"The big boss, the idea I encountered this time was too hard, and the seven brothers brought by the leopard died, and he died. Even the people of the Lingnan Arrow Sect suffered at the hands of Dean Yang that night, and the little one and the old Chuntou were also recognized by him. ”

The old man raised his eyebrows and said softly, "Oh? Did even the people of the Lingnan Arrow Sect take action? This is truly unprecedented. How old is this surnamed Yang and what is his name? He turned slowly, his hair was gray, and his face was pitted except for the old spot, deep and shallow, as if he had been cut by something.

"It's not very old, about thirty years old, it seems like ...... It seems to be called Yang Fan. Huang Yang remembered that the Chinese soldier in the barracks had mentioned it. Now he has no use value at all, so in front of the old man, he is also extremely restrained.

The old man's cane fell to the ground, his throat bulging, and his body trembled uncontrollably. "Big Daddy, you...... What's wrong? Qi Tianhu saw the old man's shaking body and hurriedly stepped forward to help.

The old man hunched his back and trembled, "Go!" You personally go and welcome this Mr. Yang up the mountain! His voice trembled a little, Qi Tianhu replied respectfully, and hurriedly walked out of the house with Huang Yang and the two of them, and took dozens of brothers down the mountain to greet them.

The old man beckoned, and the junior on the side hurriedly stepped forward, picked up the cane, and said, "Grand Duke, your cane." The old man held his cane, straightened up slightly, and said, "Help me to go to the village sentry." He beckoned, as if in a hurry.

The next generation was like a great enemy, thinking that the old man had something to deploy, so he didn't dare to stay, so he hurriedly ran over and said, "Yes." ”

The latter helped the old man and walked quickly upward. He held the old man's hand, and clearly felt that the old man was shaking incessantly, much more powerful than before, was it because of the "terrifying" Mr. Yang? Thinking of this, he was not afraid, whether this Mr. Yang had three heads or six arms, even the grandfather who had seen the world was very frightened.

"Grandpa, I'll carry you up."

Previous words. If you put forward your back in front of him, you will be allowed to eat a stuffy stick, and then the old man will scold: "Lao Tzu can't die yet." But this time the old man seemed to be in a hurry, and hurriedly got on the back of the next generation. Let him run up to the top.

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The old man breathed a sigh of relief, stood at the whistle, and looked at the faint army under the mountain, a small group was slowly moving, and he squinted. Searching around the crowd to find the person. He leaned his staff to the side and held the railing with both hands, which would allow him to better maintain his balance.

He watched it for a long time, but he didn't know if it was because he was old and his eyesight was weak, or because of some tears, he couldn't see clearly. He wiped his eyes and continued to stare.

"This. No. He muttered to himself, then nodded his head, his gaze shifting.

"This? It seems to be stronger than him. ”

He searched for a long time, but he couldn't see it clearly. The people on the mountain finally came closer. The old man stood on tiptoe, constantly adjusting his bearings, trying to lock on to a Mr. Yang that he thought he thought. Finally, among dozens of people, he vaguely found the familiar figure. But he's not sure. It's that Mr. Yang.

The team walked slowly, and it took a long time for the old man to raise his head and look at the noble man in his life. Is it him or not? He was very afraid of being disappointed, and heard that he was already a lord, however, after that, there was no more news of him, and the old man raised his head. He continued to look into the crowd, and at last his hands trembled again, and he turned and walked down.

The younger student, who didn't dare to make a sound to disturb, picked up his cane, hurried up, and shouted, "Ah Gong, your battle!" Your battle! He hurried after him, for fear that the old man would fall into trouble.

Qi Tianhu led Yang Fan and his party to finally come to the gate of the village. He kept testing Yang Fan along the way, but he didn't find out why, so he smiled and said: "Mr. Yang is going up the mountain this time, is he going to make a deal with our Lianghu Village, you might as well say it directly." I'm Qi Tianhu to accompany you first, these days ago, I was in Lianghu Village, I'm sorry for you first, I'll kowtow to you to compensate you! ”

Qi Tianhu is also a cheerful person, in front of more than 100 people, he knelt directly in front of Yang Fan, wanting to kowtow. Yang Fan immediately helped Qi Tianhu up. Although he didn't know what Qi Tianhu's intentions were, Yang Fan would never let him kowtow to himself in front of so many people, and then accept it gladly.

I'm afraid that this mountain of sons, because today he knelt down to apologize, which was seen as a kind of Yang Fan's humiliation of Qi Tianhu and held a grudge, so it would be troublesome.

"Why should Qi be like this, as the so-called don't fight, don't know each other, the things in front of you should be the old yellow calendar, and turn it over. We came here today to discuss the development plan of the cottage, and there is no other meaning. Chen Wangting on the side secretly slandered to himself, he didn't know each other, these rogues, when he was walking darts in Shandong, he had encountered a lot, and then his reputation as a second Guan Gong came out, not to mention robbery, passing through the mountains, they had to come down to send a glass of water, send some seasonal fruits or something, just don't fight and don't know each other.

The door shook and slowly opened. The old man hurriedly ran out and glanced at Yang Fan in a hurry. It's him, it's Lord Xiao Yang! At this moment, the tears finally couldn't be suppressed, and they flowed down, knelt down and bowed: "Qi Degui, a veteran of the Thirteen Mountains, knock to see Lord Yang!" In front of his eyes, the scenes resurfaced, the despair of besieging Dalinghe City, Yang Fan's very encouraging voice, and the sound of drums that often sounded in his ears when he fell asleep.

He is already a gray-haired old man, but he still has a sense of pride, and he can often pick up a clay gun to experience the tragic scene of the yellow sand and blood sprinkled all over the city.

He was originally an ordinary husband, but in that battle of the Daling River, he fought the most heroic counterattack of the Ming people, that blood and tears, that battle of life and death, which can be regarded as a strong stroke of Yang Fan's rewriting in history.

When he received the entanglement of returning to his hometown and the military salary, this old husband cried. And today, when he saw the drum Linghe City again, the Yang Jue who dared to avenge the death of his brother chasing the enemy, came back! He wasn't excited, he wasn't excited!

The general is not old, and the husband has gray hair. It is difficult for people to return to their souls, on the edge of Linghe City, on the thirteen hills, how many are there now, singing that glorious spiritual song?

Yang Fan felt a tingling in his scalp, this shout was more real than any sound he had ever heard. He walked over slowly, also knelt in front of the old man, bowed, and said, "I'm sorry, I haven't seen you for a long time." Are you all right? (To be continued.) )