In the main hall of the Deng family father and son in Yancheng, drinking tea and chatting about family life, it was peaceful, and the two of them did not feel the rolling haze that came quietly.

Deng Kuohai is not a son, and there are not a few children under his knees, but he likes Deng Xinzhi, the fifth eldest in the family, his biological mother Nalan died of dystocia, but she saved the child.

In order to spread out and strengthen the Deng family, he has many wives and concubines, but there is only this one woman who can understand his heart, and she still has to live and die.

poured his feelings and love for his wife into his child Deng Xinzhi, and the latter did not disappoint him.

This is more determined to cultivate Deng Xinzhi.

At this moment, the two of them sat in the main hall, discussing the next step of the Deng family, the Deng family is a family of martial arts inheritance from the ancestors, and it is completely incomparable with the Purple Leaf Sect.

As far as the current situation is concerned, the Luozhen faction is indeed strong and strong, with tens of thousands of disciples, more than 1,000 masters in the rivers and lakes, good at planning, lobbyists, intelligence, etc., which can be described as a wealth of talents.

Most of these achievements are due to Deng Kuohai standing in front of him, just crowned as a young man.

Deng Xinzhi inherited the advantages of his mother Nalan, not to mention handsome, but also full of poetry and books.

Between every move, the wisdom of the material is encapsulated in the chest.

Deng Kuohai listened and nodded frequently, obviously agreeing very much.

"Dad, as I said just now, the Purple Leaf Sect is strong and middle-class, and the time is ripe at this moment" Deng Xinzhi fiddled with the folding fan, and said confidently: "The king of the southwest village who echoes the Xuanhe faction has a rebellious heart, and he has stepped up contact to distribute more benefits, and he can't keep his heart moving."

Deng Kuohai was full of sorrow, and asked uneasy about the southwest side: "How sure is this?" ”

Seeing this, Deng Xinzhi patiently explained: "Dad, you can rest assured, the king of the southwest village is a man with a mouse's eye, and he only looks at the front of him and does not think about the future" explained like this: first, it is to make Deng Kuohai feel at ease; On the other hand, it is also the release of the expectation of giving more rights.

This is inevitably selfless, even if it is between father and son, facing a huge intersection of rights, what other family words are there?

Deng Kuohai paced back and forth in the main hall, Jiang was still old and spicy, and he had already heard his child's voiceover, so he had to admit that he was really old, but he was very reluctant to accept it in his heart.

There are not only father and son in the main hall, but with such an overall action, there must be all the middle and high-level leaders of the Zhenzhen faction who have real power.

In fact, Deng Kuohai didn't dare to guarantee that these people present would be able to make him feel like a finger.

This time it was really a discussion, hidden inside, forcing himself to let go of power.

Deng Kuohai walked outside the gate of the main hall, sighed heavily in his heart, made up his mind, and said leisurely: "Child, you can arrange what to do next, and give full support to your father."

Waiting for the affirmative reply, Deng Xinzhi was still a young man, and it was inevitable that he would be enthusiastic, and he knelt behind his father excitedly and said, "Thank you dad for your success"

Deng Xinzhi clenched his fists and said vigorously: "The child will definitely not let his father down."

Deng Kuohai turned around, looked at the person kneeling in front of him stupidly, and said earnestly: "Child, Dad doesn't have too many requirements, just hope that you can grow up happily and be very satisfied."

Deng Xinzhi had tears in her eyes, she couldn't hold back her tears and lowered her head, between herself and her father, she would never be able to cross the cause of Nalan's death.

Deng Kuohai subconsciously, there is still a little hatred, in this world, there will never be a second person who understands himself so well.

Looking at Deng Xinzhi, the figure in his mind gradually coincided with it, and sighed: "It's really old, I can cry, hey..."

Deng Xinzhi looked at his father who turned away, as if he was ten years old in an instant, and his back was a little rickety.

Secretly swearing, standing up to clean up his mood, his eyes were not confused, and he looked at everyone in the hall.

Everyone in the main hall stood up, the ambition of their own son could not be clearer, the head of the family is a generation of heroes at any time, but after all, his vision is narrow, and his physical and mental age is not allowed to fight in all directions.

The young son is young, and he knows how to make good use of his mind and maturity, if he is assisted by a decent management, he hopes to set a hundred years of foundation.

When everyone thought of this, their hearts became hot, and the descendants of the dragon were overshadowed, and they all wanted to make meritorious contributions.

Deng Xinzhi felt that everyone was gearing up, and what they wanted was this kind of positive enthusiasm.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the foundation set by the ancestors of the Luozhen faction is too small after all" Deng Xinzhi said eloquently, and said in high spirits: "This is a small way after all, I don't know if you have ever thought about the century-old foundation of the king of a country, a thousand years!" Years! At the end, his voice was high and his blood was boiling.

The middle-aged man in a long scarf on the lower left stood up and said loudly: "I will definitely follow the lord and help the lord set a foundation for ten thousand years!" ”

Everyone secretly said that it was not good, but Xun Yu took the lead, and they all stood up to express their position.

Among the crowds, Deng Xinzhi admires Xun Yu the most, and there is no one.

This person is like a god, insightful, often indecisive, and can always analyze the pros and cons for himself when asked, and also give advice.

Xun Yu and Deng Xinzhi are of similar age, but the former is obviously mature and stable, which is inseparable from the family background.

When Xun Yu was destitute, Deng Xinzhi sent charcoal in the snow, not only helping the latter to save the emergency, but also making the parents at home die a happy death.

Xun Yu was not grateful, and he was also moved by Corporal Deng Xinzhi Lixian, who was secretly willing to follow.

"My lord, according to the direction that was finalized before, we must take down the Xuanhe faction as soon as possible in order to plot against Weizhou"

Everyone was dumbfounded, this has already been planned? So what are we?

Seeing this, Deng Xinzhi also knew how to balance and understood Xun Yu's meaning.

"You have a good plan, let's discuss the details together" Deng Xinzhi looked at everyone and pleaded

Everyone was like a mirror, sighing and saying, My lord, this is the opportunity to give me a meritorious service, let go of the mustard in my heart at the moment, and think for a moment to make a decision.

Xun Yu is not greedy for merit, everything is intentional just now, everything he does is for the head of the person, the grace of dripping water should be reciprocated, this is the warning of his mother before she died, who can not stop her words, but not the mother who gave birth to her.

From the moment he made up his mind, he said to Deng Xinzhi that I will bear all the dark sides of the world, and you will be the image of a generation of Ming Jun.

To this day, Deng Xinzhi is full of emotion, what more could Texis ask for.

Luozhen sent the Deng family to discuss together.

In the air of Yancheng, there was a condensed purple haze, so dense that it was visible to the naked eye.

The people in the city looked up and observed, and their mouths kept exclaiming, and the rumors and gossip spread very quickly.

But under closer inspection, with a silky black gas, it is like an insatiable glutton, devouring little by little.

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In a village outside Yancheng, Niu Wen weaves straw sandals under a tree with the ladies in the neighboring townships.

I don't know who shouted at the wonders of the city first, and they all poked their heads to look at it, and they kept talking.

Niu Wen also raised his eyes, and there were more figures around him at some point, and after saying it in his ear, he quietly disappeared into the crowd.

Squinting his eyes and thinking about it carefully, he couldn't help but sigh: "A good man has a safe life..."