"Sir. The moment Qi Ling saw Du Lengqiu, she hurriedly put down the wine jar. Her face was flushed, but the black skin covered everything, if it weren't for the white skin of her neck, she could still get a clue, but I was afraid that Du Lengqiu wouldn't be able to find out.

Du Lengqiu was very pleased, looking at Qi Ling's appearance, he was obviously not affected by the Killing Demon Sword. That was the only purpose of his trip to the city of surrender.

"I'm going back to the Central Plains soon, do you have anything to say to Ash?"

At this time, Qi Ling, who was at a loss, finally stopped being so nervous, she calmed down, "Tell my father that I'm fine." Tell Ash to become a man who stands up to the sky and the earth early. ”

Du Lengqiu nodded, "Take care!" After speaking, he turned around and was about to leave. Qi Ling shouted, "Sir!"

"What?" Du Lengqiu was a little puzzled

"Is this going to be gone, sir?"

"Of course!"

Qi Ling bit her lip, hesitated, and said, "I heard that the Duke of Qi is celebrating his birthday at home, and he has set up a flowing water table for others to eat and drink. We're going to join in the fun. Let's go with you, sir!"

Looking at the hope in Qi Ling's eyes, although Du Lengqiu had no interest in these banquets, when he thought of saying goodbye here, he was afraid that there would be no time to see each other again, so he couldn't help but feel soft in his heart, and grinned: "Okay!"

Qi Ling's eyes narrowed, as if they were shining, she patted a companion who was snickering next to her, and shouted, "Xiao Liang, you take Mr. to the mansion together, and I will come soon." With that, she trotted away.

Xiao Liang is also a young man, thin and thin, without iron armor, just wearing a leather armor and a heart guard. His eyes kept rolling, giving people the impression of being unreliable, but his temperament was a bit like Qi San.

"This gentleman, what is the relationship between you and Xiao Ling? Looking at her appearance, I respect you very much!" Xiao Liang was not in a hurry to lead the way, but inquired about Du Lengqiu's old background.

Du Lengqiu showed a teasing smile, "Her swordsmanship was passed on by me. ”

Xiao Liang gasped and took two steps back without a trace, with a little fear in his expression. They carried out the task together, and naturally knew that Qi Ling's swordsmanship was fierce and terrifying, and it didn't look like a serious swordsmanship.

Therefore, Du Lengqiu, a seemingly kind person, is actually a big devil who kills people without calculation. Xiao Liang hurriedly showed a flattering smile, "Senior, my name is Wei Liang, and I am originally from Hedong. Your old man, please!"

Looking at age, Wei Liang and Du Lengqiu are the same age, about eighteen or nineteen years old. Of course, in Datang, at the age of eighteen or nineteen, I am afraid that he has already become a father.

Wei Liang led the way, and Du Lengqiu and the other three chatted. They are all young people, or young people who have drunk a lot of wine, and after a little chat, the ancestors of several people for eight generations have explained clearly.

Qi Ling's ten-person team, including five young people and five middle-aged people, the captain of which is also middle-aged. Because of the age difference, they can't talk to each other. Drinking, naturally, will not be together.

The other three are named Wei Xuanming, Ding Qi, and Zhou Ran, among which Wei Xuanming and Wei Liang are still cousins. It's just that Wei Xuanming's physique is five big and three thick, and his height is at least one meter nine or more.

The Imperial Alliance treats recruits extremely roughly, and there is no so-called training and adaptation at all. All soldiers are directly trained in equestrian training for about 10 days after enlistment, and whether they pass or fail to do so, they are immediately awarded battle flags to participate in patrols after 10 days.

Spear training, knife training, archery training, etc., all do not exist.

Naturally, this would cause a large number of initial casualties, but this was forcing everyone to participate in the cultivation of the martial arts hall. The purpose of the Imperial Heavenly Alliance is very simple, that is, to cultivate martial arts for all people. Only in this way can they select a large number of high-quality talents from among them, and only then will they have enough strength to recover their homeland and redefine the country.

Qi Ling's team conducted twelve patrols and three city wall battles. Of the original ten team members, three died, and three were added.

The cruelty of the blood tax is truly staggering. You must know that Qi Ling and they have only been in Northern Xinjiang for two months. The casualty rate has already reached 30 percent. And a person, from being conceived in October to growing up, it takes more than ten years to cultivate martial arts. If the pattern of northern Xinjiang continues to deteriorate, hey, the consequences are unimaginable.

Because the threat of death was so imminent, most of the sergeants needed to use alcohol to vent their stress.

After walking for about an hour, they rushed to the Qi State Mansion. If it was before the catastrophe, the Guogong Mansion was the top wealthy family of the Tang Dynasty, Zhong Ming Ding food, silk and satin, and a group of slaves were just basic operations. Nowadays, however, it is very different, to use a common saying.

My lord, times have changed.

The Mansion of the Kingdom of Qi, in Dongcheng District, close to the palace city, away from the city wall full of murderous atmosphere, is a good location. Outside the gate of the public mansion, dozens of tables were full, accounting for more than two-thirds of the road. Some of the old-ragged and tattered settled in their chairs and made quail shapes. There were also a large number of beggars who were not allowed to serve the table, but could only crouch beside them, waiting with their eyes blank, waiting in the wind.

At the entrance of the mansion, two stone-carved tigers squatted on the high post, one paw pressed the round stone ball, and they were cute and cute. The gate is vermilion, and the copper nails are shining.

A bearded, belly-length butler with a small blue hat greeted the guest at the door, and beside him stood a row of respectful young servants.

Seeing Du Lengqiu and the others dressed as soldiers, the housekeeper was expressionless, and randomly assigned a servant to take them to the courtyard. Compared with the simple tables and chairs on the road, the interior of the mansion is much quieter, and the tables, chairs, bowls and chopsticks are also much more exquisite.

In the hustle and bustle of people coming and going, the housekeeper's expressionless face was a little sad, and he said in his heart: "If it is in Chang'an, my country's government is full of talking and laughing about the powerful, and there is no vain exchange." But now, the lowly cats and dogs are all on the table, which is really morally degenerate. Suddenly, he was in a state of refreshment, and at last someone arrived in a luxurious carriage.

When the carriage arrived at the door, the servant who followed it immediately knelt down and served as a bench. The curtain of the purple tassel was lifted, and a middle-aged man with Fu Fan stepped out.

Dressed in a purple flower robe and a gold belt around his waist, he stepped out of the carriage, flicked his fingers lightly, looked at the shabby dilapidated houses and beggars on both sides of the gate, sneered, and said, "Qin Ye is really getting more and more unruly!"

The housekeeper smiled and bowed, and his attitude was eager to lie on the ground and add the other party's shoes, "Welcome King Zheng!"

"That's it, Qin Ye is only fifty, what kind of birthday banquet is he going to have?

"Where, it's just that the third young master has advanced to the secret realm of supernatural powers, and he has already reached the Nine Heavenly Que, this double happiness is coming, and my grandfather is thinking about celebrating it!"

King Zheng's face changed slightly, and he said, "That's worth celebrating." As he spoke, he stepped inside. Someone behind him presented the gift list.

At the table of the Eight Immortals, there were only five people sitting Du Lengqiu listened to Wei Liang's high-minded talk and told interesting stories about Hedong one by one. Wei Liang's eloquence is good, and some small things are also eloquent, and several people at the adjacent table are also attracted to listen.

A moment later, Qi Ling rushed over, panting slightly. She handed Du Lengqiu a black package, and said with a little embarrassment: "Sir, by the way, give this to Xiaozhi." "Listening to the crisp sound of ding ding dong, it is obviously a porcelain bottle containing the elixir.

Wei Liang and the others looked at each other, and only then did they understand why Qi Ling had made meritorious deeds in the past but never bought better swords or magic weapons.

Du Lengqiu took it casually, and saved it between his backhands. Wei Liang was stunned for a moment, understanding that this was a storage artifact, and he became even more attentive. During the conversation, Du Lengqiu learned that they would soon participate in the liquidation of the demons outside the Saiwai. This is the last time of the year. After the beginning of winter, it was too bitter cold to use soldiers.

All the soldiers in the surrendered city are elite. Those rookies and those with inferior martial arts were quickly eliminated in the initial battle, which made the army fighting out of the fortress have extremely high combat effectiveness, mobility and sustained combat ability. And these three points are the confidence of the army to take the initiative.

It was getting late, and a few old men who came later came over, led by the servants. There was obvious aggrieved and resentment on their faces, but they did not resist. Two of them sat in the spare seats at Du Lengqiu's table, just between Du Lengqiu and Qi Ling.

It can be seen that the two of them have no kung fu at all, and they should be ordinary people. The two of them had gray hair and beards, their clothes were even more old, and their faces were slightly blue, probably because they were not warm enough to wear robes on cold days.

"We did not expect that we should be humiliated today. ”

"Bear with me. ”

"Alas!" the two sighed at each other.

Soon, the dishes were served like flowing water, and the two old men immediately felt refreshed, and one of them looked at the largest plate in the middle of the table, and said with a suspicious face: "This dish is like a five-life plate, but this is too fake." As he spoke, the man took a piece of chopsticks and chewed it slowly.

Suddenly, he burst into tears and chewed and swallowed.

"Poor and pitiful. Back then, I was tired of eating Wusheng plate. Now when I taste it again, it has become a pork raw plate. "Du Lengqiu has read a lot of cheats, but he doesn't know anything about Wushengpan.

Among the few people who sat down again, Qi Ling, Wei Liang and the others were all from ordinary backgrounds, looking at the appearance of this old man, they didn't know what was going on at all, and they couldn't help but be stunned.

Another old man also tasted it, chewed it carefully and swallowed it before saying disdainfully: "Wusheng plate should be made of sheep, pig, cow, bear, deer five kinds of fresh meat, finely chopped seasoning, seasoned with beans, and then accompanied by sour plum, lychee, pear meat, now this pure pork with crispy pears, is really obscene, obscene." ”

While complaining, the two quickly clamped it, and in a blink of an eye, a plate of meat actually went down. Qi Ling, Wei Liang and others were angry and funny, and they raised their chopsticks one after another and joined the army of grabbing vegetables.

After a while, a servant came with a jar of wine. The wine jar is not large, light gray, sealed with red cloth, one jar per table, and never too much.

Du Lengqiu doesn't eat vegetables or drink, which is very eye-catching, but he doesn't care about the inquiring eyes around him, his gaze is lowered, and he meditates in contemplation.

Qi Ling was very uneasy, she had good intentions for dragging Du Lengqiu here, but now it has become a bad thing. She thought for a moment, then whispered, "Sir, let's go first." She forcibly looked at the Eight Immortals Table and looked at Du Lengqiu.

Just as Du Lengqiu was about to answer, there was a bang, accompanied by a scream, and two vermilion gates spun and flew out, smashing over the Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea Shadow Wall and falling apart.

Du Lengqiu, Qi Ling and the others all turned their eyes, but the two foodie old men were still eating nonsense, and one of them actually had time to speak. Although his cheeks were bulging, it was rare to stop speaking

"Who is the Yasi people, no manners?"