Located in the northeast of Yuyao County, Chen Mountain, which is the place where Yan Guang, a famous scholar in Yuyao, lived in seclusion and was buried in the Han Dynasty. During the Song Dynasty, Shi Hao of Ningbo Prefecture knew about the affairs of Shaoxing Prefecture, and ordered Cai Xian to build a guest star nunnery under the tomb of Yan Guang, and set up Yan Zi and the mausoleum road.

In the afternoon, Zheng Siming and Wang Heyao arrived halfway up the mountain, Wang Heyao was fine, Zheng Siming was already sweating profusely and panting.

"Boss, why do you want to take the trail?"

Wang Heyao's forehead was sweating, but his breathing was steady.

These days, he has been able to eat and drink, his body has recovered a lot, and his body shape has developed horizontally and vertically, and he is no longer a body of ribs, but when it comes to six-pack abs and a body of tendon meat, it is too early.

However, his amazing strength made him overjoyed. After all, in this era, a point of courage is an extra point of self-protection.

"I didn't expect Kexing'an to become like this!"

Zheng Siming stopped, looked at the ruins of a broken wall halfway up the mountain, and shook his head, out of breath.

"Who told you to take the path! There is no shortcut to one step at a time in life! ”

Wang Heyao teased Zheng Siming.

"You think I'm willing? The county government has a Chenshan Inspection Division here, and the only way to avoid them is to take the trail! ”

Wang Heyao, this kid, walked the mountain road easier than him, no wonder he couldn't beat him.

"I see!"

Wang Heyao shook his head and muttered secretly.

Zheng Siming asked himself to come here, not to secretly pay homage to the sages.

Chen Shan Inspection Division, the people should also check when they go up the mountain, if they are the children of high-ranking officials and nobles and banner people, I don't know if they are full of smiles and carry over puddles on their backs.

"Regardless of the lord of ten thousand vehicles, he did not yield to the marquis of thousands of households, his hands were clear and hundreds of goldfish, and his body was covered by a sheep. Yan Ziling is indifferent to fame and fortune, and is well known to the world. Unexpectedly, his mausoleum was a fox trail rabbit den, overgrown with weeds. ”

Facing the fox cave and dog hole, Zheng Siming seemed a little sad.

"Boss, look away. The war is raging, and there is not enough to eat, who can take care of these leisure and leisure? ”

Wang Heyao persuaded Zheng Siming, speaking seriously.

In an eventful autumn, the land of China is turbulent, the mountains and rivers are devastated, and hunger is everywhere, so there is no need to talk about these things outside the body.

"In the future, when you and my brother recover the Han family, the heroes and martyrs of your Zheng family will enter the Xianliang Temple for future generations to pay respects."

Wang Heyao's bold words made Zheng Siming's eyes light up.

Boss, you're too easily incited, aren't you?

"If there really is such a day, I, an unworthy descendant, can also die without regrets!"

Zheng Siming was sentimental, it turned out that reviving the family business has always been one of his wishes.

Wang Heyao smiled awkwardly and patted Zheng Siming on the shoulder.

"Boss, there must be a day! When you and my brother come here again one day, they will be glorious and honorable, and you will be the emperor! ”

Not everyone is like Zheng Siming, carrying so many things on their shoulders, the country hates family hatred, and they have been moving forward with a heavy load.

"Glory to the ancestors, you are the king!"

Zheng Siming laughed. This "Wang Lao Wu", it seems that nothing in the world can stump him.

Wang Heyao took a few steps forward, stepped through the weeds and thorns in front of the tomb, and a stone tablet was exposed. Wipe it with your sleeves, and the big characters "Han Zhengshiyan Cemetery" on it come into view.

It seems that this is Yan Guang's cemetery.

"I heard from the old people that there is a Gao Feng Pavilion in front of Yan Ziling's tomb, and I don't know if it's still there. In the Song Dynasty, Shi Hao built the Gaojie Academy on the top of Chenshan Mountain, which was later gone. ”

Zheng Siming sat on the ground, looked left and right, and introduced it casually.

Wang Heyao nodded, looked left and right, and smiled slightly.

"Boss, you called me to this Yanzi mausoleum, didn't you come to see the sunset and pay homage to the sages?"

When he came in the morning, Wang Heyao muttered in his heart. Zheng Siming put aside Sun Jiachun, Zhao Guohao and others, didn't even bring his sister, and brought himself out alone, not just to see the beautiful sunset.

It's too romantic, isn't it?

He doesn't have that hobby. Even if Zheng Siming wanted to, he would flatly refuse and would not sell his soul and body.

"Old Five, are you really not going to study anymore?"

Zheng Siming did not answer Wang Heyao's words directly, but asked him.

"Born in troubled times, useless is a scholar. Reading is useless, and of course I don't plan to read it anymore. ”

Wang Heyao sat down next to Zheng Siming.

The world is in chaos, and he still reads a book!

"Old Five, do you have any plans?"

Zheng Siming looked at the sunset and asked softly.

"I haven't thought about it yet. I'll have to figure it out. ”

Wang Heyao replied truthfully. Whether to join the army or not, he has not yet officially decided.

Zheng Siming nodded, looking at Wang Heyao with blazing eyes.

"Old Five, can you guess why I took you out?"

Wang Heyao was stunned for a moment, his brain was running quickly, and his inspiration flashed.

"Boss, could it be said that it has something to do with the son of Gao County Ling?"

Zheng Siming looked at Wang Heyao in surprise, and then nodded.

"You guessed it right, it does have something to do with Gao Jiaqin."

He stood up, patted his buttocks, looked left and right, and muttered to himself.

"This person should be here!"

Wang Heyao then stood up and patted his clothes.

It seems that there are other guests today.

By this time, he had already guessed seven or eight points.

"Siming, you guys arrived first!"

Sure enough, before Zheng Siming's words fell, a rough-clothed man in his thirties walked out of the bushes, with a Chinese face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, a majestic and tall figure, a kind smile, and a beard that was eye-catching.

Zheng Siming is not low, standing in front of these two masters, he is half a head shorter. Look at this head, at least it is in the early nines of one meter.

"The second is in charge!"

Zheng Siming greeted him, his eyes full of enthusiasm.

It seemed that he and the bearded man were old acquaintances.

Second, in charge?

Wang Heyao muttered to himself. This thick man should be the hero of Dalan Mountain.

"You are Wang Heyao?"

The mighty and majestic second master stepped forward, patted Zheng Siming's shoulder, and faced Wang Heyao, the smile disappeared, his thick black eyebrows twisted, and there was a trace of suspicion in his eyes.

"In Xia Wang and Yao, I have seen the second master!"

Wang Heyao's eyes swept over the bulging pouch on the waist of the second master, and the arms as thick as a small tree, bowed his hands and fists, neither humble nor arrogant.

The Chen Shan Inspection Division is at the foot of the mountain, and the second leader asks him to meet here, which is too bold.

With this door-like body and tendon flesh all over his body, it's a pity not to play in the NBA.

"Just you, kill Lao Wang and his three men?"

On the black face of the second master, the look of suspicion was even stronger.

is just such a young man, with an average physique, and a little white face, he can also deal with a macho man like Lao Wang?

Not to mention, to one-to-four too.

Wang Heyao looked at Zheng Siming and understood in his heart.

It seems that what his parents said is right, Zheng Siming and the bandits in Siming Mountain really have something to do with each other.

"It's easy, it's just a fluke, and the second master doesn't have to be taken seriously."

Wang Heyao muttered in his heart, his mouth modest.

"I don't know if the second master called me, what's the matter?"

If Gao Jiaqin's son was robbed by the second boss and others, the attack on the Dalanshan Inspection Department must have been done by the second boss and others, and the matter was not so coincidental.

"Easy?"

The second master laughed dumbly, waved his arms suddenly, and with a big fist at the mouth of the bowl, he went straight to Wang He Yaomian door.

"It's nothing, I just want to meet you and pull you in!"

Suddenly, Wang Heyao was taken aback, subconsciously leaned to the side, grabbed the thick arm of the second master, and put his back against his armpit, about to have a back fall.

He couldn't try this trick, especially now that he has great strength, he is even more eager to try.

The second master was also surprised, he didn't expect Wang Heyao to react so quickly and want to counter him. He put his other hand on Wang Heyao's waist, and Wang Heyao couldn't drag the second master at all.

"I'll go!"

Wang Heyao immediately changed his moves, swept his legs, and used his strength to knock the second master who was caught off guard to the ground.

Wang Heyao was still hesitating to go up and continue the attack, and a carp in the second leader had already stood up.

"Two masters!"

Zheng Siming was ignorant, and quickly shouted.

"It's okay, just try Brother Wang's skills!"

The second master smiled heartily and patted the dust on his clothes.

"Brother Wang, sure enough, there are two hits!"

Wang Heyao's leg bones were numb and aching.

The other party's divine power is amazing, and he can't drag the other party with his own strength, and his arms are thick. Hard as steel. If it's a real fight, you're definitely not the opponent's opponent.

He felt that he had enough strength, but he was still slightly inferior, and if he had a bayonet, it might be different.

Fighting with bayonets face to face, he is not afraid of anyone, this is not about technology, but the courage to lose both.

However, the combat power of the ancients was indeed greatly beyond his expectations.