It's night.

The oval moon resembles a pot-bellied middle-aged woman, lazily lying in the sky, reluctantly exuding a cold color.

The feather-like fine snow is like an eternal scenery in the wasteland, like a painter who does not understand elegance hidden in the sky, tirelessly adding silver desolation to the heaven and earth, until the world is in ruins, and only a vast sigh remains.

In the distance, everything is silent, the black sky, the white snow, and the silver moon are distinct.

In front of the canyon, the deputy general Lao Li arranged manpower to rub at the mouth of the valley from time to time to listen to the movements of the barbarians. At the same time, he obeyed Zheng Haoran's instructions to let the brothers eat a full meal and meet tomorrow's tough battle.

In the temporary barracks, a pot is erected, the snow water is boiled, the frozen meat is cooked, some pepper star anise, some longan jujube foam is added, two bay leaves are floating, the meat is fragrant, and the barracks are in full swing.

In the barracks where Zheng Haoran was, General Zheng's hearty laughter came out unscrupulously, attracting the eyes of the soldiers who were feasting on it, secretly saying that General Zheng's morale was high tonight, and he must be confident in the tough battle of tomorrow, and he couldn't help but have a little more confidence in tomorrow - these are all brought by Zheng Haoran's dominance, they have blind worship of Zheng Haoran, as long as Zheng Haoran is there, this team will not lose.

General Zheng said that he would lead the whole army, return home, and return triumphantly.

Lao Li passed by General Zheng's military tent several times.

Sneaking up on what to hear.

But I couldn't hear clearly.

Lao Li only knows one thing.

It's been a long time since General Zheng has smiled so happily and heartily.

"That kid is really a relative of General Zheng!"

Old Li Tou muttered in his heart.

How can people look so similar?

Lao Li understood.

Every family has a scripture that is difficult to read.

General Zheng's father must have been a romantic and suave back then, leaving behind all kinds of debts.

No, I'm here to find General Zheng to repay his debts and recognize his relatives.

Lao Li Tou made up for the various stories of Zheng's family by himself, shook his head and walked away.

After a long time, there was only a long sigh: "Evil." ”

……

"What's that? You son of a son of a man who has gone to business? Darn! What? Are you the richest man? The richest kind? How rich? ”

"Humph! And what about the richest man! has no power or power, and when you meet someone who really wants to move you, an official document is enough to make everything worthless! Yes? Are you a prince? ”

"What prince?"

"A prince with a different surname?"

"I ...... Go! ”

"Twenty years later, the only king with a different surname in the Great Qian?"

"Hahaha! Good! Good! Good! ”

"Worthy of my son!"

"Good! All right! I really want to see the look of the civil and military officials when they face you! ”

"My son of the Zheng family, under one person, above ten thousand!"

The Zheng family has been in the army for generations and has a fine tradition. Zheng Haoran was a little disdainful when he heard that Zheng Xiu's good general would not be a good general, and he would go to business, and he wanted to beat Zheng Xiu, an unfilial son.

But when Zheng Xiu told the story of his self-made business, and ascended to the throne of the Red King step by step.

Zheng Haoran was relieved, his clenched fists were released, and he couldn't help but let out bursts of applause.

It's really fragrant.

Filial piety.

When Feng Bei and the monk called their father to Zheng Xiu to tell their story, they didn't say a word and sat upright the whole time, not daring to talk and move. But they glanced at Zheng Xiu from time to time with worried eyes, the three of them mistakenly broke into the ghost and acted cautiously all the way, and now Zheng Xiu boldly told Zheng Haoran about the "future", isn't he afraid of any unpredictable changes.

Under the long sleeves, the palms of Fengbei and the monk were drenched with sweat, for fear that the moment when history and the future intertwined, they would be erased.

But when Feng Bei saw the childlike pure and immaculate smile on Zheng Xiu's face and the excitement of the red ears at the root of his ears, Feng Bei understood Zheng Xiu's thoughts in an instant.

The Red King, who is above tens of thousands of people under one person, is praised and respectful all over the world, not as good as a word of praise from his father.

Zheng Xiu just wanted to tell Zheng Haoran in person that twenty years later, he was alive and well.

Zheng Haoran laughed heartily.

Smiling and smiling, Zheng Haoran stood up, and his burly figure stood in front of Zheng Xiu, like a giant tower.

He touched Zheng Xiu's head and said with relief: "It turns out that I am dead." ”

In Zheng Haoran's words, there was no regret, or fear and anxiety about facing death. His natural tone was like calmly saying a sparse and ordinary fact, not his "death".

Zheng Xiu wanted to say something, Zheng Haoran waved his hand: "I promised my brothers to take them back alive." But I will not survive, and my brothers will not abandon me...... We will die here, and we will all be destroyed. Hehe, in the end, I still couldn't get them back home. ”

Zheng Haoran was also so free and easy to accept his "death", and he raised his fist at Zheng Xiu.

"Over the years, I've suffered you."

A simple sentence instantly made Zheng Xiu's nose sour, and he raised his head and punched Zheng Haoran.

That feeling, it's like he has waited for many years, looked back a hundred times, and worshiped a thousand times in front of Zheng Haoran's tombstone, just for this day, standing in front of Zheng Haoran, holding his head high, proudly saying his achievements with hard work, waiting for his father to say this.

Not admiration, not praise, not praise, not compliment, not compliment. He had heard too much of this.

It's a sentence "I'm sorry for you".

Others will only see Zheng Xiu's current scenery, Zheng Xiu's glamorous and beautiful, Zheng Xiu's current status is transcendent, and Zheng Xiu's thaumaturgy is unparalleled. Only the father can read the pain from his son's boasting full of pride.

Bang.

This punch was light and fluttering to the touch, and it didn't seem to have any weight. But in this fist, it was an orphan whose parents died when he was a child, going back to 20 years ago, coquettish to his father, explaining the bitterness of these years, and the vague and accumulated thoughts for more than 20 years.

"No!"

What follows is Zheng Xiu's true intention.

"Dad, you're wrong!"

Zheng Xiu rubbed the corners of his eyes, cleaned up his mood, and said in a deep voice: "The reason why I tell you this is that we have 'returned' here from twenty years to complete one thing!" ”

"In order to make your 'fake death' after twenty years really become a 'fact'!"

"More than 20 years later, the whole world thought you were dead, but no one thought that you would be incognito and alive forever. I didn't understand everything until you appeared in front of me! ”

"Traveling through time and space by chance, and coming back here is just to make you ...... 'fake death'!"

"You don't think we're back purely to visit our family, do you?"

"Of course, it's also to let you meet my daughter-in-law."

"But the real purpose of our return is to accomplish this."

"If we don't come back, your 'fake death' can't be realized, and you won't be in front of me in more than twenty years."

When Fengbei and the monk heard this, they immediately lowered their heads.

Silent.

The moment they opened their mouths, they understood Zheng Xiu's plan like a clear heart.

No wonder Zheng Xiu boldly told Zheng Haoran about the future.

It turned out to be a foreshadowing for this matter.

Thinking about it carefully, the whole world really thinks that Zheng Haoran is dead.

Even his own son thinks so.

If everything they do today can indeed affect the reality of the future, then if Zheng Xiu wants to save Zheng Haoran, the most important thing is to make Zheng Haoran indeed "dead", but still "alive".

This is a paradox.

But Zheng Xiu's purpose is to make this paradox come true.

Zheng Xiu thought about it carefully, and it was impossible to bypass Zheng Haoran in order to complete this matter itself. Now that Zheng Haoran found out that he was his son, he pushed along the way, continued the showdown while being showdowned, and told everything "truthfully".

As long as Zheng Haoran takes the initiative to cooperate, then Zheng Xiu is seventy percent sure that the matter of "Zheng Haoran's fake death" can be done!

Really travel back in time, who doesn't want to save their own father.

He was just a child.

He not only wants to contribute to the fact that "Zheng Haoran died", but also wants to hide it from the world and let Zheng Haoran survive secretly.

In this way, it will not affect the history he knows, and after returning to reality, Zheng Haoran will appear at the established point in time and "fake death and be reborn".

No problem with the plan.

Theory is no problem.

Zheng Xiu has experienced and has experience.

It's up to you to create opportunities.

"Dad, you have to listen to me about this, I can't tell you too many details about this matter, I'm afraid it will change. But when it comes to the critical moment, you have to listen to me. ”

Zheng Xiu grabbed Zheng Haoran's shoulders and hid in the corner muttering.

From the back, this looks like a father and son, clearly like a pair of brothers who are plotting big things.

Feng Bei couldn't cry or laugh when he saw this.

"Can it really be done?"

Zheng Haoran squinted his eyes and looked suspicious.

"Your son is the prince! How can you imagine the prince's methods? ”

Zheng Xiu was determined.

"Okay."

Zheng Haoran nodded, touched his chin and agreed.

"Daddy,"

"Huh?"

"You don't want to call grandpa to a coldly clothed mound in the future, right?"

"Get out! Son! Speak wildly! ”

Zheng Haoran scolded with a smile and slapped Zheng Xiu away.

Before parting.

Zheng Xiu was about to leave the military tent, and suddenly remembered something.

The words were all said, and by the way, I asked for some information that Zheng Xiu couldn't find out after twenty years.

"Dad, do you know Wang Cangyun?"

"The commander of the guards with swords in front of the emperor, Wang Cangyun? Do you know him? ”

I didn't expect Zheng Haoran to really know.

After a simple question, Zheng Xiu learned what kind of position the commander of the guards with a sword in front of the emperor was. The emperor is suspicious, and those who follow the emperor must take off their weapons and armor before they can face the saint. What should the emperor's safety do at this time? This is the position of "Imperial Guards with Knives", and the guards with knives in front of the Emperor's cronies are all cronies of the emperor's cronies, family background, origin, character, three generations, nine clans, and martial arts, after strict screening.

In the end, Zheng Haoran seriously commented: "The knife technique is perfect, I am not as good as him." ”

Hiss! didn't expect Zheng Haoran to give Wang Cangyun such an evaluation, no wonder Wang Cangyun fled the imperial city with Wei Chen back then, and he had real skills. It can be called a mortal body, comparable to an alien.

When Zheng Haoran learned that Zheng Xiu had learned his famous stunt "Eighteen Slashes of the Coiling Dragon" from Wang Cangyun by chance, he became addicted and had to practice with Zheng Xiu.

The father and son walked to the clearing, each holding a long knife. It soon attracted onlookers from the soldiers.

This is not a life-and-death fight, the father and son practice purely, Zheng Xiu did not use any innate alien skills, simply wielded the knife, there is a bit of a sense of advice, from the first move to the eighteenth move.

"Exquisite!"

Zheng Haoran's eyes were shining, he was not good at long knives, but as the so-called changes do not deviate from his roots, plus Zheng Xiu deliberately slowed down the speed and discipline, the knife was out in an orderly manner, and after a set of fights, Zheng Haoran resisted the knife, the knife technique turned, and the knife light was divided into two, and it was divided into upper and lower.

Zheng Xiu was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly blocked it, this was actually "Shuanglong taking water".

"Come again!"

Zheng Haoran's knife technique was a little jerky at first, but then it became faster and smoother. In the blink of an eye, Zheng Haoran slashed the eighteen slashes of the coiled dragon in one breath.

"Good!"

"General Zheng is mighty!"

"Good!"

Those who understood looked stunned and contemplative, and those who couldn't understand applauded and applauded warmly.

"Outrageous!"

Zheng Xiu's heart is outrageous, he was in Baili Village back then, but how many times did he die before he stole to learn [Panlong Eighteen Slashes], and it was still the first stage. And Zheng Haoran only watched it once, and he actually played it well, faintly to the level of "entering the house".

It is worthy of my father, Zheng Xiu sighed in his heart, and shouted in his mouth: "Be careful!" Next is the nineteenth knife I deduced and created! ”

After that, Zheng Xiu, who still had a bit of a taste of play in front of him, suddenly had a solemn face, his hair was tied up, his long hair was fluttering, his momentum was rising, and he stood there with one person and one knife, like a killing god, not angry and arrogant.

"Spread out!"

Zheng Haoran gave an order, and the soldiers who watched the excitement stepped back one after another, giving up a large open space.

"Sacrifice yourself to slay the dragon!"

Zheng Xiu's eyes were bloodshot, and he was as angry as King Kong. This is still the nineteenth knife he has slashed under normal conditions, without any [projection] bonus. There was the most powerful knife hidden in a brilliant sword light, slashing towards Zheng Haoran.

Zheng Haoran raised his knife to block, swinging one after another, with a bang, the long knife shattered in response, he flashed the rest of the knife sideways, a fierce wind blew, Zheng Haoran looked back, and the mountain wall next to the canyon left a bottomless sharp crack.

The blade was shattered into many splinters, but Zheng Haoran laughed, stepped forward and bumped fists with Zheng Xiu: "Not bad!" Worthy of ...... Ahem, the best recruits of this year! ”

He originally wanted to boast that he was worthy of being my son, but in front of everyone's eyes, Zheng Haoran immediately changed his words.

This time, Zheng Haoran was finally happy and completed the daily task of daily exercise. He waved his hand to look at the lively crowd, and when he picked up the handle of the broken blade, his movements froze, and he suddenly remembered something, and with one move, the other war knife that was randomly horizontal on the ground came out of its sheath with a bang, and was taken into his hand under the power of the alien who "dominated".

Zheng Xiu finally saw that under the [General] door, the influence of "domination" is not only people, weapons, and mounts, but they can all be subject to Zheng Haoran's "domination and command" to a certain extent, and he is worthy of being a natural general.

"Dad, what are you thinking?"

Zheng Xiu saw that Zheng Haoran's expression was wrong, and stepped forward to ask in a low voice.

"I always felt ...... With Wang Cangyun's straightforward temperament, it is a bit strange to create such a bells and whistles knife technique. ”

Zheng Haoran closed his eyes and waved his sword casually, as if muttering to himself, and said something: "He is that person, I have seen it, if it were him, the knife technique he pursued should be more concise." ”

"Your nineteenth knife is very good, you can integrate the eighteen moves and turn it into one knife."

"It's not enough, Panlong, Panlong......"

"Coiling Dragon's Technique......"

"If it's not out of the blue, how dare you rise up?"

Hiss! Zheng Xiu was stunned for a moment, held his breath, and looked at Zheng Haoran, who was in a state of calm, motionless, and shocked in his heart.

This gesture, dad is going to hang up?

Waited a while.

Zheng Haoran threw the knife at his feet, touched his head, and looked embarrassed: "Ahem, I didn't figure it out." ”

Hearing this, Zheng Xiu, who had been looking forward to it for a long time, stumbled and almost fell.

That night, Zheng Haoran asked Zheng Xiu to sleep with him.

Father and son were back to back.

Zheng Haoran's snoring was like thunder, and it was very loud.

Zheng Xiu covered his ears, I don't know how my mother could bear it, it's outrageous.

There was no word all night, all snoring.

The barbarians did not attack at night.

Early morning.

A raven flew in, and an urgent message came.

"The wolf king wants to retreat?"

The secret decree said that the wolf king's army of 10,000 people made another move, and the troops were transferred to punish the generals, and there was a momentum of rushing to the rest of the battlefield to support.

Zheng Haoran was in high spirits, his son was beside him, and he was even more majestic on a horse. Tearing up the secret letter casually, Zheng Haoran pointed his spear at the canyon.

Behind him, the Zheng family army went into battle in armor and lined up neatly.

"Then let him, he can't go!"

"Kill—"