"Jidan?"

Qingyang was puzzled.

The man in front of him was embarrassed, his clothes were stained, his body was bruised, his expression was languid, and his hair was messy.

On the day of the autumn shooting, he followed Dr. Fei and frequently echoed Minhang, and the complacent Corporal Jidan was like two people.

When Ji Dan saw Qingyang at first glance, he was startled at first, and immediately threw away the axe in his hand, turned around with his head in his hands, and fled in panic.

He said hoarsely: "It's not me, I'm not Jidan!"

Qingyang was even more puzzled, even if he ordered someone to break Ji Sheng's legs, Ji Dan didn't have to be so afraid?

Eyes swept around, hundreds of Ji clan people, lords, scattered around, or desperately cutting down trees, or working hard to level the road.

A group of farmers, shirtless and naked, tried their best to pull a two-person high stone mill.

The stone grinds heavily, rolling forward, flattening the road, and the farmers dare not slow down, desperately pulling the ropes, and large drops of sweat roll down.

"Huh, these people are familiar!"

Qingyang shouted softly, and then thought of the identities of these people.

Behind him, Zhong Bo sneered: "These more than 20 people are the betrayers of the Lord that day, I am afraid that the Ji family will give them more generous treatment!

These betrayers, whether they are Zhong Bo or Lie Muyang, all look at them coldly.

The powerful aura of the two of them, especially Zhong Bo, after being promoted to the fifth rank, added a prestige like a dragon sparrow, which made these farmers feel afraid and hung their heads deeply.

The new owner made a big mistake and suffered with himself.

But the old masters, who appeared in front of them, were also greatly valued by the nobles, and these farmers, so full of remorse in their hearts, almost buried their heads in the soil.

There were a few farmers, thinking that Qingyang was still good at talking, and tried to rush over and beg, but they were swept away by Uncle Zhong, and they were suddenly shocked in their hearts, and their bodies seemed to be solidified, and they didn't dare to move.

Qingyang also ignored it and walked forward.

Immediately, I noticed that dozens of steps away, a fifteen-year-old boy, with a handsome appearance and beautiful costumes, was staring at himself with hatred in his eyes, and his anger was scorching, like fire.

Another young man, who looked like he was twenty years old, grabbed the boy so hard that the two almost got into an argument.

It seems that these two people are Ji Dan's other two sisters-in-law, although their appearance is not as stunning as Ji Sheng, they are also rare beautiful men.

Thinking of this, Qingyang shook his head lightly, with a relatively good appearance, the Ji family has a lot of poor IQ, especially his self-esteem.

"I haven't seen my nephew for many days, but now I'm getting more and more handsome!"

Dr. Cheng was full of smiles, dressed in a dark clothes, and greeted him, making people feel like a spring breeze and looking particularly cordial.

It seems that the monarch attaches great importance to the bone sickle, otherwise Dr. Cheng would never behave like this, let alone expose Su Kuo's matter easily.

Thinking of this, Qingyang also kindly returned the gift.

Chang Yi smiled and said: "Since I left Beilin City, I haven't listened to the teachings of the city lord for many days, and I miss it a lot, but I don't know what happened, I actually bothered the doctor and came in person!"

The young man in front of him, as if he didn't remember Su Kuo, didn't have the slightest color on his face, it was really a little fox, Doctor Cheng muttered in his heart.

In his heart, he was a little grateful to Doctor Fei, if it weren't for the people of the Fei family, who had been targeting the Qing family, he was only afraid of the young man's temperament, and he would never easily accept the kindness of the Cheng family.

The two talked for a few words, and Qingyang asked with a smile: "When I saw Corporal Jidan, he was embarrassed and downcast, and he was knighted, like a prisoner, but I don't know why?"

Cheng Yu swept his gaze into the distance, and said with a cold smile: "Hehe, Ji Dan is self-inflicted, the virtuous nephew doesn't have to pay attention to it, come with me quickly!"

Doctor Cheng became more and more kind, he took Qingyang's right hand, walked forward quickly, and said softly:

"Virtuous nephew, you don't know that the Ji clan has no law from the king, what kind of crime has you committed against your Qing clan?

In particular, Najidan was so bold that he collapsed mountains and rocks, blocked the cold stream, and even flooded the salt and cut off the way for the Qing clan to go out.

Fortunately, there was Master Zuo, who was personally present for the autumn harvest of the bone sickle, and was furious when he learned of this, and forced the Ji clan to open up a new road in the mountains and forests.

Zuo Shigong is in front, he is high and powerful, the monarch is still respectful, and the virtuous nephew will see you later, and he must answer cautiously, and he must not be rude in words and deeds.

However, he is an old man, although his temper is hot, he seems to value the Qing clan very much, and this monarch's reward was also promulgated by him personally, so I congratulated him in advance!"

"Thank you Dr. Zhong for mentioning it, it turns out that the salt and water are actually done by Ji Dan!"

Qingyang was slightly stunned, he had always thought that this matter was done by the Red Ghost Department, and even the Ghost Witch Department, and Ji Dan would be severely punished afterwards.

As for the monarch's reward, as expected, Qingyang was not worried.

On the contrary, he was full of curiosity about this Zuo Shigong.

Turning his head to look at Uncle Zhong, he saw him nodding slightly, which was obviously not a bad thing.

A brand-new road, about two zhang wide, winds through the mountains and forests, passes through hundreds of zhang, bypasses a detour, and the eyes are cheerful.

This is a grassland, surrounded by mountains and forests on three sides, one side is only a hundred zhang away from the water, the mountains are surrounded by water, and there is a unique style.

Hundreds of zhang away, on the shore of Yanze water, the grass is dense, and hundreds of giant horses are gnawing on young leaves and green grass.

In the middle of the meadow, there are more than ten huge carriages, hundreds of soldiers and sanitation, a seventy-year-old man, a big horse golden knife, sitting on the main seat, and a middle-aged scribe, sitting aside.

The moment he walked through the woods, Qingyang noticed the old man at first glance.

This seemingly ordinary, but extraordinary old man, also saw Qingyang, a pair of eyes, blazing.

A hundred zhang away, Qingyang could feel that the old man's sharp eyes were like two sharp knives, piercing people's hearts.

Qingyang's heart was open, naturally fearless, looking directly at the old man, and his face did not change.

Moving forward to a distance of 100 zhang, Chengtong bowed his head and walked forward, and Qingyang walked according to the etiquette.

After Dr. Cheng finished saluting, Qingyang also stepped forward slowly, and arched his hand and said: "Xing Hou vassal, Qing family master, sergeant knight, boy Qingyang, meet Master Zuo!"

There was a very unexpected silence, but the old man did not react.

Cheng Yu was slightly surprised, and subconsciously wanted to speak, but was stopped by the middle-aged scribe waving his hand.

The old man's face was expressionless, his eyes were like electricity, he looked up and down, looking at Qingyang, as if he wanted to see through and see through his whole person.

Qingyang stood with his hands folded, smiling, and looking directly at the old man.

He had a good first impression of Zuo Shigong Candle Dragon, such a high lord, without any expensive clothes on his body, he was really a simple person.

The spirit induction, and no malice was found, the eyes of the candle dragon had a sense of vicissitudes, and under the powerful aura, there was a faint sense of exhaustion.

One old and one young, glancing at each other, silent.

The atmosphere was very awkward, and the air in the stadium seemed to be condensed, forcing people to breathe.

Hundreds of soldiers of the left division, without any sound, released a powerful aura, hundreds of zhang away, the people of the Ji clan were frightened.

Qingyang didn't realize it, he still looked at the candle dragon with interest, and the long-rumored elite of the left division, more than half of the soldiers were martial arts cultivators of the Jiupin Strength Realm, and they really lived up to their reputation.

In the face of the soldiers of the left division, this kind of silent show of martial arts, Zhong Bo and Lie Muyang did not show weakness, but let the middle-aged scribe next to him be slightly surprised.

Qingyang clearly noticed that the pupils of the candle dragon's eyes moved slightly.

However, Lian Po was young after all, and he was about to retreat two steps in the face of the aura of the city guards, but when he saw that Qingyang and the others did not move at all, his face turned red, and he puffed up his chest, pretending to be mighty.

Cheng Yu lowered his eyebrows and looked at the candle dragon secretly, could it be that he guessed wrong?