That night.
The oval moon looks like a middle-aged woman with a big belly, lying lazily in the sky, reluctantly exuding a cold color.
The fine snow falling like feathers is like an eternal scene in the wilderness, like a painter hiding in the sky who does not understand elegance, tirelessly adding strokes of silvery desolation to the world, until the mess in the world is dyed away, only Yu Mangmang sighed.
In the distance, everything is silent, the black sky, white snow, and silver moon are all distinct.
In front of the canyon, Lieutenant General Lao Li arranged his men to hang out at the mouth of the canyon from time to time, monitoring the movements of the barbarians. At the same time, he followed Zheng Haoran's instructions to let the brothers have a full meal to face the tough battle tomorrow.
In the temporary military camp, a pot was set up, the snow water was boiled, the frozen meat was cooked, some pepper and star anise were sprinkled, some longan and jujube foam was added, two fragrant leaves were floating, the aroma of meat was overflowing, and the military camp was in full swing. scene.
In the military camp where Zheng Haoran was located, General Zheng's hearty laughter could be heard unbridled, attracting the soldiers who were having a good meal to look sideways. They secretly thought that General Zheng's morale was high tonight, and he must be well prepared for tomorrow's tough battle. They have a little more confidence in tomorrow - these are brought about by Zheng Haoran's commanding power. They have blind worship of Zheng Haoran. As long as Zheng Haoran is in this team, they will never lose.
General Zheng said that he would lead the entire army to return home in triumph.
Lao Li passed by General Zheng's military tent several times.
Secretly trying to hear something.
But can't hear clearly.
Lao Li only knows one thing.
General Zheng has not laughed so heartily and freely for a long time.
"That boy is really a relative of General Zheng!"
Old Li Tou murmured in his heart.
How can people look so similar to each other?
Lao Li understood.
Every family has its cupboard.
General Zheng's father must have been a suave man back then, and he left behind all kinds of bad debts.
No, come to General Zheng to pay off your debt and recognize your marriage.
Old Li Tou walked away shaking his head as he thought about all the heart-stirring stories about Zheng's family.
After a long time, there was only a long sigh: "What a sin."
…
"What the hell? You, a scoundrel, went into business? Bastard! What? Have you become the richest man? The richest kind? How rich?"
"Hmph! So what if you are the richest man! If you have no power and power, if you meet someone who really wants to touch you, a piece of official documents will be enough to make everything about you worthless! Huh? Are you becoming a prince?"
"What prince?"
"Prince with a different surname?"
"I go!"
"The only king with a different surname in the Great Qian 20 years later?"
"Hahaha! Okay! Okay! Okay!"
"As expected of my son!"
"Okay! Okay! I really want to see the expressions on the faces of all the civil and military officials when they face you!"
"I, the son of the Zheng family, am inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people!"
The Zheng family has been in the military for generations and has a fine tradition. When Zheng Haoran first heard that Zheng Xiu was not going to be a good general, but instead went into business, he was a little disdainful and wanted to slap Zheng Xiu, an unfilial son.
But when Zheng Xiu eloquently told his story of starting from scratch and ascending to the position of Red King step by step.
Zheng Haoran was relieved, unclenched his clenched fists, and couldn't help but let out bursts of cheers.
It really smells good.
The hall is full of filial piety.
When Zheng Xiu told his story, Feng Bei and the monk who called him "Dad" remained silent and sat upright, not daring to talk or move. But they glanced at Zheng Xiu with worried glances from time to time. The three of them strayed into the ghost world and acted cautiously along the way. Now that Zheng Xiu boldly told Zheng Haoran about "the future," were they not afraid of some unpredictable changes?
Under their long sleeves, Feng Bei and Monk were sweating in their clenched palms, fearing that the moment when history and the future intersect, they would be erased.
But when Feng Bei saw the pure and flawless smile on Zheng Xiu's face, and the excitement that turned red at the base of his ears, Feng Bei understood Zheng Xiu's thoughts in an instant.
The Red King, who is inferior to one person and is superior to tens of thousands of people, is not as praised and respected by the whole world as a compliment from his own father.
Zheng Xiu just wanted to tell Zheng Haoran personally that he would be living a good life twenty years later.
Zheng Haoran laughed heartily.
Smiling, Zheng Haoran stood up, his burly figure standing in front of Zheng Xiu, like a giant tower.
He touched Zheng Xiu's head and said happily: "So, I am dead."
In Zheng Haoran's words, there was no trace of regret, or the fear and anxiety of facing death. His matter-of-fact tone seemed to be calmly speaking about a common fact, not his "death".
Zheng Xiu wanted to say something, but Zheng Haoran waved his hand: "I promised my brothers that I would take them back alive. But I will never live, and my brothers will never abandon me... We will definitely die here, and the whole army will die." Destroyed. Haha, in the end, I still couldn't let them return home in glory."
Zheng Haoran continued to accept his "death" with such ease that he raised his fist towards Zheng Xiu.
"I've suffered a lot from you these past years."
This simple sentence instantly made Zheng Xiu feel sore in his nose. He raised his head and fist bumped with Zheng Haoran.
It felt like he had waited for many years, looked back a hundred times, and worshiped in front of Zheng Haoran's tombstone a thousand times, just for this day to stand in front of Zheng Haoran, hold his head high, and proudly say that he had worked hard for Achievements, waiting for my father to say this.
It's not praise, it's not praise, it's not praise, it's not flattery. He heard too many of these.
It's a sentence of "I'm sorry for you".
Others will only see Zheng Xiu's current scenery, see Zheng Xiu's brilliance, see Zheng Xiu's current transcendent status, and see Zheng Xiu's unparalleled magical skills. Only the father can understand the pain in his son's proud bragging.
boom.
The punch felt light and weightless, seemingly without any weight. But in this fist, there is an orphan whose parents died when he was young. He went back to 20 years ago, acted like a baby to his father, and talked about the bitterness of these years, and the unclear things that have accumulated over the past 20 years. miss.
"No!"
What follows is Zheng Xiu’s true intention.
"Dad, you are wrong!"
Zheng Xiu rubbed the corners of his eyes, regained his composure, and said in a deep voice: "The reason why I'm telling you this is because we 'returned' here after twenty years to complete one thing!"
"In order to make your 'suspended death' twenty years later truly become a 'fact'!"
"More than twenty years later, the whole world thought you were dead, but no one thought that you were still alive incognito. It wasn't until you appeared in front of me that I understood everything!"
"By chance, I traveled through time and space and came back here just to make you...'suspended death'!"
"You don't think we came back purely to visit relatives, do you?"
"Of course it's also to let you meet my wife."
"But the real purpose of our coming back is to complete this matter."
"If we don't come back, your 'suspended death' won't come true, and you won't appear in front of me more than twenty years later."
When Feng Bei and the monk heard this, they immediately lowered their heads.
Silent.
The moment Zheng Xiu opened his mouth, they understood Zheng Xiu's plan.
No wonder Zheng Xiu boldly told Zheng Haoran about the future.
It turned out to be a foreshadowing for this matter.
If you think about it carefully, the whole world does think that Zheng Haoran is dead.
Even his own son thinks so.
If what they do today can indeed affect the future reality, then if Zheng Xiu wants to save Zheng Haoran, the most important thing is to make Zheng Haoran really "dead" but still "alive".
This is a paradox.
But Zheng Xiu’s purpose is to make this paradox come true.
Zheng Xiu thought about it carefully. To complete the matter itself, it was absolutely impossible to bypass Zheng Haoran. Now that Zheng Haoran found out that he was his son, he took advantage of the situation and continued the showdown while telling everything "truthfully".
As long as Zheng Haoran takes the initiative to cooperate, Zheng Xiu is 70% sure that "Zheng Haoran fakes his death" can be accomplished!
Who wouldn't want to save their biological father if he could really travel back in time?
He is just a child.
He not only wanted to promote the fact that "Zheng Haoran died", but also concealed the truth and allowed Zheng Haoran to survive secretly.
This will not affect the history he knows, but also allow Zheng Haoran to appear at a given time point and "fake death and rebirth" after returning to reality.
The plan is fine.
The theory is fine too.
Zheng Xiu has been through it and has experience.
It just depends on how to create opportunities.
"Dad, you have to listen to me on this matter. I can't tell you too many details about this matter, for fear of things changing. But when it comes to the critical moment, you have to listen to me."
Zheng Xiu held Zheng Haoran's shoulders and hid in the corner muttering.
From the back, it doesn't look like a father and son, but clearly like a pair of brothers plotting something big.
Feng Bei couldn't laugh or cry when he saw this.
"Can it really happen?"
Zheng Haoran squinted his eyes with doubt on his face.
"Your son is a prince! How can the prince's methods be beyond your imagination?"
Zheng Xiu said firmly.
"Okay."
Zheng Haoran nodded and touched his chin in agreement.
"father,"
"Um?"
"You don't want your grandchildren to call grandpa to a cold tomb in the future, right?"
"Get out! You bastard! You're talking arrogant words!"
Zheng Haoran laughed and cursed and slapped Zheng Xiu away.
Before leaving.
Zheng Xiu was preparing to leave the military tent when he suddenly remembered something.
Now that we've said it, let's get some information that Zheng Xiu won't be able to find out twenty years later.
"Dad, do you know Wang Cangyun?"
"The commander of the imperial guard with a sword, Wang Cangyun? Do you know him?"
I didn’t expect that Zheng Haoran actually knew him.
After a simple question, Zheng Xiucai learned what the position of the commander of the imperial guard with a sword was. The emperor was suspicious, and those who followed him had to take off their weapons and armor before they could face the saint. What should we do about the emperor's safety at this time? This is how the position of "Imperial Guards with Swords" came into being. The guards with swords in front of the Emperor were all close associates of the emperor. They were strictly selected based on family background, origin, character, three generations, nine clans, and martial arts.
At the end, Zheng Haoran gave a serious evaluation: "I am not as good as him in terms of his swordsmanship."
hiss! Unexpectedly, Zheng Haoran would give such an evaluation to Wang Cangyun. No wonder Wang Cangyun was really capable when he took Wei Chen to escape from the imperial city. It can be said that with a mortal body, he is comparable to other people.
When Zheng Haoran learned that Zheng Xiu had learned his famous stunt "Eighteen Coiling Dragon Slashes" from Wang Cangyun by chance, he became addicted and insisted on practicing with Zheng Xiu.
The father and son walked to the open space, each holding a long knife. Soon the soldiers gathered around.
This was not a life and death fight. The father and son were simply practicing their skills. Zheng Xiu did not use any innate alien skills. He simply waved the sword, with a sense of asking for advice, from the first move to the eighteenth move.
"Exquisite!"
Zheng Haoran's eyes were shining again and again. He was not good at long swords, but as the saying goes, he never leaves his roots. In addition, Zheng Xiu deliberately slowed down his speed and tactics, and used the swords in an orderly manner. After one set, Zheng Haoran resisted and fought with the swords. With a twist of the sword technique, the sword light is divided into two parts, upper and lower.
Zheng Xiu was stunned and hurriedly blocked it. This was actually "Double Dragons Fetching Water".
"Come again!"
Zheng Haoran's knife skills were a bit jerky at first, then became faster and smoother. In the blink of an eye, Zheng Haoran used the Panlong Eighteen Slashes continuously in one breath.
"good!"
"General Zheng is mighty!"
"good!"
Those who understood had expressions of astonishment and contemplation, while those who did not understand cheered and applauded enthusiastically.
"Outrageous!"
Zheng Xiu's mind was outrageous. When he was in Baili Village, he had to die many times before secretly learning the [Eighteen Coiling Dragon Slashes], which was still the first stage. But Zheng Haoran only watched it once, and he actually played it well, reaching the level of "entering a house".
He deserves to be my father, Zheng Xiu sighed in his heart, and shouted: "Be careful! Next is the nineteenth knife that I created by myself!"
After saying that, Zheng Xiu, who was still a bit playful in the front, suddenly had a solemn expression, his hair was tied tightly, his long hair was flying, and his aura was rising steadily. He stood there with one sword and one man, like a murderous god, calm and powerful.
"spread!"
Zheng Haoran gave an order, and the soldiers who were watching the excitement retreated and made way for a large open space.
"Sacrifice yourself to slay the dragon!"
Zheng Xiu's eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes and he was as angry as a diamond. This was the nineteenth sword he had slashed under normal conditions, without any [projection] bonus. Hidden in the brilliant sword light was the most powerful sword, which struck Zheng Haoran.
Zheng Haoran raised his knife to block it, swinging it again and again. With a clang, the long knife shattered in response. He sideways dodged the other knife moves. A strong wind blew by. Zheng Haoran looked back and saw that a gap was left on the mountain wall next to the canyon. Bottomless sharp cracks.
The blade broke into many pieces, but Zheng Haoran laughed loudly and stepped forward to fist bump with Zheng Xiu: "Not bad! As expected of...ahem, the best recruit in this batch!"
He originally wanted to praise him for being my son, but in full view of everyone, Zheng Haoran immediately changed his mind.
This time Zheng Haoran finally felt happy and completed his daily exercise tasks. He waved his hand and dismissed the crowd watching the excitement. When he picked up the broken handle of the knife, his movements froze. He suddenly remembered something. With a move with one hand, the other sword lying casually on the ground was unsheathed with a clang. Take it into your hands under the force of "Yu".
Zheng Xiu finally realized that under the [general] sect, the influence of "control" is not only people, weapons, and mounts, but also can be "controlled and commanded" by Zheng Haoran to a certain extent. It is worthy of being born. General.
"Dad, what are you thinking about?"
Zheng Xiu noticed that something was wrong with Zheng Haoran's expression, so he stepped forward and asked in a low voice.
"I always feel that... with Wang Cangyun's straight-forward temperament, it is a bit strange to create such a fancy sword technique."
Zheng Haoran closed his eyes and waved the sword casually, as if muttering to himself, murmuring: "I have seen him before. If it were him, the sword skills he pursues should be more concise."
"Your nineteenth sword is very good. It combines eighteen moves into one sword."
"But it's not enough, Panlong, Panlong..."
"The skill of Coiling Dragon..."
"How could you dare to coil a dragon and rise up if you weren't a master of magic?"
hiss! Zheng Xiu was stunned and held his breath. He was shocked when he saw Zheng Haoran motionless in a state of trance.
With this gesture, is Dad going to cheat?
Waited for a while.
Zheng Haoran dropped the knife at his feet, touched his head, and said with an embarrassed expression: "Ahem, I didn't understand."
Hearing this, Zheng Xiu, who had been waiting for a long time, staggered and almost fell down.
That night, Zheng Haoran asked Zheng Xiu to sleep with him.
Father and son were back to back.
Zheng Haoran's snoring was like thunder, and he was very loud.
Zheng Xiu covered his ears, wondering how his mother could bear it, it was outrageous.
There was no talking all night, just snoring.
The barbarians did not attack at night.
early morning.
A raven flew over, carrying an urgent secret message.
"The Wolf King wants to retreat?"
The secret decree said that if the Wolf King's army of ten thousand people made any changes again, he would mobilize his troops to punish the generals and have the momentum to attack other battlefields for support.
Zheng Haoran was in high spirits, and with his son beside him, he looked even more majestic riding on the horse. casually tearing up the secret letter, Zheng Haoran pointed his spear at the canyon.
Behind them, Zheng's army went into battle wearing armor and forming neat formations.
"Then let him not be able to leave!"
"kill--"
