. I have sent letters to your nine junior brothers. They will bring their disciples and their families to meet you at Zhaojiazhuang tomorrow. Then they and your junior brothers can form the Langzhong Camp together."
"Try your best to save the men of my Da Song Dynasty, and leave some good men for my Da Song Dynasty."
Mother Zhao Ping and Youlang couldn't help but be overjoyed. They saluted and thanked Meng Jinglong together, and led twenty lay disciples of the Chunyang Sect back to Zhaojiazhuang.
Meng Jinglong looked at the "War Theory" from the "Da Song Zhonghua News" on the Eight Immortals table, then opened the kit and read the poem on the yellowed paper.
"Is it true that China has been half destroyed by the Five Huns, and all nine states have fallen? How can we cry when a sheep has two legs, and a ghost-fire dog has no sound for thousands of miles."
After Meng Jinglong recited the poem, he murmured: "Lu Zu, this disciple has tried his best."
Zhao Ping couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw that Meng Jinglong had sent twenty lay disciples.
He bowed deeply in the direction of Chunyang Cave and thanked the master for his considerate care.
Zhao Ping looked at the twenty lay disciples of the Chunyang Sect one by one. They were all handsome, with waists like a bee and backs like a monkey, and tall and straight figures.
One of them is about 20 years old, his surname is Liu Xianhong, and his given name is Yisheng. He is the great disciple of the Chunyangdong secular martial arts school.
He didn't dare to ask for help. When he saw Zhao Ping leading a group of junior disciples to come forward and salute, they said in unison: "My disciples and others have met the young master together."
Zhao Ping hurriedly returned the favor. Although he was higher than them in terms of seniority, the leader arranged for him to come here to protect him.
They are proficient in equestrianism, swordsmanship, and martial arts. They should be ancient special forces.
In any case, they can be regarded as their most trusted personal guards, so each of them is equipped with a sword, an iron helmet, and high-quality horses.
Zhao Ping immediately appointed Jin Bo as the captain of the personal guard, and his twenty laymen were the personal guards, only obeying Zhao Ping's orders;
Worship Youlang as the leader of more than fifty large and small Langzhong camps;
Appointed Cuizhu as the leader of the nurse camp, leading more than 100 nurses, including Tonggushan brothel prostitutes, who were transformed into nurses;
Li Hanyin was appointed as the leader of the personal army camp and led two hundred soldiers to protect him personally.
Each person is also equipped with a Polu knife, a thunderbolt, a spear, a shield, an armored helmet and horses, and can be transformed into an infantry formation at any time.
As for Wangjiazhuang and Lijiazhuang sending one hundred nursing homes each?
They originally had good intentions, but for the time being they could not meet Zhao Ping's requirements. Zhao Ping temporarily asked them to follow Xi Xing in charge of logistics.
Zhao Long and Wang Guo'er still serve as his assistants, equivalent to the current role of secretaries.
At this moment, Xi Xing hurried in, followed by Dai Shiqian.
Daishi Qian looked haggard and looked very ugly.
But he was in good spirits and looked at the things in Xi Xing's hands with bright eyes.
Xi Xing holds a small wooden stick in his left hand with a small red tip on it.
Xi Xing holds a wooden box in his right hand. The right side of the box is covered with purple leather and contains small wooden sticks.
The box is about the size of a baby's palm, three minutes wide, five minutes long, and about one minute thick.
Zhao Ping sighed a little, still looking a little rough.
But I was still extremely happy that it was successful after all.
Zhao Yun, Wang Qiwan and others all looked at this thing, wondering what it was going to do?
This thing is too small, I wonder what its use is?
Xi Xing took a small wooden stick and scratched it on the purple leather.
A strange thing happened, sparks flashed, and the small wooden stick actually ignited.
Is this fairy fire? How come it ignited just by rubbing it?
Everyone didn't understand the reason and looked at Zhao Ping together.
Zhao Ping looked at everyone, raised his head and said, "Are you all better than Huo Zhezi?"
Everyone nodded and said yes.
Zhao Ping took the object and said: "That fire folding bag is not easy to make, and its use time is limited, but this object does not have this problem."
After saying that, Zhao Ping took out a thin wooden stick, lightly scratched the box with the purple end, and immediately lit it on fire.
Zhao Yun's face was overjoyed, his eyes were fixed on the wooden box and he said: "Xiao Langjun, it means that as many thin wooden sticks are inside, it can be lit as many times as possible."
Zhao Ping nodded and continued: "Huozhezi is not only unsafe, but also inconvenient to carry. This thing is very convenient."
Zhao Ping was talking happily, but he didn't expect that a gentle voice came over again, and he snatched the things in his hands.
"What is this? Let me see it." It turned out to be his mother, so Zhao Ping had to hand it over obediently.
At the same time, he said: "This is called a fairy match. It is used to light fires. Its effect is better than the fire stick."
When my mother heard this, she immediately became interested.
She also imitated Zhao Ping and took out the fairy match, then lightly scratched the box, and the thin wooden stick also ignited.
My mother nodded and said, "It's really useful. I accepted this for my mother."
After saying that, she looked at Zhao Ping again and asked Zhao Ping to write a poem.
Now Zhao Ping is becoming more and more afraid of his mother. He only wants to rob her of her things, but also writes poems.
There is no way, mother's words are orders and must be carried out.
Zhao Ping walked a few steps and then chanted:
"Houyi shot the sun and a golden crow fell, and thousands of sparks filled the box. When fishing and playing, he wore it with his sleeves, and the smoke from the kitchen was emitted with a single stroke."
"Great! Ping'er's poem is good, come here!"
Amid the smiles of Cuizhu and others, Zhao Ping came to his mother obediently.
Sure enough, my mother gave me another deep kiss, expressing the deep maternal love in her heart.
Xi Xing couldn't help but be convinced at this time. It can be said that Zhao Ping composed the poem in seven steps, and it was full of poetic charm.
He couldn't help but look at the spirit-cleansing pearl behind Zhao Ping's mother, but he only saw her looking at Zhao Ping wholeheartedly.
In fact, not only his sister was like this, but also the young lady present was not like this.
Now that Wang Jiuniang saw Zhao Ping composing a poem on the spot, she couldn't help but smile, and her eyes were full of intoxication.
Xi Xing couldn't help but shake his head, sister, you are under a lot of pressure.
He felt sour and sweet at the same time. What was sad was that his sister was now focusing all her thoughts on Zhao Ping.
What is sweet to my heart is that Zhao Ping is indeed a talented man, who is good at making utensils and poetry.
While he was thinking, Zhao Ping and Zhao Long brought it to kill Hu Jian.
Who will kill Hu Jian now? Everyone is thinking.
Wasn’t there already a Hu-killing knife generations ago?
Unexpectedly, it did surprise everyone.
Zhao Ping actually personally awarded Dai Shiqian the Sword to Kill Hu.
What, there were two things a generation ago, one sword and the other?
Even Yang Yun, Xi Xing and Zhao Yun were a little jealous.
They only have one of them, but generations ago they had both.
But they had to admire that fairy matches had been made a generation ago.
My eyes were red before generations, but my face became radiant.
He sobbed a little and said in his mouth: "Thank you, Xiaolangjun. Without Xiaolangjun's production process flow chart, I would not be able to make it even if I try hard."
Zhao Ping nodded and said, "I'm optimistic about you. This is a military secret. I believe you will be able to guard it."
After Dai Shiqian responded, Zhao Ping nodded. He saw the loyalty and flexibility at the same time.
So he tried to give him the fairy match, but he didn't expect it to succeed.
Everyone secretly thought that this person is really good, he is meritorious but not proud, and he is worth dating.
On the 15th, Zhao Ping led nearly 3,000 soldiers, doctors and nurses from the security regiment and set out from Zhaojiazhuang.
My mother took Qiu Shuang, Jiang Ying and others to play "Serve the Country with Loyalty" with Yuan Xuezheng, Qian Shao, Yan Yan, Wang Wenxiu, Li Zhihao and others.
Zhao Ping and the soldiers of the security group sang "Serve the Country with Loyalty" in unison.
The flags are hunting, and all the soldiers are wearing armor.
The doctors and nurses had leather armor and protective daggers or short swords, and the scene was filled with a solemn atmosphere.
After Zhao Ping boarded the boat and left, her mother could no longer bear the pain of Zhao Ping being away from home and going to the battlefield at a young age, and she suddenly fainted.
When Zhao Ping arrived at the dock in Changyuan County, a sharp voice that was neither yin nor yang nor masculine came over.
"Zhao Ping accepts the order."
Zhao Ping looked up and saw that he was a young eunuch in his fifteenth year. With him were the imperial guards and the county magistrate Xin Zhicai and others.
Zhao Ping stepped off the boat, took a bath according to etiquette, changed his clothes, and set the desk.
Seeing that Zhao Ping was about to kneel down, the young eunuch's face tightened and he said: "This imperial decree does not require kneeling down."
Zhao Ping did not expect that the Song Dynasty did not need to kneel down, and it was indeed very humane.
Zhao Ping only heard the little eunuch unfold the white imperial edict and then read: "I Shao Ying Jun ordered me to say: Zhao Ping is deeply gratified because of the snow salt and the filial mother's car, which has benefited the entire Song Dynasty."
"From today onwards, I will be granted the title of Minister of Court, and I will be rewarded with twenty pieces of cloth and ten thousand gold. I admire this."
After the little eunuch finished reciting, Xin Zhicai glared at him and said, "You still don't thank me."
Zhao Ping accepted the imperial edict to express his gratitude and gave the eunuch (a noble person) an ingot of gold, which weighed about one tael, equivalent to about one hundred taels of Huizi.
It can be said that Zhao Ping gave a lot.
While drinking tea and chatting, I learned through Zhang Yin, a middle-class nobleman, that he turned out to be a casual official of the seventh rank.
The little eunuch waved to Zhao Ping, and Zhao Ping had no choice but to follow him to a separate private room.
What other things do we need to talk to in private?
