"What? Give a lecture to Zhang Hongfan's son? Could it be that he has also defected? No, I will go to Jinling to ask him in person, and see what he has in mind, and he is actually ...... Unexpectedly, ......" Hearing Deng Yan give a lecture to Zhang Hongfan's son, Wen Tianxiang's face suddenly turned red, and he stood up and said loudly. He and Deng Yan are classmates of Bailuzhou Academy, not only are they the disciples of the same generation of Daxian Jiang, but they also fought against Mongolia together and were imprisoned together, and their friendship with each other is far beyond others. Hearing that Deng Yan became Zhang Hongfan's doorman, it was already possible to defect to Meng Yuan, and the anger in Wen Tianxiang's heart could naturally be imagined.

"Mr. is a little restless, although Mr. Deng gave lectures to Zhang Hongfan's son, he did not defect. Otherwise, he would not have lectured to Zhang Hongfan's son, but would have served Kublai Khan as an official in Dadu. Fang Zhixing said. When he heard the name of "Deng Yan", he immediately remembered that this person had written an epitaph for Wen Tianxiang in history, in that case, it was naturally unlikely that he would take refuge in Meng Yuan. Moreover, since this person can accept Zhang Hongfan's invitation to give lectures to his son, it is estimated that his thinking is not pedantic, and it is also possible for him to accept the new dynasty. Thinking of this, Fang Zhixing immediately made a decision and said, "Brother Wen, Brother Deng threw himself into the sea twice and did not die, and he has already given up the idea of suicide. Now that he is staying in the Zhang family, he should be left to be useful. In a few days, we will go to Jinling to meet him and see if we can go to Liuqiu together. ”

"Exactly, Mr. Wen, Mr. Deng was seriously ill, and now he is staying at Zhang Hongfan's house probably to repay his kindness!" Zhang Junbao comforted.

Hearing the persuasion of the two, Wen Tianxiang also calmed down a little. After a long time, I only heard him sigh, and said gloomily: "'I am leaving drunken eyes for the Gull League, and watching the waves and clouds disappear'." Brother Guangjian, I hope you still have the ambition of your family and country!" As he spoke, he slowly turned around and walked to the side, his shape and bones were standing, and his back was extremely gloomy. After decades of the Song and Mongolian wars, almost all those who insisted on resisting Mongolia were dead, and if they wanted to revive the Song Dynasty, it was really not just a year or a month!

Fang Zhixing and Zhang Junbao next to him looked at Wen Tianxiang's back, and they could also feel the desolation in his heart, when Xiangyang City was broken, how could they not be like this! Now that the Song Dynasty has been destroyed, no other force can compete with them for the righteous name of fighting against the Mengyuan, but they want to unite people and work together to drive the Mongols out of the Central Plains, but they don't know what year and month it is, and they don't know how much suffering they have to go through in the middle!

"Master, the disciple has one more thing to tell. This time, I heard the news and heard rumors that it was not only the two of us who made a big fuss in the capital, but also a Taoist priest with white hair teasing the soldiers who went to besiege Baiyunguan and drove them away. Many people who had seen the old Taoist priest said that it was a god descending to earth, and the disciples thought that that person might be Zhou Zengshi's uncle. Seeing that Wen Tianxiang was far away, Zhang Junbao whispered. After Aunt Ying passed away a few years ago, Zhou Botong disappeared, and everyone fortunately searched for him, but they never found his trace. Everyone thought that he might have passed away quietly, but they didn't expect to appear again in Dadu this time, thinking that it was for Kublai Khan's burning of scriptures.

"Uncle Zhou?" Hearing this name, Fang Zhixing felt a sense of being separated from the world in a trance. The others are only a few years apart from Zhou Botong, but he has to add a Jiazi time in his dream, which is really like a different world. The reason why he has been in retreat for more than a year is that in addition to sorting out what he has gained in his dreams, he is also trying to eliminate this sense of alienation, which can be regarded as somewhat effective. Unexpectedly, when I heard Zhou Botong's name now, I felt this feeling again. After all, in terms of his real age, he is older than Zhou Botong, and when he heard Zhou Botong's name, he naturally felt a little throbbing.

Zhang Junbao didn't know what the master was thinking, and continued: "Yes, master. Although it was just a rumor, the disciple thought that if Zhou Zengshi's uncle was alive, he would definitely not ignore the matter of burning the scriptures, and I think he also heard about it and went to Dadu!"

Nodding slightly, Fang Zhixing said, "Uncle Zhou is here, of course he won't ignore the Quanzhen Sect." Brother Guo is far away, if there is still someone in the capital who can force the Mongolian soldiers back, it should be his old man. Alas, he is at least one hundred and twenty years old now, and I don't know if I can see him again in this life!" Zhou Botong is now over two years old, and no matter how high his martial arts are, he may not have much time to live. Thinking of this, Fang Zhixing felt a sense of loneliness in his heart: if he can't break through the limit of heaven and man, he is just a piece of loess after all!

As if sensing the master's mood, Zhang Junbao said: "Master, since Uncle Zhou Zeng has appeared, should we go and look for it and ask him to return to the sect with us?"

After being silent for a while, Fang Zhixing seemed to be a little moved, but finally shook his head and said: "Forget it, if Uncle Zhou wants to go back, he will naturally go back, if he doesn't want to go back, it's useless to find it." In the whole world, apart from me and Brother Guo, who can catch up with him?" After speaking, he sat cross-legged and slowly closed his eyes, as if he was closing his eyes to recuperate, as if he was thinking about something. Seeing this, Zhang Junbao had no choice but to press the question in his heart, and also meditate and refine qi. For a while, in the mountains and forests, there was silence again, only the sound of rustling driven by the night wind. (To be continued......)