The next day, early in the morning, I opened my eyes and the sun was already out. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoAlthough the alcohol content at the end of the Han Dynasty is low and turbid, but the stamina is still quite large, plus I drank a little too much yesterday, I had a bad headache, the ninja was in pain, I finished washing, and I came to the compound, and the morning sun shone on people, warm, stretched, and continued my brilliant career and exercised.

"Lord, there is a letter from Wang Juncheng" Zhou Cang came in to report.

He took the letter handed over by Zhou Cang and opened it.

As I expected, Wang Juncheng really resigned, as he said, although the old man has a lot of experience, he is also conformist and inflexible; The old man is the enlightening light of life, guiding the road, but that road is walked by many people, there is no thought, no passion, what I Zhang Quan needs is a road that others have not walked.

As Lu Xun said, go your own way so that others have no way out. The path taken by Zhang Quan must be a different one, one that no one has ever walked and no one can take.

Now, under Zhang Quan's command, the generals include Shi Jin, Luo Tong, Li Dingguo, Yang Zhi, Wen Youxiejin, Jia Kui, all of them are young and handsome, all of them are dragons and phoenixes among people, each with their own arrogance, Wang Juncheng is added to it, which will only bind everyone and cannot give them the sky to display their talents.

You came quietly, just as you left quietly, without bringing a cloud, without taking away a trace of breeze, Wang Juncheng's resignation did not have a vigorous firecracker, nor did everyone hug each other, for this old man's dedication to duty, obscure spirit, Zhang Quan's loyal admiration.

In the depths of the Taihang Mountains, a huge village is located in the middle of the mountains, forming a small village market town. A grand building sits in the center, where the power center of the entire Taihang is, where Zhang Yan gives orders, surrounded by soldiers and armor, and the eerie spears flickering with a chilling white light.

"Boss, it's too much to deceive people," shouted a bearded leader.

"Yes, Dashuai, it's too much of a bully," echoed the other leader.

"Marshal, please allow me to lead a group of people and horses to level the party," a man with a majestic physique said angrily as he stood in the center of the urn.

"Pair the party"!

"Occupy the party!"

As if he hadn't heard the noise below, Zhang Yan asked, "Who is the Taishou of the Shangdang now?" “，。

"It's an old guy named Uncle Zhang Zhi, and we've fought a few times before," said one of the leaders.

"No, I heard from the person who fled that it was a man named Zhang Quan," said the other leader.

"Yes, Uncle Zhang Zhi, how is it Zhang Quan, I haven't heard of it"

"It's Zhang Quan"

The people were gossiping, each talking about their own thing, and the huge council hall was as if they had arrived at a pig slaughterhouse.

"Okay, let's stop arguing, who of you knows? , Zhang Yan patted the table and said with a frown. Zhang Yan's prestige was still very strong, patting the table, and in an instant, the arguing hall could hear the sound of a needle dropping.

"Handsome, it's Uncle Zhang Zhi"

"Dashuai, it's Zhang Quan"

"Don't make any noise, Colonel Zuo, you say," Zhang Yan really couldn't listen anymore, and pointed to a person and said.

"Yu Dashuai, the party is now Zhang Quan Ren Taishou, Dong Xiangguo also issued an edict, Zhang Yang has already been killed by Yang Chou at the beginning of the year, Zhang Quan is Zhang Yang's only son", Zuo Corrector said calmly, the whispers around him could not affect the slightest bit.

"It seems that the son is here to avenge Lao Tzu, no wonder he is so desperate" Zhang Yan thought about it and said.

"It doesn't matter who he is avenging and killing our brother, we must take revenge, and kill him without leaving a piece of armor," said one of the ringleaders.

"That's right, the marshal hurry up and send troops"

"The marshal hurriedly sent troops to slaughter this turtle son."

"Dashuai, you have to avenge these dead brothers," one of them said, and he was about to cry.

"I don't want to avenge my dead brothers! The autumn harvest is coming, do you want the population under your rule to drink the northwest wind? Zhang Yan said loudly, staring at everyone with a pair of vicious eyes.

"It is a matter of time before you send troops to attack the party, dare to kill my brother and humiliate my people, I have a common hatred with him, as long as we have the confidence to take revenge, when the autumn harvest is over, I am inviting everyone to gather together, how about stepping on the party?

"Everything is in order," everyone said in unison.

"Okay, that bit is busy preparing things for the winter, but the party is still less subtle, don't say I haven't reminded you when the time comes."

"No"

Zhang Yang, Zhang Quan, I miss my Chu Feiyan, I have been in Taihang for many years, and the Luoyang Imperial Court still crowned me as a Zhonglang general, why did you plunder my tiger beard, if it wasn't for the autumn harvest in sight, I would let you not eat and walk around!

Shangdang, the eldest son, and the Taishou Mansion

"Lord, there is an old lady's personal maid who wants to see you," Zhou Cang said.

What is the matter with my mother looking for me, Zhang Quan secretly thought in his heart, if he can't figure it out, then he will meet.

"Let him in," Zhang Quan said,

"Yes" Zhou Cang turned to leave, and after a while, he came to Zhang Quan with a delicate little girl.

"Childe, Madame let me tell you, tomorrow night in the back garden for the Mid-Autumn Festival in August, you must come then, don't forget" The little girl said when she arrived at a thousand blessings.

"Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival?" Zhang Quan asked suspiciously, where do you care about the time these days.

"Yes, tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival in August," the little girl said softly.

"Okay, tell Madame, I will definitely go", since my father died, my mother has been depressed and haggard, and it is very rare to remember the Mid-Autumn Festival.

In the blink of an eye, it is the Mid-Autumn Festival in August, and this day flies so fast, Zhang Quan sighed.

"Tell the generals of the party that tomorrow we will have a day off and go home for the Mid-Autumn Festival in August," Zhang Quan said.

"Yes" Zhou Cang did not smile, and faithfully carried out Zhang Quan's order.

Today's holiday, Zhang Quan also let go of his mind and body, don't think about those things that are fighting, let go of his mind and face the sea, the spring flowers are blooming, the whole person's mind seems to be integrated into a fish, free to swim in the rippling sea, carefree.