Zhao Xiang hurriedly replied: "He ...... Lord Tadanobu, be polite and courteous! ”

Sell it with me, then I'll climb along the pole and see which one you are messing with.

Sure enough, Chunyang turned around and said: "You don't know what the Loyal Patrol Society is, and you don't know what the position of the Loyal Patrol is, so it's a big mistake to call it an adult when you open your mouth!" ”

Zhao Xiang said: "No matter what position it is, just listening to the words, I feel that the high-end atmosphere is high-grade, and it is better than me as a flat-headed ordinary person, I still don't know what others should call me, because there is no identity." Aren't you going to introduce me to this big-sounding Fujian Zhongyi Patrol Society? ”

In fact, there is no need for them to introduce him, Zhao Xiang can also know seven or eight points when he goes back to Hyundai and searches on the Internet, but he feels different when he listens to Chunyang's introduction in person.

To put it bluntly, the Zhongyi Patrol Society is a non-governmental armed organization, except for those border provinces, most of the patrol societies in other regions are just self-protection, in the first year of the founding of Song Gaozong to promote this kind of non-governmental organization to the whole country, the interesting thing is that only a year later, the second year of Jianyan, Song Gaozong ordered the removal of the northern border road patrol agencies.

What is the reason that Chunyang didn't even mention it, it is estimated that Zhao Gou is afraid that the local armed forces will shake his rule...... But what is more special is the Fujian Zhongyi Patrol Society, which has been preserved......

If it borrows the system of supplementing officials, there are more than 10,000 people and they become loyal men; More than 1,000 people, Bao Yilang; More than 800 people, Cheng Xinlang. In other words, in terms of establishment, He Defang can be regarded as a leader of 800 people. It is a pity that although Zhangzhou has such an establishment, it has never been full, let alone 800 people, and now there is only He Defang as a bare-bones commander in the entire Zhangzhou.

Zhao Xiang couldn't help but sneak a glance at He Defang, and there was a capital "embarrassment" on his face.

"So, Fujian Zhongyi Patrol is going to start recruiting people in Zhangzhou this time?" Zhao Xiang asked.

Chunyang nodded: "Now the imperial court has no intention of going on a northern expedition, but it can be regarded as a peaceful and prosperous era, and Zhangzhou is just in the rear, and the people are fierce, so you can rebuild the Zhongyi Patrol Society for the blood transfusion of the north to resist Jin." ”

Zhao Xiang narrowed his eyes and asked, "Are you planning to pull me into the gang?" ”

He Defang rushed to the side: "Brother Xiang, if you can join the club with your ability, you will be like a tiger with wings!" ”

Skill? What am I capable of? I'm just a time-traveling porter, let me escape with my phone on the battlefield? Zhao Xiang thought to himself, but said: "Xiang really doesn't have any skills, and he is not here, and it is the greatest wish to live in peace and stability." The rise and fall of the world is the responsibility of the husband, the rise and fall of the country, and the meat eaters plot. In fact, what he wants to say is that a thousand years later, Yue Fei's title of the hero of the people* clan has been taken away, and what gold is there to resist. Besides, not only can you not resist Jin, but you also have to support it, how strong Mongolia is in the future, and how much the relationship between Jin and Song is cold.

Chunyang chewed Zhao Xiang's sentence "The rise and fall of the world, the husband is responsible, the rise and fall of the country, and the meat eaters plot", pondered for a long time, but said: "If you join the Loyal and Righteous Patrol Society, you can be appointed as Bao Yilang, leading more than 1,000 soldiers, and you can be equipped with a strong crossbow. ”

This is a good name, but if you really put on your head the "official" post of a non-governmental self-protection organization, it will not be illegal to engage in the army. However, Zhao Xiang still rejected such a sweet jujube thrown by Chunyang: "Forget it, I really don't have that mind, but in order to thank you for saving me this time, I can still sell you some things, but let's say it first, I only accept gold, and if you don't have gold, it's okay to have antique calligraphy and paintings." ”

Chunyang and He Defang looked at each other, the corners of their mouths rose slightly strangely, and then while Zhao Xiang had not yet changed, Chunyang immediately responded: "So good!" ”

Zhao Xiang saw their imperceptible laughter! He suddenly felt so naïve, these two people didn't really plan to recruit themselves after a long time, they just wanted to get a verbal promise from themselves - he was really just an outsider, but after thinking about it, he was reckless, he didn't plan to wade into this troubled water, what is there to lose?

Although the spring steel plates used in trucks are rusty, good things are not afraid of rust. Two hundred steel plates were promised by Zhao Xiang.

The other two hundred steel plates were given to Chunyang by Zhao Xiang. Because Chunyang was going north, he didn't say where he was going, nor did he say what he was going to do, he just patted Zhao Xiang on the shoulder and explained the "future".

This made Zhao Xiang very sad, Chunyang was already eighty years old. He has occupied this small Zhishan stone peak for most of his life, but he suddenly wants to go north to fight against Jin.

So much so that when Chunyang wanted to go to the tomb of the monk Faneng to say goodbye, Zhao Xiang couldn't help but help him hold up the umbrella.

In the autumn rain, in front of the tomb built by the abbot of the Kaiyuan Temple in Zhangzhou, Chunyang stood for half an hour, and only said before leaving: "Bald, I'm leaving." ”

Of course, Chunyang knew who killed the magic energy, but he never mentioned a word. Fortunately, Fa Neng Fa Mingbi is a big figure in the Buddhist world in Zhangzhou, and the abbots of each temple discussed and built two tombs for them, which can be regarded as having a home.

Zhao Xiang couldn't figure out what the relationship between Pure Yang and Fa Energy was, and it seemed that he would be a mystery forever.

In the evening, Zhao Xiang personally cooked a meal, and set a table with big fish and meat, like the New Year, the portion was full, and a few little children ate happily. Then Zhao Xiang moved out Wuliangye again, this time directly with the jar......

Then, Zhao Xiang broke again.

Lying on the sofa in the hall, he was woken up by Zhao Di: "Sir, get up quickly, the Taoist is leaving!" ”

Zhao Xiang bounced up, rushed upstairs to get two boxes, and ran outside.

The rain is still falling.

Chunyang was caught up by Zhao Xiang when he walked to Wutian Old Village, at least thousands of people were seeing Chunyang off, and there were more than fifty capable men with him.

Zhao Xiang handed the umbrella to Chunyang first: "Take it, it may not look so good in your opinion, but it is quite durable." ”

After the young man behind Chunyang took the umbrella, Zhao Xiang handed the two boxes to Chunyang: "An imitation Tang knife, if you go into battle to kill the enemy, you can use it, and one is an imitation Longquan sword, keep it by your side, it is said that it can ward off evil spirits and keep it safe." ”

He actually wanted to say that you should use X, but it didn't seem appropriate to say this kind of thing to an old man at this kind of parting.

Chunyang handed the umbrella to the young man behind him, and the sword was unsheathed. Longquan Sword is indeed Longquan Sword, and it is also a high-end product, the hand of a famous artist, 50,000 eight bought on a certain cat, saying that it can be soft and messy, but ...... Whoever is particularly sick takes a sword of tens of thousands of yuan to soft steel bars, so it can only be said that it is for him to be around.

And the imitation Tang knife of more than 3,000 yuan is different, without the blessing of the so-called "famous artist", remove all impractical decorations, and leave behind the essence of actual combat, I dare not say that it is a peerless sword, but in this era, it is easy to cut off those swords made of high-carbon steel.

Chunyang was satisfied, nodded and smiled.

Sent to the river embankment, Zhao Xiang did not send it again. Thousands of people had to continue to see them off, but only Zhao Xiang stood alone on the embankment.

Chunyang should be regarded as a heartthrob, obviously the disaster has hardly occurred so far, and it is clear that it is himself who smashes the pot and sells iron to relieve the victims of the disaster, but the people only seem to remember the good of Chunyang.

This made Zhao Xiang feel like a failure.

I lit a cigarette in the autumn rain and smoked it submergedly. There was suddenly an umbrella on his head, and when he smelled the faint fragrance of osmanthus flowers, he knew that it was Zhaoyan.

"This time the mountains and rivers are far away, and people are cold and desolate when they leave, why don't you send them off?" Zhao Xiang flicked the cigarette into the puddle, and Zhao Yan didn't like the smell of smoke.

Zhaoyan smiled bitterly: "The farther you send, the more reluctant you are." ”

Zhao Xiang turned around and smiled evilly: "If I have to leave here one day, will you come to see me off?" ”

Zhao Yan stretched out her hand and twisted it down on his waist: "Full of wine, stay away from me, don't think that what you do when you are drunk can be written off!" ”