The old man's excesses and reprimands of Yang Zhiyi's indignation were not inferior to those of the super indignant young man in his previous life, and soon attracted the attention of other people in the tea shop and many passers-by. Looking at this posture, if Yang Zhi was a little careless, countless tea bowls and watermelon skins would fly towards him like raindrops.

Yang Zhi never dreamed that the consequences of offending himself would be so serious. A casual unintentional remark actually made him suspicious of blaspheming his image as a hero in the eyes of the broad masses of the people.

His appearance at this time can be described as nondescript: his hair is unkempt and ignorant, his robe is half draped over his waist, sweat beads are rolling on his scarred strong muscles, his old bamboo hat and baggage are thrown aside, and he is holding a piece of watermelon and munching on it. Rural peasants are not like rural peasants, scholars are not like scholars, businessmen are not like businessmen, and they are closest to the image of scoundrels, and they are definitely more than 108,000 miles away from "god-like characters".

In these years, there is neither an ID card nor a "posthumous image" for reference, and if you want to show that you are the legendary Zhongwu Gong and his old man, even if he has 80 mouths all over his body, it may not be enough, I am afraid it will only trigger a mass ** national action of unpredictable scale.

Therefore, Yang Zhi only spent three seconds thinking about it, and then decided to go ahead with thirty-six strategies. embarrassed wiped the tea and saliva all over his face, apologized to himself in a continuous manner, and hurriedly got out of the tea shop in the eyes of people and fled, calling it a head rat but not far off.

Carefully calculated, it has been three months since the raiding army returned south from the Wangji Valley on the 9th of April, entered the Dharamza Dagad Mountains on the 12th of April, and was surrounded by heavy Turkic troops on the 14th of April. On that day, Dong Jian and others witnessed Yang Zhi jumping off the cliff, and there was no news of him after that, and he did not see anyone alive or dead for three months. If you suddenly see him "come back from the dead", I don't know what kind of scene it will be.

Since ancient times, the national heroes who resisted foreign aggression have been widely admired by people. Successive dynasties of the Central Plains regarded the Turks as the number one external trouble, and they were in a defensive posture of being passively attacked for a long time. The people of Daxia need a long-awaited myth, the millions of soldiers of the Xia army need an unattainable benchmark of blood, and the powerful country of Daxia in the turbulent times urgently needs a superhero, so the "Zhongwu Gong" was born so gloriously.

Now that Yang Zhi has been set up on the altar and his heroic deeds have been widely praised by the people, Geng Chao must still be alive, and there must be many soldiers who survived the raid legion. Yang Zhi only smiled at his "behind" honor, and did not hurry home first. Thinking of those young soldiers who lived and died with them and blood-stained desert, I couldn't help but sigh with excitement. Since Emperor Xia ordered the construction of a martyr's shrine for them, he should go to worship first.

The Martyrs' Shrine has not yet been completed, and there are a sea of people around it, all of whom have come to pay tribute to their children and the people who have come to worship spontaneously. It is conceivable that by the time of the Zhongyuan Conference on July 15 tomorrow, there will be more people who will come to worship. In front of the door, the paper ashes are flying, the incense is filled, and the sound of firecrackers is endless, and it is more of people's heartfelt sorrow and sigh.

Yang Zhi lowered the eaves and squeezed in to take a look, his statue had obviously undergone artistic processing, and it was more powerful and tall than himself, and his face was only five or six points similar. On the heroic spectrum in front of the wall of the Martyrs' Shrine, the list of soldiers who died in the desert of the raid army is densely engraved, and the first name is Yang Zhi. The couplets on both sides are said to be the imperial pen of Emperor Xia, and it is "ambitious to eat Hulu meat, laugh and talk about thirsty to drink the blood of the Huns", and criticize "although thousands of people go to me"!

After coming to this world, Yang Zhi has never sincerely bowed to anyone. At this time, he looked solemn in the face of those eternally young names on the hero's spectrum, and meticulously performed three kneels and nine bows. After kneeling silently in front of the wall, the days and nights of the dozens of Jin Ge Iron Horses singing blood-blooded songs came to mind, and I couldn't help but cry. I mourned in silence until sunset, and then I embarked on the road back to the city with a sad face.

In the last afterglow of the sunset, Yang Zhi stood in front of his house again. The gate of Yang's Mansion was closed and gloomy, and he looked at the four gilded characters of "Zhongwu Mansion" on the plaque of the gate in a daze, and suddenly felt like a world away.

"Hey! What for? This is the Flying Tiger General Zhongwu Gongfu, are you illiterate? ”

Only then did Yang Zhi notice that there were many heavily armed Ouchi guards patrolling in front of and around Yang's mansion. Well? Presumably, the title and title are higher, and the level of security has also been greatly improved.

Yang Zhi settled his mind and suddenly smiled, picked up the bamboo hat and stepped forward to the two guards at the door and said, "Brothers have worked hard, I am Yang Zhi, and I am back." ”

"What?! …… Are you Yang Zhi? The two guards stared at him with wide eyes for a long time, and one of them exclaimed excitedly: "He is Yang Zhi!" …… No, no, it's the general, it's the grandfather! That's right! I've seen it in the palace of His Royal Highness King Yue! Grandpa isn't dead yet, it's really Grandpa! ”

The surrounding guards and passers-by all gathered around with disbelief on their faces, and after a few moments, they confirmed the exciting news: Zhongwu Gong is not dead! He's back!

The guard led by Yang Zhi kowtowed a few times: "Grandpa, the villain kowtowed to you!" It's good you're back! -- Brothers, listen: You are stationed here, and I will immediately enter the palace to tell the emperor this great good news! ”

Yang Zhi saw that the guards were overjoyed one by one, and they all looked relieved, and said in his heart, Is it so hard to guard the door of Lao Tzu's house? I couldn't care so much about the surging heart, so I went to the door and banged on the door vigorously. Just slapped twice the door squeaked open, the door was opened by two guards and a plain woman, Yang Zhi couldn't help but open his arms and hugged her into his arms: "Wife, I'm back!" ”

"Yang Zhi? You're not dead? Unexpectedly, the woman in her arms struggled to push him away: "You let go of me!" …… I'm not your wife! ”

“…… Why are you? What are you doing in my house? What about Shen Yu? Yang Zhi looked at it, and it turned out to be the old enemy, Princess Zhao Yan of Changxiu!

"Sincerely! Messire! Yang Yan and Shen Yu and all the servants and maids of the Yang Mansion all rushed out in a swarm. The old man Yang Yan walked in the forefront, followed by Shen Yu, who was dressed in a vegetarian body, and fainted to the ground before he could reach Yang Zhi, and the servants and maids behind hurriedly held on.

The fat old man has lost a round of weight, and he has only seen it for a few months, as if he is ten years old. Rushed forward to see that it was indeed the baby son who was back, held Yang Zhi's hand tightly, and sat on the ground like a child who had been wronged and cried.

Yang Zhi fell to his knees in front of his father and kowtowed heavily, and said with tears in his eyes: "Dad, my son is not filial, so you are worried and sad for me." ”

"Zhi'er, it's really my Zhi'er! Hahahaha! Yang Yan's old tears did not dry and suddenly laughed, almost even crawling to pick up his son and walked to the front hall, went to the shrine to pull Yang Zhi's spiritual seat down cleanly, and shouted: "Ah Fu! Take this bad thing and chop it for firewood! ”

The domestic servant Ah Fu hesitated and said: "Master, this is the spiritual seat of the loyal martial prince written by the emperor for the young master, is it ...... to chop it when it is firewood." ”

"Bastard thing! The spiritual position of the emperor's royal pen can also be split casually? Yang Yan was so excited that he was almost crazy, and kicked Ah Fu's ass with a bright face, and scolded: "You won't just stuff it into the stove and burn it?" Idiot! ”