On the cloud dream, the autumn breeze is small, and the fishing boat is difficult to see. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe former site of Yunmeng Thatched Cottage is overgrown with wild grass, and the villagers of the year have long been unknown for some reason and where they migrated. The mountains and rivers are still the same, the past is really over, I can't find it, I can't get close, I only remain in my memory, and I occasionally think of it and remember it.

Zhang Qi was like a mortal, walking quietly on the way home. Qingzhou Zhangfu, no matter what grievances and hatreds, is always their own, home! Look at those elders, and the house where I lived when I was a child. The old tree on Tiger Mountain once sheltered him, and now Zhang Qi knows that the old tree is about to become a refiner, and he seems to have promised that he must help it. Looking back on the past, there is only emotion and warmth.

Cars, horses, boats, boats, not in a hurry, just want to keep what you see and hear in your heart forever. It's a pity that compared with the prosperity of the year, the Dayu Dynasty withered, the vitality was greatly damaged, and many places were even ten rooms and nine empty. When passing by Chaojing, Zhang Qi took a deep look and walked around the city, Brother Yaohui was the last person to say goodbye in the plan.

Qingzhou has been occupied by the Daliang Dynasty for many years. Approaching Zhang's house, Zhang Qi almost couldn't recognize it, the archway that represents glory and respect, there are only a few stone foundations left, the courtyard wall has collapsed in many places, and the grass is overgrown. The entire Zhang Mansion was so silent that I didn't feel any anger.

A cacophony of shouts came from the direction of the gate. Zhang Qi walked quickly to the gate, only to see that the gate was broken, and a large group of people were holding sticks outside. There were shouts and shouts from inside the house, and after a while, more than a dozen old and young people were escorted out and thrown out of the door.

Zhang Qi stood in the distance, very indifferent, but his hands were clenched. Among those people, two of them are his close relatives, grandfather Zhang Desheng, who was originally tall and strong, but he has been rickety and gray. At this point, he struggled to get up from the ground, trying to straighten his body and glaring at the other party. There is also an old woman, with tears in her eyes, who protected a few frightened and trembling children, and comforted them with her thin hands, she is, Aunt Li.

A person who looked like a housekeeper walked in front of Zhang Desheng arrogantly. He circled around Zhang Desheng with his hands behind his back, and said with a few voices: "I said Master Zhang, your Zhang family is dead and fleeing, you have an old bone, what are you staying to do?" "The old man stayed to protect the ancestral business, what does it matter to your Huang family? The villain has a will, be careful of retribution!" Zhang Desheng replied with his head held high.

The housekeeper smiled gloomily, pointed at Zhang's Mansion and said, "This place has been purchased by my Huangfu, you guys get out immediately!" Zhang Desheng heard this, stayed for a moment, and roared angrily: "The old man has never sold Zhang's Mansion, how can you buy it, and is there any royal law." "You are still thinking about the law of the Yu Dynasty, don't forget, Qingzhou Mansion now belongs to, Daliang Dynasty! Zhang Desheng, do you want to rebel?"

Like a blow to the head, Zhang Desheng was stunned and lowered his head. "Steward Huang, there is no feud between the Zhang and Huang families, why are you working hard against each other. Zhang Desheng said in a low voice, with pleading in his tone. "Back then, your Zhang Mansion was infinitely beautiful in Qingzhou, and everything pressed our Huang Mansion at the head of the Yellow Mansion, but now the world has changed, this is what you said, retribution!" Steward Huang laughed and mocked.

Zhang Desheng was sad. After a while, he suddenly looked terrible, and said in a cold voice: "My Zhangfu has lasted for more than a thousand years, and every generation has children who have entered the Xianmen, so you are not afraid of suffering--" "Oh, hey, our Huangfu is so afraid!" Steward Huang interrupted Zhang Desheng's words, laughed and teased, "The hidden old immortal of your family, when he was killed by the Buddhists, I didn't see your Xianmen disciples come forward, our Huangfu is also in the Xianmen, and the Buddhism has disciples, what is the comparison of your Zhangfu?"

Steward Huang is extremely arrogant and blows well. An eight-lift sedan chair came leisurely, "Huang Cong, what are you talking about, if you don't roll, you will be killed." A faint voice came. The housekeeper was frightened and quickly ran over to greet him, the sedan chair stopped, and a handsome young man stepped out of the sedan chair and did not come, but just looked at Zhang Desheng coldly.

Nothing can be changed, and Zhang Desheng cried miserably. After a little hesitation, Zhang Desheng walked up to Aunt Li, took out a cloth bag from his arms, stuffed it into Aunt Li's hand, and said in a low voice: "Take these children away quickly, let them grow up safely, I will be their father, thank you." After speaking, I bowed respectfully to Aunt Li.

Aunt Li said anxiously: "Master, let's go together." Zhang Desheng shook his head and said: "I am the patriarch of the Zhang family, I will respond to this catastrophe and swear to live and die with the ancestral industry." After speaking, he strode to the broken gate, and was not afraid to face the people of the Huang Mansion.

The young man's face was pale. Butler Huang, who was checking his face and watching his face, screamed loudly: "him!" The family members were carrying sticks and were about to rush up, when they suddenly found that next to Zhang Desheng, there was a young man dressed as a poor scholar.

The scholar's indifferent eyes swept over, and all the family members were like being hit hard, spurting blood from their mouths, falling to the ground and rolling and screaming. The young man and Steward Huang, who were looking at Zhang Qi suspiciously, screamed as soon as they met Zhang Qi's gaze, their eyes burst out, and their blood flowed all over their faces, and they stumbled on their heads like crazy, constantly hurting themselves.

Dragons have reverse scales, and they will go crazy when they touch them. On the way home, Zhang Qi saw too many fights and tearing up, between mortals and monks, dangerous and tragic. Zhang Qi is just a bystander, even if he provokes himself, he just shows his mana a little, and he will never participate.

This is Zhang Qi's initial Taoist thought, he has caused and effected himself, and he eats and is full by himself. Don't carry too much, don't be a savior, watch, wander, realize, and move forward. Good deeds may be evil deeds, pity may be because of past sins, and coldness is the way of heaven.

Ruthlessness is not ruthlessness, but non-abusiveness. This is the sublimation of emotion, a kind of realm. In fact, there is a fiery emotion hidden in the coldness, once released, it is desperate and crazy! Zhang Desheng was dumbfounded, staring at the scholar beside him, vaguely, as if he was the person he thought.

He smiled and bowed deeply. "Nephew Zhang Qingmo, meet grandpa. This sentence made Zhang Desheng tremble with excitement, and the old tears hugged Zhang Qi, as if he was afraid of losing again, and said in a trembling voice: "Qingmo, Nuo Da Zhang's family, you are back, I know, only you, will definitely come back." "Young Master!" Aunt Li exclaimed and ran over. "Aunt Li, long time no see. Zhang replied with a smile, still as he did back then, selling Chai Lang.

The three of them looked at each other with tears and smiled, speechless at this time, better than words. "Grandpa, Aunt Li, leave everything to me, okay?" Zhang Qi asked with a smile. Zhang Desheng and Aunt Li nodded with tears, but they didn't know that the nodding of the two set off a bloody storm. Before leaving, I will let those who hurt my loved ones die, no matter what is right or wrong, good or evil.