"Get out!"

As soon as he broke down, the door of the tent was opened, and a soldier was seen holding a tray with some hot food in it, and his buttocks were pouting back, and he withdrew from the tent. Zhang Ji, the general who was patrolling the camp outside, was slightly stunned when he saw this scene, and asked the other soldiers to continue, while he stepped forward and asked the soldier: "What, General Zhang, hasn't he had dinner yet?" ”

The soldier replied yes, Zhang Ji frowned, did not speak, let him go down first, and he put his body into the inner tent.

"I won't say anything, don't bother again...... Oh, it's uncle! ”

Zhang Xiu, who was buried in front of the case, knew that something was wrong when he heard a cough, so he quickly stood up and stepped forward to greet him: "Uncle, why are you here so late?" You may be seated! Zhang Ji glanced at his nephew Zhang Xiu, then slowly sat down and asked, "What, is my Xiu'er cultivating Bigu?" ”

Bigu is probably a kind of technique practiced by Fang Shi, as long as the cultivation is successful, you can not eat for many days without feeling hungry, of course Zhang Xiu can't do it. He smiled and said, "Uncle said that he laughed, where does Xiu'er have this ability." ”

"Then why didn't you even eat dinner?"

After Zhang Ji finished asking, he added: "By the way, since the last battle, I see that you seem to be very unhappy all the time, why is this?" If you have any difficulties, why not tell your uncle, maybe I can help you? ”

"This ......"

Zhang Xiu had to admire his uncle Zhang Ji's old and spicy vision, he was indeed because after meeting Chen Nuo these days, he knew from him that the master was probably not sorry for him, and suddenly felt that his belief for many years might collapse in one day, so he was naturally unwilling and decadent as death. These days, it was this thought that had been haunting him, making him so miserable that he couldn't even eat and drink.

He raised his head and briefly met Zhang Ji's soft gaze, and from him, he felt a warm current.

His heart moved, he gritted his teeth, and finally spoke: "Uncle, you should remember the incident when I suddenly went down the mountain to join you many years ago, right?" ”

Before Zhang Xiu entered the barracks, he had learned marksmanship from an old gentleman, and Zhang Ji certainly remembered this. It's just that Zhang Xiu didn't study for a few years and suddenly ran back, saying that he wanted to follow him to the army for training. And because Zhang Ji had lost his son before, he treated Zhang Xiu as his own son, so he naturally agreed, brought him into the army, and put him by his side. It's been a long time since this happened, but I still remember it clearly.

When he heard Zhang Xiulai ask, he nodded and said, "Yes, I remember when I asked you why you came back suddenly, and you told your uncle that your master was eccentric and didn't teach you the whole set of Hundred Birds Chaofeng Gun, so you came back." He also said that he would never learn any marksmanship from him in the future, and that he would train himself in actual combat......"

Speaking of this, Zhang Ji's heart moved: "Could it be that you have seen your master back then?" Is he embarrassed you? Don't be afraid, with your uncle here, no one can hurt you. ”

"Uncle!"

Zhang Xiu's heart was hot, and she almost squatted down to lie on him and cry. But it was just a thought, and he didn't do it. He is older, he is no longer the child of the year, he is not wronged and can be coquettish in the arms of adults, and then he forgets all his troubles after crying heartlessly. Now that he is older, he is taller and more powerful than his uncle, and it is naturally no longer suitable for him.

Zhang Xiu restrained her impulsive thoughts, held back her tears, looked at her uncle, shook her head and said, "It's not like this!" Uncle, if I say that the master of the hundred birds and phoenix spears did not miss a single move and a half, but it was all passed on to me, and I ...... Uncle, do you understand what I'm saying? I...... I mean, if I hated Master for so many years, but he didn't feel sorry for me, but I misunderstood him, I ...... Me, what should I do? Am I wrong? Uncle, I'm so miserable, I'm so miserable! ”

He had already repeatedly argued this matter in his heart, and the final result was nothing more than that he had misunderstood the master, and he was indeed wrong.

And this mistake is a few years, a few years of collapse of faith, how to teach him to bear it once?

When Zhang Ji saw his nephew Zhang Xiu's expression, he was also moved in his heart. Since he treats Zhang Xiu as his own son, and has trained Zhang Xiu to be the successor of Zhang Jiajun, how can he bear it when he sees him in such pain? He didn't know the truth of this matter, but he knew that he wanted Zhang Xiu to be happy and didn't want to see him in such pain.

Zhang Ji let Zhang Xiuyi talk to the end, and did not interject, and waited until he was over hysteria before he stood up, stretched out his thick palm, and patted him lightly behind his head. It was this beat, but Zhang Xiu's grievances these days suddenly found an outlet, and she couldn't hold back anymore, her body trembled, and tears almost flowed out of the ditch.

Of course Zhang Ji knew that he was a nephew, and he would rather suppress his pain than expose his weaknesses, so why bother? He sighed lightly, and then enlightened him: "Silly boy, things in the world are either right or wrong, and who can tell the difference between right and wrong?" In this life, just these two words, whether it is right or wrong, it just comes. As long as you think it is right, then stick to it, and if it is wrong, then change it. ”

"Let's just say that I am a soldier of Xiliang, who was scolded by the Kwantung thieves as a rebellious minister and thief, and I want to join forces to kill me. They regard us as tyrants and murderers. But who knows how much suffering my Xiliang soldiers endured before they left the customs? The imperial court not only demoted us to an inferior level of household registration, but also used us as cannon fodder once Qiang Hu was killed. That's it, and once Qianghu is exterminated, the court will begin to change its way to break up and suppress us, saying that we are not waiting. Xiu'er, you say, is this the right of the imperial court, or is it my Xiliang soldier's fault? ”

Xiliang knocked on the pass, the reason is complicated, Dong Zhuo is wrong, but at that time, the imperial court was mediocre and failed to treat Xiliang well, which was also one of the causes of chaos. It is no wonder that Dong Zhuo was angry, the court was shaken, although the name was tyrannical, but it was still supported by many Xiliang soldiers, such as Zhang Ji and Li Dao. Although these people are scolded as 'aiding and abusive' in the eyes of others, they have never been 'bad guys', which is probably related to this reason. Zhang Xiu hadn't thought about this problem before, but when he heard his uncle Zhang Ji say this, he couldn't help but light up and seemed to have an understanding.

Zhang Ji glanced at Zhang Xiu, saw that he didn't speak, and said: "Of course, if this matter is indeed Xiu'er's fault, Xiu'er, you don't have to be too sad, just admit your mistake." The so-called people are not sages, who can do nothing, embroidery, you really don't have to worry too much. ”

Although he said that, it was difficult for Zhang Xiu to figure out this matter at once and forgive himself. It's just that he didn't want his uncle Zhang Ji to worry about this, so he could only nod and say yes.

Zhang Ji thought for a while, and then asked: "By the way, just now Xiu'er said that you didn't see your master, so how can this matter make sense?" ”

"Well, uncle, this is how it is......"

Zhang Xiu gritted his teeth and told his uncle what happened to Yanshi Chengxia and Chen Nuo. Hearing the name of the great enemy Chen Nuo, Zhang Ji had to be careful. He thought for a moment, and then asked, "This is also a strange thing, didn't you say that your master announced that he would no longer accept disciples since you left?" How can Chen Nuo, this kid know your set of Hundred Birds and Phoenix Guns? ”

Zhang Xiu shook his head: "My nephew is also puzzled by this matter, but I heard him say that he is an equal friend of the master and his old man, so passing on his marksmanship is not counted as a master, and he has not violated his oath back then." ”

Zhang Ji turned around, lowered his eyebrows and thought for a moment, then suddenly said, "I heard that your master also has an apprentice, could it be that he taught him?" ”

Zhang Xiu said: "This apprentice doesn't know. However, the key thing now is that whether it is Zhao Yun who taught him or not, or his self-taught master, as long as the marksmanship he made is no different from what I made, then it is enough to prove that my nephew was indeed wrong back then, which cannot be denied. ”

Zhang Ji had to nod his head, and then asked him: "Is it possible that he stole from you?" You must know that the outskirts of Beijing County ......"

Zhang Xiu also had this idea, but he himself denied it. When he heard his uncle mention it at this time, he also shook his head helplessly, and also denied it.

Zhang Ji found a flaw for him, of course, he didn't want to deny it, but since this matter came from the mouth of his sworn enemy Chen Nuo, then he had to consider the consequences of it. And this consequence has obviously been added to his nephew Zhang Xiu, making his nephew now decadent, which is obviously not conducive to him. And he, regardless of whether this matter is true or not, he can't help but be wary of Chen Nuo's intentions. So at this time, since he Zhang Ji can't catch the flaws in it, he can only try to prove that his nephew is 'right'. Once the nephew is no longer guilty, then Chen Nuo's sinister intentions will naturally be self-defeating.

Thinking of this, Zhang Ji said again: "So, he said that this set of marksmanship was passed on to him by your master and his old man, what evidence does he have?" ”

"Guns."

Zhang Xiu said: "The Pixiu iron gun that my master used back then is now in Chen Nuo's hands, and having this gun is enough to prove that he has indeed received the inheritance of his master and his old man." ”

Zhang Ji smiled lightly: "Pixiu iron gun? But it's a dead thing, and it doesn't prove anything. If Chen Nuo has bad intentions, he can take it from your master's hands, or steal it. Xiu'er, do you think this is possible? ”

Zhang Xiu didn't expect this: "But Master, his old man is superb in martial arts, and ordinary people want to steal this gun from him, I'm afraid it's not so easy." If it is said to be robbing, unless it is to kill him, it will ......" Zhang Xiu said this, and a bad feeling spread throughout his body, making his body shake, "Uncle is ...... Could it be that he Chen Nuo killed my master first, and then took the weapon from him? ”

Zhang Ji nodded: "It's not impossible!" ”

Zhang Xiu's face was gloomy, his anger rose, he gritted his teeth, and shouted: "If this is the case, Chen Nuo, this kid, is finished, and I, Zhang Xiu, vow to take back this gun and avenge this old man for the master!" ”

Since he can't get rid of his decadence and get out of his guilt immediately, let him have a target to deal with, and he can be regarded as 'alive' again. Zhang Xiu, who has a strong fighting spirit, is his former nephew. Zhang Ji was very satisfied that his words could make Zhang Xiu regain his fighting spirit, and he was very relieved.

"Hate, hate Chen Nuo, as long as you hate Chen Nuo, I'm not afraid that you will be decadent!"

Zhang Ji thought so proudly, and suddenly there was a miserable hiss outside the tent, followed by the sound of someone shouting and howling, which was very poignant. This is the barracks, and it is the middle of the night, almost all of them have rested, and the surroundings are relatively quiet, and although this miserable hissing is not loud, it is trembling in the ears.

"What's going on?"

Zhang Ji suddenly turned around and held the saber in his hand. The embroidery immediately picked up the spear next to him, shook it slightly, and said, "This voice seems to have come from Hu Che'er." Zhang Xiu had already heard it, the voice was not far away, Hu Che'er lived next to him, could it be that something happened to him?

Zhang Ji and Zhang Xiu glanced at each other, immediately opened the tent door, and walked out. At this time, a soldier had already stumbled and held his chin and reported to them: "Two generals, let's go and see General Hu......

The soldier's mouth was swollen, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and it seemed that he had some injuries. Needless to ask, something did happen. The two of them left him and immediately looked at the tent where Hu Che'er was. Before I arrived, I had clearly heard the sound of Hu Che'er roaring, which was very terrifying, and had the smell of wanting to choose people and devour. Zhang Xiu took two steps forward and turned the account, but saw a person waving his fists and beating left and right, it was Hu Che'er. Just in front of Hu Che'er, there were seventy-seven-eighty-eight soldiers surrounding him, forming a semi-circular formation and enveloping him in it. However, these soldiers did not dare to move for a moment before receiving the order, but only restrained him from a distance and prevented him from escaping the circle.

"Hu Che'er, what are you doing, don't you stop General Ben?"

Zhang Xiu stepped forward from afar and drank a word, who knew that if Hu Che'er hadn't heard it, he didn't pay attention to him at all, still waving his fists violently, roaring in his throat.

Although Zhang Xiu's position in the army is not high, he is the nephew of the chief general Zhang Ji, as long as he personally goes out to his subordinates, he will generally give him a little face, not to mention a master like Hu Che'er who is usually obedient. He told him not to move, his face was red, and he couldn't hold it anymore. Fortunately, at this time, the soldier told him: "General Zhang, you have come just in time!" The general didn't know that this General Hu might be suffering from madness. If he hadn't taken away his weapon, I'm afraid he would have killed more people right now......"

"Murder?"

Zhang Xiu remembered the miserable hoarse sound just now, looked into the tent, and saw a person lying in a pool of blood on the ground in the tent, clearly a woman. The woman was naked, and she died on her back, which was very funny. Needless to say, this woman Zhang Xiu also knew that she was the concubine of Zhang Xianling in Qianping County, just because Zhang Xianling died, Hu Che'er had an affair with her. Originally, you can't take a woman on the march, you only have to mess around, and you can't leave a woman for a day, Zhang Ji loves him very much, so he turned a blind eye and let him come to the army. I just don't want to, at this time, he will die on the ground, could it be that Hu Che'er did it himself, is he crazy?

It's really crazy, otherwise it wouldn't have become so terrible at this moment. Zhang Xiu waved his hand, asked the left and right to retreat first, and drank again: "Hu Che'er, look at who I am...... Bastard, you even beat this general...... Yes! ”

Unfortunately, Hu Che'er swung his fist and hit the bridge of his nose. Immediately, it was hot and fishy, and the nosebleeds were long. Originally, with Zhang Xiu's skills, although he was not Hu Che'er's opponent without fighting, and he couldn't compare to his brute strength, but if he wanted to avoid it before his fist swung it, Zhang Xiu couldn't do it. I only thought that when Hu Che'er swung his fist over, Zhang Xiu suddenly looked at Hu Che'er, only to see that his eyes were red and his face was hideous, and he was startled by him, so he naturally didn't think of avoiding it, and he hit him with a fist and won the jackpot.

"You!"

Zhang Xiushang wanted to raise a gun to fight him, but Zhang Ji, who had already caught up from behind, pulled him back and told him not to move. He took advantage of Hu Che'er's punch to hit others, and gave him a fist to the back of the head from behind, snapped, and Hu Che'er fainted on the spot. Zhang Ji glanced at Hu Che'er on the ground, and saw that Hu Che'er was almost naked all over his body. Zhang Ji frowned, waved his hand, and hurriedly asked people to carry him in, he looked like this, it was simply unusual, and if Ming'er spread it, he would become a laughing stock of the whole army. And the bigger laughing stock is that in the dignified barracks, there is actually a woman hidden, and she is naked on the ground, dead. Zhang Ji's brows were lowered, and he coughed dryly twice, and people hurriedly wrapped the corpse and carried it out and threw it away.

It was only after the others had disposed of the blood stains on the ground that Zhang Jifang summoned the soldiers from before and asked them why. These people only heard a miserable hiss, and then rushed over, and saw the scene of the woman who was killed by Hu Che'er and fell to the ground. And Hu Che'er, after seeing them, wanted to chase them like crazy. But fortunately, after Hu Che'er slashed the woman with a knife, he got up, but accidentally fell and lost the knife, and when he got up again, he didn't pick it up, just roared, rushed out of the tent and punched people. When they saw Hu Che'er like this, they were afraid that he would mess around, and someone grabbed the knife on the ground, so they didn't make things look worse.

Zhang Ji listened quietly, did not say a word, only let them all go down, but at the same time warned them that it was strictly forbidden to spread the matter.

Zhang Xiu next to him tilted his head, finally stopped the nosebleed, saw Hu Che'er lying on the couch, glared at him fiercely, turned around, and asked, "Uncle, what the hell is going on?" Hu Che'er, is this kid crazy, he actually dares to beat me......"

Zhang Ji ignored him, glanced left and right on Hu Che'er's couch, but found that a black object was crawling out of the bedding. Zhang Ji's heart trembled, and the quilt was lifted, but he found that there were still the same three or five, scurrying around in the futon.

Zhang Xiu also saw it, frowned, and couldn't help but take two steps back: "Yes...... It's a cow lice! ”