At the end of June of the twelfth year of Jian'an.

Nanzheng, Taishou Mansion.

After a few days of recuperation, the arrow wound on Zhang Yong's back had already scabbed, and after getting the permission of Zhang Lu and others, he finally said goodbye to the sickbed and could move properly in the hospital.

"Brother Meng's swordsmanship makes the general trend open and horizontal, which is quite a bit of a famous person."

The sound of swords roared in the courtyard, and I saw Zhang Yong leaning on the railing, looking at Meng Qiu who was practicing swords in the center of the courtyard with great interest.

That's right!

The person who made the sword was none other than Meng Qiu of the Dark Pavilion!

As for why Meng Qiu appeared in Zhang Yong's courtyard, it is naturally the reason why Zhang Wei and Zhang Yong are indispensable.

After almost healing from his injuries, Meng Qiu's cultivation in the martial arts path was also completely revealed, and in the late stage of refining, yes... A strong man of the same level as Zhang Wei.

Unlike Zhang Wei, who is almost forty, Meng Qiu is only twenty-four years old this year, and there is definitely a lot of hope to set foot at that level in the future.

Such a strong and talented person, who was transferred to the realm of Hanzhong by chance, Zhang Wei, Zhang Lu and others naturally would not let it go easily.

You must know that the two strongest people in Hanzhong today are only Zhang Wei and Yang Ren, two strong men in the later stage of refining.

What's more, for the sake of Zhang Yong's attack the day before yesterday, Zhang Wei can be regarded as a change of force and Xiahou Yu for Meng Qiu.

So, after Zhang Wei, Yan Pu and others preached with emotion and reason, Meng Qiu decisively settled in Hanzhong.

The world is big, but there are really not many forces that can protect him and are willing to be tough for him and the Cao family.

Believe it or not, he went to Yizhou, and before the dark pavilion could do it, Liu Zhang's cowardly would send someone to arrest him and send him to the Cao family with his own hands.

As for, Jingzhou and Jiangdong!

Liangang... Maybe he is the top group of people in Hanzhong, but in Jingzhou and Jiangdong, he Meng Qiu is really nothing at the moment.

Even if he is killed by someone else's eyes, no one will do it for him... Sigh.

As for why he had something to do with Zhang Yong, it can only be said that Zhang Yong's later thoughts are making trouble.

As a person who has traveled through later generations, Zhang Yong knows in his heart that if he wants to live freely in troubled times, he must either rely on the general trend or strengthen himself.

Since Hanzhong has already been with the Cao family because of the attack the day before yesterday... Wrong... It should be said that Cao Pi had a falling out with the dark pavilion, and the powerful life of the five marquis and eagle fighting dogs in the future is destined to be unrelated to him.

After all, Cao Pi's person... In general, the records of later generations are not very good, even if he Zhang joined the Cao family, Cao Cao may not have anything to do with the Zhang family, but once Cao Cao dies, Cao Pi, who has been lost face this time, will settle accounts after the autumn.

Rather than putting his future net worth and life in the hands of Cao Pi, Zhang Yong prefers to hold it firmly in his own hands.

What's more, Meng Qiu is not only a strong refiner, but also a master of making swords, even Zhang Wei... In the face of Meng Qiu's long sword, I also had to say the last sentence "I am far away"!

"Does the third prince think that Meng Qiu is from the Dark Pavilion, and his swordsmanship should be a ruthless and fierce murderous sword?"

The long sword returned to the box, and Meng Qiu walked up to Zhang Yong's side and said with a chuckle.

"Don't hide it from Brother Meng, but Zhang Yong has this intention."

Whether it is Meng Qiu or Zhang Yong, they are not gloomy people, so naturally they will not turn into other thoughts.

With a long laugh, Zhang Yong didn't hide it at all, nodded in response.

What is the secret pavilion, Cao's secret dagger is also called a spy, an assassin, and a dead room.

The techniques he learned and learned should have been the art of killing and the method of killing, and there was no doubt that the sword technique that Meng Qiu was showing now were two extremes.

"I wonder if the third prince has heard of the name of the emperor?"

Looking up at the outspoken Zhang Yong, Meng Qiu's evaluation of the third prince couldn't help but be a little higher.

does not hide it and treats it honestly, and this open-mindedness alone has surpassed the vast majority of the children of the Cao family and the Xiahou family.

"What Brother Meng said... Can it refer to the emperor Wang Yue? ”

With an exclamation, Zhang Yong no longer had the laziness of leaning on the railing, and a pair of sword eyes burst out with an astonishing bright light, staring at Meng Qiu in front of him.

I never thought of Meng Qiu... It turned out to be a disciple of Emperor Wang Yue!

No wonder, no wonder!

No wonder Meng Qiu, who was born, made his swordsmanship so magnificent!

If it is a disciple of Emperor Wang Yue, it is naturally explained.

Who is Wang Yue?

The top swordsman of the Han Dynasty, the guest of honor at the time of the two emperors of Huan and Ling.

If Tong Yuan is called the "God of Guns", then Wang Yue is undoubtedly the "God of Sword" of the Han Dynasty.

Even for later generations, Zhang Yong knows the name of Wang Yue very well.

"That's right, the family teacher is Wang Yue, but... At this moment, I am afraid that I have been expelled from the division! ”

At the mention of Wang Yue, Meng Qiu's eyes couldn't help revealing a deep sense of pride and longing, and finally turned into a long sigh.

Can't go back!

The moment he swung his sword in Xu Du, he had... There's no going back.

"When I mentioned Brother Meng's sadness, I hope that... Brother Meng, don't blame! ”

Respecting teachers has always been valued by people, not to mention in this era of Confucianism.

Zhang Yong's expression changed and he bowed deeply towards Meng Qiu.

Turning his back on his master, for Meng Qiu, is tantamount to turning his back on his family.

Even if he forced a smile, he still couldn't hide the heavy grief in Meng Qiu's heart.

"The third prince is serious, and the past is over!

My business, the third prince will slowly know about it later!

Today, I will first teach my son some basic things, and when the foundation is firmly laid, Meng Qiu will teach my son to practice swordsmanship. ”

……

The days are like this day by day, practicing martial arts in the morning and literature in the evening, Zhang Yong is also rapidly integrating into this era.

August 12 of the twelfth year of Jian'an.

In the sound of heavy footsteps, Zhang Yong's dull days were finally broken.

"The third son... Third son, Taishou asked you and Meng Guards to go to the main hall immediately! ”

"Do you know what?"

Looking at the panting guard in front of him, Zhang Yong, who was learning the sword with Meng Qiu, suddenly paused, and asked in a condensed voice.

Zhang's main hall is the palace of the Taishou Mansion in Hanzhong, which is usually the place where Zhang Lu discusses serious matters with officials and generals at all levels.

Even if it is Zhang Lu's heir, it is not possible for anyone who wants to enter.

As far as he knew, among the many heirs of Zhang Lu in front of him, only his eldest brother Zhang Fu had this qualification.

"I don't know what the specifics are, but I've heard... It seems that there is some news from Youzhou, and Taishou has summoned officials and generals at all levels to go to the main hall. ”

"Youzhou!"

Hearing the guard's words, Zhang Yong's expression was shocked.

Youzhou! Youzhou!

What can be the news from Youzhou at this time? According to the trend of history, it is nothing more than the second Yuan granted, Liaodong surrendered, Cao Cao completely flattened the north, and was about to lead hundreds of thousands of troops to return to Xudu.

"Let's go, Brother Meng, this chaotic world... It's winding again! ”

Suppressing some inexplicable fear and trembling in his heart, Zhang Yong licked his dry lips and led Meng Qiu to the main hall.

Where will Cao Cao after Beiding set his sights?

No doubt... It will be rich and coveted by countless princes of the world... Jingzhou!

The wheel of the times is pushing this era into a more brilliant, chaotic and bloody curtain.

With Zhang Lu's order, the generals and officials at all levels who remained in Nanzheng City gradually gathered in the chaos of war horses and chariots to the Zhang family... Hanzhong is too guarded in the house.

……

"I've seen my father, my uncle, Yan Juncheng..."

Looking at a group of Hanzhong bigwigs in the hall, Zhang Yong, who had just stepped into the hall, couldn't help but feel numb in his scalp. It was also the first time he had experienced such a big battle.

"Hmmm! It seems that the injury is healed! ”

"The spirit is also much better than before, and I learned something with Meng Huwei!"

……

Seeing that Zhang Yongyi had changed his previous laziness, and there was a little more sharpness between his eyebrows, Zhang Lu, Zhang Wei and others were happy, and they immediately soothed a few words... Of course, it is indispensable to praise Meng Qiu for a while, and by the way, he will accept the heart of this strong man.

After a period of greetings, Zhang Yong and Meng Qiu stood honestly behind their eldest brother Zhang Fu at the suggestion of Zhang Wei.

"Lord, all the officials in the city have arrived, and you can start!"

A quarter of an hour later, dozens of officials and generals stood neatly in the main hall, looking at Zhang Lu sitting on the main hall with solemn expressions.

"Hmmm! It's up to you! ”

Nodding towards Yan Pu, who was standing at the top of the left, Zhang Lu seemed to have a little more majesty on his body.

This daddy, known as the rice thief... It doesn't look like that waste!

Seeing more than 100 officials and generals standing respectfully in the hall, not even daring to gasp lightly, Zhang Yong couldn't help but look up a little at the father in front of him.

It is better to believe in a book than to have no book, and it seems that there is still a big deviation in the things recorded in the romance.

"News from the north, Cao Sikong has pacified the disaster in the north, Er Yuan granted it, Liaodong surrendered, Wuhuan fled far away, and now Cao's hundreds of thousands of troops are on their way back to Xudu. Cao Cao swept away his worries this time and unified the north, after the news spread... I'm afraid that the princes of the four corners of the world will not be able to hold back their loneliness! ”

Glancing at the officials and generals at all levels left and right, Yan Pu said in a condensed voice.

But in just a few words, the lack exploded in the hearts of more than 100 officials and generals like thunder.

Excited, frightened, frightened, indifferent, and wandering..... all kinds of expressions suddenly appeared on the faces of officials and generals.

can be a general, except for a few second ancestors who rely on their family background, everyone else is not a fool, and they have some understanding of the general trend of the world.

Now that Cao Cao has pacified the north and completely lifted the advantages of the future, how much potential can the Cao family release?

After today, the princes of the four corners of the world are afraid that they will have to live in fear.

"Gollum..."

"Where am I going in Hanzhong, please announce it to the Lord!"

I don't know how long it took, when the officials suppressed the fear in their hearts, they finally came to their senses and bowed to Zhang Lu to ask for orders.

The Cao clan flattened the north, even if it was to make a move against the princes of the Quartet, the first one would not choose Hanzhong, but under this general trend... As the weakest group of princes, where should Hanzhong go?

"Yes, it's not in vain that all my hard work in the past is in vain, but no one is frightened by this news."

"Where are Yang Ren and Yang Bai?"

"The last general!"

I saw two Liangang-level generals, one fat and one thin, coming out of the ranks, and knelt respectfully in front of Zhang Lu's case.

Looking at the two people in front of him, Zhang Yong's heart moved slightly, the slightly thin and slightly tall person was the general with the same name as Zhang Wei, Yang Ren, the general of Hanzhong; As for the short, thin man... Zhang Yong's eyes couldn't help but have a trace of strange emotions, Yang Bai... In a sense, this person is more memorable than Yang Ren, which makes Zhang Yong remember.

Yang Bai, the Southern Zheng clan, the general of Hanzhong, his brother Yang Songnai is the No. 2 strategist next to Zhang Lu, and now serves as the chief secretary of Hanzhong.

Of course, these two goods are not good birds, one is authoritarian and reckless, and the other is greedy for money and lustful.

In the memory of the previous life, these two goods were Cao Cao's vanguard and rebels in the capture of Hanzhong.