Zhang Ying drove Nanshan and Zhang Yingying all the way to the Jingmen Martial Arts Hall, but when they were still some distance away from the gate, they saw many disciples gushing out of the martial arts hall with a "hula", blocking a group of people at the door and preventing them from entering.

That group of people was dressed in armor, with long spears and short swords in their hands, even in the face of so many martial arts disciples with cultivation, they still looked menacing.

"Stop!"

With a loud shout, the disciples of the martial arts hall looked back one after another, only to see a person walking out of the martial arts hall, it was the master of the martial arts hall Dawuzan and Zhang Yingying, Qi Hong.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this, is there anything wrong with our Lingzhou Martial Arts Hall? How is it so tense? Qi Hong frowned slightly, and asked with a pretended to be suddenly enlightened: "Could it be that all the military masters are going to the front line, and the military salary has not yet been prepared?" This can be directly proposed, I, Qi Hong, am also a patriotic person, and this part of my mind will naturally be exhausted, and there is no other word. ”

As he spoke, a middle-aged man in linen clothes walked out behind him, who was holding a wooden plate in his hand, slightly hunched on his back, with a piece of red cloth covering the wooden plate, and a three-inch-thick bulging bag at the bottom of the bulging unknown thing.

Qi Hong stretched out his hand to uncover the red cloth, lowered his eyes and said respectfully: "Don't dislike all the military masters, if he returns triumphantly one day, he will definitely set up a thousand doors banquet at the gate of the city to wash the dust for everyone!" ”

"Old fellow, don't talk to your master here."

Out of the group of sergeants came a rather tall figure, with a meaty face, and shouted at Qi Hong: "Why let Lao Tzu go to the battlefield, I, the king has already ordered, the twenty-four states in the southeast are conscripted for military and grain, these disciples of your Jingmen Martial Arts Hall are all in good health and have cultivation, they are all good seedlings to be soldiers......"

"Anyone who rebels will be dealt with according to disobeying the king's order and killed on the spot!"

Hearing this, the disciples all rioted and shouted loudly about injustice.

"Where is there any conscription, the magistrate has not informed us at all!"

"That's it, shouldn't you be horse bandits in the nearby mountains, you want to cheat us all away without spending a single soldier, so that you can attack Lingzhou County, right?"

"Even if you really want to be recruited, how can there be a whole martial arts hall without leaving all the men! What about the conscription order! Take out the conscription order and look at ......"

The more the disciples talked, the more annoyed they became, and later they even rolled up their sleeves and prepared to fight with the soldiers.

"Get out of the way!"

Qi Hong stepped forward and said with a serious face: "All the disciples are waiting in the martial arts hall hall to listen to the order, no one is allowed to come out without my order!" ”

"But the master ......"

A few of the leading disciples wanted to say something, but they were glared at by Qi Hong, and immediately shrank their heads, obediently lined up everyone for daily training, and walked into the martial arts hall.

The sergeant who had just started to speak was in a hurry at the moment, and shouted at Qi Hong: "Old thing! Get out of the way for the uncle, believe it or not, we will chop you into meat stuffing with one knife at a time? ”

As he spoke, the long knife in his hand was raised, it was indeed a war knife used in the army, and it was also a special combat knife for the cavalry battalion, in order to slash the enemy on a horse, this kind of combat knife would usually be much longer than that of ordinary infantry soldiers.

"Not good! Master is in danger! ”

When Zhang Yingying saw this scene, where could he still sit still in the carriage, and hurriedly wanted to rush out to help the master block the ferocious momentum of those people.

However, Zhang Ying grabbed him and said, "Da Wuzan has his own ability to deal with them, don't worry, I'm still here." ”

"If you want me to say, I think your master may have other concerns......" Nanshan didn't look out from beginning to end, she just listened quietly.

"Really?" Zhang Yingying couldn't believe it, and silently put down the hand that opened the curtain.

As a result, Zhang Yingying here didn't wait for Nanshan's further response, and Qi Hong said loudly at the door of the martial arts hall: "You need to expand your military strength, take me away over there." ”

"You? Old thing, you're not kidding, are you? The leading sergeant looked puzzled at first, and then contempt and contempt filled his entire distorted features.

"Phew, it's really shameless, I think it's great to be a great martial artist, it was all a name from twenty years ago, old guy, are you sure you can still hold a knife and a gun now?" Another sergeant played the long knife in his hand a few times, and spat at Qi Hong's feet as he roared.

Who knows, before this person's voice fell, he suddenly felt a strong wind in front of him, followed by his eyes twice, and one person rushed towards the long knife in his hand, and in an instant, his long knife had fallen into Qi Hong's hand.

"Boom." Qi Hong danced the long knife like a flying dragon, and the awe-inspiring momentum that rose up around his body suddenly forced those sergeants back several steps.

For a moment, the air could only hear the strange sound of the wind rubbing against the blade, and the sound of someone secretly swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

The person who spoke just now was empty-handed at this time, his eyes were wide, he was only glad that the old guy just took the knife in his hand, instead of wanting his life, subconsciously touched the back of his neck, he felt a chill for no reason.

"Well, that's you." The leading sergeant unconsciously tugged at the corners of his mouth, and his tone was no longer as sharp and domineering as it had just been.

"Wait!" Zhang Yingying rushed over in three or two steps, and said loudly: "Master, why do you want to go with them?" Why not rebel? ”

Seeing that it was Zhang Hero who was back, Qi Hong lowered his face and shouted, "You let me in!" ”

"No, Master, you can't go, what about the brothers? We have hundreds of disciples in the martial arts hall, do you still want to let you go to the battlefield at your age, Master? Zhang Yingying stretched out his hand and grabbed Qi Hong's arm, his expression was like a child who had been robbed of his beloved.

"Ah Xiong! Don't make a fuss! The martial arts hall is gone, and there are still senior brothers, you go in and tell your senior brothers...... Underneath the futon that I usually use for meditation is the letter I have already written. Qi Hong patted the back of Zhang Yingying's hand and pulled Zhang Yingying's hand away with a force that he couldn't resist.

"Master, you ......"

"That's right, I expected this day to happen."

"How could it be ......" Zhang Yingying was a little confused, "Master, what do you mean, the apprentice is clumsy, the apprentice doesn't understand!" ”

"I've been running a martial arts hall here for more than thirty years, and these people will choose to come to the door at this time to make trouble, of course they won't really come for those disciples in my hall......" Qi Hong raised his eyes to look at the sergeant in the lead, slowed down his voice and said: "After all, what they originally wanted to take away was me, a bad old man." ”

Zhang Ying in the carriage was stunned, Qi Hong's words made her a little confused, after all, she has not been in the position of Zhixian for many years, is it possible, this great martial artist of the Jingmen Martial Arts Hall is really a person with a great background?

Nanshan smiled beside him, with a look of insight, and sighed: "It's normal for Lord Zhang to have something to ignore, this Mr. Qi...... Oh no, he is not surnamed Qi, but surnamed Fu, Fu Hong, a first-class general who used to be the king and was known as the 'Shadow Swordsman'. ”

"Imperial ...... Gozen? General? Zhang Ying was still puzzled in her eyes, and asked, "Why is the general in my Lingzhou County?" Moreover...... Master Qi has been coming to my Lingzhou County for more than 30 years, and he ran this Jingmen Martial Arts Gym when I was young, how could he ......?"

In fact, she also wanted to ask again, Nanshan looked no more than twenty years old, why would he know so well about a person who had retired and disappeared more than thirty years ago.

"Just like I didn't expect to meet you here, I didn't expect to meet him here, and General Fu was brave on the front line back then, but unfortunately when he returned triumphantly, his beloved wife had died of illness for a long time, and his heart was like ashes overnight, maybe it was like this, he would resolutely put down his military power and return to the market." Nanshan straightened his dress, got up and left the carriage.

However, when she took a few steps forward, a faint aura suddenly appeared in her mind, but before she could ponder it, that little aura was fleeting, as if it had never existed.

Nanshan frowned, and Zhang Ying behind her also followed, she carefully looked at Zhang Ying's face, and then turned her gaze to the old general Fu she mentioned in the distance, and secretly thought in her heart: If there are two coincidences in one day, it should be considered lucky, or ......

What about the weird?

Also, she slapped the back of her head twice, feeling a little strange, why did she know about an old general who disappeared from the DPRK more than 30 years ago? Thinking about it again, she could hardly recall more things about General Fu, as if this person only existed in the paragraph she said to Zhang Ying just now.

Zhang Yingying, who was not far away, stretched out his arms and stopped in front of Fu Hong, separating him from those sergeants at both ends, and Fu Hong's face became more and more ugly, and the sergeants raised their blades again impatiently.

Nanshan looked up at the sky that was gradually fading, and suddenly had a sense of confusion that he didn't know where he was.

The sun has set, and night has fallen.