"Zhang Jushi, this is the experience of poor roads. ”

Xuan Fengzi sat in the bureau, the clouds were light and the wind was light, and he looked like a person among the gods, as if he was not arrested before.

"I see. ”

Zhang Fan nodded thoughtfully, and said secretly in his heart: No wonder I killed the ghosts faster than others, it turned out that this is the reason.

Then do I still want to find Xiaomei to continue the frontier?

At this moment, Zhang Fan's original dream was subverted by himself.

Xuan Fengzi and the leaders outside the room didn't know what Zhang Fan was thinking, but imagined other things.

Xuan Fengzi was thinking about how to wash away the news, but the leaders outside the room were thinking about how to pull Maoshan onto the big ship of the official mansion.

Xuan Fengzi has proven his worth with his excellent experience in killing ghosts.

Especially now that the government lacks the means to deal with powerful ghosts, it urgently needs talents like Xuan Fengzi.

Maoshan Taoism has proven its strength, and the Dragon and Tiger Mountain, which is more famous than Maoshan Mountain, is not... More powerful?

"Stabilize Xuanfengzi Daoist, tomorrow I will go to Longhu Mountain and meet the contemporary Zhang Tianshi. ”

After the big man explained to the left and right, he continued to listen to the communication between Xuan Fengzi and Zhang Fan.

And Xuan Fengzi did not have any reservations to reveal the mundane foundation in "Maoshan Zhengfa" to Zhang Fan.

For example, who has three fires, yang energy restrains powerful ghosts, and the body of a boy is strong and invincible.

Some of the knowledge that is possessed in Chinese legends has now been proved by Xuan Fengzi.

There is also a part of the news that they are concerned about, which makes the officials of the government increase a lot of knowledge.

About two hours later, Zhang Fan suddenly received instructions from his superiors, and after being absent for a while, he said to Xuan Fengzi: "Daoist Xuan Fengzi, do you have any intention to serve the government?"

When Xuan Fengzi heard this, he immediately replied with a righteous attitude: "Poor Dao is naturally willing to serve the government and serve the dogs and horses. ”

There is no need to choose this at all, it must serve the government.

Various cases in ancient times told Xuan Fengzi that the power of an individual sect could not shake the behemoth of the official government at all.

And now the government not only has all kinds of high-tech weapons, but also has capable people like Zhang Fan!

Moreover, in the past, there was also the experience of relying on the imperial court to carry forward religion, and Xuan Fengzi felt that he could not rely on the glorious lintel of the government.

"Really?"

Zhang Fan was overjoyed and hurriedly asked several times.

This can be said to be the first time he has successfully recruited additional personnel for the government.

In the past, Song Linshuai was always in charge of this kind of work, but now Song Linshuai is in charge of higher things, and this kind of thing falls on Zhang Fan.

Previously, Zhang Fan recruited many martial artists who could only do some three-legged cat kung fu, and now Xuan Fengzi can be said to be the most important person he recruited!

The key point is his identity, the Maoshan faction is in charge!

Xuan Fengzi's allegiance, doesn't it mean that the Maoshan faction will also do its best to cooperate with the government's actions?

With this group of Taoist priests who can subdue demons and eliminate demons, eliminate demons and punish evil spirits, their workload can be greatly reduced!

After all, the main force that is making trouble now is no longer a loose cultivator, but a powerful ghost.

The day after Xuan Fengzi joined the official family, a certain big man took a plane to Longhu Mountain to talk to the contemporary Heavenly Master, but in the end he was disappointed.

I only know that from that day on, Xuan Fengzi's status seems to be much higher.

......

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it's mid-February.

Somewhere in a vacant lot in rural Xiangxi, it was eerie and terrifying, and the ghost fire was shaking.

In the last years of the Qing Dynasty, it was a mass grave after the war.

In this stormy mass grave, the earth suddenly and slowly loosened, and finally a hand suddenly pulled out of the ground!

It was an iron hand, swollen and stiff, and at first glance it felt very uncomfortable.

As the dirt loosened more and more, half of his body was exposed.

One was covered in tatters, barely able to see the word "Yong" written on the chest of his clothes, his face was blue and stiff, his eyes were hollow, and a pair of fangs were exposed.

And with the appearance of this figure, the soil in several other places also loosened, and under the cover of the night and the woods, one after another the figure of the word "Yong" crawled out of the pit with empty expressions.

The fangs reveal their identity.

If there are no accidents, these fourteen are zombies born from the right time, place and people.

The moonlight shone on the bodies of the zombies, and one after another the zombies slowly raised their heads, jumped up and jumped into the distance, and soon disappeared into the night.

The next day, in a rural junior high school in Xiangxi, a history teacher who was over half a hundred years old held a textbook and chattered about extracurricular knowledge.

"When you watch TV dramas, do you often find that the clothes worn by soldiers in the Qing Dynasty have soldiers written on them and brave on them?"

The history teacher picked up the cup, moistened his throat a little, and began to speak: "I'll tell you about the difference between the soldier army and the brave word army. ”

"The soldiers of the word soldier are the standing armed forces of the Qing government, that is, the so-called regular army. ”

The word Yong is the abbreviation of the Township Brave Miscellaneous Soldiers, and their existence was born to further make up for the lack of military strength. ”

"Of course, this is just the initial soldiers. ”

In the last years of the Qing Dynasty, the Hunan army trained by Zeng Guofan was all composed of "brave", but the specifications of the salary that Zeng Guofan gave him were distributed according to the standards of the regular army, and they were systematically trained. With a stable income, the soldiers who fight do not work hard!"

Zeng Guofan selected and trained these stragglers to become the later brave Hunan army, which was also one of the most effective troops in the late Qing Dynasty. ”

After finishing speaking, the history teacher seemed to sigh and said: "Speaking of which, we were also Zeng Guopan's recruiting place at the beginning, and half of our men here joined the Hunan Army and made meritorious contributions..."

Here, there was a war to suppress the Taiping Rebellion, where a thousand-strong Hunan army fought against the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom's nearly 10,000 troops, and finally defeated the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom's peasant army.

Of course, it also suffered heavy losses.

With the history teacher's chattering lectures, time passed quickly, and he could only announce the end of the class, ending the day's working life.

Seeing the sunset, the history teacher, who was over half a hundred years old, was not in a hurry, checked the entire classroom, rode his small electric car, and walked in the direction of his house.

The day is about to pass again, and the history teacher sighs that the years are like flies, and he is gradually twilighting.

Walking in the gods, his electric car slammed into a person!

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. ”

The history teacher hurriedly apologized, and he hurriedly got out of the electric car, intending to pick up the passerby who was knocked down by himself.

But after seeing his makeup, the history teacher was stunned.

The word "brave" was particularly dazzling on his chest.